《The Rise of Millwal》


 Chapter 1: Children in a soccer environment

    <h4>Chapter 1: Children in a ser environment</h4>


    A murky Thames divided London into north and south, traditionally perceived as impoverished in the south and affluent in the north, with east being poor and west wealthy. Perhaps this discrepancy could be attributed to the Germans; during World War II, London had suffered extensive bombing, with East London bearing the brunt of the destruction. The area became a wastnd, seemingly abandoned, which helped forge the resilient spirit of its inhabitants.


    In 1986, Aldrich Hall was ten years old, a child of East London. Compared to children born in northwest London, he had little in the way of material advantages to boast about. Yet, despite growing up in this mixed immigrant industrial area, he was fortunate. His father, Arthur Hall, was a partner in a ss factory here. The business was small, but it provided enough to support the family, especially since Arthur had three sons.


    Aldrich''s eldest brother, Bat, was eighteen and worked with Arthur. He seemed like a ss installer with no promising future ahead. His second brother, Andrew, was just three years older than Aldrich and still in school. At this rate, he would likely follow in Bat''s footsteps, joining the ranks of the blue-cor ss.


    Aldrich was small for his age but quite mischievous. His family being in the ss business, he would sneakily pocket small stones at night and, under the cover of darkness, throw them through the windows of immigrant-owned restaurants or shops in themunity.


    However, one couldn''t traverse the streets at night without running into trouble.


    At the end of May, Aldrich nned to execute the same trick again, this time targeting a new ck-owned video rental store run by a man named Sander. In East London, a ce rife with racial discrimination, Sander had to tread carefully, despite his tall and strong appearance. He had gathered rumors about mischievous children damaging windows, prompting him to remain vignt after locking up each night instead of heading upstairs to rest. Not only was he guarding against thieves, but by chance, he found himself waiting for trouble to arrive.


    "Crash!"


    When a small stone shattered the ss storefront, Sander erupted in an angry shout from the darkened store.


    Aldrich, who had just thrown the stone, was startled at how quickly Sander had reacted. Panicking, he hurried across the street into a nearby alley. In his frantic escape, he stumbled into a dead end. Hearing the video store''s door open behind him sent him into a near-panic. While he was a local, the immigrantmunities were tightly knit,posed of African immigrants and others from the Middle East.


    In broad daylight, Aldrich wouldn''t have had to worry; if any white person saw a ck man harassing a child, they would surely intervene. Sander wouldn''t dare provoke locals. But at night, Aldrich feared falling prey to violence and being left isted and helpless.


    Facing the dead-end alley, Aldrich''s agile ten-year-old body attempted to scale the high wall to escape. However, in his fright, he clumsily fell to the ground, striking his head and losing consciousness on the other side of the wall.


    Sander''s furious shouting attracted attention, and soon someone discovered the unconscious Aldrich and kindly took him to the hospital...


    Aldrich spent three days in the hospital. His injuries weren''t severe, but upon waking, he was dazed and silent. Even with his parents, Arthur and Amelia, along with his brothers Bat and Andrew surrounding his bedside, he said nothing and buried his face under the covers, worrying Arthur to death as he sought a doctor, fearing that his youngest son had suffered a brain injury or was rendered mute.


    In reality, Aldrich appeared lost on the surface, but deep within, he was terrified. No one knew that beneath the skin of this ten-year-old boy resided the soul of an atheist from thirty years in the future, a soul from China.


    Coming to grips with his unexpected arrival in 1986 London, Aldrich eventually adapted without understanding why he had traveled back in time. At least he had no attachments; after all, in China, he was an orphan.


    Three dayster, Aldrich was discharged from the hospital, and the Hall family prepared avish dinner at home for him. Yet, unspoken worries lingered in their eyes.


    Once yful and rambunctious, Aldrich suddenly became well-mannered and obedient after his release.


    No one bothered to ask him why. They interpreted his behavior as learned wisdom; after all, experiencing a frightful fall and sustaining an injury was a bloody lesson, and it was better for him to stay out of trouble, alleviating the adults'' concerns.


    May 31 marked the kickoff of the World Cup in Mexico, and London''s football atmosphere remained electric. Rather than waning after the league''s end, fans were eager to see Ennd excel at the World Cup, hoping to show the world that banning English teams from the three main tournaments was a loss for Europe and the world alike!


    Despite the ailing English football scene, this was a direct consequence of an edict from Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher.


    Last May, the Heysel disaster had severely impacted the English football scene, not only causing a significant emotional toll but also affecting the economy and national image.


    As night descended and the lights began to twinkle, Aldrich, under the guidance of his brothers, entered amunity fan pub. The interior was smoky and had an unpleasant odor, yet the atmosphere was electric with excitement.


    Bat casually greeted a few familiar young faces, while Andrew had a few acquaintances around. Only ten-year-old Aldrich feltpletely out of ce, with not a familiar face in sight.


    Fortunately, after a few greetings, his brothers guided him to a corner table.


    Aldrich perked up his ears to listen as the surrounding fansughed and discussed mostly about matches. Here, they exchanged words of their favorite local team, Millwall, or spected about the uing World Cup. asionally, he could hear references to Wimbledon as well.


    "Thugs!"


    The pub was filled with crudenguage, and as Aldrich listened, he began to form an impression of these crude, joking fans.


    They didn''t bother discussing Millwall''s seasonal performance or envisioning next season''s prospects; instead, they talked about everything but the matches �� fighting, brawls, taunting rival fans, and ways to humiliate them.


    It wasn''t hard to see why East London teams were notorious; two bitter rivals, West Ham and Millwall, were notorious breeding grounds for football hooliganism.


    Just as Leeds United fans had earned their reputation as extreme racists, the conversation shifted among Millwall supporters to the praise of Wimbledon.


    The truth was that Wimbledon had made astonishing progress in thest three years, achieving a remarkable climb to the top division, a feat worthy of recognition.


    But their admiration for Wimbledon had little to do with its sess; instead, it stemmed from the yers'' brutish performances on the pitch. Their coach had instilled a philosophy that encouraged violence on the field. For Millwall supporters, it was the style of y that resonated with them.


    What was football to them?


    To them, it was practically irrelevant!


    Ideally, football would be abination of boxing and American football!


    Aldrich felt entirely out of ce in this atmosphere of opinion; lowering his head, he secretly scoffed: "Wimbledon?"


    As prominent as they might be now, with their mainstream appeal after the 1994 World Cup absence, the rough style of y would likely contribute to future failures on the global stage.


    Eventually, Wimbledon would lose themunity support of English teams, ultimately failing to maintain a fan base.


    "Hey, help me out here."


    While Aldrich was lost in thought, Bat slid into the booth with a few bottles of beer, passing the cheapest brew to his two younger brothers.


    Though still children, Aldrich and Andrew didn''t see anything wrong with drinking. Their gazes fell on a sheet of paper Bat ced on the table, detailing the matchups for the twenty-four participating teams in the Mexico tournament.


    Bat grabbed a pen and jotted down a few team names on a separate sheet, then handed it to his brothers, saying, "What do you think? Ennd for the championship, Brazil as runners-up, and France and West Germany for third and fourth."


    Thirteen-year-old Andrew knelt down, examining the four team names and cheering in approval.


    Aldrich, however, was momentarily confused before realizing: his brother wanted to gamble!


    Aldrich quickly wanted to dissuade Bat, but the words caught in his throat.


    This was London; Bat was of legal age. Everything was permitted.


    Yet, looking at the teams written down, Aldrich frowned.


    Seeing this reaction, Bat chuckled, "What''s with that face?"


    Aldrich looked up at his rxed brother and asked solemnly, "How much are you betting?"


    Bat''s smile faded slightly; he murmured, "Five hundred pounds. I''ve saved for two years."


    He had started working with Arthur two years prior.


    Aldrich''s frown deepened, shaking his head, "If you want five hundred pounds to yield returns, don''t back Ennd''s championship. That emotional bias will waste your money."


    "But we have Lineker."


    "Argentina has Maradona! Why do you think Argentina won''t even make it to the semifinals?"


    "Argentina can''t beat Ennd."


    "If you''re referring to the Falnds War from four years ago, you''re right; Ennd won, but football and war arepletely different. Otherwise, Brazil wouldn''t be in the final four."


    Bat fell silent, a flicker of unease crossing his expression.


    The rivalry between Ennd and Argentina was well-known; four years prior, Ennd''s retaking of the Falnds garnered widespread support, leading to a general disdain for the defeated side.


    Noticing his brother''s silence, Aldrich had a thought and quietly suggested, "Lend me a hundred pounds, and I''ll ce a bet too."


    "I want in too!"


    Andrew chimed in.


    Bat, taking on the duty of an elder brother, had always cared for his siblings, and their family was tightly knit �� perhaps a hallmark of East London families andmunities. With a hint of resignation, he nodded.


    Lending money in this context was virtually the same as gifting it.


    Seeing his brother agree, Aldrich proposed, "How about this, big brother? Let''s ce bets on which teams will progress from each group. What do you think?"


    Bat had initially harbored dreams of striking it rich by betting on the finalists and their respective cings, the potential returns being astronomical. However, upon reflection, he thought it wiser to y it safe.


    The three brothers gathered to discuss the advancing teams from each group.


    With twenty-four teams, two from each group plus four of the best third-ce teams would progress, totaling sixteen teams for the knockout stages.


    They focused solely on guessing the top two from each group.


    Aldrich could barely recall the details of the group matches, except for the knowledge of the finalists from this World Cup.


    Following the conventional thought process, they reasoned that strong teams would advance from the six groups. Aldrich advised Bat not to ce all of his money in one bet, while he himself requested Bat to ce one hundred pounds on Argentina as the champion and West Germany as the runner-up.


    What lingered in his mind were the grand final and Maradona''s "Hand of God" goal, but the odds for betting on the finalists were high at this stage. Waiting until the knockout stage eliminated teams would not offer the same lucrative returns.


    As for Andrew, he treated Aldrich''s hundred pounds as a treasure, carefully guiding Bat to bet on the guaranteed advancing teams from each group. Even though the odds for strong teams would be low, Andrew did not have the heart to gamble all in.

 Chapter 2: The Future of the Next Generation of the Hall Family

    <h4>Chapter 2: The Future of the Next Generation of the Hall Family</h4>


    In the days that followed, aside from attending school, Aldrich would go to the pub with his two brothers in the evenings to watch football matches. Though he was repulsed by the chaos of the East Londonmunity, he had be ustomed to it since bing part of it.


    As the World Cup in Mexico progressed, Aldrich appeared preupied. His eldest brother returned home every day filled withughter, as his betting teams had promising chances to advance. Andrew, too, came home each day shouting in joy about their victories. Arthur and Amelia saw their children swept up in the World Cup excitement, indulging in betting on matches, but they did not scold them; instead, they cautioned them not to get too carried away and to avoid dreaming of instant wealth.


    The Hall family was, at heart, working-ss with little in the way of refinement or sophistication. Their neighbors came from various walks of life, and betting on matches, drinking, and asionally getting into fights were but ordinary urrences. As long as they avoided gang involvement and illegal businesses, the adults refrained from chastising the children.


    After the group stage concluded, Bat returned home somewhat dejected, handing Andrew one hundred forty pounds �� the amount Andrew had won, including his principal.


    Andrew took the money with a grin and said to his brother, "Don''t be down, who would have thought Portugal would be going home?"


    Bat shrugged dismissively, "It''s just a pity; I only made under two hundred pounds."


    Bat''s mistakey with Group F; he thought both Portugal and Ennd would progress. In reality, Portugal had shockingly defeated Ennd in their first match, leading many to believe they were on track to advance, yet they ended up losing twice and heading home instead.


    Andrew, however, was notably luckier. He had simply bet on Ennd making it to the knockout stage. The night Portugal triumphed over Ennd, he barely slept, prompting Aldrich, who shared a room with him, to find humor in the situation whileforting him throughout the night.


    Winning money only fueled the desire for more. Andrew dashed into the bedroom, addressing Aldrich, who was lost in thought at his desk, saying, "Let''s guess the quarter-finalists next."


    Aldrich snapped back to reality and sighed, "The only teams I''m confident about are Argentina, Ennd, and West Germany. Don''t bother with any others."


    He recalled only the finalists, knowing that Argentina had not faced Ennd in the round of sixteen, indicating that Ennd must have advanced.


    After mulling it over, Andrew nodded, "Alright, I''ll go tell Bat."


    Aldrich watched his brother sprint out of the room and muttered to himself, "What will I do in the future?"


    In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person with a singr interest in football. Though Aldrich was biologically only ten years old now, he was resistant to conforming to the routine of attending school.


    After the round of sixteen, Bat and Andrew were ted, clearly having made some more winnings.


    When they excitedly appeared before Aldrich to discuss the final four teams, Aldrich could only helplessly state, "West Germany and Argentina are the only two teams worth betting on."


    Bat appeared reluctant, saying, "Argentina might not definitely beat Ennd."


    Andrew stared at the over two hundred pounds in his hand �� after deducting his principal, he had made over a hundred pounds, a remarkable achievement for a thirteen-year-old. He didn''t want to rush into making choices.


    Aldrich didn''t say much, pulling open a drawer at his desk and holding up a lottery ticket, saying, "At this moment, shouldn''t I support myself?"


    More than half a month had passed since, and Bat and Andrew now remembered that Aldrich had ced a bet on the finalists with that ticket. Upon reviewing it, they realized it predicted Argentina as the champion and West Germany as the runner-up.


    The two brothers showed camaraderie, and with that, the trio decided to bet on Argentina and West Germany advancing.


    On the day of the Ennd-Argentina sh, Aldrich watched in the pub as fans vehemently criticized Maradona. He was both astonished by Maradona''s miraculous solo goal against Ennd and then left in stunned silence as Ennd ultimately lost 1-2 and exited the tournament.


    Back home, Aldrich, along with his brothers, felt a sliver of constion amid the disappointment.


    Although Andrew and Bat had won money, they were not truly happy; nothing felt worse than watching the team they supported be eliminated.


    With the teams advancing to the finals now clear, there was no need to deliberate further. They would continue to support West Germany and Argentina.


    When the final day arrived, Bat had over thirteen hundred pounds, while Andrew approached four hundred.


    However, they realized with frustration that Aldrich''s lottery ticket, if it won, would yield a return of sixty-five times his stake. In other words, should Argentina lift the trophy, Aldrich would gain six thousand five hundred pounds.


    As Aldrich watched the final in the pub, he appeared rxed, while Andrew and Bat were on pins and needles, continuously drinking and cheering for Argentina, albeit silently due to the presence of other patrons, since Argentina had controversially eliminated Ennd.


    In the end, Argentina triumphed over West Germany with a score of 3-2, iming the World Cup. Maradona ascended to legendary status, while Aldrich''s brothers could no longer contain their excitement and shouted joyfully, quickly fleeing the pub under the astonished gazes of other patrons.


    On a summer night in East London, the three Hall brothers sat on the grass, animatedly discussing the fruitful oues of the Mexican World Cup. They held beer bottles in one hand and fried chicken in the other, their excitement keeping them awake through the night.


    As the drinks flowed, Bat suddenly grew somber, lying back on the grass and gazing at the vast starry sky with a wistful sigh.


    Andrew, persistently relieved, kept counting the pounds he held in his hands. Before the World Cup began, they had merely umted five hundred pounds through two years of hard work from their eldest brother, and now the three brothers held a little over ten thousand pounds. Andrew, eyes sparkling with greed, flipped through the notes excitedly.


    Noticing his brother''s unusual silence, Aldrich approached and asked, "What''s on your mind?"


    Bat shielded his forehead with his hand and said quietly, "I don''t want to keep being a zier."


    Over the past two years, he''s assisted Arthur, primarily working on instations for customers. The job had little promise in terms of future prospects.


    Given that he had earned significantly more than two years of savings in just this World Cup, it was reasonable for Bat to aspire toward something greater than merely being an anonymous worker.


    Aldrich countered, "What do you want to do then?"


    Bat gazed thoughtfully toward West London, speaking with yearning, "Do you know who lives in West London?"


    "Rich people, obviously." Andrew interjected, still engrossed in counting his money.


    Aldrich pondered, realizing that while West London was indeed affluent, arge segment of its poptionprised stockbrokers who enjoyed soaring careers.


    With that revtion, Aldrich understood �� before the impending stock market crash next year, now was indeed the perfect time to get involved in the stock market.


    Beaming at his brother, Aldrich encouraged him, "If you want to do it, just go for it. Mom and Dad would likely support you."


    Though they were a working-ss family, who wouldn''t wish to ascend from blue-cor to white-cor status if given the chance?


    Bat stared at Aldrich dazed, seemingly invigorated by his brother''s verbal support, nning to discuss his aspirations with Arthur upon returning home.


    Aldrich generously handed Bat the six thousand five hundred pounds he had won. Seeing this, Andrew followed suit, fully supporting his brother''s entrepreneurial venture.


    As Bat prepared to return home with over ten thousand pounds, he felt far more confident in his endeavors.


    Aldrich, however, didn''t head home; instead, he went to the video rental store in themunity. The store had already closed for the night. He gently knocked on the door and soon heard Sander''s voice from inside.


    "Who is it? If you''re looking to rent a video,e back tomorrow."


    It seemed Sander was still on edge, wary of wrongdoers.


    The neighborhood did have a few scattered gangs, though they were notrge-scale drug traffickers. However, there were still pressures on immigrants to pay protection fees.


    Aldrich spoke calmly from outside the door, "It''s Sander, right? I''m Aldrich. A month ago, I identally broke your window at night. I''m here to apologize."


    Seeing only Aldrich outside through the window, Sander cautiously opened the door and weed him into the store.


    Aldrich took a nce around the video rental shop, noting the stark contrast to the variety of selections he was used to in the modern world; this store felt ratherckluster.


    Sander maintained a watchful expression, but when Aldrich reiterated his intent to apologize sincerely with a bow, Sander eased up.


    Originally, Aldrich nned to leave after his apology, but he identally noticed a row of unwrapped videotapes arranged on a shelf. They were noted only with in whitebels marking dates and team names.


    Clearly, these were match recordings.


    Aldrich began flipping through the tapes and casually struck up a conversation with Sander about football.


    When Sander asked, "Are you a Millwall fan?"


    Aldrich paused for half a minute before honestly shaking his head, "No, but my parents and two brothers are."


    In an era where entertainment was scarce, Aldrich felt energetic at night. Unable to sleep and realizing his homecked a VCR, he pondered for a moment and asked Sander, "Are you hiring here?"


    Sander was taken aback, shaking his head, "I can''t afford to hire anyone."


    Aldrich pressed on, "You close early at night. You must be worried about trouble, right? I have a proposition: I''ll work for you in the evenings for free, as long as you let me watch videos at the store."


    In the mixedmunity of East London, Sander indeed closed early out of fear. Although Aldrich was still a child, being a local from the nearby area gave him a bit of credibility. Even though Arthur was just a zier, their family was well-known in the vicinity. Having Aldrich help out at the store would certainly provide a degree of security.


    Sander confirmed Aldrich''s proposal several times before finally agreeing.


    From then on, Aldrich would attend school during the day and work at Sander''s shop at night, using the free time to watch match footage. Gradually, he began to develop a clearer idea of the type of career he might pursue in the future.

 Chapter 3: An Unexpected Birthday Gift

    <h4>Chapter 3: An Unexpected Birthday Gift</h4>


    In the second half of 1986, the three sons of the Hall family were advancing on their paths toward their dreams.


    Bat left East London to study finance in West London, nning to officially step into the financial market the following year.


    Andrew discovered that Aldrich was studying football match footage every day. Upon inquiry, he learned that Aldrich aspired to be a coach. Thus, Andrew decided to pursue a simr direction, but Aldrich advised him to consider bing a talent agent instead.


    This thought emerged from Aldrich''s careful consideration; he aimed to leverage his advantages as much as possible. In the future, numerous budding stars and iconic figures in football would be young adolescents. Moreover, with the impending evolution of the football world over the next decade, the benefits an agent could reap would be staggering.


    Attracted by the promising blueprint described by Aldrich, Andrew began studyingw seriously, as being awyer was a prerequisite for bing an agent.


    He often fantasized about those unattainable football giants being his clients. Just being able to interact with them felt like a dream.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich immersed himself in football tactics. Although modern football originated in Ennd, which was often criticized for its rough style, English football had left an indelible mark on the history of the sport. Even though Arsenal''s WM tactical revolution had faded half a century ago, the impact remained.


    When Aldrich truly began to adopt a coach''s perspective while studying game footage, he realized how wed his previous viewpoint as a spectator was. Especially when watching matches on television, he could see only a small portion of the game, no matter how exciting it was, which did not allow him to grasp the overall context.


    At Sander''s video rental store, he could study an exciting match repeatedly for a week or longer, scribbling down notes to meticulously analyze each team''s positioning, yer movements, and the trajectory of the ball.


    As time passed, Aldrich''s understanding of football improved qualitatively. He came to believe that every goal conceded was not merely coincidental, and every goal scored was seldom a matter of luck. He felt he was standing on the threshold of bing a football coach.


    Since Aldrich started working part-time at Sander''s small store, the local thugs indeed stopped causing trouble inside. Noticing Aldrich''s obsession with football tapes, Sander made a point to procure more match footage for him, especially those from other European leagues.


    As winter turned to spring and they entered 1987, Aldrich''s life continued in a steady rhythm. His brother Bat was trying to navigate the cutthroat environment of the London Stock Exchange, but out of caution, he hadn''t rushed to invest his capital.


    Aldrich didn''t understand financial investment in his past life, but he was a good student, having learned about the notorious "ck Monday" mentioned in textbooks.


    The market crashed in October of 1987.


    This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Hall family.


    Aldrich would also attend matches at the Den, home of Millwall, but he always returned disappointed, feeling a strong aversion to the behaviors of Millwall''s fanbase.


    When Millwall was set to y against West Ham United, the rowdy fan group would be wild within half an hour of hearing the news; the match result was irrelevant. Instead, the violence outside the stadium would persist from before the match until after it ended.


    The Heysel Stadium disaster of the 1980s was merely a marker of Ennd''s football hooliganism; countless incidents had been suppressed and concealed by the media and authorities. Millwall and West Ham were among the representative teams in this regard.


    Aldrich wished to focus on the game itself, but there was an apparent regression in English football. This was hardly surprising, as clubs from Ennd, banned frompeting in Europeanpetitions, were falling behind the rhythm of Europe. Moreover, the lower division was technicallycking and tactically dull, characterized instead by crude long passes and brute strength to shove both the ball and defenders into the.


    In such circumstances, Aldrich found Millwall''s games unstimting, though the team did have an emerging star: Teddy Sheringham.


    To be fair, Millwall had just been promoted from Division Three to Division Two the previous season and had achieved survival in their first season back. This season held promise, with the objective not so much to contend for a top division spot but to solidify their position, yet Aldrich found Millwall''s matches painfully dull.


    He attributed this feeling to his previous experiences of watching elegantly fluid and tactically rich games; thus, he naturallycked enthusiasm for rough encounters. It was also influenced by the environment; nestled among Millwall fans, he found it hard to enjoy even a minute of uninterrupted viewing, with the din of insults and threats filling the air.


    As the 1986-87 Division Two season wrapped up, Millwall performed slightly better than the past season but had yet to replicate the extraordinary ascent of Wimbledon into the top division. However, Sheringham was set to return from his loan next season, raising hopes for improved performance.


    Throughout the year, Aldrich amassed a wealth of knowledge in football tactics. His studiesprised both independent research and reading material, yet he felt a growing need for more systematic and professional training, leading him to consider furthering his education as a football coach.


    It wasn''t until the end of 1987 that Aldrich made this ambition a reality.


    The day after the infamous ck Monday in October, Bat returned homete at night, his face brimming with excitement as he told everyone in the house, "We''re going to be rich!"


    The post-war economic boom that hadsted several decades had reached its peak, swiftly shifting into recession in the aftermath of ck Monday...


    Bat had made tens of thousands of pounds through borrowing and leveraging in financial markets. Subsequently, he seized the opportunity to invest in stocks he believed would perform well in the future, and with his brother''s sponsorship, Aldrich officially dropped out of school to embark on structured training as a football coach.


    Every major tournament year, Aldrich profited significantly from his memory, in ''88, ''90, ''92...


    Sinceing to this era in the summer of ''86 and bing the youngest son of the Hall family, eight years had flown by.


    On May 1994, Aldrich flew from Zurich back to London to attend a coaching seminar hosted by FIFA. As he took a taxi toward East London, he gazed at the passing scenery, his handsome face marked by a sense of nostalgia.


    In recent years, his travels across Europe had enriched his experiences, giving him firsthand insights into the distinct styles of European football.


    The taxi came to a stop in front of a sprawling vi in the outskirts of East London. Aldrich paid the fare and tipped the driver, retrieving his tworge suitcases from the trunk with the driver''s assistance.


    Then, he looked back at the vast mansion, feeling a surge of emotions within him.


    Today, he could consider himself quite well off.


    The Hall family''s wealth had skyrocketed, and as the European economy faced downturns, Aldrich had rmended that Bat shift investment focus toward the emerging markets of Asia, which was a prime target for financial growth before the Asian financial crisis hit.


    Conservatively estimating, Bat''s fortune now surpassed ��200 million, and it was on the rise, garnering respect not only in London but establishing friendly ties with numerous business families in North America.


    The gate of the vi stood open, and Aldrich walked in with his heavy luggage, oblivious to the luxury cars lined along the wide driveway. Passing the fountain at the entrance, he ced his luggage down and knocked on the front door, but received no response. He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.


    "Bang!"


    As he opened the door, a feisty burst of confetti fell from above, showering Aldrich''s flowing golden hair.


    "Son, happy birthday!"


    Amelia, his mother, rushed forward, embracing Aldrich and kissing his forehead.


    After a moment of surprise, Aldrich beamed at the sight of a crowded living room, filled with elegantly dressed guests, including his mother and his father, Arthur, who had gained considerable weight over the years.


    After releasing his mother, Aldrich approached his father for a hug. Smiling, he remarked, "Your belly is quite intimidating!"


    Arthur, with a cigar in his mouth, smiled benevolently without speaking.


    Aldrich then turned to see a couple standing nearby; his older brother Bat and sister-inw Leah looked very much a match.


    Bat stepped forward for a warm embrace, whispering in Aldrich''s ear, "Your birthday gift is in your study, and I''m sure you''ll love it."


    Bat treated his two younger brothers almost like a father, with an affectionate air.


    Aldrich smiled, not overly concerned. He turned to see Andrew, who had now grown into a handsome young man in his twenties. The two brothers didn''t embrace but shared augh as Aldrich snatched the drink from Andrew''s hand.


    The hall was filled with numerous guests, many of whom were familiar faces from the neighborhood, as well as old ssmates and colleagues of both his brothers and parents.


    Apart from a few whom Aldrich recognized, most were strangers.


    The guests were curious about the youngest son of the Hall family, who had spent so much time away from home. They had heard that this young man was out learning to be a football coach, surprising many.


    Aldrich''s return coincided perfectly with his birthday. He didn''t mind the family throwing a party, especially now that the Hall family enjoyed considerable prominence in London, a status far beyond that of wealthier neers.


    During the party, Aldrich was reserved but engaged in lively conversations with every guest who approached him, disying his elegance and charm.


    It wasn''t untilte at night that Aldrich ascended to his room. He first put his belongings away, one suitcase filled with clothes and the other with books and materials. He intended to ce the books in his study but inadvertently noticed a folder on the desk.


    Curious, he opened the folder and gazed into it, only to be stunned when he realized it contained a contract for the ownership of a football club.


    He fixated on the two names in the contract.


    One was his own.


    The other belonged to the football club''s name.


    Millwall Football Club!

 Chapter 4: A New Era

    <h4>Chapter 4: A New Era</h4>


    At this moment, Aldrich finally realized that this was the birthday gift his brother Bat had given him. He sat in the armchair behind his desk, frowning in contemtion.


    He had indeed nned to pursue a career as a football coach after returning home.


    However, he had never entertained the idea of instant sess. His n was to start slowly, applying for a position as a regr coach at a London club, getting familiar with the team before gradually climbing the ranks.


    He didn''t think that just having memories of watching football in the future would allow him to thrive as a head coach; there were many things that couldn''t be learned from books or mere observation.


    But now he owned a club like Millwall��was he really expected to work for another team as an employee?


    That would be utterly absurd!


    Even if he remained a regr coach at Millwall, what would others think? His ordinary opinions would be treated as decrees, and he might not even have the opportunity tomunicate.


    Moreover, his feelings towards Millwall wereplicated. While he outwardly rejected this "dirty" club, during his years of studying across Europe, a vision of Millwall''s transformation would asionally sh in his mind.


    Perhaps this stemmed from the fact that, except for him, the entire family was a die-hard Millwall fan.


    From Bat''s perspective, Aldrich must also be a Millwall fan, receiving his favorite club as a birthday gift��was there anything more exciting than that?


    Yet, ironically, Aldrich found himself tangled in confusion.


    Knock, knock.


    The study door was ajar, and Andrew, wearing pajamas, knocked lightly before entering. Upon seeing Aldrich, he smiled and said, "Are you too happy to think straight?"


    Clearly, he was aware of what the birthday gift was.


    Aldrich appeared absent-minded, shaking his head and replying, "I never thought I would own Millwall."


    Andrew looked at him strangely and retorted, "What do you mean? Don''t you want to be a coach? Are you feeling pressured? Afraid the team will perform poorly?"


    Leaning back and staring at the ceiling, Aldrich replied nonchntly, "To be honest, I''m not a fan of Millwall."


    "Ah?!"


    It seemed that the two brothers had never discussed this topic before. The family had assumed that everyone in the Hall family loved Millwall, leaving Andrew unprepared for Aldrich''s "betrayal."


    Aldrich shook his head and said, "Never mind that; it''s pointless. Why didn''t I hear about my brother buying Millwall before?"


    Andrew settled onto the leather sofa against the wall, crossing his legs and shrugging, "Over two years ago, my brother bought the club in the name of an investment firm. Besides publicly announcing the change of ownership, nothing else was altered. You know how old you were then, right? The team had just been relegated from the top league. With failed promotion attempts and the burden of a new stadium, it didn''t cost much to buy the club. Bat wanted to give you a surprise..."


    After hearing Andrew''s words, Aldrich leaned against his chair, deep in thought.


    In recent years, he had kept an eye on Millwall''s results. He consistently told himself he didn''t like the club, yet he followed their performance weekly, leaving his actions and thoughts in contradiction, and he couldn''t find an exnation.


    Millwall''s sess in thete ''80s was credited to the emergence of Teddy Sheringham, who helped them secure promotion to the first division andter formed a remarkably efficient strike partnership withTony Cascarino to aid in survival.


    Rookies are often overlooked; while Sheringham and Cascarino garnered renowned status, the team faltered in the following season, as other clubs strategized against them. Without substantial investment, the struggling Millwall fell back to the Second Division.


    It''s also true that Millwall was somewhat unlucky��if they could have survived a couple more years in the first division, they would have benefitted from the establishment of the Premier League, which generated considerable revenue. Although the first television contract was less than ��200 million, for a team like Millwall,nding several million pounds could secure at least three capable yers.


    After relegation, Millwall almost bounced back to the top league in their first season,rgely due to Sheringham''s exceptional performances. Unfortunately, they were thrashed 2-6 by Brighton in the first round of the yoffs.


    Following that failure, excitement surrounded the construction of a new stadium, and the club sold Sheringham to Nottingham Forest for ��3 million��at the time, a handsome transfer fee.


    After enduring another season, Millwall showed little improvement in the Second Division and did not even advance to the yoffs when, at that moment, Bat purchased the club.


    In the first year of the ownership transition, the team''s performance was mediocre. However, that season, Millwall experienced significant improvement, finishing third in the league and securing a ce in the yoffs.


    Due to the World Cup that year, major leagues had already concluded, and only the yoffs remained in the now Second Division after the Premier League was formed.


    Andrewmented that if the team had good fortune, it would enter Aldrich''s hands as a Premier League club.


    A few dayster, Aldrich was at the Den to watch the second leg of the yoff first round between Millwall and Derby County.


    Sitting in the stands beside Andrew, he found several fans nearby cheerfully greeting them.


    East London had been in decline since World War II; the former industrial area had turned into markets and small factories. However, in recent years, the Hall family had risen in prominence in London. During the downturn in the economy, they made substantial investments, even revitalizing abandoned docks��after all, West Ham United and Millwall were both born from the shipyards.


    Many fans in the stands were grateful to the Hall family; during a period of widespread despair, they had preserved their livelihoods and homes.


    The sight of the two Hall children attending the match was indeed uplifting.


    Television cameras often zoomed in on Aldrich and Andrew, but no one realized that Millwall was now a property of the Hall family.


    As the matchmenced, Aldrich remained calm in his seat, while Andrew, like the fans, swung between excitement and frustration. What caught Aldrich''s eye was a small group of Derby County supporters in the east stands, appearing like weak sheep, taunted and provoked by the Millwall fans in a corner of the stadium...


    When the match concluded, the scoreboard disyed a ring score.


    1:5


    This was the aggregate score over two legs.


    The home team was in the lead.


    Millwall had once again copsed in the first round of the yoff.


    The stands were in chaos, and Aldrich turned to see Derby fans celebrating their victory, igniting outrage among the extreme Millwall fan groups, resulting in a small-scale conflict in the stands.


    "Ugh, it''s probably Boggy''s crew causing trouble again."


    Andrew patted Aldrich''s shoulder, looking dejected. Just days ago, he had said that maybe the team Aldrich would take over would be a Premier League side, yet here at the Den, their home ground, they had been dealt a resounding p in the face.


    Aldrich, however, maintained a calm demeanor. He turned to Andrew and said, "Let''s head to the press conference and announce the Hall family as the team''s owners."


    Andrew''s expression faltered as he hesitated, "Right now?"


    The team had just failed in the promotion bid, and spirits were low. Everyone knew the club had been under the control of an investment firm before, but the internal environment was stable. Announcing the Hall family''s formal emergence from behind the scenes at this moment would certainly have far-reaching effects.


    Aldrich said little more and turned to walk toward the stadium''s exit.


    He felt calm about the team''s failure to be promoted. Far from being disappointed, he considered it a blessing.


    He had not returned from studying to merely idle away; since he was taking over the team, he needed to take full control.


    If it was a sessful team, his arrival would inevitably cause turmoil. However, a failing team provided him with the justification and confidence to rebuild.


    As Andrew guided Aldrich to the press conference, Aldrich suddenly asked, "Who did you mention earlier��Boggy? Who is that?"


    "Oh, he''s the leader of the Bushwackers, a sworn enemy of the ICF. Let''s put it this way, whenever Millwall shes with outsiders, there''s an 80% likelihood of the Bushwackers being involved."


    Aldrich mentally noted this.


    Bushwackers and Y Firm.


    The press conference was underway, and Aldrich and Andrew''s arrival went unnoticed. Someone was speaking on stage, and since it was Millwall''s home ground, the administrative officials recognized Andrew, who held a nominal role within the team.


    When they saw Andrew and Aldrich walking toward the stage, the room fell silent, with nearly a hundred pairs of eyes curiously trained on the two young men, uncertain of their purpose, and strangely enough, the security did not stop them.


    Ignoring the bewildered gazes, Aldrich stood straight on the stage after arriving, grasping a microphone and calmly addressing the crowd, "Hello everyone, my name is Aldrich Hall. Two years ago, Millwall was acquired by BAA Investment Company, a firm under the Hall family. Just days ago, BAA transferred ownership of Millwall to my name, meaning I am now the owner of the club. You can verify this, but what I need to announce is that from today, Millwall will enter a new era, led by me, Aldrich."


    After saying this, Aldrich paid no mind to the stunned audience and left the stage to return to the backstage passage.


    Andrew followed closely behind, clearly sensing themotion erupting in the press conference hall. He called out to Aldrich, "You''re so cool!"


    However, Aldrich halted with a serious expression and turned back to Andrew, saying gravely, "Within a week, I need the entire coaching staff to resign voluntarily. Also, help me draft a contract��I need to borrow thirty million pounds from Bat."


    Andrew looked taken aback and instinctively nodded.

 Chapter 5: Pave the way for oneself.

    <h4>Chapter 5: Pave the way for oneself.</h4>


    In 1994, Ennd was eliminated from the World Cup qualifiers, casting a shadow over the entire nation as the tournament approached. Despite mainstream media focusing on the uing World Cup, it was evident that the domestic public was less interested in the event.


    Manchester United, having sessfully defended their title, was just one step away from the domestic treble; unfortunately, they suffered a narrow defeat to Aston Vi at Wembley.


    ckburn, built with a hefty investment, performed admirably, finishing as runners-up, sparking ambitions for the championship in theing year.


    Kevin Keegan''s Newcastle United proved to be a brilliant spectacle in the Premier League, ying an enchanting attacking style of football, with forward Andy Coleting an astonishing 41 goals that season, including a staggering 34 in league y. Rumors circted that Ferguson had begun to take an interest in him.


    Swindon managed only five wins and conceded over a hundred goals...


    Arsenal triumphed in the European Cup Winners'' Cup...


    News from the Premier League had moved on, but Millwall''s dismal defeat to Derby County in the yoff for promotion was not particrly newsworthy. Suddenly, Aldrich burst onto the scene at a press conference, unexpectedly announcing that the Hall family would take charge of the team next season. This announcement warranted significant coverage from the press, as they noted the bewildered expression on the current Millwall manager''s face.


    In Ennd, the authority of the manager role is traditionally respected and protected.


    If the club ownership changes while the manager remains unaware, it certainly bes a major story.


    What made this news even juicier was that it was announced by a young man who had just turned eighteen��reporters flocked to it.


    Ignoring the media frenzy outside, Aldrich sat quietly in his study. He could easily imagine that Millwall was in turmoil.


    Having just lost their hopes of returning to the top division, the sudden emergence of a new owner��a matter that affects everyone''s future and fate��naturally stirred a storm of emotions.


    Knock, knock.


    "Come in."


    Aldrich stood to greet the group entering the study, led by Andrew and Bat, followed by several middle-aged men in suits, likely staff members apanying Bat.


    Bat turned to nce at the people following him and then, alongside Andrew, made his way to Aldrich. The three gathered by the window, speaking quietly.


    Bat, with a tone of helplessness and reproach, said, "Aldrich, I''m your brother. We are all part of the Hall family. If you need money, just say how much. I can give you a hundred; I won''t give you ny-nine. Thirty million pounds is not a small amount, but give me some time, and I can manage it. Take it; do not say ''borrow,'' as that would hurt our rtionship."


    Bat''s wealth had exceeded two hundred million pounds, yet Aldrich''s request for thirty million would require him to tap into liquid assets, forcing him to cash out stocks or sell investments in a short time.


    Their family wasn''t destitute, but they also weren''t exceptionally wealthy. In eight years, the Hall family had soared, yet the familial bonds remained untainted by the allure of money, which deeply touched Aldrich. Nheless, he replied earnestly, "Brother, it''s different."


    Frowning, Bat scrutinized him, hoping for a reasonable exnation.


    "To you, Millwall might seem like a toy I''ve been given, where the amount spent is just for the sake of pleasure. But to me, it''s a club��a football club that will require funding today, funding tomorrow, and still more funding ten years from now. I need to set the club on the right path. Brother, lend me thirty million pounds, and I will repay you thirty-five million within five years. This will be pressure for me too. If I can''t repay you after five years, I''ll sell the club to prevent wasting funds. If I can repay you after five years, it means I''ve seeded. Don''t you want to see a sessful Aldrich?"


    Bat gazed at Aldrich for a long time before finally nodding. He turned back to the men apanying him, gesturing, and then returned his gaze to Aldrich, saying, "No interest will be charged, and there''s no need for a five-year timeframe; just sign a contract."


    The people he brought were naturallywyers and business associates, and a loan contract wasid before Aldrich. Without hesitation, he signed his name.


    Before leaving, Bat expressed his regrets, as he had hoped to gift his brother a team capable of reaching the Premier League, only to find Millwall still remaining in the lower tier.


    After marrying, Bat and his wife Leah settled in West London, where hispany''s headquarters are located. He soon excused himself, leaving behind a middle-aged man.


    The man was well-groomed andposed, introducing himself to Aldrich: "Hello, boss. My name is Adam Jan. For the past two years, I have been the club''s Sports Director. Other than thepetitive affairs of the team, I''m responsible for managing everything else within the club."


    Aldrich sized up Adam and then formally shook his hand. He then gestured for them to sit on the sofa against the wall in the study, while Andrew sensibly brought in two cups of coffee.


    Aldrich did not intend to interfere in the club''s operations, but he needed to rify his stance with Adam.


    For matters rted to yers and games, he must be consulted.


    Adam felt a sense of having to heed instructions from someone twenty years his junior.


    "Adam, what are your thoughts on the club''s future development?"


    Adam ced the coffee down earnestly, saying, "The shelved stadium n should be expedited. Having a better andrger stadium greatly impacts the club''s ie."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement but added, "That can wait. What I mean is about business strategies: first, I have a question. If this offends you, I hope you''ll forgive me. Do you understandmercial football?"


    Adam looked perplexed, furrowing his brow as he cautiously replied, "Like Manchester United treating the club as a publicly tradedpany?"


    Aldrich shook his head lightly, responding, "You''ve been with the club for two years, so you should have a broad understanding of football. But let me ask you, which club in Ennd has been the most sessful?"


    "Manchester United."


    "In thest thirty years?"


    "Manchester United."


    "Why, when Liverpool became the European champions after Real Madrid, and Manchester United was relegated, was Manchester United still the most sessful club in Ennd?"


    Adam furrowed his brow, seemingly unable to answer.


    It''s a strange phenomenon; during Liverpool''s era of four European Cup victories, their fans acknowledged that Manchester United was favored externally��even after relegation, Manchester United retained its formidable reputation.


    It seemed Manchester United possessed an aura, a belief that their yers and coaches were the best and therefore deserved to be the best, a proud and unabashed stance that set them apart in Europe and world football.


    The Edwards family tirelessly crafted amercialized Manchester United, not just Manchester City''s version but the world''s Manchester United.


    Later developments in themercialization process were even more perplexing��why, in the early 21st century, could Manchester United, with only two Champions League titles, be discussed alongside illustrious clubs like AC Mn and Real Madrid?


    Even in the first two years of Real Madrid implementing a superstar strategy, Manchester United''s jersey sales revenue remained ten times that of Real Madrid!


    Manchester United had climbed to the pinnacle of sports clubmercial value.


    Seeing Adam lost in thought, Aldrich spoke softly, "Themercial marketing of a football club is built on performance, and currently, the team is merely a second-tier club in Ennd. Therefore, I won''t pressure you, but when my team bes a renowned force in Ennd, you will y an important role. Until that moment, your management of the club will be quite rxed. I give you a simple task: learn��study Manchester United and all of theirmercial operations. That''s all."


    As Adam was leaving, he cast a deep gaze at the handsome and refined Aldrich, his earlier sense of condescensionpletely dissipated.


    Aldrich encouraging Adam to learn from Manchester United did not seem problematic to him.


    After Florentino took charge of Real Madrid, he studied Manchester United''s marketing strategies until he realized they were missing just one yer, David Beckham. He then brought Beckham to Madrid, and from that point on, Real Madrid''smercial value soared and began to rival Manchester United.


    After seeing Adam off, Aldrich returned to the study, discovering Andrew was perusing his notebook. Andrew quickly scanned through the densely packed tactical notes, which were Aldrich''s insights, before cing the notebook aside and turning to Aldrich, his expression serious: "The club''s internal structure is about to change drastically, and some yers have even submitted transfer requests."


    Aldrich wasn''t surprised at all. He sat down and responded, "It''s normal. Many may believe that an eighteen-year-old owner would treat the team as a toy. I''ve just given Adam a list��I''ve kept only two yers from the first team: one left-back and one goalkeeper. Everyone else over twenty-two is up for sale, and yers under twenty-two wishing to leave won''t be stopped; those who want to stay will be sent to the reserve team."


    Aldrich had thoroughly analyzed the team''s roster, ultimately retaining goalkeeper Casselly-Keller, aged 25, and 17-year-old Australian left-back Lucas Neill.


    The other main yers were either too old or deemedcking in potential by Aldrich.


    Taking over the team, he first needed to secure the locker room.


    How could an eighteen-year-old expect a group of yers averaging twenty-five years old to listen to him?


    It was a pipe dream!


    Thus, Aldrich employed the simplest method to pave the way for himself.


    He would sell off anyone who wouldn''tply.


    He didn''t have time to gauge yers'' reactions; this summer, he was destined to be busy.

 Chapter 6: Assemble a new team.

    <h4>Chapter 6: Assemble a new team.</h4>


    Among the three sons of the Hall family, the eldest, Bat, is currently seen as the most sessful by outsiders, having built up a fortune worth over a hundred million through hard work. The second son, Andrew, awyer by profession, also adds luster to the family name. However, Andrew established a brokerage firm three years ago, which has seen almost no business��only investments without returns��suggesting it serves merely as a facade.


    As for the youngest son, Aldrich, he has spent most of his time away from home, leaving others with little opportunity to meet him, nor have they heard of any academic achievements on his part, resulting in scant attention being paid to him.


    In the study, Aldrich and Andrew were discussing the future of Millwall. Three years ago, Andrew invested ��100,000 to set up the brokerage, but the business has nearly been nonexistent over the years. However, Andrew remains patient, firmly believing that his talented younger brother will not disappoint him.


    Sometimes, Europeans can be quite superstitious.


    Lucky colors, clothing, gestures, and so on are constantly believed in.


    When Aldrich was ten years old, he helped the three brothers earn over ��10,000. Since then, he has be not only the Hall family''s mascot but also a psychological assurance of sess and victory.


    It was still 1994; the Bosman ruling had not reached its final verdict, which wouldn''t be settled until the end of next year.


    Before that, yers were in a disadvantaged position with minimal ie and many restrictions; even yers with expired contracts could not transfer freely. It''s easy to imagine that in such an environment, no matter how famous a yer might be, they would hardly need an agent.


    Unless another superstar like Best emerged, transcending the realm of football. Certainly, since the turn of the twenty-first century, superstars who surpass the football field have be moremonce, much attributed to the Bosman ruling.


    Once the Bosman ruling takes effect, it will lead to a surge in yers seeking better treatment during transfers. Subsequently, the influence of agents will be more important. This does not prevent Aldrich from encouraging Andrew to proactively build rtionships with yers and clubs, leveraging Bat''s business connections in Europe and America. This will be critical in determining the agent''s future sess in attracting yers.


    Thus, at twenty-one, Andrew had no clients in thepany, but his staff had spread across various parts of the world, building an extensivework of information.


    In the past few years, while Aldrich studied across Europe, Andrew focused on gathering information and maintaining contact with Aldrich.


    Aldrich had devised a rather simplistic method to help Andrew select yers.


    He reviewed yer information from youth squads around the world, including photos. For those he considered worthy of attention, Andrew would personally visit to establish connections. If young yers were in financial hardship, Andrew would even provide support for free. This was in line with Aldrich''s vision, referred to as early investment; because once they could be yer agents, evenpleting one or two transfers could yield countless returns.


    If Aldrich intended to clean house at Millwall''s first team, the next step was, of course, to find yers, specifically young andpliant ones.


    Thus, Andrew first said, "Do you remember that youngd from northern Brazil? He''s been hesitating about signing with Corinthians. He mentioned there are other clubs after him. Last month, he even asked for my opinion. I had no suggestions, but if you want him, go for it."


    Aldrich hadn''t focused on yers yet, but after hearing Andrew, he shook his head and said, "Forget it; he can''t get a work permit. Moreover, he hasn''t signed with you yet. But once he does, you can discuss this with him and promise to help him settle in Europe so he can earn more. I''m heading to the Nethends tomorrow."


    The Braziliand Andrew mentioned was not an ordinary character; he was Rivaldo, a critical yer in future World Cup championship squads, a dual-winner of the FIFA World yer of the Year and the Ballon d''Or.


    A few years ago, Rivaldo had faced severe hardships. After his father''s death, his mother struggled to support the family alone. During that time, Andrew sponsored young Rivaldo with a mere twenty pounds a month, but the purchasing power of pounds in Brazil was significant, allowing Rivaldo to focus less on family burdens.


    Upon hearing this, Andrew nodded, "Well, let''s wait until he can get a work permit before bringing him to Millwall."


    Aldrich, with a resigned expression, countered, "Don''t; please avoid that thought. If he can go to a top club, let him. This is a crucial time for you to build your reputation. If you sign a good yer and then ce him in your brother''s club, who would still want to sign with you?"


    Scratching his head, Andrew decided to drop the subject and asked, "What are you going to do in the Nethends?"


    Aldrich shrugged and replied, "Build a coaching staff."


    ...


    Amsterdam, Nethends


    Dressed casually, Aldrich arrived near the world-famous arena in the city.


    Here lies Ajax''s renowned youth training base, which, before La Masia took advantage of the Bosman Law to establish its prominence, was widely acknowledged as one of the most celebrated youth academies in Europe and the world. In Dutch, it symbolizes the future.


    In the summer of ''94, no one realized that Ajax''s future was about to be dismantled by Bosman.


    At this training base, there are numerous training pitches, and yers of various age groups showcase their impressive talents under the guidance of coaches. Among the onlookers are parents of the children and scouts from different clubs.


    Thest time Aldrich visited here was during Ajax''s draft day, where the turnout was massive. Many parents brought their children to participate, yet very few met Ajax''s stringent talent selection criteria. Aldrich felt deep sympathy for those children who left in tears after not being selected.


    From a distance, Aldrich stood on the periphery of the training field and shouted at a young man directing the yers, "Jansen!"


    Jansen-Bernard, wearing casual coaching attire, turned upon hearing his name, spotted Aldrich in the distance, andughed as he walked outside the training ground. When he reached Aldrich, he smiled, "It''s hot today; I''m sweating all over, so no hugging. Are you here in the Nethends for more learning?"


    Once having shared a living space with Jansen, Aldrich had formed a bond during their time together.


    "Still coaching? Haven''t been promoted?"


    Aldrich looked at the training field, his eyes filled with warmth for the hardworking children, admiring Dutch football��433, the eternal attacking football.


    Jansen shrugged self-pityingly, "There are too many talents here; I''m not in a position to be promoted."


    Aldrich elbowed him yfully and quipped, "Hey, what happened to the ambitious Jansen who wanted to be Ajax''s head coach?"


    Jansen-Bernard embodies abination of fortune and misfortune.


    He was noticed by Ajax at a young age, but after six years of training with them, his talents seemed to have peaked, yet he was not expelled, which is Ajax''s custom. Thus, Jansen transitioned from yer to coach. Now at just twenty-three years old, he is considered an old hand among the coaches in Ajax''s youth academy, having been there for four years!


    Jansen rubbed his side,ughing bitterly, "I can''t stand it anymore. Back then, I didn''t realize it; now every day surrounded by children, I feel myself aging��it''s a real torment."


    Aldrich turned to him, softly urging, "Come help me; I''ll promote you to assistant coach."


    Jansen rolled his eyes, "Not interested in jokes."


    "I''m serious. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Aldrich Hall, from London, and I own a football club named Millwall. Next season, Millwall willpete in the English First Division."


    Gazing earnestly into Jansen''s eyes, Aldrich continued.


    He understood Jansen; during their shared living days, they had countlesste-night discussions about football tactics and analyzed match recordings, each offering their insights into football''s future.


    Since bing a coach, Jansen has been reluctant to remain in the youth academy, umting substantial knowledge about coaching, including roles as an assistant or head coach��though all theoretical with no practical experience.


    Aldrich, too, was inexperienced at this point. He could hire an experienced assistant coach, but such a seasoned figure would inevitably exert an authority in the locker room, creating conflicts. Who would the yers follow then?


    Aldrich intended to clear the existing coaching team at Millwall but excluded the ordinary trainers focused on daily practice��most of them were fitness coaches. He clearly understood that the tactical coaching group was essential to the team''s core.


    yers could make errors; one yer''s mistake can often be mitigated by another. However, if the coaching team makes tactical errors, there is no opportunity for remedy afterwards.


    Thus, he sought to build his coaching lineup, fundamentally establishing the key to tactical victory.


    Coaches like Jansen typically have contracts that expire at the end of June, so Aldrich''s first step in the Nethends to recruit was to avoidplications in July.


    Upon seeing that Aldrich was serious, Jansen asked tentatively, "Assistant coach?"


    Aldrich nodded.


    "Sry?"


    "��1,000 a month, with annual contract renewals."


    "Housing?"


    "Provided by the club."


    "I''m in!"


    Jansen licked his lips and nodded eagerly.


    For a youth coach in Ajax, being paid ��300 a month is considered a high sry, so the offer from Aldrich was irresistible.


    Once exhrated, Jansen added, "Do you need anyone else?"


    "Bring as many as you can; I want them all. However, they can''t be older than 25. I want to ensure there''s no generational gap inmunication within the coaching staff, nor do I want anyone trying to assert authority due to age."


    "Got it; I know a few you''re familiar with. I''ll go be a negotiator. How do we discuss the sries?"


    The assistant coach''spensation would naturally be higher than that of other coaches.


    "��600 a month, with the club providing food and housing."


    "Wait for my good news."


    As Jansen jogged away, Aldrich looked up at the sky, feeling more confident as he approached the new season in two months.

 Chapter 7: A faux tycoon brandishing pounds.

    <h4>Chapter 7: A faux tycoon brandishing pounds.</h4>


    Numerous young coaches at Ajax are operating under temporary contracts, particrly within the youth teams, making it easy to recruit talent. Most of these young coaches were once identified by Ajax but fell behind during their development, unable to be professional yers. However, this does not imply that their tactical acumen and football knowledge arecking. On the contrary, in a ce steeped in footballing heritage like Ajax, even the very grass seems infused with football wisdom.


    Jansen reached out to several peers who reside nearby in Amsterdam. A few years prior, when Audrich came here to learn, he forged connections with many, though nonepared to the deep bond he shared with his housemate, Jansen.


    Under Jansen''s persuasion, many were swayed��not only by the substantial increase in remuneration but also by the tantalizing prospect of working with a first team at a reputable club.


    While Ajax is a prestigious club in the Nethends, working with the youth teams does not carry the same prestige as working with the first team; in fact, many face precarious job security amid fiercepetition.


    Audrich was pressed for time, so he hastily met with these individuals one evening, making promises before flying back to London the following day.


    Millwall was in an uproar, with fans gathering outside the club, awaiting a statement from the organization.


    The head coach had resigned, and the club had issued a public announcement.


    It appeared the team was entering an unprecedented state of turmoil.


    However, since the club was taken over by the well-known Hall family, there were no incidents of fan unrest.


    Apanied by Adam, Audrich toured the facilities within the club.


    The club''s surroundings were quite outdated, with facilitiescking in modernity��simr to those of football clubs decades ago.


    The training grounds were rudimentary, seemingly ignoring the yers'' needs once they finished training. This neglect mirrored the broader state of English football today, where even national team members indulge excessively in drinking, disregarding their athletic longevity.


    The Lion''s Den Stadium could still be utilized, though it was somewhat smaller than ideal. However, Audrich knew he couldn''t achieve everything at once.


    Disappointed, he shook his head and said to Adam, "Renovate the training grounds within a month and a half. Additionally, look for modern hotels with adequate facilities near the training camp."


    "Hmm? Hotels?"


    "Yes, they should have gyms, meeting rooms, swimming pools, saunas, massages, and dining options. Starting from next season, the team will train regrly��outside of the training grounds, we''ll conduct activities in the hotel."


    "If that''s the case, expenses..."


    "Before we establish the new training base, we will likely need to rely on such hotels for a considerable time. If renting isn''t feasible, we should purchase one. Whether in the name of the club or the Hall family, the expense wille from the club''s ount."


    Land in London is incredibly expensive, and East London isparatively more affordable, which contributes to its mixed demographic.


    Nevertheless, obtaining a hotel in today''s climate is by no means exorbitant; it should be attainable within a million pounds. If not pressed for time, Audrich would have preferred to build a hotel himself, or course, had he the time, he would have built the new training facility.


    Adam began jotting down Audrich''s directives and then asked, "Where''s the transfer negotiation team?"


    Adam promptly remarked, "They are all on business trips. In ordance with your request, following the yer''s listing, numerous clubs have expressed interest in a transfer, with some even submitting direct offers."


    Audrich nodded and replied solemnly, "Once they finish their tasks, have them seek me out. We''re entering a busy period. Furthermore, the club needs several new departments. First, a medical department. Look for sports medicine experts. Second, a nutrition department. The club will be responsible for yers'' diets while they are here. I need specialists who can provide scientific nutrition��traditional fare like chips, pudding, and fried fish must not appear on the menu."


    Adam noted these requirements before asking, "What about the coaching staff and scouts?"


    "Leave that to me; I will make the arrangements."


    In the days that followed, Audrich met with every member of the club''s staff to quickly stabilize the chaotic environment from within, while the transfer department''s work concluded for the moment.


    Millwall had sold over ten yers from its first team, fetching only one hundred eighty thousand pounds in return; this stemmed from both the club''s voluntary sales and the generally low market value of yers at present.


    Three years ago, Crystal Pce''s top scorer, Ian Wright, transferred to Arsenal for just two hundred fifty thousand pounds, and even the renowned Sheringham was valued at only half a million pounds three years prior.


    As the American World Cup approached, Audrich and Andrew were meticulously sifting through potential yers at the club.


    It was time for Audrich to delve into the transfer market.


    Andrew anxiously looked at Aldrich and said in a low voice, "Aldrich, there are only a few people left in the first team at the club. The outside world has a very dim view of Millwall. Adam has gone to buy a hotel that is currently under renovation. Do you know what the newspapers are saying about you? They im you are behaving recklessly, saying that the football club has sold off all its yers only to buy a hotel, as if you intend to turn Millwall into a vacation paradise?"


    Without raising his head, Audrich perused the list on the table, treating Andrew''s words as mere background noise, and replied nonchntly, "Will yerse if I target them?"


    Andrew shook his head candidly, "Millwallcks a rich history and is a second-tier team. Given the current turmoil, who would be willing to leap into this inferno?"


    "What if I offer yers a thousand pounds a week?"


    "This figure is certainly considerable."


    "How about three thousand?"


    "Among the yers on this list, fewer than five are worthy of such a wage."


    "No, I intend to offer all these yers a minimum of three thousand pounds, with a maximum of eight thousand pounds!"


    "You''ve lost your mind! That''s the sry of top-tier Premier League stars!"


    Andrew looked at Aldrich, who appeared utterly calm, in disbelief, even doubting whether his brother was truly as inept as public opinion had suggested.


    Aldrich looked up and candidly said, "I borrowed 30 million pounds from my older brother. 10 million pounds is for transfer fees, and the other 20 million pounds is to guarantee sries for the club over the next two years. By the third year, if I still haven''t delivered good results but the club''s ie from the first two years is enough to cover the sry for the third year, if I can''t lead Millwall to the Premier League in three years, then I''ll give up my childhood dream and just be a wealthy cker living off my family''s fortune."


    Andrew was left speechless from shock, eventually sighing, "Fine, if you n on luring these yers with high sries, I suspect no one will refuse. Who would turn down the chance to earn in one year what they''d normally make in ten or twenty?"


    Audrich understood well that Millwall was impoverished both in heritage and reputation; its notorious history of football hooliganism did not bode well for attracting yers.


    However, in this transitional period in football, when the market had yet to recognize the value of star yers��less even yers themselves were aware of their earning potential��Audrich saw an opportunity for enticing offers.


    A starting wage of three thousand pounds per week and a maximum of eight thousand pounds��what does this signify? A yer earning three thousand pounds per week would only cost the club less than two hundred thousand pounds annually, and that''s pre-tax, so it doesn''t touch the club''s ounts.


    Even at eight thousand pounds per week, the club''s annual expenditure would not exceed five hundred thousand pounds.


    In 1994, such wages would indeed be astonishing.


    Before the Bosman Ruling, how much did top British star Lineker earn weekly?


    Five thousand pounds.


    Even following the Bosman ruling, what were the weekly wages of Beckham and Keane when Beckham was chosen for the Ennd national team?


    not exceed four thousand pounds.


    If even the stars were making such modest sums, how wretchedly low would the wages of ordinary yers, particrly those yet to make a name for themselves, be?


    Among the yers Audrich aimed to recruit, many probably wouldn''t even see a weekly wage of a hundred pounds!


    To put it another way, the simplest consideration for these yers when contemting contracts is the financial gain!


    Truly, as Andrew articted, ying for Millwall for a year means earning what one might typically earn in ten or twenty years!


    Though such a description might not hold up wellpared to future eras of extravagant football spending, at present, Audrich was indeed prepared to y the role of a faux tycoon, brandishing pounds with mboyant abandon.


    Perhaps some might scoff at or deride Audrich''s actions now, but as the era ofmercial football quickly advances, particrly with the Premier League leading the charge, the initial beneficiaries will undoubtedly be clubs in Ennd. Audrich certainly would not adhere to the tradition of frugality synonymous with Ennd in this age of perceived "stinginess."

 Chapter 8: On the Road to Rebuilding

    <h4>Chapter 8: On the Road to Rebuilding</h4>


    Millwall is a magical club, at least in Audridge''s eyes.


    Millwall hates Chelsea, even though Chelsea is far away in West London.


    Although Audridge is from East London, Millwall is actually located in Southeast London.


    Geographically, West Ham United and Charlton are closer, and Millwall is simr, but for some reason, Millwall and West Ham United have be bitter enemies in the century-old East London derby, which dates back over a hundred years.


    Millwall also has a derby rtionship with South London''s Crystal Pce, so much so that the South London derby often features Millwall, while the atmosphere of a derby for the intervening Charlton is significantly less intense, regardless of whom they face.


    Audridge, joined by the club''s transfer team, arrived in South London, where Millwall''s South London derby opponent, Crystal Pce, had just won the League One titlest season and would soon step onto the Premier League stage in two months.


    However, at that moment, Millwall submitted a transfer bid to Crystal Pce.


    The target was Gareth Southgate.


    The initial bid was ��1 million.


    This bid received no response from Crystal Pce, which was obviously met with disdain.


    Southgate, at just 23, is an outstanding center-back. Although he currently ys in midfield for Crystal Pce, he was instrumental in their promotion andes with the heritage of the club.


    However, when the second offer of ��2 million was sent to Crystal Pce, just half an hourter, they responded.


    ��5 million!


    Faced with such a reply, Audridge smiled.


    It''s not the lion''s demand that frightens you; it''s the silence of the other party.


    After a tug-of-war in negotiations, Millwall''s ��2 million bid ultimately forced Crystal Pce to concede.


    ��2 million, this was even the price of a top striker!


    Is Southgate worth this price?


    From a purelypetitive perspective, perhaps not; Andy Cole, who managed to score 41 goals in a season, transferred to Newcastle United for only ��1.75 million. Although he would transfer to Manchester United for ��6 million the following spring, setting a transfer record.


    But now, yers'' prices had not yet skyrocketed. What truly holds value is certainly a forward who can score goals.


    Audridge''s reason for pursuing Southgate boiled down to two points. First, Southgate is young, capable of fighting, and is likely to be a key yer for the Ennd national team. Having a domestic international in the locker room is something Audridge needs. Secondly, bringing in a star from a rival is very beneficial for boosting the morale of the fans.


    In South London, at Southgate''s small apartment, Audridge and Andrew personally visited to discuss the transfer.


    Southgate knew Andrew as a mere acquaintance. The arrival of the two brothers from Audridge left him unenthusiastic; his wife poured tea for them before leaving the living room for the men.


    After introducing himself, Audridge ced a contract in front of Southgate.


    Without even looking, Southgate calmly said, "Please leave; I''m not interested in joining Millwall, a club without a head coach, I see no future there."


    "The head coach? There is one, it''s me."


    Audridge replied just as calmly.


    A look of surprise shed across Southgate''s face, quickly followed by a hint of amusement.


    He naturally thought Audridge was joking; if not, then he was being foolish.


    Audridge opened the contract and held it up before Southgate, saying calmly, "A weekly sry of ��6,000. If we secure promotion, the contract will be updated to raise your sry to ��8,000, which will then increase by 10% annually. Additionally, you''ll receive bonuses based on the team''s end-of-season ranking. The contractsts five years."


    Southgate was stunned. He hadn''t expected such an attractive offer to be ced before him!


    It was significantly more than he earned at Crystal Pce.


    He felt somewhat tempted; professional athletes earn their living on their youth, and sports careers are not only short but also fraught with injuries and fluctuations in performance.


    It''s natural to want to earn more; there''s nothing wrong with that.


    Still slightly hesitant, he said, "You''re so young; are you really the head coach?"


    Audridge closed the contract and ced it on the table, looking steadily at Southgate. Both men were around 1.85 meters tall, making it hard to discern who was dominant in the moment.


    "Gareth, I''m not here to beg you to join Millwall. I''m here to express my sincerity. Crystal Pce allowed your transfer once they received my ��2 million bid. If it were me, I wouldn''t hypocritically say yers are priceless, but you, in my eyes, are worth at least ��15 million. I know your value, and this contract is what you deserve. I have a coaching license; I don''t need to prove anything to you. If time allowed, I could demonstrate over fifty different corner tactics, more set-piece strategies, and offensive and defensive philosophies during y. But I am the owner; I am the head coach. I don''t need to prove anything to you because my team is called Millwall, the future most sessful English team. Regardless of what you''re thinking, the opportunity is right in front of you; missing it would be your loss."


    Andrew maintained a smile on his face, but inwardly he was sweating for Audridge.


    The tone Audridge used seemed somewhat arrogant, which aligns with the typical British demeanor.


    Yet Audridge''s indifferent expression also disyed a genuine confidence, prompting Southgate to gaze at Audridge for a long time before snapping back to reality.


    In Southgate''s view, Audridge had an aura, one that didn''t resemble that of a bbering clown; this sort of pride and self-confidence is sometimes exactly what is needed on the pitch and is essential for any coach.


    After a moment of contemtion, Southgate asked, "What''s my position in the team?"


    This was the opening Southgate needed. Audridge responded firmly, "You will be my captain. However, your role will change somewhat. In Crystal Pce, you y as a midfielder; at Millwall, you will be a key center-back. Trust me, I have footage of your performances throughout the season. I know better than you how to utilize your skills."


    After a long silence, Southgate finally nodded in agreement.


    As they left South London and got into the car, Andrew said in a daze, "This is the first time I''ve seen a negotiation like this."


    Audridge, sitting in the front passenger seat, replied calmly, "I''m the boss, I''m the head coach. I don''t need to look at anyone''s face for approval. If I were begging yers to join my team, what kind of authority would I have?"


    "Ha, where to next?"


    Andrew asked with a smile, feeling that his brother was starting to gather some momentum.


    Audridge casually replied, "Take me back to the club. From here, I''ll stay at the club, and you can go around and scout some yers. Yourpany can seize this opportunity to sign some yers, just as I''m offering high sries. You can bridge the gap, and it''ll be a win-win."


    Andrew dly epted the task. Although he had previous encounters with Southgate, he only met him when Southgate was already a key yer at Crystal Pce, the rtionship was quite shallow.


    However, many of the yers on Audridge''s target list were ones Andrew had interacted with in the past two years, allowing him to take his first steps as an agent while leveraging Audridge''s high-sry temptations to attract yers.


    Upon returning to Millwall, Audridge began faxing transfer offers to clubs across Europe.


    Since the team was beingpletely rebuilt, he started scouting talent from each position.


    In goal, the club was left with Kasey Keller. While he had ability, he wasn''t quite up to the level expected in the Premier League.


    So, Audridge targeted Hans-J?rg Butt, a young goalkeeper from the second Bundesliga team, Oldenburg.


    This future German third-choice keeper had just been promoted to the first team but had only made two appearances in the previous second Bundesliga season. In terms of fame, he was unknown, and perhaps Oldenburg was still in the process of evaluating his strength.


    An offer of ��100,000 was substantial for a small club, especially for a goalkeepercking reputation or proven ability.


    Soon, the transfer of the year-old goalkeeper Butt was approved, with the final bidnding at ��150,000.


    With Southgate joining as a center-back, but standing just over 1.8 meters, Audridge felt he needed to bolster his aerial presence. So, he sent a transfer bid to Cambuur, who had just been relegated to the second tier in the Nethends, offering ��250,000 for center-back Jaap Stam.


    After raising the transfer price to ��350,000, Millwall''s negotiation team flew to the Nethends to discuss contract terms with Stam.


    From AS Cannes, he secured 18-year-old Patrick Vieira for just ��100,000.


    As Perugia had just been promoted to the Italian second tier and was in need of money, Audridge managed to lure their young yer Gattuso away for ��300,000, which led Perugia''s president, Saranini, to mock Audridge as a fool in the Italian media.


    After all, Gattuso had only signed a contract with Perugia a month prior, and they made a hefty profit from almost nothing.


    Just 17 years old and not yet signed to a professional contract, Michael Back was tempted to London by Andrew with a weekly sry of ��3,000.


    A direct bid of ��1 million stunned the management of Sparta Prague, as transfers in Eastern European football generally don''t reach the inted prices seen in major European leagues.


    Hence, after raising the price to ��1.5 million, Millwall gained the opportunity to negotiate with Pavel Nedved, a star yer from Sparta Prague.


    Had it not been for Andrew having previously made contact with Nedved before he entered the first team of Sparta Prague, this transfer might have failed.


    However, the generous sry offered by Audridge was sufficient to make the star yer consider his options.


    Just relying on Andrew to paint an attractive picture of Audridge''s grand ns for Nedved wouldn''t have sufficed. After personally calling Nedved to express his sincerity, Audridge included an automatic release use in the contract for the next season, should they fail to be promoted. Only then did Nedved agree to join, seeing it as a chance to try his hand in Ennd, as it would still be lucrative to earn money for a year before leaving if things didn''t pan out.


    Subsequently, Audridge made a ��500,000 bid for Robert Pires from FC Metz.


    From the German second division club Jena, he brought back 30-year-old Bernd Schneider for ��300,000.


    He also secured 17-year-old Luca Toni from a third division Italian club, Modena, for just ��100,000.


    Finally, he obtained 18-year-old Ruud van Nistelrooy, known as the "king of the small box," from the Dutch club Den Bosch for ��350,000.


    With all this sess, just as Audridge was preparing to head to France to meet a friend, Andrew surprised him again.


    The 17-year-old Zambrotta was intercepted by Andrew just before signing with Como, bringing him to London.

 Chapter 9: Arsene Wenger

    <h4>Chapter 9: Arsene Wenger</h4>


    Monaco, a principality blessed with picturesque scenery and a temperate climate along the Mediterranean, bes a bustling tourist destination during the summer months. The streets throng with crowds, and Aldrich, dressed in casual sports attire with his hands tucked in his pockets and sunsses perched on his nose, steps into a beautifully appointed caf��.


    In a corner booth, a refined gentleman nearing his fifties stares dreamily out the window, lost in thought.


    Aldrich approaches and takes a seat across from him, removing his sunsses to reveal a warm, sunny smile. "Hi, Ars��ne."


    The elegant man looks at Aldrich with a hint of admiration and replies, "It has been four years since west met. The young boy has certainly grown into a remarkable man. Your unexpected visit to Monaco is quite fortunate; otherwise, I would have had to seek you out in London. Now, tell me, how did you manage to grab my yer?"


    Feigning ignorance, Aldrich shrugs and replies, "Sir, I have no idea who you''re referring to."


    "The young Frenchman! Just yesterday, I instructed the club to submit an offer to bring him back from Argentina, only to find out he had already packed his bags and left. Upon further inquiry, I discovered he transferred to Millwall."


    The man sitting across from Aldrich is none other than Ars��ne Wenger, the current head coach of Monaco. Five years prior, Aldrich had witnessed Wenger leading the team to victory in iming the Ligue 1 championship. Unfortunately, since then, Marseille has dominated with five consecutive titles, making Wenger''s current situation quite challenging.


    Aldrich knows the yer in question is Trezeguet and chuckles, "It can''t be helped; I need to carve out my own empire. Opportunity knocks, and I must seize it. As for how I did it��well, it''s quite simple. My brother got acquainted with David over a year ago, and I offered him a first-team sry��three thousand pounds a week."


    "But he''s only seventeen."


    Wenger furrows his brow and states in a disapproving tone, seemingly displeased with Aldrich''s actions.


    Aldrich wittily responds, "Ah, seventeen��such a rebellious age. To forge one''s own path, one must first secure a steady ie. Earning substantial money not only boosts confidence but also brings pride before family. Haha, Ars��ne, times are indeed changing. You must think I''m just throwing money around, but do you remember our conversation from six months ago?"


    Wenger shows a moment of recollection before eximing in surprise, "The Bosman ruling?"


    Aldrich nods, casually shrugging his shoulders. "This summer, many pundits will ridicule me as a reckless spender and a fool; that''s of little concern, for time will prove everything. Now, onto the matter at hand: I wish to ask for your cooperation in releasing one of your yers."


    Wenger''s demeanor darkens as he retorts with annoyance, "What''s this? You''vee to poach my yers too? Who are you interested in?"


    "A bid of five hundred thousand pounds has already been submitted to Monaco for Henry. Honestly, it''s practically a gift��Henry''s entire investment might not even total ten thousand pounds."


    Upon hearing this, Wenger''s eyes widen in incredulity. "Absolutely not! He is Monaco''s future! Five hundred thousand pounds? Do you think Monaco is a small club unfamiliar with wealth?"


    Aldrich simply smiles, saying nothing further.


    Wenger continues to frown, saying, "The Times has reported on your activities since taking charge at Millwall; I''ve kept track of many of your developments. Most of the yers you''ve recently signed are from lower leagues; those smaller clubs, desperate for cash, have no choice but to let their promising stars go. This is simply the reality of the football market, but Monaco is not your Second Bundesliga, Eerste Divisie, or Serie B..."


    "Let''s not be hasty; let''s discuss this further."


    "There''s nothing to discuss; Henry is not for sale."


    "What if I offer one million pounds? Surely Monaco would reconsider then?"


    Wenger falls silent, looking at Aldrich with a sense of resignation.


    Finally, he lets out a heavy sigh. "Marseille is taking my yers, Paris Saint-Germain too, and now even you, this little rascal, are at it..."


    Despite Marseille''s sessive victories in Ligue 1, Wenger has managed to keep his squadpetitive while consistently losing key yers, showcasing his coaching abilities. Unfortunately, a skilled chef cannot prepare a meal without ingredients��a predicament that wouldter mirror his situation during his illustrious tenure at Arsenal.


    Feeling a twinge of sympathy for his old friend, Aldrich gently suggests, "Thuram."


    Wenger looks puzzled, and Aldrich rifies, "One and a half million pounds; I no longer want Henry. Please don''t obstruct my pursuit of Thuram. Ars��ne, Thuram will not stay in Monaco. Offering one and a half million pounds for a defender is generous enough. If you don''t let him go, are you just waiting for other clubs toe after him? I can provide him with a top-tier sry��eight thousand pounds a week."


    Wenger appears somewhat tempted, particrly by Aldrich''s remark about waiting for other clubs to make a move.


    He has nurtured many talented yers at Monaco, only to see them slip away, even those who were genuinely grateful to him, like George Weah.


    "My captain��and you think you can simply take him for one and a half million?"


    "Very well, I will not dy. What about three million pounds? Is that not sufficient for a defender?"


    In this era, three million pounds represents the value of a top yer. While it may fall short of a superstar''s worth, it''s worth noting that merely a decade ago, Maradona''s transfer fee was only three hundred thousand pounds. The purchasing power of today has shifted significantly. Just seven years ago, the world record transfer fee for Gullit didn''t exceed five hundred thousand pounds, and only two years prior, the transfer fees for elite yers in the Premier League hovered around three hundred thousand pounds. Given that attacking yers typicallymand higher fees, Aldrich''s offer should bepelling enough for Monaco.


    Moreover, he firmly believes that the lucrative contract he is proposing will entice Thuram. During this time, few yers couldmand sries in the tens of thousands unless they were exceptional talents. How many yers can parallel Gascoigne, whose life was followed by a television station in a program with exceptionally high ratings in the UK?


    Furthermore, Aldrich''s contract includes uses for sry increases and bonuses.


    Wenger merely exhales a deep sigh, begrudgingly conceding to Aldrich''s proposal.


    As for Henry, while Aldrich desires him, he knows the opportunity has slipped away.


    Once Henry rises to prominence in Ligue 1 next season, it''s likely that one million pounds will not suffice. By the time the Bosman ruling settles next year, there will be no loopholes left. At that point, his greater concern will be how to retain the yers already in his possession.


    After an entire day discussing with Wenger in the caf��, Aldrich heads the next day to the coastal city of Nantes in western France, where he has another crucial transfer to negotiate.


    A bid of one million five hundred thousand pounds is submitted to Nantes for ude Mak��l��l��!


    Ultimately, the negotiation price solidifies at ��2 million.


    Aldrich simrly lured Mak��l��l�� with an impressive sry, but for these exceptionally skilled yers, he also decisively included a use in their contracts that allows for automatic termination should they fail to achieve promotion next season.


    Upon returning to London, Aldrich receives a phone call from Italy.


    "Mr. Hall, please forgive my intrusion, but your team is pursuing my son. I am uncertain what this signifies; while your team is in the second tier of English football, I presume the level ofpetition is likely to surpass that of the Italian C league. I wish for my son to find better training, yet I seek to understand your sincerity and your ns for the club''s future."


    Listening to the poor English on the other end of the line, Aldrich feels somewhat bewildered but maintains aposed demeanor, asking, "If I may be so bold, who am I speaking with?"


    "Oh, I neglected to introduce myself. My name is Giuseppe Materazzi."


    Realization dawns on Aldrich, and he responds respectfully, "Good day, sir. I indeed have an interest in signing your son. I harbor high expectations for the next season, the season thereafter, and even for the next five to ten years. I require a multitude of young talents to fulfill this ambition, and your son, Marco, ys a crucial role in my ns. If you have been observing my club, you would know we have recently acquired several capable yers."


    "Nevertheless, I do not wish for Marco to develop long-term in Ennd."


    "However, as you pointed out, if he remains in Italy, he would merely bepeting in the C league. Bying to Millwall, he would engage in the English First Division next season, and in a year, he would find himself contending against premier teams like Arsenal, Manchester United, and Liverpool. Surely, that offers a far more substantial opportunity for his development, doesn''t it? Forgive my candor, but how many years would it take for Marco to face top teams if he remained in Italy?"


    "If Marco goes to Ennd, can you assure me of his starting position?"


    "Sir, in the First Division, there are 46 league matches plus two cuppetitions each season; conservatively estimating, that amounts to roughly 50 matches. If Marco were to y in all of those matches, he would undoubtedly make remarkable progress."


    On the other end of the line, Materazzi ponders deeply for a moment before ultimately stating, "Mr. Hall, I appreciate your sincerity, but I hope to receive one further assurance: if a morepetitive Italian team expresses interest in Marco one day, you will not obstruct his departure."


    Aldrich quietly sighs. The Giuseppe Materazzi on the other end is not just any yer''s father; he is a respected coach in Italy. It is only natural for him to contemte his son''s future, and deep down, he certainly harbors reservations about English football, simply wishing for his son to have a more substantial tform to develop. Whatever the case, it must be better than the Italian C league, particrly with a good sry and the experience to be gained from a different environment, allowing Marco Materazzi to umte valuable experiences.


    However, one can only assume that he should ultimately return to Serie A, the pinnacle ofpetitive football in the minds of Italians.


    "Sir, I assure you that should theree a day when Marco wishes to leave, I will not impede his departure. My management of the club and coaching philosophy revolves around a simple principle: good beginnings foster good endings."


    "Oh? Mr. Hall, are you going to personally coach the team?"


    "Indeed, I have been preparing and awaiting this day for the past eight years."


    "Ha! I wish you the best of fortunes and look forward to witnessing you on the sidelines. I won''t keep you any longer; goodbye."

 Chapter 10: transfer and loan

    <h4>Chapter 10: transfer and loan</h4>


    Millwall''s recruitment efforts were far from over. In fact, Andrew was even more proactive than Aldrich. After leaving Italy, he took a trip around Northern Europe and returned with two yers who had yet to sign formal contracts: 21-year-old Ole Solskj?r, who had not debuted for Molde, and 17-year-old Jesper Gr?nkj?r.


    Aldrich still had a few more candidates to consider for his squad, and a significant transfer was also in the works. Although two goalkeepers were already on the roster, it is standard for a first team to have three for safety, so Aldrich selected 17-year-old Richard Wright.


    In the rougher environment of League One, it''smon to have a few extra strikers on hand. Aldrich spent just ��10,000 to bring in Kevin Phillips, a cast-off from Southampton''s youth system, from the semi-professional club Bodmin Town to the Den.


    Bradford was still struggling in the lower division, and Aldrich used ��250,000 to acquire their rising star center-back, Dean Richards.


    Even before the World Cup began, after finalizing Southgate''s transfer, Aldrich sent out a second bid to another club for Feyenoord''s forward, Henrik Larsson. While Feyenoord is considered a top team in the Eredivisie, they cannot financiallypete with clubs like Ajax. To put it bluntly, they are merely a shy facadepared to smaller teams in mainstream leagues.


    Aldrich''s initial offer was ��500,000, which was rejected, although the tone was not particrly firm. When Aldrich raised the offer to ��1 million, negotiations progressed quickly, and the final transfer fee was settled at ��1.25 million.


    This agreement had been reached two weeks prior, shortly after the World Cup started. If it were now early July, Feyenoord would have surely pressed Aldrich for a much higher fee, likely insisting on ��2 million without budging.


    After Millwall officially announced several high-profile signings, particrly Southgate, Thuram, and Makelele, all of which exceeded ��2 million in transfer fees, clubs that had btedly sold yers to Aldrich began to realize: this 18-year-old tycoon was a reckless spender!


    Just a year ago, the British transfer record had just been set by Manchester United at ��3.75 million for Roy Keane. It''s worth noting thatst summer, the total investment from all 22 Premier League teams in the transfer market was barely over ��60 million!


    Aldrich running Millwall, a League One club, effectively added up to the spending of three Premier League teams!


    However, this transfer had hit a stalemate. On one hand, Larsson was busy representing Sweden in the World Cup, while on the other, he hesitated about joining a second-tier English club, even though Aldrich offered a lucrative sry and release use.


    Larsson''s indecision gave Feyenoord an opportunity to backtrack. After the World Cup, Feyenoord immediately sent representatives to Sweden to privately urge the vacationing Larsson to turn down the transfer.


    At the same time, Aldrich traveled to Sweden as well. He didn''t need to embellish his pitch to Larsson; the investments Millwall made that summer showcased the team''s ambitions, centered around a youthful squad. Larsson, soon to turn 23, would undoubtedly be an important yer at Millwall, bing a crucial part of the team''s backbone in terms of both reputation and skill.


    Feyenoord''s miscalction came back to haunt them. Had they not sent someone to persuade Larsson, he might not have chosen to join Millwall. However, after allowing the transfer and then going back on their word, just to squeeze Aldrich for more money, it left Larsson quite displeased. yers are assets, and that''s a cold reality; yet no yer truly views themselves as such, especially when they have attained some fame.


    In the end, Aldrich reached an agreement with the humble and low-profile forward in Sweden. This Swedish striker would be set to lead the charge for Millwall in the uing season!


    Since the League One seasonmenced on August 12, the team was set to begin training inte July. Having participated in the World Cup, Aldrich notified Larsson that he could report to the team in the first week of August.


    By July 19, Aldrich was in his office reviewing the yer roster, feeling that recruitment hade to an end.


    **Goalkeepers:**


    Kasey Keller.


    Hans-J?rg Butt.


    Richard Wright.


    **Defenders:**


    Gareth Southgate.


    Jaap Stam.


    Dean Richards.


    Marco Materazzi.


    Lilian Thuram.


    Gianluca Zambrotta.


    Lucas Neill.


    **Midfielders:**


    Patrick Vieira.


    Pavel Nedv��d.


    Gennaro Ivan Gattuso.


    ude Mak��l��l��.


    Michael Back.


    **Forwards:**


    Robert Pires.


    Jesper Gr?nkj?r.


    Bernd Schneider.


    David Trezeguet.


    Luca Toni.


    Ruud van Nistelrooy.


    Henrik Larsson.


    Kevin Phillips.


    Ole Solskj?r.


    The first team consisted of 24 yers.


    As Aldrich contemted this roster, he noted that the right-back positions appeared somewhat weak, with only three yers conceived for that slot. However, both Lucas Neill and Zambrotta were versatile enough to cover both nks, and Mak��l��l��, who originally yed as a right-back before transitioning to a defensive midfielder for national duties, was someone Aldrich sought to develop directly into that role��anything less would be a waste.


    In terms of the team''s core, Aldrich could rely on three key yers at the center of the defense, midfield, and attack: Southgate in defense, Nedv��d in midfield, and Larsson upfront.


    However, the wide midfield positions seemed slightly thin. Gr?nkj?r was still young; if either Pires or Schneider were injured, Nedv��d could cover the left, but there was ack of an attacking spark on the right. Aldrich considered this, not wanting to ce his hopes and efforts in yerscking talent.


    In terms of rebuilding the team, progress needed to be made step by step. Facing a league like League One, wing crosses were a tried-and-tested strategy. Emphasizing technical y could lead to copse under rough fouls, meaning traditional wing strategies could not be discarded. Even in the Premier League, this would remain a crucial tactic for the next twenty years; the role of crossing from the wings was evolving to be shared between traditional wingers and full-backs, reflecting the trend towards versatile yer roles in modern football.


    Aldrich kept repeating to himself, "the right side, the right side, the right side," when he suddenly remembered someone. Although it was unlikely he could sign him, he could at least borrow him.


    Deciding to take action, Aldrich nned to visit that sessful Scottish manager from the previous season.


    Recently, Millwall had begun to settle down. For the fans, the past month had been a roller coaster ride.


    First, the club underwent a major overhaul from the coaching staff down to the first team.


    Next, news of new signings arrived one after another. While Millwall''s fans were only familiar with stars like Southgate among the new arrivals, it was enough to lift their spirits. What could be more exciting than poaching the captain of their derby rivals?


    Aldrich made a move that quickly won the support of the fans!


    This resonated with theter actions of Florentino, who famously poached stars from rivals.


    Some fans roughly calcted Aldrich''s investment in transfers during the summer season and arrived at a staggering figure: ��12.6 million!


    This was an exhrating sum!


    How much did Manchester United spend inst summer''s transfer market? A mere ��3.75 million.


    And what about the year before? ��1.1 million.


    It is clear such arithmetic cannot be boiled down to simple sums, because Aldrich was effectively rebuilding the entire club. Premier League teams generally make summer signings to supplement their existing squads; a major overhaul of the lineup is rare. Only ckburn''s big-spending efforts could be considered truly significant, and even that amounted to just a handful of well-known stars.


    What the oue of Aldrich''s investments this summer would be remained uncertain. At least sports columnists retained their skepticism. Millwall had previously gone unnoticed, yet Aldrich''s flurry of activity had captured everyone''s attention.


    Outside the club, Aldrich waited for Andrew, intending for him to guide him out of London, since Aldrich was no more familiar with the route than a tourist.


    Before long, Andrew arrived in a luxury car, smiling at Aldrich. "Where to?"


    "Manchester. I want to visit the manager of Manchester United."


    Andrew looked surprised, then paused for a moment before shaking his head. "That won''t be easy. I''ll need to find someone to help."


    With that, he stepped out of the car and went inside the club to make a phone call, then drove Aldrich to the London train station.


    At the station, he purchased three tickets to Manchester. Aldrich was curious about who the third ticket was for but didn''t ask.


    In the waiting room, Aldrich met a well-dressed man wearing gold-rimmed sses and neatly curled hair. He appeared refined and courteous. Upon reaching Andrew, he greeted him warmly with a hug, then turned to Aldrich with a smile, extending his hand. "Jason Ferguson, nice to meet you. Andrew has spoken highly of you; you''re quite the legend of the Hall family."


    Thepliment was rather direct. Aldrich shook the man''s hand and smiled. "Aldrich Hall. So, Jason, is Mr. Ferguson your father?"


    Jason Ferguson nodded with a smile and gestured for the three of them to board the train to Manchester.


    "I just called home; my father happens to have time to meet with you."


    Aldrich thanked him with a smile, and as they settled into their seats on the train, he couldn''t help but reflect on everything.


    He hadn''t expected Ferguson''s son to know Andrew.


    But upon further thought, the reasoning began to clear.


    Jason Ferguson was Sir Alex Ferguson''s most favored son. After the Premier League was established, Jason worked at Sky Sports, but in the football world, he was simply known as Ferguson''s son; outside of football, he held little value. Compared to the Hall family''s vast wealth, Andrew had his independent agency in London. It wasn''t surprising that someone his age like Jason would know Andrew; one could even imagine Jason trying to curry favor with him.


    Aldrich was aware of how resourceful Jason Ferguson was. In fact, in a timeline Aldrich had previously experienced, just six hours after Manchester United''s board was informed by Ferguson about Stam''s sale, Stam had transferred to Lazio. This shocked the United board, and even Sir Bobby Charlton expressed dissatisfaction with Ferguson. In truth, the orchestrator behind that sale was none other than Jason Ferguson; he had left Sky Sports to join an agency in Manchester. Though he had caused Ferguson considerable trouble, his father''s deep affection always seemed to smooth things over.

 Chapter 11: Renting and "being rented"

    <h4>Chapter 11: Renting and "being rented"</h4>


    Upon arriving at Ferguson''s home in Cheshire, Aldrich faced the legendary Scottish figure for the first time in person.


    His initial impression was neither of an imposing figuremanding respect with vigorous authority, nor of a stern and forbidding presence that seemed capable of conjuring a tempest.


    The Scottish gentleman was seated in a garden recliner, peacefully slumbering under the soft glow of the setting sun��more akin to a man reminiscing about past glories with an affectionate smile, having long sinceid down his armor.


    Dressed casually in a summer T-shirt, Ferguson was gently roused from his nap by the touch of his wife, Cathy.


    Previously, he had mentioned that guests would be arriving at their home; yet, while waiting in the garden, he had sumbed to a blissful afternoon''s rest.


    Upon awakening, Ferguson rubbed his eyes and squinted toward the approaching visitor, failing to recognize him until he donned his sses, whichy on a nearby table, allowing him to gather his wits.


    Cathy ced a tray of tea on the table, and then quietly departed.


    Inside his home, Ferguson preferred to avoid discussions rted to football; had it not been for their beloved son''s guest, he likely would not have agreed to meet Aldrich, much less in his own home.


    Aldrich considered himself a person of simplicity; undeterred by the myriad standards shaped by geography, ethnicity, culture, or religion that often govern British interactions, he was open and willing to forge friendships with anyone, which allowed him to engage others with genuine ease and without pretense��his manners and demeanor were unembellished.


    "Good day, Mr. Ferguson," Aldrich said with a smile as he greeted him.


    Ferguson looked up, studying him intently, then signaled to Jason with a wave, indicating he preferred to discuss matters that were not meant for outsiders'' ears.


    When Ferguson engaged in conversation with Aldrich��who upied the dual role of club owner and head coach��there were numerous subjects not suited for ears beyond their circle.


    Even though Jason was Ferguson''s son, in the strictest sense, he remained outside the realm of football''s close-knitmunity.


    This pertains to the traditionally conservative nature of British society; football is a rtively small fraternity, and regardless of whether it is public knowledge or aplex mystery, every detail ought to remain confined to that circle, hidden away in history.


    Aldrich cast a nce at Andrew, silently urging him to apany Jason out.


    Andrew greeted Ferguson politely, who smiled and nodded, watching the two young men step into the house.


    With a gesture, Ferguson invited Aldrich to take a seat across the table, where steaming tea awaited.


    The British penchant for tea has nearly be their hallmark.


    Over a century ago, it was the British aristocracy''s fervent love for tea that led to a significant trade deficit with China, indirectly culminating in the Opium Wars, after which the British shamelessly pilfered Chinese tea cultivation techniques and varieties, establishing vast ntations in the East Indies.


    After sharing a sip of tea, Aldrich and Ferguson began a casual conversation, primarily initiated by Ferguson''s inquiries about Aldrich''s recent endeavors.


    As Ferguson sought to understand Aldrich''s series of audacious actions since taking charge of the club, he appeared eager to discern the character of this stranger he was meeting for the first time.


    Deep down, Ferguson harbored disdain for Aldrich, having formed a poor first impression.


    No manager wishes to be caught off guard during a press conference with the announcement of a new owner��particrly one who appears suddenly, disrupting the status quo and forcing a coaching staff to resign in the process, which is a tant affront to established norms.


    Curiosity about Aldrich did linger for Ferguson; had it merely been the disintegration of Millwall''s recently fallen squad, he might have simply ridiculed Aldrich to those around him, regardless of whether his son acted as an intermediary for the introduction.


    However, the tumultuous transfer market activity surrounding Millwall over the past month had generated considerable intrigue, and while Ferguson traditionally paid little attention to Millwall''s affairs, he had noticed somethingpelling in the news.


    Millwall''s summer recruitment, primarily focused on youth, had drawn his attention; even the average age of the new recruits was likely below a certain threshold. Yet, astutely discerning, Ferguson recognized that Aldrich was, in fact, assembling a new team!


    Regardless of the yers'' abilities or prestige, the manner of their positioning collectively suggested the solid foundation of a cohesive unit.


    Though Ferguson could not quite grasp all the nuances��many yers'' roles on the pitch remained undefined, especially since several were virtually unknown in English football, emerging seemingly from obscurity.


    After all, the flow of information during that timegged far behind what would emerge in the years toe.


    Throughout his conversation with Ferguson, Aldrich exhibited neither pretense nor excessive caution; he expressed himself frankly and openly, revealing no reservations.


    He even candidly admitted that his unexpected appearance at the press conference was intended to create difort for the team''s coaches, prompting them to submit their resignations.


    This was neither a show of intimidation nor a means of scaring others; instead, Aldrich simply required control over the team and understood the necessity of starting anew in order to establish a squad he could effectively manage.


    As their dialogue progressed, Ferguson gradually set aside his prior misgivings about Aldrich. The other''s role as both club owner and head coach, without resorting to draconian measures, undoubtedly posed considerable challenges.


    It was not until twilight approached that Ferguson inquired about Aldrich''s purpose for visiting.


    After talking with Ferguson for over an hour, Aldrich finally managed to express his intentions with a wry smile.


    "My squad is somewhat deficient at the moment, hence I wish to borrow yers from Manchester United."


    Ferguson scrutinized Aldrich with a peculiar expression, rejoining, "Why borrow rather than buy?"


    The underlying implication was unmistakable.


    Having already splurged over ten million pounds, surely there must be yers he was interested in acquiring; why the hesitation in disbursing further funds?


    Aldrich scratched his head and replied wryly, "To be candid, I have my sights set on many yers, truly, but I simply cannot afford them, and those I covet likely will note to me. Many of the yers I currently have are rtive unknowns, and even the notable ones are not mainstream stars from the top leagues."


    Ferguson nodded, internally acknowledging that this young man was indeed rational and not the sort to unt wealth, believing it wouldpel everyone to sumb to him.


    "Which yers are you interested in? Perhaps I might actually be able to sell them to you."


    At this, Aldrich was taken aback, then turned to behold the seemingly harmlessly grinning Scottish gentleman,prehending with a wry smile that he was being jested with!


    "Well, let''s see�� the Neville brothers, Scholes, Giggs, Beckham, and Nicky Butt�� those few. Set the price; as long as it''s under five million pounds, I''m interested."


    What began as a jest was met with Ferguson''s sudden gravitas.


    The record for transfer fees in Ennd was only 3.75 million pounds; yet here was Aldrich considering offering five million for these yers?


    "Are you suggesting a packaged deal for five million?"


    "They''re hardly bargainmodities. Each yer at five million pounds. If you''re willing to part with them, I''d go to great lengths to acquire them; how about it? Even if it can''t all be arranged at once, surely one or two can be managed? It would set a new transfer record."


    After uttering these words, Aldrich''s face brightened, keenly watching Ferguson''s reaction as he yed his cards deftly!


    Ferguson chewed thoughtfully, then suddenly sighed, "Which one do you wish to borrow?"


    Aldrich had not anticipated the elder''s cunning maneuver, directly diverting the topic.


    "Beckham."


    Ferguson mulled it over before asking, "What about ying time?"


    "At least twenty matches."


    "And the loan fee?"


    "Millwall will handle the yer''s sry during the loan; nothing else."


    After another bout of contemtion, Ferguson raised his head and stated, "I could offer you another yer as well, along with twenty matches of ying time; what do you think?"


    Aldrich frowned slightly; the elder was not only clever but was seemingly attempting to manipte the situation to his advantage.


    He was essentially offering his yers free development while treating him like a professional service provider.


    "Who?"


    "Phil Neville."


    Though Phil Neville, like Beckham, had risen to Manchester United''s first team that summer, he too faced the same fate; unless loaned out, he would likelynguish on the bench this season.


    Phil Neville, a defender capable of ying both as a full-back and a defensive midfielder, found himself in a particrly scarce position within Aldrich''s lineup, particrly in the midfield where he possessed Mark Mak��l��l�� and Patrick Vieira, along with 17-year-old Gattuso. These were burgeoning talents in need of ample game time; even at the risk of defeat, Aldrich would prefer to allow them the opportunity to develop.


    Aldrich candidly remarked, "Mr. Ferguson, I can only say that if Manchester United were to loan Phil Neville to my team, next season he would exclusively y as a full-back."


    Aldrich was unaware of Ferguson''s specific development ns for Phil Neville; he merely articted his position, allowing Ferguson to make the call.


    "Very well. It''s gettingte; let''s stay and share a dinner."


    Ferguson rose to stretch, then invited Aldrich and Andrew to remain for a simple evening meal at his home.


    The following day, Millwall officially announced the conclusion of the summer transfer window and informed that the team wouldmence preparation for the uing season on July 21st.

 Chapter 12: What’s there to be happy about?!

    <h4>Chapter 12: What��s there to be happy about?!</h4>


    Before the training camp at Club 21 began, Aldrich weed Jensen and his party of thirteen new coaches, who had traveled from the Nethends to London. They were set to join Millwall Football Club.


    Aldrich took the group on a tour of the club and then established the new coaching staff. There were two new youth coaches, two reserve team coaches, and the remaining nine included Jensen as Aldrich''s assistant. Four were retained for the first team, while another four formed a scouting team.


    This scouting team was dedicated to observing league opponents and studying the uing challenger, including the opponent''s yer conditions and tactical strengths and weaknesses. At least three days prior to a match, Aldrich needed to receive a detailed report.


    After settling the coaching staff, Aldrich went to a converted hotel not far from the training ground, apanied by Adam and other club staff.


    The hotel had been purchased in the name of the club and was no longer open to the public. The interior was minimalist but equipped with all the facilities Aldrich specifically requested. The club''s new medical department and restaurant were located within the hotel.


    Even in ''94, it was hard to imagine the neglect of medical care in English football. Many traditional strong clubs had team doctors, or what were referred to as athletic trainers, as a reward for long-term service to the club.


    Who as a fan could imagine that a groundskeeper, after aging, would be a "team doctor" for a top club?


    This was naturally connected to the conservative nature of football clubs.


    Later, a decade-spent yer at Liverpool, Redknapp, was discarded by the team simply because he could not endure the "quack doctor" and chose to seek medical treatment elsewhere. Such actions were deemed "heretical" for traditional English football clubs, leading to the departure of a ten-year veteran.


    Aldrich inherently rejected the conservatism of English clubs and had no intention of embracing outdated traditions. He needed the most advanced and professional medical department to ensure the health of yers worth millions now and in the future!


    Handing yers valued at hundreds of thousands to those who couldn''t even be considered mediocre doctors was utterly iprehensible, yet this remained amonce phenomenon in English football.


    After inspecting the hotel, Aldrich kept Adam behind to discuss future team development. Although anything said before results felt futile, he needed to give Adam a heads-up.


    "I''ve looked into the development of the postponed new stadium, and I have an idea. Since that stadium isn''t taking shape yet, why not convert it into a new training base? The new stadium can be looked for elsewhere, and it should amodate at least fifty thousand with surrounding areas capable of drivingmercial development..."


    Aldrich''s words left Adam at a loss. Finally, he could only reluctantly reply to the young owner, "Sir, I''ve prepared a financial budget. To be honest, if we don''t undertake any unnned constructions, just maintaining the current operation of the team, we''llst at most two years. Right now, the team''s funds can only sustain operations for two years, and even if we get promoted to the Premier League after two years, we would still be unable to continue unless the Hall family injects further funding."


    Upon hearing this, Aldrich pondered silently. He was indeed anxious.


    The team''s current wage levels were already on par with top Premier League teams.


    While some in the Premier League earned weekly sries of over ten thousand, many yers only made a few thousand, with most earning not even a thousand. Overall, Aldrich''s first team yers, along with the dozen or so who remained in the reserves, likely ranked among the top ten in sry burdens within Ennd, while Millwall''s ability to generate profit was far less than even one-tenth of Manchester United''s.


    Relying solely on ticket sales, the modest stadium likely made less than three million pounds per year. As for merchandise sales, the channels were insufficient to make a significant profit, confined to East London.


    Television broadcasting rights and match bonuses were meager, even in League One.


    So Aldrich had only one option remaining.


    Unlike what he had told Bat before about a three to five-year n, he had only one year. If they couldn''t get promoted next season, he would not only lose top yers like Mak��l��l��, Thuram, Larsson, and Nedv��d without any return but would also have no funds left for aeback.


    Aldrich ultimately refrained from discussing future ns further with Adam, as continuing would seem unrealistic. Everything would have to wait until this time next year.


    Recently, Andrew had been busy. He had left Millwall to focus on his job as an agent, signing numerous yers, many of whom were new to Millwall. As an agent, he had be adept at this line of work, not only profiting from yer transfer fees and sry cuts but also providing legal responsibilities, financial advice, living arrangements, and future nning for the yers.


    These yers were not yet well-known in Ennd; even Southgate was merely a standard yer. Andrew, alongside his staff, kept busy in East London, aided by the Hall family''s investments, making dealings with real estate developers much more convenient. He foundfortable apartments for the new yers, arranged trantors for those who didn''t speak English, and would even assist with escort arrangements, should the yers ask, after providing some advisories.


    With Andrew''s meticulous assistance, many young yers, who had started to earn "big money," began to appreciate the advantages of having an agent.


    The World Cup had just concluded, but Larsson did not report back to the team as per Aldrich''s extended holiday arrangements. On the 21st, this yer, admired by younger teammates, showed up at the training ground.


    Aldrich''s team could be considered newly formed, but no one felt lonely. The German yers included Butt, Schneider, Back, and from the Nethends, there were Van Nistelrooy and Larsson, who had transferred from Eredivisie. The young Italian yers would also not feel isted, while Nedv��d from Eastern Europe might have difficulty integrating. However, as a national team member and a person with a gentle disposition, he found several yers surrounding him.


    Aldrich, along with his coaching staff, walked toward the training ground, dressed in the club''s traditional dark blue tracksuits.


    Beside him, Andrew was in a suit. He was only here to finalize some administrative tasks with Aldrich, arranging a few trantors to help non-English-speaking yers get limated to the team environment.


    "Is everything smooth over at the FA?"


    "Yes, Pavel is already a national team member, and there''s no need to enlist a veteran as a go-between. Submitting the documents along with a hundred thousand pounds, everything is set. Don''t worry, there''s not a single trace left. As long as Pavel performs well, no one will dig into past cases."


    Andrew whispered in Aldrich''s ear.


    Aldrich felt relief. Nedv��d didn''t have an EU passport, so obtaining a work permit for transferring to Ennd was required. Despite being a national team member, his appearance record clearly didn''t meet standards. However, the 75% appearance requirement wasn''t rigid and had significant leeway. Plus, countless unspoken "ck gold" pervaded English football. As Aldrich submitted documents to the FA, he had Andrew work discreetly alongside him, making the process smooth sailing.


    If Nedv��d had been a youth yer, even abundant as the "ck gold" might be, transferring would have been difficult. But as a national team member with great potential, even after Czechoslovakia''s dissolution two years ago, Aldrich believed that Andrew''s hundred thousand pounds in "ck gold" yed a crucial role. Millwall, being a small club, had a noticeably negative reputation in the English football scene, providing no attraction whatsoever on the field.


    Naturally, people paid little attention to the yers being brought in.


    Before entering the training ground, Andrew gave a few instructions to the trantors and waved goodbye to Aldrich.


    As Aldrich approached, leading a group of coaches, the yers on the training field automatically formed two lines. Many of them were merely 17 or 18 years old, filled with hope for the future, yet they had no arrogance. Before the young head coach and owner, they all showed respect.


    Like a gang leader inspecting his crew, Aldrich strolled from the left to the right of the two lines of yers, making eye contact with each one of their calm expressions and nodding gently.


    Afterpleting the circuit, Aldrich faced the yers directly and spoke softly,


    "Millwall has a history of 109 years:


    Champions of the top division in Ennd: zero.


    Ennd League Cup: zero.


    FA Cup: zero.


    And we have never participated in any of the three major European cuppetitions.


    Congrattions, you have arrived at a long-established club with zero championships!"


    Aldrich''s words were light and slow, but thest sentence was delivered with solemnity. He intentionally used the simplest English phrasing so that even yers new to thenguage could understand.


    Among the 26 first team members, only Beckham and Phil Neville seemed disengaged. Their loan here was for experience, and they inherently held disdain for a century-old club without a trophy and a tarnished reputation.


    However, the expressions of the other 24 yers varied, as the younger yers exchanged looks, as if they finally realized the nature of Millwall as a club.


    Aldrich suddenly extended his arms seriously and asked, "Aren''t you all happy?"


    The yers were dumbfounded.


    What''s there to be happy about?!

 Chapter 13: You are all future superstars!

    <h4>Chapter 13: You are all future superstars!</h4>


    The expressions on the yers'' faces were remarkable!


    Shock, suspicion, worry, daze, confusion...


    It seemed that a shadow had descended upon the hearts of all the yers.


    What was there to celebrate in a club that had a century of honor nk? What joy could there possibly be?


    Aldrich''s gaze swept across the yers before him, and a charming smile broke out on his handsome face.


    He shrugged andughed, "Actually, when I first took over this club, I probably looked just like you all do now. I wanted to question my family, why didn''t they buy the damn Manchester United? Why not the European kings of Ennd, Liverpool? Why wasn''t I standing on the grass of Highbury? Why? Yes, why? Maybe you all think the same, that you should have joined Juventus, Real Madrid, AC Mn, or Roma and Lazio. Just ten minutes of rxing in the bath, and I figured it out."


    At this point, Aldrich paused, and even Beckham and Phil Neville, who had been indifferent, were now staring wide-eyed, focused intently on him.


    All 26 yers were eager to know what Aldrich hade to understand.


    Aldrich''s smile faded, and he said seriously, "If I were the coach of Manchester United, Liverpool, or Arsenal, I think that even if I won the Premier League or Champions League next season, so what? People would still talk about the legendary Busby, reminisce about Shankly''s Reds, and who among the contemporaries would dare to im the contributions of Chapman? When I be a championship coach, I cannot boast or gloat, or else someone would surely pat my shoulder and sneer: ''Aldrich, what have you aplished? In the past, Manchester United rebuilt their dynasty after the Munich disaster; in those years, Paisley led Liverpool to nearly ten trophies in nine years and climbed to the pinnacle of Europe three times. Even Arsenal, under Graham these years, is worthy ofmendation, but you, Aldrich, what do you have to be proud of? Haha, if we are among the giants, it is so tragic; we can never surpass our predecessors, our miracles and glories are diluted by the past. So, I want to congratte you on being part of a century-old club without a crown; this is the most suitable ce for us to create miracles and our own legend together!"


    Looking at Aldrich, who raised his head with fighting spirit, the yers exchanged nces, as if a burning me had ignited in each of their eyes.


    Who wouldn''t want their own legend?


    Aldrich continued with conviction, "Coming to Millwall was the right choice for you. If I were as talented as you, I wouldn''t beg to join a giant; what''s the use of going there? To grovel and y nice? To sit on a cold bench? To struggle alone when my teammates'' spirits have already waned during garbage time? Then, at the end of the season, to look like a clown in the corner watching the key yers lift the championship trophy? What does it mean to have such a championship? A charity championship, a borrowed championship? I don''t want any of that! I want to earn the trophies myself, and then proudly unt my medals!"


    At this point, the 26 yers resonated with him, many nodding their heads unconsciously!


    Aldrich suddenly smiled, his demeanor turning rxed as he paced in front of the yers, saying casually, "The outside world mocks me for spending over ten million pounds to buy a circus, haha, I don''t mind, not at all, because soon, your performances on the field will tell the world that you are the best yers, no, stars, superstars! Forget about Maradona, tini, Matth?us, Zico, Van Basten; for the next ten years, twenty years, in European and world football, you will be the main characters! You will be the household names, the heroes of the green field, even surrounded by beautiful women, maybe more than one. Later on, you will be legends that people will talk about with relish. Of course, I might not always be right, but I think among you more than twenty, at least a dozen should seed; after all, talent is rare, and those who are eliminated can only look back with regret decadester in front of the mirror. But don''t me anyone else; who made those failures squander their gifted talents? Ny-nine percent of effort can be achieved by many, but too many hardworking individualsck the one percent of talent that you have. So, if you fail to leave a glorious mark on the pitch due to idleness, that''s really a pity. Oh, no, there''s nothing to be sorry about; those who give up andck ambition are worth less than dog poop."


    This speech astonished more than twenty yers.


    They could not have imagined Aldrich would hold them in such high regard. Perhaps yers like Nedved and Larsson in their twenties wouldn''t be swayed by Aldrich''s grand words, but the other seventeen or eighteen-year-old yers, still clutching dreams, were naturally excited and eager to start training right away, kicking their way to the World Cup final...


    "From now on, you can call me boss, Gareth."


    When Aldrich called out to Southgate, he immediately responded loudly, "Boss, what''s up?"


    Aldrich tossed the captain''s armband to him. Southgate was momentarily stunned, only to hear Aldrich say, "Gareth is the team captain, Henrik."


    Larsson asked, puzzled, "Boss?"


    Aldrich pointed at him and said, "Henrik is the vice-captain. And Pavel, you are the third captain."


    Nedved appeared somewhat surprised but nodded earnestly.


    Aldrich''s expression suddenly became serious as he said somberly, "My requirements for the team are very simple: first, discipline, second, unity. There are no privileged yers within the team��none now, nor ever. No matter what difficulties you encounter on or off the field, you cane to me. One thing you need to remember is that any issues within the team can only be resolved internally. ying football is your career; it requires not only your technical ability but also your professionalism and attitude. Understand?"


    All the yers responded in unison, "Understood!"


    Aldrich turned to the coaches behind him and waved, then introduced them to the yers, saying, "Let me introduce the coaching staff. This is Jansen Bernard, my assistant coach. These four are Babou, Craig, Tollop, and Leo, first-team coaches. You''ll get to know the other coaches in different training sessionster. Don''t underestimate them just because they look young; I can assure you, theye from Ajax and have been coaching there for four years or even longer. They will train you to be top stars in the world; don''t doubt that."


    Upon hearing that these young coaches all came from Ajax, the 26 yers felt a sense of reverence. No matter how one looked at it, Ajax''s training standard was top-notch in Europe.


    Once the introductions were over, Aldrich gave the order, and the team began training, starting with a collective slow jog around the field as a warm-up, while he stood aside watching the yers'' performance.


    Taking the lead were the three captains; the other yers dared not ck off, and all 26 ran around the field in an orderly manner.


    The young Back felt as if he was walking on air and whispered to Schneider, who was slightly shorter beside him, "Hey, I''m afraid I''ll never forget today."


    Schneider made a face and replied, "I didn''t even know I had the talent to be a top star."


    He was already 21 years old and had previously yed for a German second division team.


    For them, this first formal encounter with Aldrich on the training ground would be an unforgettable memory.


    Aldrich naturally inspired them but also knew a reality that would inevitablye to pass.


    Ennd could not keep these yers!


    Even though in the 70s, after Spurs won the UEFA Cup, Europe entered an era of English dominance, with Liverpool, Nottingham Forest, and Aston Vi collectively reaching the pinnacle of Europe seven times, not to mention other cup victories, the tragedy of the Heysel disaster five yearster dealt a heavy blow to English football. After the ban was lifted in 1991, Liverpool returned to the Champions League but couldn''t even survive the qualifying rounds. Moreover, the Taylor Reportpelled English football clubs to cut investment in the transfer market to renovate stadiums, greatly diminishing theirpetitiveness.


    In the years when English clubs were missing out on the three major European cups, Serie A rose to prominence, gradually bing the undisputed top league in Europe. This was the same era in which the cohort of yers under Aldrich was growing, and for many ambitious yers among them, Serie A was the ultimate league they dreamed of, rather than theckluster English league. Even the allure of the Premier League was insufficient.


    Take Nedved, for example; if it weren''t for hisck of an EU passport and Italy''s restrictions on non-EU yer transfers, he probably wouldn''t have considered joining Aldrich''s team. Even in the time Aldrich once experienced, Nedved took the risk of using a fake passport to enter Serie A, which was regarded as the highest stage gathered with masters during their time.


    Standing on the sidelines, Aldrich was teased by Jansen, "I didn''t know your words could be so persuasive."


    Aldrich replied without flinching, "I''m speaking the truth, a great truth!"


    After Jansen smiled, he suddenly became serious and said, "Next season won''t be easy; the Premier League has announced that the super league will only have one spot next season. This means there will be four teams relegating from the Premier League, while there are only two promotion spots from League One, making thepetition fiercer than before."


    Recalling this, Aldrich felt a bit unlucky��it could be said he was out of luck.


    Since the Premier League was established in 1992, there had been ns to reduce the number of teams from 22 to 18, but of all times, it would be implemented next season, which Aldrich happened to catch the tail end of.


    This made next season''s League Onepetition extremely fierce. When Aldrich roughly analyzed the uingpetition yesterday, he found quite a few formidable opponents.


    The three teams relegated from the Premier Leaguest season: Sheffield United, Oldham, and Swindon.


    Among them, Swindon''s embarrassing record of conceding over a hundred goalsst season would likely hinder theirpetitiveness in League One, while the other two should not be underestimated.


    Additionally, there were several teams in League One with promotion aspirations: Middlesbrough, Reading, Bolton, Wolverhampton, Derby, Watford, and so on.


    And with only two promotion spots next season, breaking through thepetition wouldn''t be easy.

 Chapter 14: Warm-up Match to Find the Rhythm

    <h4>Chapter 14: Warm-up Match to Find the Rhythm</h4>


    Millwall''s preseason training kicked off, with Aldrich almost present at the training ground every day, personally overseeing the yers in various training drills. During breaks, he would instill tactical ideas into the yers and even discuss individual positions and technical developments with each yer. He didn''t require a trantor for these discussions; over the past eight years, aside from taking football training courses, he had learned the mainnguages used in Europe. Although he wasn''t fluent, hismunication with the yers was more than sufficient.


    The young yers here all possessed extraordinary talent, and Aldrich''s guidance simply helped them avoid unnecessary detours. For instance, Vieira, at just 18, still thought of himself as a traditional center forward, while Makelele also began to actively transform into a defensive midfielder.


    Aldrich was patient and used the effectiveness of the training process to validate his transformation of the yers. Perhaps it was simply his sincere dedication to spending every day with the yers that touched them. In a short period, Aldrich built a good rtionship with the yers, which served as a strong foundation.


    In every training session, Aldrich would include a short 15-minute scrimmage.


    During these 15 minutes, there were no winners or losers; the match would directly lead to a penalty shootout.


    This left many yers feeling "dissatisfied."


    After each scrimmage, yers would eagerly request Aldrich: "Can we y for another half an hour? How about 15 minutes? Even just 10 minutes would be great!"


    Who could truly feel satisfied with just 15 minutes of y?


    Even for an ordinary person, 15 minutes wouldn''t feel like enough time.


    This brief scrimmage was intended to maintain the yers'' hunger for the game. If training left them exhausted and disinterested, the excitement for official matches would significantly diminish. Football training also requires building anticipation; during training, you suppress the yers'' desire to y, and then let thempletely unleash that energy on the pitch!


    So, when yers requested to extend the scrimmage, Aldrich would always shake his head with a smile, then, together with the other coaches, he would collect the balls from around the training ground. Although there were dedicated workers for the club''s training facilities, Aldrich would still take on these misceneous tasks whenever he had the time. This fostered a harmonious atmosphere within the club.


    With just two weeks left until the start of the English League One, the club arranged three friendly matches to warm up, facing Birmingham, Oxford United, and Peterborough United.


    These three teams were all relegated to League Twost season, and Aldrich sought out these weaker teams to instill confidence in the youngsters.


    On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the stands at the Den were packed, probably due to the stadium''s limited capacity of under twenty thousand, filled entirely with Millwall fans.


    In this setting, Aldrich faced off against the first opponent in the friendly match, Birmingham.


    He arrived early, walking out of the tunnel with his coaching staff and taking a seat on the home team''s bench.


    For this warm-up match, the tactical deployment had already beenmunicated the day before, and the lineup was finalized��considered Aldrich''s stable choices for the season.


    Goalkeeper: Cassily-Keller.


    Defenders: Thuram, Stam, Southgate, Lucas-Neill.


    Midfielders: Schneider, Makelele, Nedved, Pires.


    Forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet.


    The most surprising aspect of the starting lineup was the presence of 17-year-old Trezeguet instead of 21-year-old Solskj?r.


    There were six forwards on the team, the youngest being Trezeguet and the oldest Larsson, followed by Solskj?r and Kevin-Phillips.


    Solskj?r had earned the respect of the coaches and yers since the first day of training, and he was even jokingly referred to as Millwall''s next Shearer.


    However, Aldrich could only endure the pain of making a choice due to such joyful troubles. Solskj?r''s technical characteristics ovepped somewhat with Larsson''s, and in the English game, Aldrich needed a forward who could establish a strong presence in the penalty area. Initially, Aldrich had ced his hopes on the "King of the Small Box," but Van Nistelrooy''s performance in training had left him feeling somewhat disappointed. Many yers needed time to "find their rhythm," yet it seemed that both Lucatoni and Van Nistelrooy had not yet found theirs.


    However, the 17-year-old Trezeguet, with his strong and fearless physique, showcased an impressive impact during training, likely due to his early entry into professional football in Argentina.


    Aldrich sat on the coaching bench chatting casually with Jansen. Jansen had seen and trained alongside stars at Ajax, and he expressed that the current Millwall squad filled him with hope, although he regretfully mentioned they were still distant from the talents of stars like Overmars, Seedorf, and Kluivert, who were currently shining in Ajax''s first team.


    Listening to Jansen, Aldrich reflected and found it hard to argue against his point.


    Truthfully, the stars under Aldrich couldn''tpete with the shining new talents from Ajax from a technical standpoint; Overmars'' seamlessbination of skills and speed was simply dazzling.


    Aldrich shook his head with a wry smile; perhaps it was the ambiance and distinctive traits of the English league that influenced him. He had indeed deliberately shunned the acquisition of those mboyant, skillful yers, as he secretly dreaded which masterful star the English stage had ultimately destroyed.


    However, concerning the intensity of physical collisions, the demands were no less than that of Italy. The fierce defenses and intense physical y in Serie A were akin to steel shes; the only difference was that the tactical quality in Enndgged behind, appearing rough. But ultimately, the basic physical confrontations in football were equally fierce everywhere.


    As Aldrich and Jansen chatted, Aldrich suddenly stood up from the bench; he noticed a peculiar atmosphere in the stands.


    In his memory, the Den was always loud and boisterous, echoing with chants filled with coarsenguage directed at opponents, never a moment of calm.


    But today, he sensed an unusual tranquility.


    Standing at the sidelines, he scanned the stadium and saw that the fans were quietly seated. Although some raised scarves emzoned with Aldrich''s name to support the new head coach and owner, the majority of the fans were simply enjoying the football. In previous years, fans were easily swayed by their environment, but in recent years, the English football authorities had effectively curbed football hooliganism, especially in the Premier League and League One. As a focus of this crackdown, only the most extreme fan groups, like the Bushwackers, remained active within Millwall.


    It was likely due to Aldrich''s appearance along the sidelines that a smattering of apuse began and soon grew into a sustained cheer.


    From the southeast stand, the Millwall team song began to resonate: "No one likes us, we don''t care!"


    After taking in the apuse, Aldrich sat back down, knowing that most fans still supported him, though many had a watchful attitude, especially since Aldrich had directly dismantled the stable team lineup they had seen in recent years.


    Soon, the yers emerged from the tunnel. This was merely a routine friendly match; there was no television broadcast, and the club''s announcer called out the yers'' names one by one beside the yers'' tunnel.


    As each name echoed throughout the stadium, cheers and apuse erupted from the stands.


    They were indifferent to each yer''s age or previous clubs; as long as they wore Millwall''s colors and fought for victory, that was enough. Support until the end!


    Aldrich walked over to shake hands with Birmingham''s coach out of courtesy, but made little small talk, thinking in his heart: it''s best not to see him again!


    Birmingham would be ying in League Two next season, and unless it was a cup match, Aldrich certainly did not wish to meet their coach again.


    The match quicklymenced, and Aldrich sat on the bench, quietly observing the game, almost entering a meditative state for a long time without moving.


    Other coaches also watched the match but showed anxious expressions.


    Millwall''s lineup had an average age in their early twenties, while Birmingham''s yers were seasoned veterans. From the start, Birmingham took the upper hand,unching wave after wave of simple long balls that put immense pressure on Millwall''s defense.


    After Birmingham''s attack concluded, Millwall''s counterattack didn''t fare well, with frequent mistakes, even Schneider and Pires, known for their technical finesse,mitting basic passing errors.


    The scene was very passive, and Jansen leaned in to Aldrich''s ear, asking, "Should we give them a reminder? They seem too tense."


    Without blinking, Aldrich replied calmly, "They haven''t found their rhythm yet. Look, it''s only been fifteen minutes, and Schneider is already gasping for air. He rushed in all too eagerly and is nearly exhausting himself. No worries, let them find their own feel for the game. It''s just a friendly match. Our defensive line has been surprisingly steady; that''s a good sign��if we can avoid conceding, that''s already a positive oue."


    Thebination of Stam and Southgate provided solid air defense, and although Stam asionally surged with overzealousness, Thuram, a converted fullback, and the defensively aware Southgate were there to cover him. The threats towards the backline remained mere false rms. Coupled with Makelele and Nedved''s high-level contributions in the middle, Aldrich felt no urgency to intervene.


    The warm-up match was aimed at helping them regain their match feel and adapt to the game tempo, with Aldrich''s primary duty being defense. As long as the defense showed no ws in tactics, he saw no reason to walk to the sidelines and put pressure on yers like Southgate, Thuram, or Nedved, who were performing steadily��it could lead them to mistakenly think the head coach was dissatisfied with them.

 Chapter 15: The young wild lion is about to set sail.

    <h4>Chapter 15: The young wild lion is about to set sail.</h4>


    If Aldrich''s team were to y at the Bernab��u, they would undoubtedly face a chorus of boos from the fans; however, at the Den, even in moments where the team seemed disadvantaged, a clearance, a tackle, or a collision��regardless of its legality��would evoke apuse from the Millwall supporters.


    Though British football hooligans are notoriously infamous, it is undeniable that the fervor of the fans here is unmatched globally.


    Fans do not apud based on whether their team''s ystyle is conservative or mboyant, nor do they abandon their spirited chants when the team falls behind. For them, loyalty��often spanning generations��is unwaveringly pledged to a singr club, irrespective of whether that club finds itself in the depths of despair or basking in glory. The fans who sing, "No one likes us, we don''t care!" embody this loyalty particrly well.


    The first half, far from engaging and at timesckluster, was nevertheless savored by Millwall''s fans, who cheered enthusiastically.


    yers such as Makelele, Thuram, Stam, and Nedved swiftly etched their images into the minds of the spectators, with fans on the stands even querying one another for their names.


    The reason is simple: this tough, tenacious persona��unafraid to engage in fierce confrontations with opponents��is precisely the representation that fans admire most!


    The English, at their core, perceive football as a man''s game; they seek blood, intensity, and unyieldingmitment!


    Should any yer shy away from contact or the battle for possession, it would leave the fans utterly disillusioned.


    As the first half concluded, Aldrich was the first to stride back down the yers'' tunnel, with the score at 0-0. Although Millwall was not merely trapped in defensive duty during the first half��they weremendably resolute��there was a distinctck of effective and fluid attack, particrly given Aldrich''s tactical directives that restrained all yers except the center-backs from aimless long balls.


    Despite being a friendly, Birmingham was evidently intent on instilling confidence by oveing a Third Division team, particrly one that had finished thirdst season, to ensure they could return to the Division with rising ambition.


    Yet they were disappointed to discover that Millwall''s defenseprised a cadre of formidable yers!


    Even the seventeen-year-old left-back, Lucas Neill, was fiercely tenacious, for he aspired to make a name for himself; the starting left-back position was his battleground against Zambrotta, and thus he was resolute in his efforts.


    As for the tower-like Stam, the ferociously aggressive Thuram, and the defensively astute Makelele,bined with the tireless Nedved, Birmingham''s perceived offensive onught in the first half tranted to a total of zero genuine scoring opportunities.


    In the locker room, Aldrich awaited his yers toe in and rest, maintaining a calm demeanor as he stated, "The first half wasmendable; for a friendly, my expectations are modest. Treat it like a training match��but let me reiterate, keep my tactical demands in mind: prioritize defense first. Lucas, in the second half, be mindful of reducing fouls in dangerous areas. You''re still young and need to umte defensive experience. Don''t fret about losing your position; Gareth will cover for you, but ensure you track back promptly once out of position."


    Upon hearing the coach mention his name, Lucas Neill felt a flutter of anxiety, fearing he might be substituted. Yet, upon receiving Aldrich''s counsel, he nodded vigorously to show his understanding.


    In terms of tactics, Aldrich saw little that required alteration; this squad had only been training together for ten days, so asking them to suddenly forge higher levels of cohesion and intuitive understanding was unrealistic. His current requirements were straightforward: maintain their positions, each yer responsible for their defensive tasks within assigned zones. With a stable defense as the foundation, the yers would naturally find their equilibrium and perform better.


    Had hemenced with excessive tasks��both defense and attack, alongside positional intery��he feared that chaos would ensue, affecting not just the yers but himself as well.


    This was the time to shape the team, focusing on establishing a solid foundation.


    After encouraging his yers during halftime, Aldrich pped his hands to signal them to return to the pitch for the second half, urging them to embrace the game without any burdens.


    With the second half underway, Aldrich remained seated on the bench, turning to Jansen to instruct, "Let Richards, Materazzi, Zambrotta, Vieira, Back, and Solskj?r warm up. Sub them in at the 60-minute mark. Oh, and Zambrotta will rece Thuram, allowing Lucas to remain on the field. Solskj?r will take over from Larsson��Henrik hasn''t gotten sufficient rest this preseason."


    Jansen nodded and went to call the substitutes, and soon a group of young yers darted onto the pitch to engage in warming up diligently.


    The atmosphere on the field remained dull, but Birmingham increasingly realized that Millwall''s defense was steadfast. Ten minutes into the second half, they abandoned efforts to construct ground-based prative y, opting instead for the simplest method of attack: long balls and aerial crosses.


    Aldrich felt tion as he watched the ball soar through the air; he genuinely needed a rival to enhance his team''s aerial defense through such traditional bombardments, an essential aspect of defensive work.


    Five minutester, Aldrich reced numerous substitute yers on the pitch, shaking hands with each departing yer and offering apliment with a pat on the shoulder.


    Meanwhile, Schneider and Pir��s, who remained on the field, exhibited a marked reduction in their initial tension, showcasing superior ball control. Technically, they excelled on the pitch, and during the second half, when Birmingham struggled to break through, Schneider and Pir��s frequently generated threats down the nks; several well-ced crosses almost bore fruit��had Trezeguet been in better form, he would likely have found the.


    As the final moments approached, Solskj?r attempted a long-range shot from just outside the box, skillfully evading an opponent''s defense, only to sadly strike the post, rebounding out of bounds.


    When the final whistle blew, the score remained 0-0.


    Though a rather uninspiring conclusion for a friendly match, it was underwhelming for Millwall, who, asst season''s Third Division victors, ought to have shown superiority against Birmingham, who had finished just above the relegation zone. Logically, this might warrant disappointment, particrly given their disadvantage in y; yet, the fans not only refrained from voicing discontent but instead apuded and departed in an orderly manner.


    In the subsequent two friendly matches, Millwall not only maintained stable performances but improved remarkably, leaving Aldrich delighted to discover that these yers indeed possessed the temperament for significant asions, exuding a maturity beyond their years. Each match showcased their consistent and ster disys.


    In the second match against Oxford United at the Den, Larsson scored a header following a cross from Schneider in the second half, granting Millwall a 1-0 victory. Although modest in scoreline, Aldrich was even more pleased with the resilience disyed by the backline, which allowed no chances to the opponents.


    In the final warm-up match against Oxford United, the team engaged in a refreshing counterattack grounded in firm defense, with both Trezeguet and the substituted Solskj?r finding the,plemented by a goal from Southgate off a corner. Ultimately, Millwall triumphed with a resounding 3-0 scoreline.


    Across the three friendly fixtures, Aldrich had achieved his fundamental objective: solidifying the defense��without conceding a single goal and minimizing the opposition''s scoring opportunities. While the rivals may not have been formidable, this bolstered the team''s confidence, creating an invaluable intangible reward.


    Only three days remained until themencement of the 1994-95 Division season, where Millwall would open at home against Shrewsbury Town.


    That afternoon, following training, Aldrich gathered the yers together and instructed them to don their official home match jerseys.


    On the sidelines, training staff arranged chairs on the pitch, and Aldrich summoned the first-team coaches to join him. They seated themselves in neat rows while the yers lined up behind them in two orderly rows, forming a fan-like shape based on height.


    Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, Aldrich sat in the center of the front row, his demeanor warm and slightly smiling, while the surrounding coaches wore rxed expressions. In contrast, the yers behind them exhibited serious countenances, as Adam signaled to the photographer to capture the best angles with the optimal light for the perfect shot.


    After the team''s "family portrait" for the 1994-95 season was taken, Aldrich changed into a smart suit and removed the chairs. With hands in pockets, he stood before the yers, exuding a somewhat aloof demeanor, reminiscent of a young mob boss. The photographer climbed atop the chair to capture the striking image of the proud first-team yers alongside their coach from a slightly elevated perspective.


    Once the photographs were developed, Aldrich instructed the staff to disy the family portrait in the club''s corridor while the striking, cool image of the first team with their coach would be erged for promotional purposes.


    As Millwall fans eagerly anticipated the onset of the new season, they were unexpectedly greeted with posters promoting the new squad outside the club. Each fan who nced upon them couldn''t help but exim: "What a young team this is!"


    From the head coach to the yers, Millwall had undergone a remarkable transformation in less than three months, and while the future remained uncertain, the present appeared undeniably vibrant.

 Chapter 16: Misunderstand

    <h4>Chapter 16: Misunderstand</h4>


    The British media might well be regarded as the most unreliable in all of Europe, if not the entire world, fabricating sensational news to capture attention and prying into the depths of personal privacy with ease.


    What status does football hold in the UK? Which sport reigns supreme in poprity?


    First is football.


    Second is football.


    Third is football.


    Thus, football is intricately entwined with the media; we can assert that the media has the power to forge a glorious team. For instance, the era of the Busby Babes at Manchester United coincided with the advent of football broadcasting into countless British homes,ying a foundational fanbase for Manchester United. Had different teams dominated during that time, thendscape of English football today would undoubtedly be starkly different.


    Aldrich is acutely aware of the media''s influence and rationally understands the necessity of leveraging media support to promote Millwall. Consequently, he recognizes that elevating the team''s profile is paramount.


    On the eve of the League One season opener, Millwall''s officials convened a press conference, during which Aldrich hoped to provide the team with an opportunity to make a striking appearance, thereby enhancing their visibility.


    However, Aldrich could not help but feel a bitter smile creeping across his face as he surveyed the press conference''s sparse attendance.


    Major British newspapers, including The Times, The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph, and The Sun, had not dispatched a single reporter to cover the event.


    In Britain, there are no prominent specialized sports publications; most outlets are general newspapers with a sports section. Consequently, not every urrence within the football sphere garners attention; only news that captures eyeballs draws the paparazzi''s interest.


    Regrettably, Millwall''s first teamcked appeal for these journalists, save for the noteworthy mention of Southgate''s defection from Crystal Pce, which had already been sensationalized for over a week and thus lost its novelty.


    Previously, Aldrich had stirred the Millwall club into a frenzy, even making headlines in major newspapers, especially during the transfer window. Yet, as time marched on, the spotlight on Aldrich waned, unless he performed something extraordinary once more.


    The press conference was attended by scarcely a dozen reporters, appearing much like Aldrich himself��young and seemingly scavenging for stories, hoping to stumble upon something worthwhile at Millwall.


    Aldrich particrly inquired about the reporters present. Though there were representatives from The Sun, The Mirror, and The Daily Mail, they were all interns, sitting ufortably like obedient children. Eventually, it was the seasoned colleagues who posed questions to Aldrich.


    "What are Millwall''s objectives for the uing season? You have invested over ten million pounds in the transfer market, making your club the biggest spender in Ennd this summer."


    With a serious demeanor, Aldrich responded, "We are a youthful team, and many yers still requirepetitive experience to flourish. Thus, our objective for the uing season is quite practical: to remain in League One."


    The handful of reporters exchanged puzzled nces, one incredulously retorting, "Millwall has spent over ten million pounds just to avoid relegation? If so, why offload so many key yers? They achieved third ce in League Onest season!"


    "It''s quite simple: the previous squadcked the potential for growth. That team could merely survive in League One year after year, but my current team has the capacity to stay afloat this year, mature next year, and perhaps challenge for promotion to the Premier League thereafter. I envision that, in three years, the average age of my squad will not surpass 24 years."


    Aldrich''s face beamed with enthusiasm.


    Internally, he hoped for a greater media presence to propagate his "relegation avoidance" narrative, reaching the ears of hispetitors in League One, thereby feigning weakness to lull his opponents intocency.


    The reporters exhibited increasing disinterest; although Millwall had caused a stir in the summer transfer market, their manager''s sole ambition was merely survival��hardly a riveting story, at best a source of mild amusement.


    The starkly quiet press conference evoked a twinge of sympathy among the journalists, prompting one of them to half-heartedly suggest, "Could you please share your thoughts on the forwards Ole Gunnar Solskj?r, David Trezeguet, and Henrik Larsson?"


    Aldrich engaged with these reporters, fielding their questions with ease; eventually, they ceased to inquire about any matters regarding Millwall and instead grew more fascinated by Aldrich himself.


    Given Aldrich''s background as a wealthy scion, there was an element of legendary allure associated with him.


    He had traversed Europe, aspiring to be a football coach, and his youth and charm only added to his mystique...


    Aldrich answered every question posed, bantering with the interns. As for the articles that might follow, he scarcely cared; what he sought was recognition, for his renown would in turn benefit Millwall. So long as no vile defamation led to legal entanglements, he was indifferent to spective insinuations masked as journalism.


    True to form, the following day, those tabloids featured Aldrich prominently, providing more coverage of his personal details than of Millwall itself, albeit subtly insinuating that he treated the football club as a mere toy...


    On August 12th, at 3 PM, the den of lions was packed to capacity, with Millwall''s team anthem echoing throughout the intimate stadium.


    Millwall, fighting at home, stood poised in their dressing room, ready for battle.


    The tactical board in the locker room remained nk as Aldrich, dressed in a sleek suit with buttons undone, stood with his hands in his pockets, observing the spirited yers who awaited his final pre-match instructions.


    Today, however, Aldrich had refrained from discussing any game-rted topics; he simply inquired about the yers'' physical condition.


    "I have reiterated countless strategies in training. Now, I see no point in excessive repetition. Simply perform at the level you have demonstrated during practice, adhere to the tactical requirements, and maintain your focus and determination��that will suffice. But before wemence, there is something I wish to articte."


    Aldrich''s gaze swept across each yer''s face as he intently dered, "I believe in you all, even if it means putting my life in your hands. Ask me a hundred times, and I will respond a hundred times: you are the best! However, like me, you and this club, with over a century of history, possess nothing! As you exit this room and step onto the pitch, you embark on your journey here. I hope you share my sentiments as we face the moments ahead. You must, you must leave your mark here. Do note and go in obscurity; fight for Millwall, for yourselves, inscribe your names into the annals of victory, and ensure your presence is forever etched in the glorious history of this magnificent sport. I steadfastly believe in you��all of you are the finest, despite the vast room for improvement that remains. As long as we persist, I genuinely believe we will ovee all obstacles that stand in our path to ascend the pinnacles of Europe and the world. Let us unite to realize such dreams. Go for it!"


    Once Aldrich concluded, he turned and flung open the locker room door, leading the way onto the field, while behind him, the youthful team members echoed in unison, "Let''s go!"


    The yers of Millwall emerged, spirits high and reminiscent of unleashed lions, as Aldrich stepped briskly to the entrance of the yer tunnel where the officiating crew stood ready, while the opposition, Shrewsbury Town, lined up in anticipation.


    The Shrewsbury yers fixed their gaze firmly upon Aldrich.


    Curiosity lingered in their eyes, assessing what this young, affluent figure was capable of, with some disying derisive smirks, almost foreseeing Aldrich''s impending failure.


    Aldrich halted abruptly at the tunnel''s exit, closing his eyes to take a deep breath.


    Time appeared to slow, and the slightest sounds elongated into a symphony, crystal clear in his ears.


    The rhythmic thud, the whoosh of breath.


    He felt the weight of his own heavy yet steady breath, the slow, powerful beat of his heart, and then the electrifying anthem of the team began to resonate in his ears. Keeping his eyes shut, he felt as if he were in the stands, with Millwall''s fans raising their scarves and singing in unison...


    Aldrich exhaled deeply, repressing his anxiety; this was a sensation he had never encountered��an invisible weight pressing down on his shoulders, rendering him momentarily breathless.


    He understood that stepping out of this tunnel would lead him into the authentic arena of professional sports, where the support of the crowd would instill in him an overwhelming sense of responsibility.


    As he opened his eyes, he donned a confident andposed expression, striding forth from the yers'' tunnel. The radiant sunlight illuminated his path, intensifying the electrifying atmosphere that enveloped him.


    Yet, concealed tension betrayed his actions.


    Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Aldrich appeared at the sidelines, only to wander towards the opposing team''s bench amid curious nces from the spectators...


    After taking three steps, Aldrich realized he had approached a group of unfamiliar coaches and yers, finally grasping that he had veered off in the wrong direction.


    However, he chose not to promptly turn away, opting instead to approach the visiting head coach, Peter Dawson, who stood at the helm, engaged in hushed conversations with his assistants.


    Aldrich intended to mask his blunder with a respectful greeting towards the opposing coach, but it seemed that events would not material

 Chapter 17: You are utter garbage!

    <h4>Chapter 17: You are utter garbage!</h4>


    Shrewsbury Town finished mid-table in the previous League One season, devoid of any star yers. Their sustenance in the league could be attributed primarily to the remarkable cohesion disyed by their squad of "blue-cor warriors" throughout the years. Their bnce between offense and defense was far from perfect; they''ve lost the matches they were expected to lose and won those that were deemed winnable, averaging around 1.5 goals scored and conceded per game. Their head coach, Peter Dawson, transitioned to coaching following his retirement from ying.


    This team exhibited no particrly outstanding characteristics, resembling a mere footnote in the grander narrative.


    As the opponent for the opening match, Peter had conducted some due diligence on Millwall. From Millwall''s summer spending spree to the recent tabloid coverage of Aldrich, he was particrly struck by the remark that Millwall''s youthful owner hoped merely for the team to stay afloat in League One following such hefty financial investment.


    Peter found Aldrich to be somewhat self-aware, grasping the importance of establishing a foothold in League One. However, he secretly held disdain for a coach whocked a traditional English football pedigree.


    Despite possessing a coaching qualification, Aldrich had not been nurtured within the English football system, and hisck of ying experience rendered him a typical outsider in the eyes of other coaches.


    Peter casually discussed the club''s transfer targets with his assistant, noting that there were still over two weeks left in the transfer window. Shrewsbury aimed to bolster their squad by recruiting yers on loan fromrger clubs, as they themselves were not a major team; the squadprised long-term servants and was of moderate ability, akin to a poor family struggling to make ends meet: patching up old clothes year after year.


    Every transfer window became a time for these smaller clubs to engage in "stitching and mending."


    Noticing that his assistant had fallen silent with a peculiar expression as he nced behind them, the tall figure of Peter, embodying the quintessential middle-aged British man, furrowed his brow and turned around. There stood Aldrich, impably attired like a stockbroker.


    Aldrich wore a gentle smile and extended his right hand, softly greeting, "Hello..."


    Before he could finish his salutation, Peter interrupted him.


    "Who the hell are you? What do you want?"


    Of course, Peter recognized the individual before him as Millwall''s head coach, yet he delighted in imparting a belittling reprimand to this youthful figure devoid of any football gravitas.


    Aldrich was momentarily taken aback, unprepared for such an abrasive response, replete with expletives.


    Recalling the previous conversation between Peter and his assistant, Aldrich assumed he had been mistaken for an eavesdropper. Maintaining his smile, he replied, "I am Aldrich, the manager of Millwall..."


    His outstretched hand remained suspended in front of Peter, only to be cruelly interrupted once again.


    Peter scowled and, in an old-fashioned manner, pointed at the home team''s bench, saying, "I know who you are. Now get back to your coach''s seat and leave me alone. Do you even understand football? You think this is a party? Strutting over here like a foolish peacock? Idiot!"


    Aldrich''s expression stiffened. In that moment, he caught a glimpse of Shrewsbury''s yers and coaches seated on the visiting bench, all sharing a bemused look.


    The stands at the Den fell silent, as fans curiously observed Aldrich approaching the opposing head coach to extend his hand, only to find Peter showing no intention of shaking it while hurling a barrage of insults in his direction.


    What on earth is happening?


    In less than two seconds, Aldrich regained hisposure. Instead of retracting his hand, he pointed his finger defiantly at Peter''s face and retorted loudly, "Who the hell do you think you are? Ie here to greet you, which is a mark of respect��otherwise, I wouldn''t give a damn about which foul pit you crawled out of! You''re garbage! And your team is garbage! Utter garbage!"


    Aldrich knew he could not retreat sheepishly back to the home coach''s seat; doing so would signify his defeat, not only boosting Peter''s ego but also earning the disdain of Millwall supporters.


    Peter clearly did not expect this brash young man to point his finger and return insults. After a moment of shock, he resembled an enraged beast ready to pounce on Aldrich, only to be firmly restrained by his vignt assistant.


    As Peter threatened to retaliate, Aldrich feigned rolling up his sleeves for a fight, feeling a modicum of helplessness: all he wanted was a cordial exchange��why the need for humiliation?


    Whatever the underlying resentment Peter harbored��be it jealousy over Aldrich''s looks or ss resentment��it culminated in an entirely absurd confrontation.


    Aldrich''s loud promation of Shrewsbury''s coach and team being "garbage" resonated clearly in thepact Den, where every fan in the stand overhead.


    Now, as Aldrich rolled up his sleeves and stood his ground, his menacing demeanor invigorated the Millwall supporters.


    "Garbage! You''re all garbage!"


    Fans in the stands jumped to their feet, arms iling, directing their wrath at Shrewsbury, further amplifying Aldrich''s audacity.


    Aldrich had no desire to resort to violence, but given the esction, he found himself unable to back down. Fortunately, Jensen rushed in from Millwall''s bench, along with several coaches, to pull Aldrich away and re-establish some distance between him and Peter.


    Neither head coach appeared inclined towards gentlemanly conduct; they were both held back, hurling barbs at one another.


    "Youe here, and I''ll knock you out!"


    "Fool! Even touching you would dirty my hands!"


    Peter, fuming, blurted, "Calling us garbage? If you lose this match, it proves you aren''t worth even that!"


    Aldrich was astounded!


    Even the fans in the stands paused their taunts, ncing at one another, pondering the implications of Peter''s statement.


    Suddenly, Aldrich ceased his struggle against Jensen and burst intoughter, straightening his suit while eximing, "Did someone actually admit to being garbage? Hahaha! It sounds like not only is it foul garbage, but also mindless garbage!"


    Laughter erupted throughout the stands, while Peter trembled with rage, his face reddening as if he would explode at any moment.


    Aldrich noticed the officiating crew approaching and quickly adjusted his attire, waving at the cheering fans as he strode confidently towards the home coach''s area.


    Behind him, Peter continued to shout, with the head referee now demanding to rify the situation and warning Peter Dawson. Meanwhile, Aldrich had reached the pitch in front of the home bench.


    "Was that your intention? Provoking the opposing coach?"


    Jensen and the other coaches were thoroughly bewildered; it was a first for them to witness such an explosive encounter between two coaches prior to their inaugural meeting and before the match had even begun.


    With an expression of calm assurance, Aldrich replied quietly, "I merely took a wrong turn. That man over there refused to show me any courtesy, so I had to push back. However, it has turned out fortuitously��I believe this match will be quite intriguing."


    Jensen returned to the bench with a wry smile, murmuring to the other coaches, who all regarded Aldrich''s back with incredulous expressions.


    At that moment, the head referee sprinted over to Aldrich, cautioning him against further provocations. Aldrich nonchntly nodded, casually ncing toward the away bench, where Peter Dawson still red at him furiously.


    Aldrich''s lips moved slightly, as if speaking to himself.


    Although Peter could not hear Aldrich''s words, contempt was evident on his face as Aldrich''s lips curled in disdain.


    "Foul garbage!"


    Peter was infuriated, practically steaming, yet he couldn''t leap forward to punch Aldrich.


    As both teams'' yers emerged from the tunnel, the home and away coaches stood at the sidelines. Aldrich, with his jacket unbuttoned and hands in his pockets, wore an impassive expression, while Peter Dawson summoned Shrewsbury''s captain, ominously lecturing him about something, his expression fierce enough to suggest he wanted to devour him whole.


    The referee''s whistle blew, signifying the start of the match.


    Aldrich observed Shrewsbury''s yers charging forward from the very first minute, as if fueled by steroids, a subtle smirk forming on his lips.


    Deep down, he felt a sense of gratitude towards Peter. Thanks to the earliermotion, his nerves had settled entirely, and now he brimmed with confidence for securing victory in this inaugural match!

 Chapter 18: Control and Counter

    <h4>Chapter 18: Control and Counter</h4>


    The cheers of Millwall fans echoed endlessly in the Lion''s Den Stadium, and the match seemed overwhelmingly one-sided after it began. Shrewsbury''s attacks came in waves, with the ball spending most of its time flying around Millwall''s half.


    Peter waved his arms on the sidelines, constantly issuing attackingmands to his yers, determined to seize the initiative and overwhelm Millwall.


    In stark contrast, Aldrich stood calmly on the sideline with his hands in his pockets, showing no signs of impatience on his face.


    In Aldrich''s eyes, the situation on the field wasn''t as lopsided as it appeared.


    Shrewsbury yed a traditional 4-4-2 formation, initiating their attacks from the midfield and defense, always sending a long ball forward to search for their forwards.


    This approach was one of the mostmon tactics in English football, and coincidentally, Aldrich was employing the same strategy.


    Many criticized Ennd''s unchanging 4-4-2 tactic as outdated, but Aldrich did not share that opinion.


    Because yers are not static; once on the field, they do not merely stand in position without moving. On both offensive and defensive ends, 4-4-2 can evolve into many variations, offering a high degree of tactical flexibility.


    For example, with one central midfielder pushing forward and another sitting back, the 4-4-2 can transform into a diamond midfield. If the two wide midfielders tuck in, it can change to a narrow diamond midfield, providing space for the full-backs to support attacks. The forwards can drop back while the wingers push forward, creating formations like 4-2-3-1 or 4-1-4-1, 4-3-3, and so on. Thus, the 4-4-2 formation is anything but rigid.


    It is superficial to judge a team''s tactics based solely on the starting formation. In Italian football, often known for its tactical prowess, teams can shift formations more than three or even four times during a match, constantly adapting their tactical setups to the dynamics of the game. This embodies one of the charms of football tactics.


    "Wow, that kid really packs a punch!"


    "I know, I know! His name is ude Mak��l��l��! He used to y in France!"


    "Mak��l��l��! Mak��l��l��!"


    Suddenly, a tidal wave of cheers erupted from the stands as passionate fans shouted Mak��l��l��''s name, which even caught Mak��l��l��, who was on the field, by surprise.


    Shrewsbury''s coach, Peter, anxiously yelled from the sidelines.


    His team seemed to be attacking relentlessly, but every time they attempted to deliver the ball to the forwards from the back or the nks, their two strikers found themselves physically blocked by Southgate or Stam. Just as the ball descended in front of them, a speedy figure would swoop in from the side to snatch it away.


    After a few instances, Shrewsbury''s strikers began to retreat. Even when they turned to receive the ball, they were met by a stoic Millwall yer: Mak��l��l��.


    Whenever a Shrewsbury forward attempted to break through, Mak��l��l�� would expertly intercept the ball with pinpoint precision, resulting in a chorus of cheers from the stands in just over ten minutes for this young defender!


    This young ck yer''s defensive prowess was nothing short of a visual feast!


    Aldrich was not surprised by this; modern football often emphasizes attacking y. People tend to rave about beautifully executed offensive moves, but on the defensive end, Mak��l��l�� transforms defensive y into a unique aesthetic.


    He wasn''t tall, barely reaching 175 cm, andcked the overblown muscture of an imposing figure; in other words: he was unremarkable in appearance.


    Yet, this unassuming figure delivered astonishing performances in defense��with exceptional awareness, anticipation, precise interceptions, quick recovery speeds, positional sense, and vast defensive coverage. It''s no exaggeration to say he was a master in his prime, able to change the dynamics of a team''s defense. Moreover, his quick counterattacks after sessful interceptions frequently left people astonished.


    Mak��l��l��''s prowess was such that even Iker Casis, the legendary Real Madrid goalkeeper, once reminisced about the first Gal��cticos, saying: "If I had to keep just one yer from that team to be my teammate, I wouldn''t choose Zidane, Figo, or even Ronaldo. I would just want Mak��l��l��."


    Having Mak��l��l�� on the field meant that Shrewsbury''s attempts to pass to their forwards often ended in futility. When the strikers received the ball with their backs turned, Mak��l��l�� would rob them of it; when they pulled back to collect the ball, he would intercept just as they turned; they were left with no opportunities for breakthroughs!


    So, Shrewsbury began trying to loft the ball into the penalty area from the nks, attempting to use headers to crack Millwall''s defense.


    Stam was still too green and his biggest w was his hasty rushing forward, but with Mak��l��l�� acting as a shield in front of him, he hardly faced a direct challenge from an attacking forward. He could focus on physical battles with opposing strikers and spring forward to jump and clear the ball when it came down.


    After failing to score after numerous attempts, Peter grew increasingly anxious. Though the team''s overall ability was average, Peter''s coaching experience was considerable. One of the mostmon features of football matches is: if a team fails to convert numerous chances, they are likely to concede sooner orter!


    Shrewsbury, ying away, could not afford to concede first!


    On the field, Shrewsbury attempted another cross from the nks. Their right midfielder managed to send a diagonal long pass into Millwall''s penalty area just before Lucas Neil could close in for a challenge. The trajectory of the ball was promising,nding right around the penalty spot��a perfect opportunity for the strikers to dart in and head it.


    Shrewsbury''s two forwards indeed dashed towards thending spot of the ball, and the fans held their breath, nervously watching this attack unfold.


    "Hoo..."


    Millwall fans exhaled a sigh of relief as Southgate found the ball''snding spot, heading it clear of the danger zone, right to Mak��l��l��''s feet.


    Apuse erupted from the stands, but the fans were caught off guard as Millwallunched a swift counterattack before the pping subsided.


    After collecting the ball, Mak��l��l�� turned. The opposing central midfielder was positioned too far forward, trying to press him for the ball. However, Mak��l��l�� calmly faked a move and fed the ball to Lucas Neil, who had made a run up the left nk.


    Lucas didn''t dribble but instead made a diagonal pass to Nedv��d, who was near the center circle.


    Peter watched as Millwall''s attack unfolded smoothly, without a hint of dy, and his heart tightened. He shouted from the sidelines, urging his yers to focus!


    Nedv��d carried the ball forward a few steps and passed to Robert Pires, who was drifting in from the left toward the center, just before the opponent''s defenders could close in.


    Pires cut in from the nk to the outer edge of the opposing penalty area. Upon receiving the ball, Pires felt a moment of hesitation.


    He remembered Aldrich''s tactical instructions from training yesterday: before the 30-minute mark of the first half, the two wingers and the strikers were to drop back to collect the ball. When the forwards received it, they should shoot if an opportunity arose; no dribbling for breakthroughs, and the wingers should move toward the center for passes while trying long-range shots!


    Despite Aldrich''s meticulous training approach, providing many helpful instructions for the yers, Pires felt confused by Aldrich''s tactics.


    His position was that of a winger, yet Aldrich was prohibiting him from breaking to the byline for crosses and even forbidding dribbling, something that felt limiting for two technically skilled yers.


    A fleeting moment of doubt crossed Pires'' mind.


    Regardless, having just joined the team, he decided to trust the young coach''s n for now.


    Even if his performance faltered, Pires did not see it as his fault but rather attributed it to the coach not utilizing him well.


    At the top of the penalty area, Piresunched a long shot with his right foot.


    But the shot was too straight, easily scooped by the opposing goalkeeper.


    A sigh swept over the stands, followed by apuse.


    Peter felt a breath of relief: in the first twenty minutes of the match, there had already been four long shots; Larsson and Trezeguet had three attempts, while Pires had one. Most of them were either too straight or off-target, presenting little threat to Shrewsbury.


    Yet Aldrich showed no signs of disappointment; instead, he apuded and nodded in appreciation of his yers'' efforts on the sideline.


    Seeing this, Peter scoffed internally: does this kid think football is an archery contest?


    However, there was always the risk that such reckless long shots could strike a stroke of luck, so Peter ordered his yers: "Expand the defensive zone! Don''t give them chances for long-range shots!"


    After Peter made his adjustments, Millwall''s offensive attempts were visibly stymied in the following time. Particrly on Schneider''s right nk, his two attempts to cut in and shoot were blocked by the opposing full-backs, presenting no threat to the goal.


    Peter realized his adjustments were yielding results, a smug smile creeping across his face as he cast a sidelong nce at the still-calm Aldrich, his hands buried in his pockets.


    Aldrich was not bothered by Schneider''s long-range attempts; even at that moment, the opposing full-backs pressing forward offered Schneider the chance to go to the byline, but he didn''t take it, following Aldrich''s instructions.


    In the early stages of the team''s development, overall defense was crucial. Each yer was part of the defensive system. Aldrich knew that if yers were allowed to attack recklessly, the defense would inevitably be disjointed. If the wide midfielders went all the way to the byline for crosses and were intercepted by counterattacks, significant gaps would open up in the defensive line. Before the yers developed a cohesive defensive awareness and chemistry, Aldrich''s priority was to establish the overall defensive distances. yers in each position needed to maintain contact with teammates nearby.


    After thirty minutes of y, Aldrich looked down at his watch and, seizing the opportunity of a dead ball, made a gesture toward the yers on the field, confirming that Nedv��d, Pires, Schneider, and the two forwards had seen him, signaling them to adjust their y ording to the pre-match tactical deployments.


    Having done all this, Aldrich turned to gaze at Peter, who had calmed down from his earlier anxiety, inwardly thinking: "It''s time for me to make my changes."

 Chapter 19: Applause and cheers, come more fiercely!

    <h4>Chapter 19: Apuse and cheers,e more fiercely!</h4>


    Shrewsbury, as always, yed the long ball, yet their forwards appeared markedly dispirited. Confronted by the imposing figure of Stam, they found it impossible to gain the upper hand in aerial contests and were consistently thwarted by Mak��l��l��. Moreover, Southgate''s unwavering performance further deepened the despondence of the two strikers as the match wore on, leading them to wander aimlessly in and around Millwall''s penalty area.


    Once more, an attacking yer on the left nk readied himself to deliver a high ball into the box but opted instead for a low cross. Regrettably, in his attempt to break through, he was intercepted by Thuram, who extended his leg and sent the yer sprawling onto the grass, while the bally abandoned beneath Thuram''s feet.


    Peter, ame with indignation, bellowed toward the pitch, "What the hell! That was an obvious foul! Damn it, a foul!"


    Yet, the referee remained imcable, disying no intention of signaling for Shrewsbury''s yer to rise. Meanwhile, the spectators in the stands erupted in apuse, their excitement palpable.


    Upon retrieving the ball, Thuram refrained from dribbling and swiftly passed it to the nearest Mak��l��l��, who, sensing the urgency, released the ball before the opposing forward could close in.


    Nedv��d received the ball at midfield and promptly executed a long pass that found Pir��s on the left nk.


    Pir��s continued his advance toward the center, while a mere five meters away, Shrewsbury''s defenders prepared to close in for a challenge or to disrupt his potential long-range shot.


    Calm under pressure, Pir��s recalled the gestures made by his coach on the sidelines just moments ago; thirty minutes had psed since the matchmenced, and his role had shifted.


    The tactical instructions from Aldrich from the previous day resonated distinctly in his mind: "Long-range shots in the first thirty minutes willpel the opposing defenders to retreat from the penalty area. If the game unfolds as anticipated, once the wingers approach the center, the two forwards will be poised to exploit any offside opportunities. Robert, you and Bernd are tasked with threading the ball through into the box!"


    Observing Shrewsbury''s defensive alignment, Pir��s was astonished to realize that Aldrich''s assessment indeed held true.


    The opponent''s defense had retreated from the penalty area to diminish Millwall''s threat from distance, thereby creating a significant void behind their defenders.


    Without a moment''s hesitation, Pir��s executed a precise through ball, threading it between the center-back and the full-back''s positions.


    Though the pass had a moderate speed, its uracy was impable. At the precise moment Pir��s delivered the ball, Larsen darted forward, eluding the attention of the center-back.


    The defenders of Shrewsbury had grown ustomed to Millwall''s forwardsunching distant strikes during the initial thirty minutes; they were entirely unprepared for this sudden breach. What astonished them further was Larsen''s remarkable speed!


    The center-back tried to react but found the distance between himself and Larsen only widening, denying him any opportunity to grasp at his jersey.


    Larsen sessfully timed his run, positioning himself one-on-one with the goalkeeper!


    The entire crowd rose in unison, their collective gaze fixed on Larsen as he surged forward.


    Watching the unfolding attack from the sidelines, Aldrich felt his heart race with exhration, even his hands trembled. Theposed facade he had maintained was swept away, reced by overwhelming anticipation.


    Put it in the, put it in the, put it in the!


    Aldrich silently urged, though his throat felt parched, rendering him incapable of voicing his desires; he could only gasp heavily, his lips parted as if to speak.


    "Shrewsbury''s defenders had grown ustomed to facing long-range shots from Millwall''s attacking yers in the first thirty minutes. They never anticipated that this time the opponent would capitalize on the space behind them. To their astonishment, ����ɭ speed was astonishing!"


    Choosing not to rush out, he instead maintained his position on the goal line, gradually advancing to minimize Larsen''s shooting angle.


    As Larsen approached the edge of the penalty area, he matched pace with the ball, never faltering. Instead, he adjusted his stride in ordance with the ball''s trajectory, and with a gentle flick of his right foot, he caressed the ball toward the left side!


    The goalkeeper executed the foundational response to a one-on-one situation, closing down the near post,unching himself horizontally to the right. However, in a moment of futile disbelief, he turned his head back, hope mingling with despair as he wished the ball would not cross the line.


    Yet, the ball soared in a graceful arc, elegantly curving past the goalkeeper and nestling into the far corner of the,ing to rest after a few gentle revolutions within the goal!


    The Lion''s Den erupted in ecstatic uproar!


    Fans in the stands raised their arms in jubnt delight, leaping and cheering with childlike exuberance. Following his goal, Larsen sprinted along the byline toward the corner g, igniting a wave of celebration among the surrounding supporters.


    Millwall''s yers rushed to join Larsen in his tion, directing their joy toward the stands, where numerous fans held signs disying their names in variousnguages, expressing their support.


    For the notoriously infamous supporters of Millwall, known for their violent reputation, these actions appeared quite endearing.


    Though it was merely the first match, a significant number of fans had recognized them, acknowledging their nationalities and conveying support in their nativenguages, bestowing upon them a profound sense of warmth and belonging.


    Witnessing this goal, Aldrich erupted with boundless excitement, fists clenched and waving vigorously before him. Following suit, Jensen and other coaches vacated their seats, embracing Aldrich as they rejoiced together; the atmosphere filled withughter and jubtion as they celebrated Millwall''s inaugural goal of the season, marking Aldrich''s first official victory as coach!


    After the excitement, Audrich returned to the sidelines. He pped to encourage the yers and then made a gesture with both hands pushing down to remind them to stay alert and not getcent.


    Finally, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted into the field, "Keep ying as you have been!"


    With this goal, the yers on the field had already begun to change their perception of Audrich internally.


    Peter''s face flushed with agitation as he vociferously argued with the assistant referee, firmly convinced that Thuram''s interception during Shrewsbury''s attack constituted a foul. Had the referee made a decision, the subsequent counter-attack leading to a goal would have been nullified.


    Once his fervor calmed, Aldrich slipped his hands back into his suit pockets, reflecting on that splendid goal as admiration for Larsen swelled within him.


    The Swedish forward possessed exquisite finishing skills; renowned for his ability to score with both headers and grounded strikes, he showcased remarkable control and finesse, never relying excessively on power. His shots often disyed precision and subtlety, executed with minimal unnecessary movement inside the box, resulting in strikes that were both artistically crafted and elegantly ced.


    The recent goal exemplified his exceptional talent, executing a gentle flick toward the far corner without pausing the ball, creating a trajectory that, even should the goalkeeper anticipate, would remain unattainable due to its cleverly obtuse angle.


    Following the concession of that goal, Shrewsbury was left with expressions of deep disappointment.


    Perhaps they believed that during the opening thirty minutes, aside from a few distant shots, Millwall posed little threat, while they themselves had orchestrated numerous swift incursions into the opponent''s half, yet still found themselves conceding despite being the dominant side.


    The blow struck hard at the team''s morale, prompting Peter to vehemently implore his yers tounch an even more fervent offensive.


    Even as Aldrich reminded them, Millwall''s yers maintained theirposure, refusing to be overlycent, continuing their previously established defensive posture.


    The increasingly anxious Shrewsbury struggled to mount a worthwhile attack against Millwall''s goal, while thetter''s offensive disy grew progressively vibrant and menacing.


    As the first half drew to a close, Millwall''s campaign moved ever closer to the opponent''s penalty area. David Trezeguet, eager to make an impact,unched himself forward prematurely during a counter-attack, potentially missing an opportunity for a one-on-one chance.


    In the stoppage time of the first half, Pir��s took a shot from outside the penalty area, but the opposing goalkeeper managed to deflect it out for a corner kick.


    The corner was taken by the skillful Schneider, who is known for his exceptional technical ability among his generation of German yers. Schneider''s crossing and dead-ball skills are truly outstanding.


    Millwall''s set-piece tactics had been meticulously crafted by Aldrich during over a month of training, considering the array of adept headers within the squad.


    The two forwards, Larsen and Trezeguet, not only excelled in aerial encounters but were also particrly astute at seizing opportunities amidst chaotic situations in the box. Meanwhile, Nedv��d, as a midfielder, was also a proficient header, while Stam and Southgate provided solid defensive support, joined by Thuram, whose heading abilities were well-honed.


    Mak��l��l�� and Lucas Neill remained near the center circle during this corner to thwart any potential counter-attacks, while Pir��s roamed at the far post and the perimeter.


    Southgate positioned himself in front of the opposing goalkeeper to exert pressure, with Larsen and Stam poised at the edge of the six-yard box. Thuram created confusion at the near post, while Trezeguet remained ostensibly passive in midfield, casually shifting a step as defenders approached, showing no inclination for confrontation.


    Schneider stood by the corner g, raising his hand to signal a clenched fist. The Millwall yers in the box understood the gesture implicitly, and shortly thereafter, Schneider initiated the corner.


    As the ball sailed from the corner g, Millwall''s attacking yers surged toward the center, prompting the defensive Shrewsbury yers to instinctively follow suit. A cluster of yers in the box shuffled a couple of steps toward the far post; amidst the crowd, one yer broke away, navigating the periphery to position himself for a y at the near post!


    The corner was taken with blistering speed butcked height, just clearing the heads of the nearest Shrewsbury defenders before beginning its descent,nding precisely in the vicinity of the near post!


    There, a bald yer d in deep blue and white shorts met the descending ball, nearly diving to head it!


    Just under two meters from goal, the ball ricocheted off his header and sped into the before the Shrewsbury goalkeeper even mustered the reflex to react, copsing onto the ground in surrender!


    Once again, the Lion''s Den erupted with joy.


    The yer who rose to his feet was the young David Trezeguet!


    After executing the diving header, Trezeguet kept his gaze fixed on the Shrewsbury goal; upon witnessing the ball find the, he immediately sprang up, beaming with delight as he pointed toward Schneider, rushing over to embrace him. Following closely, Pir��s leapt in celebration, resting his hands on Trezeguet''s shoulders while joining the exuberant fans, many of whom seemed ready to leap from the stands into the arena.


    In the wake of this goal, Aldrich''s surprise deepened, especially since the first half stoppage time was fast approaching. He suddenly found himself pondering what to convey during halftime, yet he had not anticipated Trezeguet would score on his debut!


    Listening to the thunderous roars of the crowd, Aldrich naturally raised his arms aloft, urging the fans to amplify their cheers.


    Jensen, caught between amusement and disbelief, observed Aldrich''s animated gestures. In their minds, this young coach ought to have been cautious and apprehensive, yet before them, Aldrich appeared utterly unfazed by pressure.


    Aldrich was well aware that the team was very young. The yers on the field needed cheers, needed affirmation and recognition; this was crucial for their growth.


    So, he stirred up the atmosphere in the stadium.


    "Apuse, let it be even more enthusiastic!"


    "Cheer, let it be even louder!"

 Chapter 20: Send them to hell

    <h4>Chapter 20: Send them to hell</h4>


    Before this league match, the Millwall coaching staff had a discussion, setting a rather modest goal for the entire game: to avoid losing. Aldrich, on the other hand, expected his team to hold a draw in the first half and see if Shrewsbury would be anxious in their attacks, offering Millwall a chance to strike on the counter.


    To everyone''s surprise, by the end of the first half, Millwall was already leading by two goals. This delighted Aldrich, but what pleased him most was his team''s defensive performance.


    As he entered the locker room, Aldrich greeted each departing yer, patting them on the shoulder before being thest to walk through the yers'' tunnel.


    Peter, with a dark expression, hurried toward the visitor''s locker room the moment the halftime whistle blew, while his yers walked off the pitch looking dejected.


    In the stands, fans were rxed, engaging in light-hearted conversation. The tensions that had arisen from the club''s tumultuous preseason had dissipated. From their performance in the preseason friendlies to the current match''s first 45 minutes, Aldrich''s team had gradually won over the fans.


    Inside the home locker room, the yers were beaming with joy. They didn''t feel tired; they had executed a solid defensive strategy in the first half and appeared to be inplete control. In contrast, the aggressive yers from Shrewsbury were left gasping for breath, having not only exerted themselves but also conceded two goals��a heavy blow indeed.


    As Aldrich approached the locker room, he suddenly heard amotioning from the visitor''s locker room. The Lion''s Den Stadium was small andcking in amenities, resulting in poor soundproofing. The furious scolding from the away locker room was audible enough for Aldrich to tell that someone was throwing a fit inside.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but smile, channeling his excitement as he pushed open the door to his team''s locker room, maintaining his grin as he looked at his yers.


    As the seated yers rested, they noticed Aldrich standing at the door, not bothering to close it, as if thrilled beyond words, their gaze firmly fixed on him.


    Aldrich pointed to his ear and said softly, "Listen closely."


    The yers fell silent and strained to hear, faintly picking up the roaring from the away team''s locker room.


    One by one, each yer, seemingly inspired by Aldrich, broke into knowing smiles.


    Aldrich quietly closed the locker room door as if he were a thief, which made the coaching staff stifle theirughter.


    However, Jansen frowned, wanting to remind Aldrich not to get too cocky.


    Yet Aldrich''s next words relieved Jansen''s worries.


    With his arms wide open and a big smile on his face, Aldrich eximed, "You yed perfectly in the first half! Look at what the opponents did! They haven''t even managed a single shot on target! Just now, I saw their yerse off the field, and they looked like it was the end of the world. I swear! You are the demons in their minds! So, in the second half, we''re going to send them home in tears! Is there anyone here who feels sorry for them and is thinking of taking it easy in the second half?"


    The yers were taken aback, exchanging nces before instinctively shaking their heads.


    Take it easy?


    What a joke!


    Aldrichughed heartily and said, "Exactly! We''re going to send them to hell! In the second half, we need to keep up the pressure! But strategically, we should make some adjustments to hasten their demise!"


    The yers perked up, fully focused as Aldrich moved to the tactical board. He picked up a pen and marked the positions of the opposing back line on the field diagram, using numbers to denote the positions of Millwall yers.


    Aldrich said solemnly, "We did well defensively in the first half; we must carry that momentum into the second. My requirement is simple: since we didn''t concede in the first half, there''s no reason to let them steal even one goal in the second. But Behrend, Robert, you two listen carefully."


    Pires and Schneider sat up straight, locking eyes with Aldrich.


    Aldrich markedrge areas on both nks, areas near the front sides closer to the middle, but not including the zone extending from the opponent''s penalty area to the sidelines.


    "In the second half, the opponent will fight back fiercely andmit more attacking yers than in the first half. Robert, you and Behrend can operate closer to the middle. In the attack, Pavel will be responsible for distributing the ball, deciding whether to attack from the left or right. And once you receive the ball, your passing routes should look like this."


    Aldrich drew arge arc on the tactical board, illustrating the trajectory he wanted the ball to follow.


    "In the first half, Henrik scored after receiving a through ball from Robert that caught them offside. In the second half, the opponent will surely learn from their mistakes and be wary of our same-side through balls. If we continue ying as we did in the first half, it will be difficult. So, Robert and Behrend, your passes in the second half should be diagonals between their center-backs and full-backs, leading to the far side. Our forwards have a clear advantage��speed. David, Henrik, I expect to see you both coordinate your movements in the second half. When such an opportunity arises, you need to execute ovepping runs; this will draw the defenders away instead of racing directly against them. Try to be clever yers and not just rely on talent. Can you do that?"


    The two forwards who had scored in the first half nodded earnestly. Aldrich pped his hands in satisfaction and offered a few reminders about defensive issues, such as urging Nedved to pay closer attention to the coordinated defense on the left nk. After 45 minutes of y, even a fool like Peter could see that Shrewsbury''s left-side defense was weaker than the right. After all, the left was manned by the young Lucas Neill, not the strong Turam on the right.


    As both sides returned for the second half, Aldrich stood on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, while Peter wore a deep scowl, remaining silent.


    At this moment, Aldrich had no desire to get into any more conflicts with Peter nor was he interested in verbal provocations. Instead, he drifted into his thoughts, cing himself in Peter''s position, pondering how he would react if the opposing coach had provoked him prior to the match, or if his own team had responded simrly.


    How would he handle it?


    Aldrich learned a lesson from Peter: no matter the circumstances, maintainingposure was essential, and personal emotions could not cloud his tactical decisions.


    Just as Aldrich was lost in thought, a gasp from the stands snapped him back to reality.


    Bang!


    The crossbar of one of the goals rang out with a resounding thud, and Aldrich could even hear the reverberations.


    He watched as the ball struck Millwall''s crossbar and bounced out!


    Millwall had almost conceded right at the start of the second half!


    Aldrich quietly med himself for his earlier daydreaming. He knew that he had let his guard down a bit; after all, leading 2-0 at halftime made him feel confident about victory. He understood that suchcency, before the game was over, should serve as a cautionary tale, yet the pride inside him was difficult to suppress.


    Fortunately, the recent scare had served as a wake-up call.


    Aldrich turned around and beckoned to Jansen. Just as Jansen let out a sigh of relief and walked over, thinking Aldrich was about to make a substitution, he was unexpectedly met with Aldrich''s quiet inquiry: "What happened just now?"


    "What do you mean, ''what happened''?"


    "That ball just now."


    "Aren''t you standing right here? Didn''t you see it?"


    "I was thinking about substitutions and didn''t pay attention."


    With a sense of helplessness, Jansen described the situation to Aldrich.


    After finishing, he returned to his seat on the coaching bench.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but nce over at Peter Dawson not far away, who was covering his face in regret over the ball that had hit the crossbar.


    That old guy certainly has his skills!


    Peter decisively adjusted Millwall''s attack. Though they primarily focused on long passes and high balls into the box to create threats, they noticeably increased the number of attacking yers, having the wide midfielders and central midfielders alternate pushing into the penalty area for headers.


    Just now, it was the left midfielder who sent a high ball into the box; the forwards were closely marked by Stam and Southgate, and the central midfielder who entered the box was tightly covered by Mak��l��l��. Only the right midfielder got into the box, shaking off Lucas Neil''s defense and managed to head the ball toward the goal, but luck was against them, as it hit the crossbar.


    Understanding this situation, Aldrich observed the flow of the game and made no changes nor shouted at the yers, as Nedv��d had already dropped deep to assist Lucas in defense.


    After ten minutes of Shrewsbury''s attack, apart from that initial header which struck the crossbar, Millwall''s self-adjusted defense was quickly back to being imprable.


    At this moment, Mak��l��l�� intercepted an attempt from the opponent to switch to a through ball, then distributed the ball to Schneider, who had dropped back to receive it on the right.


    As Schneider turned with the ball, he found arge area of space in the midfield. Shrewsbury hadmitted many yers to attack, leaving only one midfielder who had also dropped back to bolster their defense.


    Schneider sent a ground ball to the left side of the center circle, where the defending midfielder, Nedv��d, was perfectly positioned to receive it. Without hesitation, he made a short pass forward to Pires.


    It was a counterattack for Millwall, three against five!


    Larsson was on the left, Trezeguet on the right, both being closely marked by Shrewsbury defenders, but they were still somewhat far from the penalty area.


    The two forwards understood each other well and began to reposition; rather than running straight toward the penalty area, Larsson angled to the right while Trezeguet angled to the left, like two sharp des stabbing into the enemy''s nks!


    The Shrewsbury center-backs were rmed, especially as Trezeguet''s run was toward the area where Pires could slip a through ball. There was no one there, as the full-back had moved up, ready to intercept Pires'' dribble.


    After a moment of hesitation, the two center-backs switched their defensive targets, but they were already a step too slow.


    Pires, before the opposing full-back could close in, curled a right-footed ground ball.


    The ball zoomed between Shrewsbury''s full-back and center-back, racing toward the back post of the penalty area.


    The Shrewsbury defenders didn''t expect Trezeguet''s run toward the near post to be a distraction, as at the far post, Larsson was chasing the ball, prepared for the impact as it slid by. Behind him, one of the center-backs attempted to slide in from behind, but he quickly realized he had already stepped inside the penalty box and could only watch as Larsson pulled further away from him.


    Just as the ball glided past the edge of the small box, a deep blue figure slid in, executing a fine shot to aim the ball towards the near corner!


    Shrewsbury''s goalkeeper lowered his center of gravity, but after Larsson''s shot, he made a move to dive, only to helplessly spread his palms; by the time he reacted, the ball had flown into the impably angled slot, rolling into the right beside the post.


    Millwall 3:0 Shrewsbury!

 Chapter 21: Red card!

    <h4>Chapter 21: Red card!</h4>


    Larsen''s debut for Millwall was undoubtedly spectacr!


    After scoring the second goal, the entire Den erupted in cheers. They apuded and celebrated for Larsen, with fans in the nearest stand rushing forward, seemingly eager to flood the field and bury Larsen in a sea of supporters. Fortunately, a security barrier held them back.


    Amidst the cheers, Aldrich turned to the beaming Jensen and said, "Did you see that?"


    Jensen responded enthusiastically, "Of course! He''s simply unparalleled; his ability to seize opportunities is incredible!"


    Aldrich grinned widely, then turned to p for the yers on the field, urging the young men to keep pushing forward.


    In the league opener, with just 60 minutes yed, Millwall was already leading 3-0. The yers on the field felt uplifted, and when they nced at theposed Aldrich on the sidelines, their gazes shifted with newfound determination.


    The different tactics employed in each half were proving effective!


    This was more than enough to earn their admiration.


    Peter Dawson, feeling deted at this moment, had already conceded three goals, and with less than thirty minutes left, he knew his team had no chance.


    He waved his hands for the team to regroup, finding a bnce between offense and defense, hoping to avoid further counterattack goals.


    Inside, Peter felt a bit indignant; two of the goals conceded were from counterattacks and one from a set piece.


    He noticed that Millwall''s two forwards had extraordinary speed, easily outpacing the slow-turning center-backs of Shrewsbury, giving them ample space and distance to initiate runs, practically gifting them one-on-one opportunities.


    This was only the first match of the season, and Peter feared his team might crumble under pressure, setting a negative tone for the entire year.


    At this moment, he reassured himself: losing meant dropping just three points; it wasn''t a huge deal.


    If they lost not only the game but also their morale and spirit, then this season would indeed be troublesome.


    With a three-goal cushion, the opposing attacks began to wane, and Aldrich''s tense nerves finally rxed.


    He checked the time; the match had reached the 70th minute. He turned to the bench and called out, "Patrick, warm up for five minutes."


    The young yers on the bench all looked toward Vieira. The tall Vieira immediately pulled on his training vest, excitedly running out to warm up, while the other yers appeared slightly disappointed.


    The next five minutes on the field passed without incident. Once Vieira finished warming up, Aldrich had already requested a substitution. Before Vieira stepped onto the pitch, he called him over, cing a hand on his shoulder and quietly asking, "Did you see how Pavel yed in the previous 75 minutes?"


    Vieira nodded. After joining Millwall, Aldrich had tailored a training n just for him.


    Positionally, Vieira and Makelele ovepped, but in terms of area of activity, Makelele was stronger vertically, sweeping through the midfield and defense, while Vieira excelled horizontally, capable of organizing attacks. However, this was more applicable to a more seasoned Vieira.


    Seeing him nod, Aldrich continued, "When youe on, tell Pavel to push forward, operating in the attacking midfielder zone, while you take his position. Do you remember the passing options from that position during attacks?"


    Vieira nodded again, then stretched his body and jumped a bit. At that moment, a throw-in paused the game, and the assistant referee disyed the substitution number.


    David Trezeguet, who was making his first appearance for Millwall at a young age, was substituted off.


    He performed well today; although he had few opportunities to touch the ball, his long-range shot, movement, and the fact that he scored a goal were all worthy of praise.


    Therefore, as he left the field, the Millwall fans apuded him enthusiastically. Aldrich weed him off the pitch and pointed toward the stands, making it clear: "This is our hero!"


    Trezeguet looked pleasantly surprised and a bit shy as he walked back to the bench, celebrating by high-fiving each of his teammates.


    Just as Aldrich had pumped up Trezeguet to garner more support, he turned around just in time to hear a whistle. Aldrich incredulously watched as the referee pulled out a red card, and the recipient of the card left him utterly astonished.


    The yer shown the red card looked aggrieved and protested to the referee, while nearby, a Shrewsbury yery on the ground, clutching his leg in agony.


    Aldrich stared in shock at the yer who had just received the red card.


    It was none other than Vieira, who had barely been on the pitch for a minute!


    Aldrich realized that the coach''s perspective from the sidelines might capture more of the action than a TV broadcast, but the breathtaking moments may not always be visible.


    What had happened?


    He hadn''t even had the chance to ask Jensen when Peter, seeming infuriated, rushed toward him, only to be held back by the fourth official.


    "What''s your yer doing? What the hell does he think he''s doing? Attempting murder?"


    Aldrich paid no mind, and only after discussing with Jensen did he understand the sequence of events.


    After Vieira stepped onto the field, Shrewsbury executed a throw-in, and then created a wall pass on his side. Vieira seemed to either be nervous or afraid of underperforming; in an attempt to stop the opponent from advancing any closer to the box, he went for a tackle, failing to get the ball and instead kicking the Shrewsbury yer''s leg. However, it wasn''t a malicious foul, so the Shrewsbury yer''s injury wasn''t serious.


    By the time Aldrich pieced together the events, Vieira was already at the sidelines, apanied by team captain Southgate, looking distraught and regretful, with his head down, unable to meet anyone''s gaze.


    Aldrich weed him as he came off, saying gently, "Patrick, don''t take it to heart. You''re still young; nobody''s perfect from the start. Making mistakes is normal; it''s part of your journey to bing a top yer. Don''t lose heart, or it''ll lead to people underestimating you."


    Vieira looked up at Aldrich with aplex expression, not seeing any me in Aldrich''s demeanor. Instead, he received a reassuring smile.


    His spirits slightly lifted, he nodded before walking into the yers'' tunnel.


    Once back on the touchline, Aldrich nced over the field. Without needing to prompt, Nedved had already returned to his original midfield position.


    With a three-goal lead, Aldrich intended to allow Nedved to showcase his attacking prowess; however, now weakened by one man, everything reset back to square one.


    Without needing further reminders, Aldrich turned to beckon Babou on the coaching bench.


    Babou seemed to have guessed the reason Aldrich had called him over, and after walking over, he asked, "Patrick?"


    Aldrich nodded, saying, "Gofort him. Don''t let him feel discouraged; make sure he doesn''t give up on the idea of ying in midfield. This is my fault; I was too hasty in his training."


    Babou, who was responsible for Vieira''s training in the first team, nodded solemnly and then headed into the yers'' tunnel to find Vieira.


    Aldrich wasn''t angry over Vieira receiving the red card; instead, he felt a sense of responsibility.


    This was a very young team, yet he had been overzealous, which was a foolish mistake.


    Originally, out of the starting eleven, apart from 17-year-old Lucas Neal, who had gained experience ying in the youth and reserve teamsst year, the other yers had professional match experience. Even Trezeguet, who was not yet 18, had a couple of years of league experience in Argentina.


    But Vieira had joined AS Cannes'' first team justst year and wasn''t even a defensive midfielder. Arriving at Millwall, he was learning new defensive techniques and cultivating defensive awareness; he was still a nk te, and Aldrich had rashly thrust him into the English League One.


    Realizing that yers like Back and Gattusocked professional league experience, Aldrich felt that after this match, he would probably need to rethink the season n and focus more on carefully developing these young talents.


    Maybe it was the fact that Millwall was down to ten men, but Shrewsbury pushed hard with their attack in the remaining time.


    Aldrich understood the situation��it was uneptable to be struggling so much with a yer advantage.


    However, despite the challenges, Millwall''s defense held firm and didn''t concede any goals before the match ended. Shrewsbury,cking standout individual talents, found it tough to break through with their team y. In the end, just as the match was winding down, their goal was breached again, leading to yet another setback.


    Pires received a return pass from Larsen just outside the penalty area, striking the ball with his right foot, and it soared into the top right corner of the Shrewsbury like a cannonball.


    4-0.


    In the opening match of the 1994-95 English League One season, Millwall decisively defeated visiting Shrewsbury 4-0.


    After the match, Aldrich did not shake hands with Peter, who also had no intention of doing so. Both coaches quickly disappeared from the touchline.


    While passing through the mixed zone for interviews, Aldrich refrained from mentioning the pre-match conflict with Peter. In light of the resounding victory, he simply understated that the yers had performed unexpectedly well and noted that Shrewsbury was a resilient team...


    Aldrich hardly praised his team but generously heapedpliments on Shrewsbury.


    Only after he left did the reporters realize: this fellow was indirectly praising his own team.


    He had elevated the opponent, only for them to lose by four goals to his team!


    Aldrich, that cunning man!

 Chapter 22: Building a Foundation

    <h4>Chapter 22: Building a Foundation</h4>


    After securing a sessful opening match in the league, Aldrich refrained from mentioning Peter Dawson again. In his mind, even an arrogant person had no interest in using someone as obscure as Dawson as a stepping stone.


    By the end of the first round, Millwall unexpectedly imed the top spot in the league table, closely followed by Sheffield United, Oldham, Middlesbrough, and other strong teams capable of promotion.


    Aldrich granted the yers a day off, but he returned home and workedte into the night. The next day, he arrived at the hotel where the team was training, and met with the entire coaching staff to discuss a growth and development n for the young yers.


    In the meeting room, they firstid out the schedules for the three tiers of teams.


    Jensen pointed to the projection on the big screen and said, "Before the FIFA break in mid-September, we have seven league matches in League One against Sundend, Derby County, Bolton, Reading, West Brom, Burnley, and Tranmere. Among these, two matches will be yed in midweek, which means our yers will have to face two games in one week. There''s also the first round of the League Cup next week, and if we can get through, we must face the second round of the League Cup in thest week of August."


    Aldrich gazed at the schedule for the first team on the big screen, falling into deep thought.


    The weekend match against Sundend wouldn''t be too difficult because the current ck Cats Sundendcked promotion strength. Last season they ranked in the middle of the table in League One, at the same level as Shrewsbury. This summer, Sundend didn''t make any strong signings, so their overall strength seemed average, relying on their performance on the day.


    But the uing series of matches would definitely be a test for Millwall.


    Derby County, who had crushed Millwall 5-1 in the yoffsst season.


    Bolton, who brought in many experienced veterans aimed at promotion.


    Reading and West Brom emerged with the momentum ofst season''s promotion. Although they didn''t appear strong, they were familiar with victory in the past season, and theirbined strength and asional explosive momentum shouldn''t be underestimated.


    In the lead-up to the FIFA break, Aldrich needed to ensure the team maintained a stable mindset. Achieving the delicate bnce of being neither arrogant after a win nor disheartened after a loss was quite challenging; such training required more than just the head coach''s words.


    After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let the substitutes handle the League Cup; the first team should focus solely on the league this season unless we can reach the final in the cup, but I believe that possibility is very slim. The season is long, so we should aim to maintain the main lineup with one match per week. They are young yers, and the match load must be moderate. As for the next seven matches, our target remains the same: no losses and minimize conceding goals. Even if we draw all seven matches, I would ept that."


    Upon hearing Aldrich''s seemingly "unambitious" goal, other members of the coaching staff exchanged nces, and Jensen frowned, "Not losing in all seven matches? That sounds a bit too low, don''t you think? We won ourst match 4-0. In my opinion, among these seven opponents, we should at least secure two victories; not winning against teams like Tranmere or Burnley wouldn''t mean much. Besides, drawing all seven matches would only us seven points. If we win three matches, that''s at least nine points."


    Jensen''s view was widely epted, but Aldrich shook his head and said, "Last season, the second-ce team that got promoted was Nottingham Forest with 83 points, while Crystal Pce, the first ce, earned 90 points. There are 46 matches in total, so we have some leeway to drop points early on; I don''t want to put too much pressure on the team. Moreover, we must recognize that our victory over Shrewsbury yesterday was fundamentally due to their tactical errors, and not a significant gap in overall team strength. Jensen, what you say is very practical. Winning three matches and losing four would earn us more points than seven draws, but I don''t see it that way."


    The coaching staff frowned, staring intently at Aldrich, eager to hear his thoughts.


    "Our starting eleven yesterday had an average age of around 21. If we exclude the 25-year-old goalkeeper Keller, the average age of the other ten yers may be even lower. They cannot bear the weight of failure, nor can we ept it. Losing brings about doubts, distrust, disappointment, and loss of motivation. The yers'' focus could easily be scattered. At this critical phase of building confidence and mutual trust, losing is the biggest taboo! A draw, for a young team like ours, would not be demoralizing; it might even be considered a victory. Losing one goal would elicit regret or discontent from the yers. Losing two goals might lead to selffort, which could be seen as normal. Losing three goals is a blow; four goals, however, leaves a significant shadow in the yers'' minds and could be contagious, spreading throughout the entire team and eventually leading to copse."


    Aldrich''s calm words sent a shockwave through the coaching staff.


    In reality, these coaches were also quite young, and the most direct responsibility for the team was reflected in the league standings, as umting points was nearly the primary goal.


    Aldrich tapped the table lightly and said, "Alright, from now on, we must forget about yesterday''s victory and not pay attention to where we rank in the table. Our focus should be on how to build this team into a morepetitive unit, not just on the individual growth of yers but also on shaping the team''s character and spirit. This is what we should concentrate on. Once we get these aspects right, I believe victories wille naturally."


    The coaches let out a collective sigh of relief and exchanged smiles, suddenly realizing that Aldrich didn''t seem like an 18-year-old head coach. Even they held some quick-fix ambitions, while Aldrich remained unusually calm at this moment.


    Nobody knew that Aldrich had a life experience surpassing forty years deep within him.


    Bob suddenly voiced his concern, "Patrick made a mistake in yesterday''s game. Although he has calmed down, I worry this might weigh on him. I suggest allowing him to begin by getting familiar with English football, perhaps letting him y in the youth or reserve team matches, but certainly don''t rush him onto the league stage."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement, saying, "This is precisely my focus for today''s meeting. We have many young yers in the team with no prior professional league experience, and some have only yed in the youth level. Therefore, I want to discuss the schedules for the reserve and youth teams, so that these young yers can gradually gain experience."


    Previously, Millwall didn''t participate in the reserve league; only the youth league existed to develop young yers, but results had been minimal. After Aldrich took over, any yers from the first team who couldn''t be sold or felt they still had potential, were moved down to the reserve team, sufficient in number to form a squad, thus entering the reserve league this season.


    Jensen presented two schedules: one for the reserve team and one for the youth team.


    Aldrich said, "Call the coaches of the reserve and youth teams, and have them bring yer information. We not only want the yers to participate in reserve and youth matches, but we also need to design tactics consistent with the first team''s approach, and ensure that other yers support the growth of these young yers."


    In essence, it meant that other yers, whom Aldrich deemed hopeless, would serve as practice partners for the promising ones.


    Such practices were tacitly epted in English clubs; even Manchester United did it, surrounding their outstanding prospects with some obscure young yers for training, even leading to legal disputes, but ultimately it fizzled out.


    Now, with Millwall in reconstruction, the youth and reserve teams were more like decorations, so Aldrich''s direct involvement in both teams'' nning was entirely appropriate.


    For two consecutive days, Aldrich and the entire coaching staff studied the technical characteristics of the team''s yers, designing tactics to allow the younger yers more opportunities to practice, while instilling these ns into the coaches of the youth and reserve teams.


    By Wednesday, Aldrich began researching intelligence on the weekend''s opponent, Sundend. The coaching staff had hardly taken a day off; while they usually supervised yers'' training, they convened when the yers rested to prepare for the weekend''s match.


    Although he woke up early and returnedte every day, Aldrich didn''t feel fatigued at all; instead, he found life very fulfilling. He left home early and returnedte, with little time for anything else besides sleep.


    In Friday''s pre-match preparation meeting, Aldrich noticed the first-team yers seemed more serious than they had been at the same timest week. Their expressions were solemn, and each person''s eyes were fixed on Aldrich, ears perked up, ready to absorb his tactical arrangements.


    Seeing this scene, Aldrich understood �� after the previous match''s 4-0 victory over Shrewsbury, he had already established a foundation of trust with the yers.


    This is great; listen to me, and you won''t go wrong!


    Jensen began sketching tactics on the board while Aldrich calmly addressed the yers, "Our next league opponent is Sundend. Last season, they ranked in the middle of the league. They do not have striking characteristics, as they scored the fewest goals among the top twelve teams and also conceded goals towards the middle of the table. From theirst match where they drew against the weak-performing Bristol City, they seem focused more on defense this season. However, since it''s their home ground, we need to be cautious of any unexpected setbacks."


    Aldrich patiently analyzed the opponent''s attacking tactics for the team, highlighting areas to be cautious of during defense. He then referred to the formation diagram on the tactical board, saying: "Their defense mostlypresses near the penalty area and doesn''t give us much space. Therefore, in attack, our two forwards need to constantly reposition to create passing opportunities. Robert and Bernd, your passing routes should connect with the corresponding side forward. When the forward makes a diagonal run into the channel, pass the ball toward that side. After receiving the ball, the forwards can either square it into the box or pull it back outside the box, where Bernd and Robert can support. Pavel can step up to link the front-line attack, ensuring the ball is always moving and not lingering too long on one side or with one yer. Got it?"


    The attentive yers responded in unison, "Got it, boss!"


    Aldrich pped his hands and said, "Good, the meeting is over. Let''s y a beautiful match tomorrow, but remember, don''t treat the opponent as just any team, every match should be treated as if it were the most important game."

 Chapter 23: Damn it!

    <h4>Chapter 23: Damn it!</h4>


    Most of the clubs in Ennd have been using stadiums built in thete 1990s since the 21st century, a change brought about by the Taylor Report following the Hillsborough disaster, which mandated that football clubs must have seated stadiums. Consequently, in the early 1990s, most clubs had to rebuild their stadiums. Millwall originally had such ns, but they were halted by Aldrich because the proposed new stadium would only have a capacity of twenty thousand, and despite the cost not exceeding twenty million pounds, Aldrich dismissed it.


    Sundend, the ck Cats, is in a simr situation; their Light Stadium is still under construction, while their old ground, Roker Park, had a capacity of just over ten thousand, making renovations and expansions virtually impossible. This was also the status quo for English club stadiums in the 1990s. After decades of development, the area avable for stadium expansion had diminished significantly, with many stadiums surrounded by residential buildings, forcing clubs to seek newnd for their construction projects.


    Millwall and Sundend have little animosity between them, and the ck Cats'' fans are quite restrained. When Aldrich stood at the side of Roker Park directing the game, the stadium felt somewhat quiet. asionally, when Aldrich turned to nce at the fans in the stands, he noticed several curious nces directed at him, but there was little hostility.


    Once the match began, Aldrich realized he had underestimated the situation.


    From nearly the first minute, Millwall had seized control of the game.


    Though Sundend was ying at home, their attacking effortscked intensity. Their traditional long ball tactics meant the ball often flew from Sundend''s half to Millwall''s defensive zone. When the opposing forwards failed to retrieve the ball, it turned into an opportunity for Millwall tounch their attacks. Sundend''s defense was extremely conservative, with defenderspacting and four midfielders lingering back. Although Millwall was the more proactive side, only five yers managed to cross half the field during attacks, resulting in few coordinated ys and ack of fluidity, as Sundend continually disrupted their passes.


    Aldrich frowned as he looked towards Sundend''s coach, who was equally an unknown figure in the coaching world.


    Conflicted thoughts ran through his mind: Is this a tactic to feign weakness? Are they trying to lure Millwall into an aggressive push forward?


    After watching a bit longer, Aldrich returned to the bench and muttered, "What the hell! What is Sundend doing?!"


    This is their home ground! ying so conservatively, do they only want a draw?


    Jensen leaned in and whispered, "I just overheard some fans talking behind us. It seems there are internal conflicts within Sundend. That coach next door is new this season."


    Aldrich was aware that they had changed managers this season but was unsure about the internal situation in the team. He turned to Jensen and said softly, "Could Sundend be doing this on purpose? Trying to lure us intomitting more yers forward in attack?"


    Jensen shook his head, hesitant to make any judgment.


    Regardless of the situation, this could lead Aldrich to alter his tactics, and if the match ended in a defeat, the consequences would be significant.


    Aldrich continued to watch the field, and during a confrontation for the ball, Trezeguet lost out, allowing the ball to be headed away from the penalty area by an opposing defender. Pir��s emerged at the edge of the penalty area and shot on the volley!


    The stands erupted in a chorus of gasps.


    Aldrich straightened up to observe the beautiful strike but saw the ball sail just above the crossbar and behind the.


    He opened his mouth and sighed silently.


    The pace on the field wasn''t fast, but the situation was tense; ground assaults couldn''t get going, and crosses from the wings posed little threat in the penalty area. Even the few attempts at goal were very forced.


    Thirty minutes had passed in the first half, and Aldrich confirmed that Sundend was only aiming to hold onto a draw at home, or perhaps they were genuinely trying to lure Millwall out of position. If Millwall didn''t significantly press forward, they wouldn''t change their conservative tactics.


    Aldrich felt a bit helpless; he and his team truly couldn''t afford to lose at this stage. It wasn''t about league points being particrly important; losing would deal a heavy blow to team morale and have psychological effects.


    Gradually, Aldrich calmed his inner anxiety. He was an open-minded person; if the objective was a draw, then as long as they didn''t concede, he shouldn''t be too anxious. If he underestimated the opponent and rashly changed tactics, they might fail to secure even a draw, which would be counterproductive.


    Watching the state of y, Aldrich furrowed his brow once again.


    The two forwards at the front, Larsen was constantly making active runs to pull defenders out, while Trezeguet seemed to be increasingly despondent, matching against the opposing defenders in a physical sh, trying to take shots even knowing that opportunities were slim.


    With no change in tactics, Aldrich could only employ different pieces on the chessboard.


    He turned back and beckoned Solskj?r.


    Solskj?r had been focused on the game when he noticed the coach signaling to him; he appeared surprised and pointed to himself as if to ask, "Me?"


    Aldrich nodded, and Solskj?r immediately stood up and came to Aldrich''s side. He assumed he was going to be brought on, even though there were still thirty-five minutes left in the first half.


    Aldrich only gestured for Jensen to give Solskj?r some space before having him sit beside him.


    Solskj?r felt bewildered and awkwardly took a seat in the assistant coach''s spot. He heard Aldrich, still gazing at the field, softly ask, "Do you want to y?"


    Of course!


    Solskj?r nodded emphatically, replying, "Absolutely!"


    "What will you do when youe on?"


    "Score!"


    "How will you score? The ball won''t just roll to your feet, nor will it just fly into the opponent''s goal if you touch it casually."


    Solskj?r fell silent, and Aldrich then turned and looked at him seriously, saying in a low voice, "Ole, you are a smart yer. Even sitting here, you can utilize your football wisdom. While you''re here, observe the game carefully. Your sole purpose foring on is to score! But how will you score? Where are the weaknesses in their defense? You need to think about what to do when you step onto the pitch."


    Solskj?r''s eagerness to enter the game diminished somewhat; he sat quietly next to Aldrich, keenly observing the situation on the field as Aldrich exined to him where the opposing defenders were vulnerable during attacks. In situations where they didn''t have a numerical advantage, flexible movement to position himself effectively could create dangerous situations.


    Soon, the first half ended with the score still at 0:0.


    Back in the locker room, Aldrich praised the team''s performance in the first half but didn''t make any tactical adjustments. It was clear that Sundend had more yers in defense; unless Aldrich pushed Nedved further forward or enabled the fullbacks to assist in attacks, there would be no way to break through their numerical advantage in defense. However, that would be risky; under the goal of reinforcing the defensive system, Aldrich wouldn''t take such a gamble.


    Before the second half began, Aldrich detained Trezeguet, who was preparing toe on, and they walked at the back together, their pace slowing.


    "David, you are a forward, the kind of yer who attracts the most attention on the field. Your goals can crush the morale of the entire opposing team, not just affect a single yer. In the second half, don''t get caught up in battles with their defenders; evading them, getting past them, and winning the ball��none of this matters. The only thing that counts is putting the ball in their. If you do that, you win. Everything else, whether you win or lose, is insignificant. Do you understand?"


    Aldrich spoke to Trezeguet in a calm tone. Trezeguet rubbed his smooth head; he knew he hadn''t performed well in thetter part of the first half, primarily because he had been too focused on going up against the opposing defenders. Young yers sometimes act impulsively and get stuck in rigid thinking; this is entirely normal.


    "Boss, I understand," Trezeguet replied firmly.


    Aldrich patted his back encouragingly, "Good, don''t put too much pressure on yourself. Just y ording to the pre-match strategy, and go now."


    After Aldrich''s guidance, Trezeguet''s movement and involvement improved significantly at the start of the second half.


    However, perhaps due to Sundend''s defensive foundation already being solidified from the first half, they still denied Larsen and Trezeguet any opportunities.


    It wasn''t until the 55th minute that Larsen received a ball just outside the penalty area, deftly flicking it over, and it leaped into the back post of the penalty area. Trezeguet, understanding the situation, drifted to the back post and headed towards goal!


    Before this, Trezeguet''s runs had clearly evaded the defender marking him, and facing such a good opportunity, Trezeguet powerfully directed his header toward Sundend''s goal.


    Aldrich stood up, eagerly watching as the ball flew toward Sundend''s, thinking inside: It''s in, it has to be in!


    Bam!


    The ball struck the near post hard and deflected out of y!


    "F*ck! What kind of damn luck does Sundend have?!"


    Aldrich cursed under his breath, visibly displeased.


    Trezeguet knelt on the ground, holding his shaved head in disbelief, feeling despondent after the missed opportunity.


    In the seventieth minute of the match, Aldrich substituted Trezeguet with the warmed-up Solskj?r. He didn''t need to give Solskj?r much instruction, and as he walked over to Trezeguet, who seemed somewhat reluctant to leave, Aldrichforted him, "David, I''m generally satisfied with your performance today; you justcked a bit of luck."


    "Boss, give me ten more minutes��no, just five! I can score," Trezeguet insisted like a stubborn child.


    Aldrich smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Stop being childish. There are still forty-four matches left in the league. I could let you y a full ny minutes in every game, but then you''d probably only make it half a season. Is that what you want?"


    Trezeguet had to concede to reality; he knew that proper rest was necessary, especially since Millwall was about to enter a week of double fixtures.


    Aldrich didn''t return to the coaching seat; he stood at the side of the pitch, hoping to keep the yers alert and continue with the tactical n. With only fifteen minutes left in the second half, Aldrich felt that if they could secure a draw, he had nothing to regret.

 Chapter 24: The eve of the revenge war

    <h4>Chapter 24: The eve of the revenge war</h4>


    As the match between Millwall and Sundend in League One entered the fortieth minute of the second half, almost everyone believed that the two teams would settle for a draw.


    Even Aldrich felt that a handshake would be a fair conclusion, considering Millwall was still not capable of delivering an outstandingly fluid attack.


    But surprises often arrive quietly when you least expect them.


    Schneider received the ball on the right side. Throughout the previous eighty minutes, he would typically cross from the wing at a 45-degree angle or make a through pass to exploit gaps between the opponent''s full-backs and center-backs. However, this time, after a feint that deceived the opposing defender, he dribbled the ball sideways, moving closer to the center, where he found an opening to pass and directed the ball toward the right side of the penalty arc.


    A Sundend midfielder saw a Millwall yer retreating from the penalty area toward Schneider''s passing line.


    Solskj?r!


    Since recing Trezeguet, he hadn''t ventured deep into the box but had been moving around the area, annoying the Sundend defenders without creating a substantial threat.


    Yet at this moment, he suddenly appeared at the edge of the penalty area, unmarked by any defenders.


    With his body half-turned toward the goal, Solskj?r felt a calmness as he faced Schneider''s pass. Since he had been observing the dynamics of the game from the bench, finding himself in this position to receive the ball wasn''t idental!


    If it weren''t for the still-undeveloped chemistry with his teammates, he believed he wouldn''t have to wait for over ten minutes aftering on to receive such a good opportunity.


    The penalty area was crowded, and Solskj?r knew he had no space to dribble, not even enough time to control the ball and turn. Thus, he had already decided what to do the moment before receiving the ball.


    Shoot!


    And it had to be a difficult shot!


    He met the rolling ball with the inside of his right foot and delicately curved it toward the top right corner of Sundend''s goal!


    After striking the ball, Solskj?r lifted his head, his gaze intensely following the ball as it soared like a rainbow.


    But the next second, he was dumbfounded.


    The ball bounced out of the penalty area!


    Solskj?r immediately raised his right hand, striking his right arm with his left hand, and turned to shout at the referee, "Handball! Handball!"


    His shot had struck the arm of a leaping Sundend defender, which then caused the ball to bounce out; otherwise, Solskj?r was sure it would have been a spectacr goal!


    The other Millwall yers also raised their arms, pleading with the referee.


    Almost simultaneously, the referee blew his whistle and, with a stern expression, pointed decisively to the penalty spot in the Sundend area.


    Penalty!


    Upon seeing the referee''s prompt penalty decision, Sundend yers quickly gathered around...


    Aldrich, standing on the sidelines, was momentarily taken aback. He was too far away to determine if it was indeed a handball or whether the opposing yer''s arm had been extended to erge the defensive area. He instinctively shouted, "That was a handball!" Once he saw the penalty was awarded, he stopped protesting and began to apud.


    The home fans jeered at the referee, while Sundend yers protested to no avail.


    Millwall''s designated penalty taker, Larsen, stood at the penalty spot. Under the pressure of the crowd''s boos, Larsen confidently sent the ball into the corner.


    Millwall led 1-0 away!


    After the penalty was scored, Aldrich sighed with relief.


    No matter what, securing a win is always more pleasing than settling for a draw.


    He pped for the yers on the sidelines, then collected himself and urged them to focus on solidifying their defense.


    There were three minutes left in the match, with around five minutes of stoppage time.


    Sundend, trailing at home, was naturally unwilling to ept defeat, and during the final five minutes, theyunched a fierce counterattack but failed to breach Millwall''s defense.


    Yet, in the final minute of stoppage time, Stam''s header clearance sent the ball to the right, and Thuram''s clearance turned into a counterattack. Larsen headed the ball backward from the center circle. Not far away, Solskj?r sprinted forward into Sundend''s half. With Sundend pushing forward, Solskj?r sessfully stayed onside and was clear on goal!


    Facing the advancing goalkeeper, Solskj?r confidently slotted the ball into the bottom right corner of the from outside the penalty area.


    2-0.


    In less than twenty minutes on the field, Solskj?r performed brilliantly in his first professional match.


    After earning a penalty and scoring a goal, he helped Millwall secure all three points away, boosting the team''s confidence and cohesion.


    After the match, Aldrich hurriedly shook hands with Sundend''s head coach and then entered the yers'' tunnel. In the mixed zone, he gave only a few brief remarks during the interview.


    "Sundend yed quite steadily; we won not just because of our stable performance but also due to a bit of luck. I hope fortune continues to smile upon us."


    With back-to-back victories, Millwall remained at the top of the rankings, but Aldrich was less concerned about that.


    In the following period, Millwall would begin a week of consecutive matches.


    After three days of rest, Millwall weed their first-round opponent in the League Cup at home: Plymouth, a team from the fourth tier.


    In this match, Aldrich rotated the entire squad, fielding a team of substitutes.


    Goalkeeper Bund; defenders Phil Neville, Dean Richards, Marco Materazzi, and Zambrotta.


    Midfielders Beckham, Vieira, Back, and Glenn J les.


    Forwards Kevin Phillips and Solskj?r.


    The average age of this lineup was neen.


    While Aldrich had no particr expectations for the cup, it didn''t mean he would easily abandon the match; even in defeat, it had to be a valuable one.


    Throughout the game, he continuously directed from the sidelines, loudly urging the yers to move into position.


    The attacking focal points of this lineup were through the center and right side, contrasting with the main lineup; Aldrich restricted Nedv��d''s offensive creativity, granting Back more freedom to advance, while on the right, Beckhams'' pinpoint long passes were like precision-guided missiles. Even if Beckham''s curved delivery hadn''t yet be legendary, his long balls could create several threats through ten or twenty attempts, achieving what Aldrich envisioned.


    On the left, Glenn J les was incredibly fast,parable to an athlete in a hundred-meter dash. Aldrich encouraged him to make runs and create threats down that nk.


    The first-round League Cup match against Plymouth was far from sensational; the ball seemed to just fly back and forth above. Nheless, Millwall yers showcased the qualities Aldrich wanted to see.


    Ultimately, the standout yers were Kevin Phillips, whoted a hat-trick, and Beckham, who impressed with his precise long passes.


    The final score was 4-3.


    After Back''s rampant offensive forays, the defensive barrier was left to Vieira. Although he didn''t perform poorly, he revealed several ws, allowing Plymouth''s attackingbinations to face Millwall''s young and inexperienced defensefortably.


    Plymouth had far more clear-cut scoring opportunities than Millwall throughout the match. If it weren''t for Bund''s remarkable saves, Millwall''s Cup journey might have ended in this opening game.


    After the match, Aldrich praised the entire team, noting that for many yers without professional experience, winning in their debut was a significant achievement.


    In four days, Aldrich would wee an opponent that left Millwall fans unhappy: Derby County.


    The memory of the promotion yoff three months ago was still fresh, where Derby County had triumphed over Millwall with an aggregate score of 5-1, blocking their path to the Premier League.


    After the match, a small-scale conflict had erupted between the fans of both teams.


    For the tactical setup for this match, Aldrich still followed the n from the previous two games, but he needed to galvanize the entire team''s emotions during the preparation meeting.


    With three consecutive wins to start the new season, the team''s morale was high, and confidence was abundant.


    The yers were increasingly convinced by Aldrich.


    During the team meeting, after analyzing the opponent Derby County, Aldrich paused and did not announce the end of the meeting but instead fell into a period of silence.


    The yers exchanged nces, unsure why their boss had suddenly stopped speaking.


    Aldrich pursed his lips in a dissatisfied expression, surveying the team and raising an eyebrow, "Do you know what the rtionship between Derby County and us is?"


    Most of the yers, who had only been in Ennd for less than three months, looked confused and truly had no interest in the team''s history.


    Even Beckham and Neville appeared perplexed.


    Derby County was a team from Derby, having no direct ties to Millwall; historically, there was no insurmountable grudge.


    Only Southgate, present in London, seemed to ponder this.


    "It seems Gareth knows. You tell everyone," Aldrich prompted.


    Pointed out by Aldrich, Southgate shrugged and said, "Derby County is our enemy fromst season; tomorrow is a match of revenge for us."


    Upon hearing Southgate''s words, there were still yers who expressed confusion.


    Aldrich maintained a serious face and said, "Exactly, tomorrow is about revenge. To be honest, if Millwall had beaten Derby Countyst season, we could very well be ying in the top league now. But because we lost to that damned, disappointing Derby County, we remained in the second tier. Look at how bad Derby County has performed in the past two weeks. They lost to Barnsley and drew with Luton. Damn, it''s justughable. How didst season''s Millwall lose to this trash? It''s precisely because of the one point Derby County earned in the first two matches that they areing to the Den tomorrow, desperate to take three points from us. After all, just three months ago, they stepped over Millwall''s corpse to reach Wembley, and although they ultimately lost to Leicester City, to them, we''re nothing but pushovers who can help them regain confidence and relive the taste of victory. What should we do? Should we walk over and politely tell them thatst season''s Millwall is not our business? Who the hell would listen to that? All I want is to see them crying as they head back home after the match."

 Chapter 25: The Battle of Revenge

    <h4>Chapter 25: The Battle of Revenge</h4>


    Last season, Derby County suffered a major setback when they lost to the rtively less hostile Leicester City in the y-off final and missed the opportunity to be promoted to the Premier League. It was a heavy blow to a Derby side that was without any stars, and the specter of that defeat lingered until the start of the season.


    In the first two league games, they faced weaker opponents, with one draw and one loss, as if they were suddenly at a loss and unable to regain their strong formst season.


    On the match day in the afternoon, Aldrich walked out of the locker room and paid special attention to the expressions of the Derby County yers as he passed through the yer tunnel. He noticed that they were full of energy and fighting spirit, likely indicating that they had conducted an internal mobilization before the match, determined to win.


    This was good!


    Aldrich wasn''t afraid of facing spirited teams. The more ambitious the opponents were, the more they could help his squad grow rapidly. At the same time, their fighting spirit allowed for greater tactical flexibility in his defensive counterattacks.


    Conversely, Aldrich dreaded encountering teams that yed conservatively, as this would diminish his team''s opportunity to express themselves in attack.


    As he stepped out of the yers'' tunnel, the raucous sounds of the Lion''s Den Stadium filled his ears. Amidst themotion, Aldrich calmly walked toward the home team''s bench.


    "Aldrich! Aldrich!"


    Surprised to hear someone calling his name from the stands nearby, Aldrich paused and looked in the direction of the voice.


    He saw a young male fan waving a poster and shouting his name. Upon noticing Aldrich''s gaze, the fan shouted louder, "Aldrich, hey! It''s Brady! Do you remember me? Come over and give me an autograph, you little rascal!"


    Aldrich chuckled softly, recognizing the young man who was roughly his age. With a fresh face and a sprinkling of freckles hardly noticeable unless one looked closely, Brady waved his hand at Aldrich as if it were the most natural thing in the world.


    Next to Brady were a few other youths, and Aldrich instantly recognized them as his childhood friends.


    Though Aldrich had spent years studying across Europe, he still returned to London for a period each year. Aside from attending his coaching courses in Ennd, he would often gather with these old pals.


    Aldrich moved closer to the edge of the stand, where Brady handed him the poster and a pen.


    The poster was a promotional one for Millwall''s current season, featuring a youthful and handsome Aldrich at the center, with other first-team yers striking cool poses behind him, set against the backdrop of the football field.


    Aldrich signed his name on the poster underneath his own image and handed it back, chuckling, "How have you been?"


    Brady nced down at the poster, grinning, "I''m studying at the University of East London. It''s going alright."


    Seeing Brady get an autograph, the friends nearby mored for Aldrich''s signature too. Some wanted him to sign their jerseys, while others held out caps.


    "Let''s grab a drink after the match, same old ce."


    As Aldrich signed away, he noted that more and more fans were asking for autographs, with many imitating the others. At this rate, it seemed Aldrich would be busy signing until night fell.


    Brady shed a bright smile, feigning a threatening expression as he asked, "Aldrich, are we going to win today? That damn Derby County really gets on my nerves!"


    Aldrich returned the pen to Brady without answering his question, making a gesture of apology to the fans still requesting signatures. He shrugged at Brady before turning back toward the team bench.


    "Damn it! Aldrich, if you lose this match, watch out for a beating from us! Especially for that pretty face of yours!"


    Upon hearing this, Aldrich turned around, smiling as he raised his middle finger at Brady.


    The surrounding fans erupted in gasps at Aldrich''s gesture.


    But Brady and his friends burst intoughter, yelling back at Aldrich, "Aldrich, if you dare to lose today, we''ll take you down! Hahaha."


    The surrounding fans quickly realized that Aldrich knew these young men well, and that middle finger was merely a joke between peers.


    Understanding this, theughter grew louder.


    Millwall''s fans were working-ss; they were no gentlemen. Their behavior and speech were anything but refined, and they found rudeness absolutely normal.


    Aldrich, yfully raising his middle finger to his friend, resembled a rebellious young man, much to the amusement of the fans. Even older supporters chuckled at the sight, as if it reminded them of their own youthful days.


    If Aldrich constantly behaved like an elegant upper-ss gentleman, it would create a sense of distance and unfamiliarity, making it hard for them to ept him. In contrast, Aldrich, who carried the essence of working-ss values, was far more easily embraced and weed.


    Since the match had yet to start, the broadcasting cameras had not captured Aldrich''s earlier gesture; otherwise, it surely would have made headlines.


    As usual, Aldrich stood at the front of the coaching area, his hands in his pockets, calmly awaiting the start of the match.


    Before the kickoff, fans in the stands were already starting to provoke one another.


    "5-1! 5-1! 5-1!"


    The Derby County fans in one corner of the stadium could only chant the painful score from three months ago, directing their taunts toward Millwall.


    Meanwhile, the Millwall fans responded sourly, shouting, "The cowards lost to Leicester City at Wembley!"


    So what if they won against us?


    Weren''t they still stuck in League One?!


    And now we''re at the top of the table while they''re battling relegation!


    There wasn''t much enmity between the two teams; it was merely a simple revenge match.


    It was like fighting with strangers.


    Three months ago, Derby County had soundly trounced Millwall; today, Millwall aimed to crush Derby County in return. Once the match ended, the memories would soon fade, distinguishing it from the deeply entrenched rivalry that spanned generations.


    The verbal battle among the fans in the stands had begun, and the game kicked off with the referee''s whistle.


    As expected, Derby Countyunched a vigorous attack right from the start, attempting to seize the initiative.


    In the first thirty seconds, they took a shot from outside the box. Though it missed the target significantly, it served as a warning.


    In contrast, Millwall remainedposed, seemingly struggling to adjust to Derby''s aggressive pressing. Turam, in a hasty clearance, inadvertently passed the ball back to a Derby yer, forcing Mak��l��l�� tomit a foul to thwart the attack.


    Within three minutes, Derby County''s high pressing left Millwall gasping for breath.


    The fans in the stands were visibly anxious.


    What''s happening?


    Are we going to lose?!


    Standing calmly on the sidelines, Aldrich kept his hands in his suit pockets.


    Deep down, he felt more excited than worried.


    Aldrich had mentioned Derby''s high pressing during the preparation meetings. The yers surely took note; however, the pace in the previous two matches had been noticeably slow. Even when Shrewsbury pressed hard, it was merely high balls. Compared tost season''s near-ascendance Derby County, both Shrewsbury and Sundend fell short by a level.


    Millwall''s yers simply needed time to adapt. Once they steadied their minds and adjusted, everything would fall into ce.


    In the long-standing tradition of the gritty League One, set pieces were a vital avenue for scoring. So when Derby County won a free kick in the attacking third, most of their yers surged forward.


    The ball was lofted into the box, and amidst a scramble for headers, Stam warded off a Derby County yer, leaping to powerfully clear the ball from the box, directing it deliberately toward the left nk at the back.


    The ball bounced on the grass, and just before Derby County yers could seize it, Pires lightly flicked it forward with his right foot, the ball soaring in a graceful arc over the Derby defenders'' heads. Then, Pires sprinted ahead, finding himself in ample space.


    At that moment, Aldrich''s right hand shot out from his pocket, aggressively waving toward the Derby goal as he shouted, "Go for it! No dilly-dallying!"


    Honestly, Aldrich didn''t need to give directions. After two games and thorough training, Millwall''s attacking quartet already knew what to do at this moment.


    Pires was charging forward with the ball.


    Larsson and Trezeguet stretched their positions, running forward in ayered manner.


    Meanwhile, Schneider was rapidly advancing along the right nk.


    The fans in the stands erupted in cheers, witnessing an exhrating scene.


    In the blink of an eye, just seconds ago, Derby County''s free kick posed a threat to Millwall''s goal, and now Millwall''s four yers dashed forward like athletes on their respective tracks.


    Two Derby yersgged behind, following Larsson and Trezeguet closely, while Pires, in possession of the ball, was being fervently pursued by a Derby defender from the side.


    As Pires approached the halfway line, heunched a long pass. The ball soared high, crossing the entire pitch as it flew to the right.


    Unmarked, Schneider was positioned perfectly to receive the ball.


    However, executing such a long pass at high speed demanded exceptional technical skill from the yer.


    It would be a real pity to waste such a golden opportunity.


    Millwall''s fans fervently prayed that Schneider would definitely catch this long pass.


    Standing at the sidelines, Aldrich''s heart pounded like thunder.


    What unfolded before him was the perfect embodiment of his counterattack strategy.


    The yers surged forward in a rapid counterattack, the ball carrier didn''t dwell on the ball, swiftly advancing through the space into the opponent''s half, leaving the opponents no time to set up their defense and making it impossible for them to chase back!


    He had faith in Schneider!


    If Pires'' pass were to miss its mark, no one could contest that, but the trajectory was perfectly on point. As one of the most technically skilled German yers of his generation, Schneider could handle a stop during a rapid run with ease if he executed well.


    Sure enough, Schneider, bolting down the right corridor, gently controlled the ball with the arch of his right foot, perfectly cushioning the impact��the embarrassing scenario of "the ball stopping two meters away" simply did not ur with him.


    The technique and fluidity in his receiving action were a visual delight.


    After stopping, Schneider didn''t dribble forward. His speed wasn''t his forte; if he advanced with the ball, it would instead grant Derby more time to set up their defense. Hence, he yed a half-height cross angled toward the left front, just outside Derby County''s box.


    The ball traced another arc through the air.


    Millwall''s two forwards raced toward the Derby goal alongside two defenders, with Schneider''s pass ced perfectly in front of them. A Derby defender lunged desperately at the very front but could not poke the ball away from passing through.


    Trezeguet, evading a sliding tackle from a defender, narrowly missed his chance at the near post but continued to sprint forward.


    On the left, Larsson, already in position, faced the ball thatnded before him. He lightly flicked it with his left foot, leaving the pursuing Derby County defender in disbelief, almost prepared to take him down just outside the box. Yet, unexpected as it was, while the ball was in motion, Larsson opened up a chance at a one-on-one but instead passed the opportunity to his teammate!


    The ball was yed back into the middle, where an unmarked Trezeguet adjusted slightly before unleashing a powerful shot!


    As the ball thundered into the, the opposing goalkeeper stood frozen. On the sidelines, Aldrich raised his fists in triumph, turning with augh, "This is simply incredible!"


    The swift transition from defense to attack culminating in a goal within 11 seconds sent Millwall''s fans into a frenzy, transforming the Lion''s Den Stadium into a jubnt ocean!


    The Millwall yers responsible for this ssic goal during their full-speed sprint resembled the blue lion on the club''s crest in the eyes of the fans!


    The entire Lion''s Den Stadium seemed to emit a roaring cheer that could shake the world!

 Chapter 26: Tornado of Youth

    <h4>Chapter 26: Tornado of Youth</h4>


    After Trezeguet scored, he turned and pointed at Larsson with a big grin, sprinting over to celebrate with his teammates. The Millwall yers gathered around, reveling in the moment.


    Feeling a bit parched after the excitement, Aldrich hurried back to grab a bottle of water. Although he wasn''t on the pitch himself, directing the game from the sidelines and absorbing every moment kept his adrenaline pumping.


    If he could have heard thementary from the League One broadcast, he would have been thrilled by the announcer''s astonishment at Millwall''s goal.


    "11 seconds! An incredible goal! A delightful y! Stam heads it clear, and Pir��s takes the ball, dribbling just under twenty meters before shifting it from the left side of the pitch to Schnider on the right. The Germand made a decisive diagonal pass into the middle, and Trezeguet finds the back of the! During this attack, only five Millwall yers touched the ball, and there was no hesitation. Their speed left the Derby County yers in their dust, with pinpoint passing that pushed the game forward without a single step back until the ball found its way into the! We underestimated Aldrich and Millwall; they''re not creating these thrilling goals by ident! Millwall is like a whirlwind, stirring up a storm of youthfulness..."


    On the other side, Derby County''s coach looked stunned, seemingly taken aback by the turn of events.


    But he was already in a tough spot; with a draw and a loss in the first two matches, another loss would likely see his team drop to the bottom of the league standings.


    He pped his hands on the sidelines to encourage his yers, hoping to uplift their spirits and push for a goal.


    "Hey, guys, there''s still plenty of time left! Don''t let your heads hang low! Last season, we scored nearly ten goals against them! We can outscore them again!"


    His words lifted Derby County''s spirits, and the yers rallied together to mount a series of threatening attacks after the kickoff.


    Aldrich heard the opposing coach''s motivational shout, his words cutting through the noise of the match. The history fromst season was undeniable; Derby County had scored a total of nine goals against Millwall in their two league encounters and their yoff match.


    With a determined look, Aldrich set down his water bottle and stepped to the sideline, raising his voice.


    "Their coach says they can score ten goals against us! Did you all hear that?"


    He aimed his shout toward Millwall''s half, and except for Lucas Neil at the far end, who might not have caught it, the other yers heard him loud and clear.


    Instantly, Millwall''s yers sharpened their focus. Defensive duties became more resolute, each yer moving with precision and intent, determined to give Derby no opportunities at all.


    The crowd in the stands felt conflicted.


    Though their team was leading by one, nearly all the yers were concentrated in their half, with the ball being yed back and forth there.


    Their two forwards, Larsson and Trezeguet, seemed far removed from Derby''s penalty area, hovering around the center circle.


    This was contrary to Ennd''s football development over the past decade.


    In this era, there''s a prevailing theory in English football that towering forwards should crowd the penalty area to create direct threats, thus making a style focused on high balls quite popr, which distanced the game from scoring opportunities.


    Trezeguet and Larsson''s presence around the center circle appeared tock urgency, even making them seem a bit lethargic.


    Yet, they were keenly observing the positioning of Derby''s defense.


    In their minds, they clearly recalled Aldrich''s tactical exnation during yesterday''s pre-game briefing.


    "Derby County loves to employ a high-pressing, aggressive style. If they can sessfully impose this on the opponent early in the game and score, they''ll continue relentless pressure until the other side breaks down. Their defenders stay closely attached to in-form forwards, rushing to intercept the ball ormitting fouls to stop the attack. Henrik and David, listen carefully: don''t get caught in physical tussles with their defenders. Drop back towards midfield and pay attention to their defensive positioning. They might not always stick to you, but they will habitually press up close at certain moments, creating a significant gap behind them. When that opportunity arises, a cross from one of the nks will send the ball behind their defense. Let''s race! In all of League One��even in the Premier League��there are few defenders who can turn and catch up with our forwards. That will be our time to shine."


    Aldrich always subtly praised the yers'' strengths while strategizing, fueling their motivation to implement his tactics.


    However, Derby''s high-pressure style had been effective for quite a while. They closely marked Millwall''s yers involved in building up their offense; though they didn''t always manage to disrupt every y, they certainly wouldn''t allow any effective buildup.


    The tempo of Millwall''s defensive y continued until the forty-minute mark of the first half. After sustained pressure, Derby County started showing signs of frustration, their defense also bingx.


    Southgate intercepted a ball from Derby''s forward at the edge of the penalty area, but instead of mindlessly clearing it, he kept his cool.


    Among the center-backs, Southgate''s footwork was noticeably superior to Stam''s. In Aldrich''s strategy, Southgate was not only responsible for defensive duties but also for distribution after winning the ball.


    Pir��s waved for the ball from a gap in the middle of the pitch, and Southgate delivered a precise pass through the crowd.


    After receiving the ball, Pir��s shifted sideways, evading the approaching interception from Derby''s yers. Then he nced toward the forwards and lifted the ball into the opponent''s half.


    For over thirty minutes before this, Pir��s had been looking to coborate with the wingers for key passes, relying on either Pir��s or Schneider to deliver the deadly ball. However, it hadn''t worked well, as Derby''s yers had been tightly marking both of them, preventing any effective offense.


    So this time, Pir��s chose not to y it wide but to create a threat himself!


    Aldrich marveled at Pir��s''s decision from the sidelines: What a clever yer!


    Although he expected his yers to meticulously follow his tactical ns, spontaneous moments of brilliance were allowed. A yer who could read the game and make the best decisions would always earn Aldrich''s admiration.


    As the ball soared over midfield, it flew above the heads of Derby''s entire backline.


    It wouldnd around forty yards from the goal.


    Derby''s defenders immediately turned to chase back, ready to use their bodies to block Millwall''s forwards.


    But the two center-backs found themselves in a bind.


    Once Pir��s lifted the ball, Larsson and Trezeguet executed a well-timed interchange of runs, leaving Derby''s defenders with no chance for close fouls, creating confusion instead.


    The moment they burst into motion, they unleashed an astonishing burst of speed, both thinking: The boss is brilliant!


    Derby''s defensive line suffered a painful penalty; in mere seconds, Larsson and Trezeguet had opened up a gap of over a meter between them, and that distance only continued to grow.


    Larsson was faster, but knowing he wouldn''t reach the ball''snding spot, Trezeguet peeled away to be a distraction.


    After a brief moment of silence in the once-buzzing Lion''s Den Stadium, both Millwall yers found themselves in a one-on-one situation, closing in on Derby''s penalty area like unleashed beasts. The crowd was holding its collective breath, sensing a brewing storm.


    Larsson reached the falling ball just as Derby''s goalkeeper chose to confront him. With less than three meters separating them, Larsson opted not to shoot and selflessly passed the ball to Trezeguet.


    Trezeguet, who hadgged a step behind, was definitely not offside. He took one touch and surged into the penalty area, already past the line where Derby''s keeper could act.


    The goalkeeper turned to pounce at Trezeguet, but the angle to block the shot was gone.


    Trezeguet continued his dribble toward the byline, dodging the goalkeeper, watching an empty that gave him a thirty-degree shooting angle. But this time, he returned the favor and passed the ball back to Larsson, who had been waiting in front of the and was not anticipating the return.


    With ease, Larsson slotted the ball into the open goal.


    The fans in the stands erupted, all rising to cheer, apuding, and waving their arms, excitement written all over their faces.


    Perhaps because the goal hade too easily, Larsson walked over to Trezeguet, sharing augh and embracing him in celebration.


    Derby''s yers rushed back into their, angering the ball into the goal after feeling frustrated; the mood within their team quickly turned sour.


    On the sideline, Aldrich tightened his fists, pumping them up and down, holding back from celebrating further.


    By halftime, Millwall led 2-0!


    Derby County suffered another goal before the break, a devastating blow to their morale, almost a death knell.


    In the second half, Aldrich made three substitutions and slowed the pace, but Solskj?r,ing off the bench, scored twice in thirty minutes, helping Millwall secure a crushing 4-0 victory over Derby. The stadium echoed with the fans'' chants.


    "Ole, Ole, Ole, oh Ole..."


    Millwall had exacted revenge!


    After three rounds, Millwall topped the standings with three wins, ten goals scored, and none conceded.


    The team, once regarded as underdogs before the season, had finally captured the attention of all their rivals in League One!

 Chapter 27: An Unexpected Reunion

    <h4>Chapter 27: An Unexpected Reunion</h4>


    As the lights began to glow, East London came alive, feeling more like a bustling marketpared to the neon-lit skyscrapers of West London. Inside a spacious pub, small groups of patrons huddled together, drinking and chatting, while the TV reyed a Premier League match that had ended over an hour ago. The owner, a nearly thirty-year-old ck man, was dressed in fitted server attire, diligently polishing sses behind the bar. Whenever a customer ced an order, he would quickly put down the ss to attend to them, behaving politely and often sharingughs with the patrons.


    Aldrich, still in the suit he had worn while managing the match earlier, pushed open the pub door. The moment he entered, the lively chatter erupted in raucous apuse.


    "Hey, look who it is!" Brady''s boomingughter came from the back near the pool table, grabbing everyone''s attention.


    "Wow, Aldrich, you did a great job! At this rate, we''ll definitely be in the Premier League next year!" A drunken stranger gave Aldrich a thumbs-up.


    "Mr. Hall, I like Larson. He''s unique! Reminds me of Teddy. He''s not leaving Millwall, right? We can''t keep selling our good yers to other teams!" A young man in his twenties approached Aldrich, speaking earnestly.


    Does Larson remind the Millwall fans of Sheringham now? Aldrich mused but didn''t really care. He had no special feelings for Sheringham; even after moving to Manchester United, his yearly goals always seemed far below those of top scorers.


    Aldrich patiently chatted with everyone who came over to greet him before finally taking a seat at the bar. He looked over at the ck owner and said with a smile, "Business is doing well, huh? Can''t you afford to hire someone?"


    With a teasing grin, the owner poured Aldrich a small ss of whiskey and replied kindly, "The other guys went for dinner. If it gets busierter, I might struggle to keep up alone; the rush just passed."


    Aldrich thoughtfully nced at the television; the previous rush must have been during the live broadcast of the Premier League match.


    The bar owner was an old friend of Aldrich''s: Sand. From starting out in a video rental store, eight years had passed, and Aldrich had be the head coach while Sand now owned a pub.


    After sipping his whiskey, Aldrich cautioned Sand, "This ce is illegally broadcasting Premier League matches using stolen foreign signals. Sooner orter, the FA wille looking for you. If they do, shut it down fast, and don''t be the one to get caught first��things could go belly-up in court."


    Sand nodded gently, clearly taking Aldrich''s advice seriously.


    It wasn''t just his pub; nearly all pubs across the UK utilized hacking techniques to illegally broadcast the Premier League. Sky Television sold broadcasting rights to other countries for contracts worth millions, but satellite signal encryption had weaknesses.


    Pub owners like Sand could spend a few hundred pounds to purchase hacking technology on the ck market, allowing them to charge guests just one pound to watch Premier League games during live broadcasts, leading to considerable profits from drink sales.


    After giving Sand some advice, Aldrich picked up a beer and moved deeper into the pub, where two pool tables were set up. Brady and other friends were ying pool, and upon seeing Aldrich, Brady tossed him a cue. "Millwall yed brilliantly today!"


    Aldrich tossed his suit jacket onto a nearby chair, set the beer bottle on the pool table, and bent over to take his shot.


    After making his shot, he stood up straight, and Fred, a Nigerian descendant, handed him a lit cigarette. Aldrich took it and took a puff.


    Wrapping his arm around Aldrich''s shoulders, Fredughed, "Aldrich, you haven''t changed a bit."


    Aldrich pushed him away, cursing, "Damn, when''s thest time you bathed? You''re killing me with that smell!"


    Laughter erupted from the young peers surrounding them.


    Months had passed since Aldrich returned to London to reunite with his friends, chatting and ying pool, smoking, drinking, and talking about women, just like old times.


    As the night progressed, more and more patrons filled the pub, and Aldrich began to blend into the background. He had shed his suit, loosened a couple of buttons on his shirt, and untied his tie, holding a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other,ughing and chatting with Brady and Fred just like the carefree young men who hadn''t yet stepped into the adult world.


    "You call my team weak? Sol, do you even know anything about football? My team just crushed Derby County four-nil this afternoon! And you think Derby had the advantage? Bullshit! If they didn''t score a single goal, how could that be? Do you even know what an advantage is? You can''t score, you can''t win. Advantage is just nonsense!"


    Aldrich stood at the side of the pool table, passionately arguing, spitting his words as Sol stood there speechless, with the others wearing amused expressions, having witnessed Aldrich boasting for the past twenty minutes.


    Aldrich continued to boast even more fervently, but then he suddenly noticed that his friends had peculiar expressions, with Brady grinning mischievously.


    Before Aldrich could express his confusion, someone leaped onto his back, wrapping their arms around his neck while a cheery female voice rang in his ear.


    "Oh my God, it''s really you, Aldrich! What are you doing here? Aren''t you living in a mansion and wearing suits now?"


    Feeling two soft forms pressing against his back, Aldrich didn''t need to see to know who it was. He reached back and yfully squeezed the rounded rear of the person behind him.


    That elicited a surprised gasp as the person jumped off his back. When Aldrich turned around, he saw a young girl in sporty casual wear, her short hair framing a delicate face that radiated charm.


    "Aldrich! You''ve really changed, you big pervert!"


    The girl puffed her cheeks, her face flushed red as she red at Aldrich, but there was no anger in her eyes��only aplex mix of feelings.


    Aldrich stepped closer, raising his hand teasingly as if to grab her ample chest,ughing exaggeratedly, "Yvonne, you''ve changed too! You''re absolutely right; I am a big pervert!"


    Yvonne Lowell exuded youthful energy and wasn''t going to let Aldrich off that easily. After sidestepping, she stuck her tongue out at him and said, "I heard you threw a party at home for your birthday. Hmph, now that you''re rich, you must have no trouble flirting with supermodels, right?"


    Aldrich blinked in surprise. "How do you know I threw a birthday party at home?"


    Yvonne suddenly went speechless, ncing away nervously. "I just know, alright?"


    "I''ll go grab some drinks," she said hurriedly, turning to head to the bar. Aldrich turned back, only to hear Brady teasing, "On your birthday, she brought a cake to your house. Your mom said you weren''t home, there were a lot of guests, so she left the cake and went."


    "Huh? Did my family send her away?"


    Aldrich was puzzled; he didn''t think his family had be snobbish. Besides, Brady, Fred, Yvonne, and many of these young folks had been neighbors of the Hall family since childhood, growing up in the samemunity.


    Brady shook his head with a wry smile. "You misunderstood. Your mom wanted her to stay, but you know how we feel at those high-society parties. We aren''t reallyfortable there. Fortunately, you haven''t turned into one of those people."


    Aldrich forced a few dryughs, unsure how to respond. Should he im he would always be that street kid?


    Yvonne returned with beer, showing no pretense of being a delicatedy. For over a decade, she had been like one of the boys, mixing freely with them.


    "Aldrich,e y a game with me! I want revenge."


    Aldrich smiled, turning around and sticking out his backside, grinning, "If it''s revenge, bring it on, but please don''t use too much force!"


    Yvonne aimed a kick at Aldrich''s backside, but thankfully, he dodged just in time...

 Chapter 28: The Late Night Showdown

    <h4>Chapter 28: The Late Night Showdown</h4>


    In thete hours of the night, Sand''s bar was nearly empty, the only lingering patrons being Aldrich and his friends who had imed the pool table for the evening. They put down their drinks and settled onto the table, sharing stories of their childhood blunders,ughter flooding their eyes with tears.


    "How did you be the head coach? Now that your family has so much money, can''t you just hire a coach?" Brady exhaled a puff of smoke, a sly smile creeping across his face as he looked at Aldrich.


    "Come on, hasn''t he always wanted to be a head coach since he was a kid? What''s so strange about that?" Yvonne chimed in from Aldrich''s side, her youthful, rosy cheeks making her look quite charming as she pouted yfully.


    "That''s not the same! He couldn''t afford a team when he was a kid," Fred retorted simply.


    Aldrich didn''t respond. Everyone has their ambitions, and sometimes he couldn''t understand the choices others made��like Cantona retiring, Beckham leaving mainstream leagues, or the countless young stars falling from grace. Was it all just about money? There wasn''t a straightforward exnation that epassed all these reasons.


    So, Aldrich chose not to exin. When one is poor, they want to be rich; when wealth arrives, and life''s needs are no longer a burden, those elusive dreams and ambitions start to echo in the mind. If the poor safeguard their integrity, the wealthy should help the world, right? Aldrich''s fallback n was to live as a pampered rich kid, but before he gave up on life, he had to at least give it a try.


    As the bar was about to close, six or seven middle-aged men suddenly pushed through the doors. They made a beeline for the bar, where Sand waved away the staff and personally served them drinks.


    Aldrich casually noticed that each of them had bruises adorning their faces. They seemed oblivious to it, drinking and joking, unabashedly recounting their earlier escapades.


    From the snippets of conversation, Aldrich quickly pieced together that they had cornered some lone Derby County fans in an alley after the Millwall match that afternoon and had given them a good beating.


    The man in the center appeared to be their leader��dressed inly, not particrlyrge in stature, but he exuded a cold and vicious aura, his eyes glinting with a chill as they scanned the room.


    Excitedly drinking and smoking, the group sauntered over to the pool table. The leader spotted Brady and the others and casually greeted them, much like a senior might to juniors.


    Aldrich hopped off the pool table, grabbed his jacket, and started to head outside, his friends following closely behind.


    As they brushed past the group, Aldrich was suddenly yanked back by the leader.


    He scrutinized Aldrich from head to toe, but Aldrich forcefully yanked his arm away. The manughed in surprise. "Whoa, take it easy, kid. You must be Aldrich Hall, am I right?"


    Aldrich coldly replied, "That''s me. If you touch me again, I''ll break your hands."


    The middle-aged thug exaggeratedly raised both hands, jesting to his friends, "Whoa, he''s so tense! As if we''re going to jump him or something! Hahaha."


    His friends were taken aback by Aldrich''s fierce reaction, especially by his threatening words.


    "Hey, Pock, let it go," Brady interjected. The atmosphere had grown tense, especially with Aldrich''s icy re fixed on the man opposite him, which could easily lead to an unpleasant confrontation. He stepped forward to mediate.


    Aldrich interposed, sensing who the man was.


    Pock Greer, the organizer of the Bushwackers.


    Aldrich held no fondness for football hooligans; in fact, anyone living a normal, stable life wouldn''t want any association with them.


    Pock casually lit a cigarette and said to Aldrich, "Hey, kid, I''m d to see you took over Millwall, and you''ve been doing welltely. Keep it up."


    He truly seemed to be encouraging a junior, which made Aldrich feel nauseous. He snorted and replied, "If you weren''t out there causing mayhem under the Millwall banner, I might be more pleased."


    Pock''s expression turned cold at Aldrich''s words, and he retorted, "Aldrich, I''m not your enemy. It''s our first meeting; why are you so hostile? My father is a Millwall fan, and I grew up one, too. You''re just a kid who''s taken over for three months; don''t get too full of yourself."


    Aldrich had no interest in banter. He coldly sneered, "Let me tell you something, the Millwall club is mine now. I can make it soar or vanish from London��all at my discretion. What do you think you are? I don''t care if you''re a fan, but if you tarnish Millwall''s reputation and cause me financial loss, I won''t just kick you out of East London, I can personally send you to prison. Pock Greer, do you have any idea who you''re talking to? The Hall family could crush you like an ant! We''re not just rich; we used to live here. Do you think you can handle the street thug life? Jester!"


    After making his point, Aldrich threw his jacket over his shoulder and turned to walk away.


    Pock Greer and hispanions were left dumbstruck.


    Pock reflexively grabbed Aldrich''s arm, not allowing him to leave so easily.


    But the next moment, Aldrich snatched a bottle from the nearby table and swung it, smashing it against Pock''s head!


    "Fuck you! Are you deaf? Didn''t you hear what I just said? You scum, don''t dirty my clothes!"


    Not only did Aldrich shatter a bottle over Pock''s head, but he also grabbed him by the neck, pulling him close so they were less than ten centimeters apart. Aldrich''s handsome face was icy, his voice low and menacing.


    With a dazed expression from the impact, Pock''s mind was temporarily clouded, caught off guard.


    And Aldrich stood before him, like an imposing beast, roaring fiercely.


    "Pock Greer! Fuck! Are you out of your mind? You have kids, a wife��you could live on the streets, but do you want your wife to be jobless? Do you want the police watching you day and night? Do you think I''m just some punk? You dare to hit me? As long as you try, I''ll bankrupt you in court! Or you think you can get dirty on me? Fuck! The Hall family will retaliate against your whole family! You''re done, Pock Greer. Your life is over, but for the love of your family and kids, think about them. Don''t let them live in poverty; don''t let your kids end up like you, a waste of society! You better listen up��stay out of my sight! Get as far away from me as you can!"


    After his furious tirade, Aldrich''s expression suddenly calmed. He gently released the stunned Pock and casually straightened his rumpled T-shirt before turning towards the bar''s exit.


    Pock''spanions surged forward, but he raised a hand to stop them, shutting his eyes and shaking his head, aplex expression on his face.


    Just as Aldrich had said, such football hooligans wouldn''t dare challenge wealthy families.


    After all, they had nothing but their fists, while the rich could easily dismantle them through the legal system.


    Brady, Fred, Yvonne, and the others stood there, mouths agape, utterly bewildered by the fierce disy Aldrich had just put on. They had never seen this side of him.


    Who was Pock?


    He was a tough guy associated with the Bushwackers gang.


    And Aldrich had smashed a bottle over his head just like that!


    As they drunkenly followed Aldrich out of the bar, Brady found himself lost in thought, questioning whether Pock''s head was too tough or the bottle too fragile.


    Anyway, he wasn''t bleeding...


    Under the vast moonlight, Aldrich adjusted the cor of his jacket over his shoulder with one hand while holding a cigarette with the other, his mind heavy as he headed toward the eastern suburbs. Yvonne trailed behind him, her big eyes asionally darting towards his back.


    Aldrich felt a sense of helplessness. It was an undeniable fact that English football clubs thrived on theirmunities. The future Wimbledon was a perfect example; when the team moved away, the fans didn''t follow but instead formed a new club: AFC Wimbledon��starting anew from the seventh tier.


    Since the mid-1980s, when Prime Minister Thatcher ordered a crackdown on football hooliganism, the results had been quite evident over a decade.


    However, the low-level league environment in which Millwall is located has given the "bushwackers" a space to barely survive.


    The crackdown on football hooligans was also dependent on the league level, especially after the Premier League was established. This corporate league naturally didn''t want hooligans ruining its brand value, but with only so much police presence in the UK and most games happening on weekends at the same time, it was clear that on match days, most police forces would be deployed to maintain order for Premier League matches.


    Thus, the first to be heavily dealt with were the hooligan organizations affiliated with Premier League teams, followed by those in League One.


    But London had so many teams; the Premier League alone had more than a few London clubs: Chelsea, Tottenham, Arsenal, West Ham, Crystal Pce, Queen''s Park Rangers, Wimbledon.


    London''s police forces were already stretched thin maintaining order for these matches. If there were derby match atmospheres, they might even have to divert police from other areas for support. Under these circumstances, with Millwallpeting in League One, football hooliganism still existed, but the London police were overwhelmed.


    Suddenly, Aldrich stopped, feeling a bit worn out. He went to sit by the riverside, thinking to himself: Next year, we must ascend to the Premier League!

 Chapter 29: The Weight of Choices

    <h4>Chapter 29: The Weight of Choices</h4>


    On one of the rare clear nights in London, Aldrich gazed at the sparkling stars, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his mind. Brady and the others had brought in a stash of drinks and snacks, and everyone sat on the ground, continuing their cheerful gathering.


    Aldrich had long since dismissed feelings about people like Boke. He didn''t see his own threats as despicable or shameful; rather, they seemed to him like the posturing of a spoiled rich kid. He didn''t care to argue principles with a thug��unless, of course, someone had kicked him in the head.


    As they chatted, Aldrich suddenly turned to Brady and asked, "Do you like Millwall?"


    The others fell silent, staring at Aldrich with odd expressions, while Brady looked a bit ufortable. They were at that age filled with youthful fervor, where openly stating a simple like or dislike felt a bit pretentious.


    "What''s wrong? Are you mute? Does this question take that long to ponder?"


    Aldrich frowned slightly, believing that with these childhood friends, he could share his true thoughts without the facade of pretense.


    Brady rolled his eyes and replied, "I like them, my whole family does."


    They had all grown up in the samemunity, where most of the residents were Millwall fans.


    Aldrich pressed on, "And will you still like them in the future?"


    Brady''s response was interrupted by a collective shiver, as if Aldrich had brought up something eerie.


    His question felt oddly sentimental.


    Brady shook his head, helplessly asking, "What are you really getting at?"


    "Help me."


    Aldrich met Brady''s gaze calmly, who looked back in confusion.


    "I want to establish an officially recognized Millwall supporters'' organization. I want a fan group with a positive image to positively influence the club''s reputation."


    Brady was stunned, and so were the others; they hadn''t expected Aldrich to be thinking along those lines.


    To be honest, even if Aldrich were to personally set up such a fan organization, it would be challenging to gain the fan base''s approval. The conflicting interests between the club and its supporters often caused friction, a prime example being ticket prices.


    When money is involved, there''s never a bnce.


    The club would always consider ticket prices cheap, while the fans would always see them as expensive.


    Debating whether tickets are worth it seems unnecessary.


    Due to this conflict of interests, Aldrich couldn''t just take the reins but needed a well-developed fan organization to support Millwall.


    Ewan lightly tapped his forehead, a joyous grin spreading across his face as he seemed to talk to himself, "You always do this; what''s going on in that head of yours? Of course, we''ll help you."


    Once Brady got over his initial surprise, he nodded firmly, "If that''s what you need, no problem, leave it to me."


    Aldrich stood up, chuckling, and grabbed his suit to head home. ncing slyly at Brady, he asked, "Are you not even thinking about your future? That kind of work doesn''te with pay, you know?"


    Brady, who was initially enthusiastic, froze, scratching his head and finding it hard to respond.


    Aldrich threw an arm around his shoulder and started to walk back, deciding not to tease him any further, quietly asking, "How much savings do you have?"


    Brady awkwardly rubbed his hands together, shaking his head and saying nothing.


    Aside from Aldrich, the others were still in college. Savings? What a joke; if they could save some of the pocket money their parents gave them, that''d be a win.


    Aldrich naturally continued, "I''ll lend you twenty thousand pounds. My brother is currently raising a fund. You can invest that. Don''t take the dividends out at the end of each investment period; just reinvest. I think by the time you graduate, you should have some financial security without needing to work."


    Brady, Fred, and Ewan all stared in shock.


    The Hall family was a rising star in the British financial industry, and their return on investment was unmatched; not only ordinary stock brokers sought their connections, but even many traditional business tycoons were very interested in the Hall family.


    "Wait, do I get a share too?" Fred eagerly leaned closer to Aldrich.


    Aldrich nodded with a smile and then turned to everyone, saying, "You all get a share; I''ll lend you the capital."


    Originally, Bat''s fund did not publicly recruit investors and was only raising money within the industry. It made more sense to let his friends share the spoils rather than letting strangers benefit.


    While Aldrich wasn''t an expert in finance, he knew a thing or two about stocks, especially thepanies set to be prominent over the next twenty years; those were the clear investment choices with guaranteed returns.


    Ewan hesitated slightly, wanting to turn down Aldrich''s generosity but swallowed the words before they left his mouth.


    If he refused, it would feel overly distant.


    "Brady, I think I can answer your earlier question about why I want to be a head coach. It''s because it''s what I love and want to do. Too many people live their lives not knowing what they want. Remember Lennon?"


    Aldrich casually asked.


    "Of course! He used to bully us, and then we cornered him in the restroom and gave him a good beating," Brady chuckled, his eyes lighting up.


    Lennon was three years older and lived in the same neighborhood growing up. Although he didn''t hang out with Aldrich and his friends, he was close to Aldrich''s older brother, Andrew.


    Aldrich shrugged andughed, "Lennon always dreamed of being a pop star as a kid, even took training at school. But he ended up getting an MBA, and after graduating college this year, he''s trying to be a stockbroker, pestering Andrew to get him a job at my brother''spany. Sometimes I want to ask him: What do you really want to do with your life? A pop star? A manager? Or an investor?"


    Originally, Aldrich had shared this in a light-hearted tone, but unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, there was a heavy silence. No one responded, and a lengthy quietness enveloped them.


    It seemed Aldrich''s words had struck a chord with his friends.


    ...


    After concluding the third round of the League One, Millwall''s record of three wins, ten goals scored, and zero goals conceded astonished everyone!


    Mainstream media was hardly paying attention to the English Football League One, as there was less than a week until the transfer deadline in September. The ongoing transfer news from the Premier League was the focal point for major publications at that time.


    However, Millwall''s strong performances had begun to catch the attention of their rivals in the same league.


    Three dayster, for the midweek match of the fourth round, Aldrich''s team traveled to Bolton.


    Bolton had a ster home record and aimed to secure promotion to the Premier League this season, making them direct rivals to Millwall.


    Perhaps due to Millwall''s momentum, Bolton yed conservatively at home. Aldrich''s team maintained a solid defensive strategy, resulting in a goalless draw of 0-0 after ny minutes.


    After the fourth round, there was no time for Aldrich to catch his breath, as just four dayster, they were set to face Reading away.


    When the fifth round of League One ended, the scoreboard at Reading disyed 0-0. Millwall earned their third draw in eight days, once again shaking hands with their opponents.


    After the fifth round, Millwall slipped down the rankings, overtaken by Middlesbrough, who had a record of four wins and one loss.


    With two consecutive draws, Millwall''s strong start seemed to be under siege, losing some of their "dark horse" status.


    But Aldrich didn''t see it that way; he was even pleased to leave Reading county. In five matches, Millwall hadn''t conceded a single goal, and he was ecstatic about the team''s defensive performance.


    In defense, Southgate disyed great poise, while Stam and Tulram were fierce in challenges. Even young Lucas, under eighteen, showed a bit of a ruthless edge. Mak��l��l�� was steadily adapting to the holding midfield role and had performed solidly in recent matches.


    Upon returning to London, Aldrich still had no time to rest. Although there were no League One matches midweek, the second round of the League Cup was on the horizon.


    He sent out a full substitute squad to meet the opponents.


    This opponent was not unfamiliar, it was Birmingham, the same team they faced in pre-season!


    In the pre-season friendly, Millwall failed to beat them at home, and for both teams aiming for promotion, the League Cup felt like an afterthought. Thus, at The Den, both sides delivered an incredibly lively match!


    Solskj?r, Phillips, and Back had sealed the score at 3-1 by halftime. In the second half, Dean Richards added a cherry on top with a corner kick, and in the end, Millwall defeated Birmingham 4-2 at The Den, sessfully advancing to the third round of the League Cup.


    A monthter, Millwall was set to face Newcastle United away. Upon learning that their opponent in the third round was Premier League Newcastle, Aldrich knew that Millwall''s League Cup journey would reach its end. He didn''t n to force his main squad to battle againstst season''s third-ce team, as that would disrupt his strategy.


    Meanwhile, over the weekend, Millwall faced a tough match at home, narrowly defeating West Brom. After two consecutive draws, Millwall finally regained a sense of victory.


    However, after the final whistle blew, Aldrich could clearly see that the yers on the field appeared somewhat dejected.


    The match against West Brom had left them feeling drained and tortured.


    West Brom had finished fourth from bottom in League Onest season, one step away from relegation, and showed no signs of recovery this season. They adopted a negative, defensive strategy at The Den, and if not for Schneider scoring directly from a free kick in the second half, West Brom might have snatched a point.


    It was understandable that the yers felt demoralized; their attacks only involved five yers, and even Nedved rarely wandered near the penalty area. With just two wide midfielders and two strikers, it was naturally difficult to find the back of the.


    As the yers left the pitch, they appeared quite dejected. Aldrich quickly shook hands with the manager of West Brom before heading into the yers'' tunnel.


    The next day, Aldrich was in his office, distractedly reviewing the schedule. In just three days, his team would y another midweek match, and once again it would be an away game. The intensity of the recent matches was overwhelming, especially with 46 rounds in League One!


    As he hesitated about whether to implement the next phase of transformation for the team, Mr. Thompson, the head of the medical department, knocked on Aldrich''s office door.

 Chapter 30: A Coach’s Resolve

    <h4>Chapter 30: ?A Coach''s Resolve</h4>


    Since taking over Millwall in the summer, Aldrich has found himself busier than ever, almost overwhelmed as hepleted a major overhaul of the team within just two months, building a new squad from the ground up. After the season began, he diligently conducted training for the first team every day, especially focusing on tactical drills that he curated with care. Even during the evenings, he would often find himself buried in opponent scouting reports. That said, his responsibilities weren''t limited to just the first team; he also made a point to attend home games for the reserve and youth teams, sending a clear signal to the substitute yers about their importance to the club.


    He didn''t want veterans like Back, van Nistelrooy, and Gattuso to think their signing was merely for show. Thus, attending the reserve and youth games in person was his way of ensuring they understood the club valued them.


    Typically, after games, Aldrich would take the opportunity to briefly chat with these yers about their performance during training breaks. He wouldn''t deliver lengthy speeches, preferring to offer concise guidance instead.


    It was this steady, unassuming effort that allowed Aldrich to etch a clear role for himself in the yers'' minds: the head coach.


    With a midweek away game approaching, Aldrich, dressed in coaching attire, discussed preparations with Jansen on the training ground.


    "Is it really that serious? Six yers suggesting rest?" Jansen eximed.


    Jansen exaggeratedly opened his mouth wide, then frowned. "Isn''t that a bit extreme? Our yers seem to be in good shape. Sure, there have been a few more gamestely, but if they grit their teeth and push through, they can make it through the next two matches in theing week and then get a week off."


    Aldrich crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the yers on the training field, softly murmuring, "Larsen just reported to the team after the World Cup, Trezeguet hasn''t been in Ennd for two months, Lucas is still under eighteen, and both Pir��s and Schneider have yed every minute in the past six matches alongside Mak��l��l��. Dr. Sampson''s rmendation for them to rest makes sense to me. You''re correct that they might just tough it out for the next two games, but Dr. Sampson used a metaphor that convinced me."


    "Hmm? What metaphor?"


    "A spring. The physical fatigue is like a spring being graduallypressed. If we don''t bnce work with rest, the spring keeps getting pushed down; when it reaches its limit, the force of the spring''s rebound can damage the body. Each time it rebounds at its limit, the spring bes weaker; the next time it''s pushed down to the limit, it might shatter."


    After Aldrich finished speaking, Jansen looked incredulous. "Is he being rmist?"


    Aldrich lowered his head and chuckled. "He''s an expert in sports medicine. Who else should I listen to? Besides, as I said, he''s convinced me. In the long run, I want our yers to have healthier, longer careers."


    Jansen understood Aldrich''s mind was made up and furrowed his brow. "If six key yers don''t y, the substitutes should be fine, but for Mak��l��l��''s position, it''ll probably have to be Vieira..."


    Jansen''s mind started racing. They could substitute Phillips and Solskj?r for the two forwards, have Glen Johnson and Beckham on the wings, and Zambrotta could y as a full-back. However, whether it''s Vieira or Gattuso, neither could effectively rece the steady and efficient Mak��l��l�� in that crucial defensive midfield role.


    "Stop thinking. Rather than put together a half-first-team, half-reserve squad, I''d prefer to field an entire reserve lineup. Leave the starting eleven in London to rest. Tomorrow, we''ll send the substitutes to y away against Tranmere. If we don''t have enough yers on the substitute list, let''s call up two or three from the reserves."


    Jansen was astonished, realizing Aldrich''s unconventional approach.


    If several key yers needed to rest, why not rest the entire starting lineup?


    Yet, Jansen quickly came to see the logic in Aldrich''s strategy. The first team had only been training together for barely two months, and there was a clear distinction between the starting lineup and the substitutes during training, leading to different levels of on-field synergy.


    Throwing Vieira and Nedved together as a new midfield partnership might not yield a resultmensurate to "one plus one is greater than two."


    Instead of heading into an away game with a bunch of uncertainties, it would be better to let the reserves gain experience, so that any lineup changes wouldn''t result in dissatisfaction among the remaining substitutes.


    Jansen felt a deep admiration for Aldrich''s boldness and ease; while every point in the league was essential, Aldrich seemed to genuinely care little for standings.


    Watching Aldrich walk towards the training field, Jansen sighed, "Perhaps, as you said, once these yers mature, the key to victory will naturally fall into their hands."


    As morning training came to an end, Aldrich pped his hands, calling the yers closer. Looking at them drenched in sweat, he gently spoke.


    "The eleven yers who started in thest match don''t need toe for afternoon training. Stay at the hotel. Dr. Thompson will arrange recovery training for you this afternoon. And remember, you have a day off tomorrow. The rest of you are expected here as usual in the afternoon, where I''ll announce the starting lineup and tactical setup for tomorrow''s game. Any questions?"


    The yers looked a bit dazed at this announcement.


    "Boss, aren''t we ying an away game tomorrow? We won''t even be at the venue?" queried Southgate in confusion.


    Aldrich smiled. "Yes, Dr. Thompson rmended you all rest, so I''m giving you the day off. Spend time with your families, or go out with friends, but I hope you understand the day off is for recovering from fatigue, not an excuse to indulge. We have another match in five days, and if any of you aren''t in a condition satisfactory to Dr. Sampson, you''ll be sitting on the bench."


    Upon hearing they would see Dr. Thompson at the hotel, the starting eleven were secretly delighted. They appreciated Dr. Thompson because he arranged for massage therapists to soothe their muscles, making them feel incrediblyfortable. Plus, they could enjoy a hot bath or swim at the hotel. Truly a pleasant experience.


    The only thing yers were dissatisfied with at the hotel was the nd food.


    However, when they heard they had a day off tomorrow, the starting eleven reflexively flinched, assuming Aldrich was dissatisfied with their recent performance, where they had only managed to secure one difficult victory out of thest three matches.


    After listening to Aldrich''s remarks, however, they realized it was about bncing work and rest.


    Even though the primary goalkeeper Keller, midfield star Nedved, and Southgate each felt physically fit, considering the grueling forty-six rounds of the league schedule, they epted Aldrich''s n.


    On the other hand, the substitute yers were ecstatic. With no midweek matches for the reserves and youth teams, they had been working hard in training, and suddenly they found out they would actually be ying in a real English league match the next day!


    While they had participated in previous cup matches, those games were against lower-tier teams. Facing opponents in the league posed much greater challenges, and they were eager to showcase their skills, letting the head coach know they could perform just as well as the starters and deserved a ce in the English league.


    After the team disbanded and returned to the hotel for lunch, they all took a nap and arrived back at the training field in the afternoon. However, Aldrich suddenly realized he had overlooked something.


    Who would be the captain for tomorrow''s away match?


    Aldrich recalled that all three of the team''s captains were from the starting lineup.


    In the previous two cup matches, Solskj?r had served as the captain on the pitch, and at least he was a substitute for the first team, making his experience unquestionable.


    But cup matches were different from league y, and with this substitute lineup possibly returning to the league amid a tight schedule, they needed not just a temporary captain but a true team leader.


    Only 15 of the first-team yers showed up on the training ground that afternoon, while the other 11 remained at the hotel.


    They stood on the field with high spirits, waiting for Aldrich to announce the afternoon training ns, though they were more eager for the tactical setup for the uing match.


    However, Aldrich merely paced back and forth in front of them.


    The yers'' eyes darted from left to right, then back again, their anticipation growing intense!


    Aldrich seemed thoughtfully caught up in his thoughts as he subtly lowered his head, contemting significant decisions.


    Among the eleven, Aldrich first eliminated the substitutes: Dean Richards, Zambrotta, Butt, Back, Solskj?r, Phillips, and Glen Johnson.


    These substitutes might fill in for injuries to the starters and thus might not be on the pitch during substitute rotations.


    That left him with limited choices; Beckham and Neville were ruled out, leaving just Vieira and Materazzi.


    Suddenly, Aldrich stopped pacing, pulled the captain''s armband from his pocket, and walked up to the towering Materazzi. Without missing a beat, he tossed the armband towards him, leaving Materazzi momentarily stunned.


    "Boss? Huh?" he eximed, ncing over at Solskj?r, who had been captain in the cup matches. Why was the armband now in his hands?


    Aldrich casually responded, "If any starting forward gets injured or suspended, Ole will definitely be the first choice to rece them. So, as part of the substitute lineup, you need a new captain. Marco, from today on, you''re the fourth captain of the team. I won''t ask if you can handle it; just tell me if you want to and if you can fulfill the captain''s responsibilities."


    The young Materazzi, known for his fierce and aggressive ying style, had formidable physical qualities as a center-back and had started honing his skills in Italian regional leagues at a young age, gradually moving up. He undeniably had talent; his only weaknesses could perhaps be his temperament and pace.


    Aldrich hoped Materazzi could be a reliable captain, as long as he could prioritize team responsibility in his mindset, this would greatly aid in his development.


    Materazzi grinned widely, unapologetically stuffing the armband into his pocket, looking around at his teammates with a smile. "From today on, I''m the captain! Whoever cks off in training or doesn''t give their all on the field, I''ll knock them out!"


    Laughter erupted around him, and Aldrich joined in, entertained by the moment.

 Chapter 31: A Lesson in Defeat

    <h4>Chapter 31: A Lesson in Defeat</h4>


    The next day, Millwall faced Tranmere away and suffered their first league defeat of the season. Before the match, Aldrich and the coaching staff were in a rxed state of mind, looking forward to the game. Their n was to go undefeated in the second to eighth rounds of the league, aiming for at least seven points.


    In the previous five rounds, Millwall had secured three wins and two draws, collecting 11 points. Most importantly, they hadn''t conceded a single goal in the first six rounds, indicating that their defensive structure was solid. For this match, Aldrich fielded a substitute lineup, not overly concerned with the oue; his focus was on giving the bench yers valuable game time to show their progress.


    However, this round presented a challenge as Millwall were up against Tranmere, a formidable opponent known for their strong home performances. Aldrich had underestimated Tranmere in his pre-season analysis, mistakenly not considering them as a serious contender for promotion. Yet, Tranmere had been terrifying at home, winning all four of their matches there.


    Aldrich chose a 4-4-1-1 formation for the game. Solskj?r yed as a second forward, with wingers Beckham and Glen Johnson primarily given defensive duties, while Back held the midfield and Vieira yed a holding role.


    Despite this cautious setup, they faced relentless attacks from Tranmere. The home team fired off 25 shots, with 10 on target, while Millwall managed less than half of that. The final score was 2-1, marking Millwall''s first loss of the league season.


    Aldrich wasn''t disheartened; he saw the defeat as somewhat expected. After all, many of his key yers like Glen Johnson, Zambrotta, Back, Beckham, Neville, Vieira, and even Solskj?r and Butt had little professional league experience prior to this season. Expecting this inexperienced squad to triumph over Tranmere didn''t make sense��professional football would be far too easy if they could.


    The earlier cup victories were against teams who didn''t take the matches seriously, often fielding weakened squads, and Millwall benefitted from home advantage. Losing by just one goal to a solid team like Tranmere meant that Aldrich''s goal of training his yers had been met��the yers got to experience the atmosphere ofpetitive football and familiarize themselves with the game''s rhythm. Although they lost, they gained invaluable insight.


    Post-match, however, the away dressing room was in shambles, having been destroyed by an enraged Materazzi. As the newly appointed captain, he was furious about not only losing but also failing to secure even a draw. Rather than ming his teammates, his frustration led him tosh out, turning the already modest dressing room into a wreck.


    In the mixed zone, Aldrich faced pointed questions from reporters eager to put him on the spot.


    "Did Millwall underestimate Tranmere by sending a reserve side? Did the unbeaten streak give you the impression that victories woulde easily?"


    "Tranmere used Millwall of ying dirty. Materazzi should have been sent off in the first half. Do you agree with that assessment?"


    Despite the tough questions, Aldrich remained calm, smiling as he acknowledged Tranmere''s strength at home, calling them the best team in the league in those conditions.


    When asked about Materazzi''s aggressive style on the pitch, he shrugged it off: "This is Ennd. I think Materazzi''s performance was consistent with the standards expected of defenders here. If every action he took was considered a foul, then center-backs in the Premier League would only y a handful of matches a season before being suspended."


    The reporters, hoping to provoke a reaction, were met with Aldrich''sposed demeanor. Losing a match didn''t mean he would lose hisposure or dignity.


    What was the alternative? To lose both the game and his cool? That wasn''t the type of transaction Aldrich was willing to engage in.


    After a brief interview, he returned to the dressing room, only to find that the yers and coaching staff had already left, leaving Materazzi alone on the bench, staring nkly into space.


    Aldrich approached him and sat down. He noted the wreckage around them��the torn-up door and broken bench��before speaking softly to the captain, "You yed well today. I''d give you a nine out of ten. This is professional football, not a game. You can''t expect a team with an average age of just over twenty to be unbeatable in less than three months. On the road to bing the strongest team, there will inevitably be defeats. But as long as we learn and improve from each loss, that''s what truly matters."


    Materazzi felt slightly better and nodded.


    "I understand why you''re upset��losing is one thing, but there''s also your pride and status as captain. But you have to stand tall. Show your teammates that while we lost today, it was a fair defeat, and next time we will win with dignity."


    Aldrich''s tone was light and conversational, far from a coach''s reprimand, more like a friend offering support.


    Materazzi turning to Aldrich with a curious look and asked, "Boss, I scored a nine today. What about the others?"


    Aldrich shrugged slightly, "Richards gets an eight, Butt a nine, the two strikers get seven, the wingers six, the midfielders seven, and the full-backs seven."


    Aside from Beckham and Glen Johnson, whose performances barely met his approval, Aldrich noticed significant improvement in the other yers, and it was only natural to give them a fair assessment.


    Materazzi threw up his hands, saying, "Boss, aren''t you happy? Why didn''t anyone get a perfect score?"


    Aldrich stood up, stretchingzily as he turned back with a sly smile, "I''ll let you in on a little secret: no one will ever get a perfect ten from me. That way, I''ll never bepletely satisfied with your performances. There''s always room for improvement. No matter how good you guys perform, keep pushing forward. Aim for that perfect score!"


    Materazzi''s eyes widened, "Are you a fox?"


    Aldrich chuckled and waved his hand dismissively, "What I am doesn''t matter. What''s important is what you all be. I want you to embody the lion on the Millwall badge! Now, stop moping around. Let''s go; do you want to stay here?"


    As Materazzi slid on his jacket and hesitated at the mangled dressing room, he noticed the scowling Tranmere staff outside.


    "Aldrich, what about... this?" he asked, gesturing at the mess.


    Without looking back, Aldrich waved his hand, "Don''t worry. If Tranmere wantspensation, they can send us a bill when they''re ready. A few hundred pounds taken from your wages is no big deal. We''re tough; we''ll take the hit."


    Materazzi heard this and let out a heartyugh, ncing over at the flustered Tranmere staff in the hallway with an amused smirk.


    The Tranmere staff were fuming!


    "Damn it!"


    They had expected the young coach, looking dapper in his tailored suit, to be a gentleman, but instead, he seemed to condone his yers'' antics of vandalizing the away team''s dressing room!


    What an outright disy of bad behavior!


    What troubled them even more was whether they should go ahead and fax a list of damages to Millwall.


    After all, how much could a dressing room door, some lockers, and chairs possibly cost?


    Did they really want to demandpensation for a few hundred pounds?


    Who was being stingy here?


    And what about their own reputation?


    Sigh!


    Once back on the bus, Materazzi seriously apologized to his teammates, rifying that his earlier actions weren''t directed at them but were purely driven by frustration.


    Aldrich quickly refocused everyone, apuding their efforts and expressing satisfaction with their performance.


    Losing wasn''t the end of the world, and it didn''t necessitate berating the yers. They were on a path of growth, and nobody was cking off or ignoring tactics on the field.


    Once back in East London, Aldrich set aside the loss, turning his attention to the next match: hosting Burnley.

 Chapter 32: On the Training Ground

    <h4>Chapter 32: ?On the Training Ground</h4>


    As the sun set in the west, Aldrich stood on the training field, a whistle in his mouth, continuously shouting instructions at the yers practicing short passes in small groups.


    "Robert, don''t just stand there waiting for the ball! Move into space! The field is huge; are you trying to dance on the spot?"


    "Lucas, press up! Did you see ude''s position? If you take one more step forward, you''ll cut off Michael''s passing route!"


    "Pavel, if there are no good passingnes ahead and you''re being double-teamed, don''t just try to force your way through. You can pass the ball out wide or y it back! As the central midfielder, your primary job is to keep possession. If you make a mistake in passing, it could be fatal!"


    ...


    The yers on the training ground were sweating profusely, working earnestly under Aldrich''s watchful eye, striving to meet his every requirement for perfection.


    Once training wrapped up, Aldrich wasted no time and dismissed the team. He joined his coaching staff to gather the training balls, ensuring they were all put away properly.


    As everything settled down, the sky gradually darkened. Aldrich stepped into the shade of a tree and lit a cigarette. Jensen approached, noticing Aldrich''s frown, sensing that a cloud of anxiety loomed over him.


    "What''s wrong? Aren''t you happy? We won the game two days ago. After the first eight rounds, we have five wins, two draws, and one loss, putting us at the top of the table."


    Aldrich scratched his head and sighed, "I''m contemting whether we should unleash the team''s attacking potential. But I''m worried that it mightpromise our newly established defensive system."


    Two days ago, right before the FIFA match day, Millwall had defeated a struggling Burnley team 2-0 at home. The victory wasn''t dazzling��Millwall didn''t create many opportunities, but they capitalized on the ones they had.


    Facing teams with negative defensive tactics or those with solid defenses, Millwall''s chances of scoring through counterattacks were dwindling, and their y in set formations had appeared somewhat conservative. As a result, the team''s atmosphere had grown rather gloomy recently.


    Aldrich knew, without needing to ask, that yers like Pir��s and Schneider surely wanted to delve deeper into enemy territory to showcase their talents, while the tireless Nedved thrived on being active across the pitch.


    Yet Aldrich hesitated.


    His starting lineup had yed seven league matches without conceding a goal, a defensive record that was nothing short of remarkable. Aldrich believed that even sticking to this conservative strategy, they could secure at least a yoff spot by the end of the season, if not outright promotion to the Premier League.


    However, the yers clearly weren''t satisfied; the young, ambitious squad was eager to show off their skills.


    Aldrich himself felt some dissatisfaction as well. While attacking football was the current trend in the sport, a strong defense was a necessary foundation for winning championships. What worried him was whether taking that step forward would erode the solid groundwork they had built.


    With only eight roundspleted, barely one-fifth of the season, Aldrich had initially nned to make adjustments midway through the league. However, the stifled atmosphere made him face a dilemma.


    "I think we should give it a shot. The training reports from the past two months show clear improvements in our first team''s cooperation and passing," Jensen suggested.


    Aldrich thought for a moment and nodded. He realized he didn''t have absolute authority over the team. Winning games was one thing, but if he made any decisions that caused even minor discontent among the yers, this eighteen-year-old coach might find himself estranged from them.


    "Mr. Hall, you have a phone call!"


    A staff member called from a distance. Aldrich said a quick goodbye to Jensen and walked back to his office, picking up the phone. Hearing a familiar voice surprised him and then enlightened him.


    The professor was heading to Japan!


    Outside the club''s main entrance stood a tall, middle-aged man��none other than Ars��ne Wenger, who had just faced his first coaching dismissal.


    He gazed thoughtfully at Millwall''s old club buildings, searching for something to pique his interest.


    "Ars��ne!"


    Aldrich waved at Wenger from across the street, and Wenger turned to reveal a smile.


    It was time for dinner, so Aldrich invited Wenger to his home.


    Bat had already moved to West London, and Andrew only came home every few days. In the spacious vi, only Arthur and Amelia were around. Seeing Aldrich returning with a guest thrilled them.


    At the dinner table, Arthur sincerely thanked Wenger, recalling how Aldrich had been under Wenger''s care during his studies in France.


    After dinner, Aldrich invited Wenger to his study.


    "Monaco has been performing poorly this season, so I was let go, but I''m in luck; I''ve already received an invitation to coach another club. Aldrich, you''re so clever��can you guess where I''m headed?"


    Wenger''s tone was casual, but Aldrich could detect an undertone of bitterness. After all, he had just left a club where he had coached for five years.


    Where would his next stop be?


    Aldrich certainly knew it was Nagoya Grampus in the J-League.


    However, he smiled and shook his head in feigned ignorance.


    He understood he didn''t need toe off as a know-it-all; aside from showing off his insight, it wouldn''t be of any real benefit.


    Moreover, he wasn''t keen to delve into the topic of Monaco''s poor performance; there were many contributing factors, including Aldrich''s high-profile signing of the defensive stalwart Thuram.


    Wenger reclined in his chair and casually said, "I''ll be off to Japan by the end of the month."


    After he spoke, Aldrich remained silent. Wenger looked at him in confusion, asking, "What''s wrong? Are you not surprised at all?"


    Aldrich shrugged and smirked, "Oh, I''m surprised; I just can''t find the words."


    "Hypocrite! Anyway, let''s talk about your team. I came to London mainly to check out your squad."


    Wenger held a steaming cup of tea, looking intently at Aldrich, filled with curiosity.


    Beforeing, he hadn''t expected Aldrich''s team to be topping the table in League One, even if it was merely due to a margin in goal difference.


    But this was enough to astonish Wenger, especially since it was a newly formed squad made up mainly of young yers. For them to have only lost one match in eight games was undoubtedly a testament to the head coach''s strategic acumen.


    Aldrich shared openly, discussing his team-building philosophy, tactical systems, and even broader club vision��topics beyond the usual coach''s purview.


    Nevertheless, as Millwall remained a team in the second tier, their conversation inevitably drifted back to the top-flight Premier League.


    "Yesterday, I watched an Ennd national team match at Wembley. There was a moment before the game that blew my mind. Aldrich, why do you think people in this country seem to harbor such animosity towards Manchester United? From what I learned in France, shouldn''t they be the most beloved club in Britain?"


    Wenger furrowed his brow, puzzling over this matter.


    As he reyed yesterday''s match in his mind, he recalled sitting quietly in the stands, waiting for the game to start. But half an hour before kickoff, a chant rose from the crowd at Wembley.


    "If you hate Manchester United, stand up!"


    In a wave of echoed enthusiasm, within ten minutes, every fan in the stadium was on their feet!


    Aldrich chuckled in disbelief. "That''s aplex issue, but yes, Manchester United is indeed the most popr club across all of Britain. To put it simply, each of the twenty-two teams in the Premier League has arge number of dedicated fans��thousands, tens of thousands��but the fanbase across the UK is muchrger. Those casual supporters who watch the games at home,cking amunity club to support, naturally gravitate towards Manchester United. When televised broadcasts entered households, it coincided with the era of the Busby Babes rebuilding the United dynasty, plus key members from the Ennd World Cup-winning team were typically from United. Thus, in terms of sheer numbers, they have the most fans in Ennd."


    "So fans at Wembley, they hate Manchester United?"


    "Where is Wembley?"


    "London, of course."


    "London fans almost universally dislike Manchester United, and there are many reasons for that. Politically, Manchester is staunchly loyal to the Queen, while economically, it''s a city that has seen better days. Meanwhile, London is more open, extravagant, and diverse; in terms of tradition and culture, Manchester can be rather conservative. This creates a conflict between the cities��Ars��ne, you''lle to understand all this in the future. Just as Manchester and Liverpool may only be half an hour apart, they remain two dramatically different cities, and the hostility between them is more profound than mere enmity."


    Wenger murmured, "So this is the cradle of modern football?"


    The history of English football spans a century. If football were merely amon sport or a game, it couldn''t have developed into such a grand phenomenon, nor could it have secured its ce as Britain''s most beloved sport.


    Football is a war in times of peace.


    It''s infused with politics, culture, tradition, economics, history, and human emotions shing in a fiery spectacle.


    Open up a map of Ennd, and you can easily point to ces where football has sparked great rivalries and stories.


    The English football scene is never quiet because here, the fires ofpetition are ever-burning!


    Aldrich and Wenger continued their discussion, reflecting on the most promising teams currently flourishing in the Premier League.


    As for Manchester United''s two consecutive titles, there''s no need to borate; Liverpool''s reputation across Europe has long been established. Leeds United and Newcastle United are on the rise, yet one team held the focus of both Aldrich and Wenger throughout their conversation.


    That team was ckburn, the runners-up just four points shy of Manchester Unitedst year.


    It''s a club without a significant history, located in a small town with a poption of only 100,000.


    Yet its rapid ascent in such a short time is simply astonishing.


    Aldrich was eager to discuss this team mainly because it represented a significant shift in the future of football trends.


    Money-driven football!


    Who originated Ennd''s money-driven football?


    It certainly wasn''t Chelsea, a decadeter.


    It was ckburn!


    Steel magnate Jack Walker returned to his hometown to take charge of ckburn, injecting the club with ��30 million, transforming a club that once couldn''t afford train fare for away games into a team capable of challenging for the championship.


    In a decade, ��30 million might just ount for a top yer''s transfer fee, but in the early ''90s, it was enough to turn a club''s fortunes around entirely!


    ckburn brought in Liverpool legend Kenny Dalglish as manager and assembled a squad filled with top-tier yers, many of whom were international stars.


    Emerging prominently, ckburn nearly clinched the league titlest season. Their fearsome strike partnership of n Shearer and Chris Sutton proved unstoppable, and they showcased their prowess by eliminating German giants Bayern Munich in thest season''s UEFA Cup.


    This exemplifies the impact of money on football��coupled with the anticipation of the Bosman ruling heralding a new era, it''s clear that traditional football rules are on the verge of seismic change.


    While Aldrich also brought ��30 million in investment to Millwall, he knew continuing such significant financial input was likely unrealistic. To navigate through this transformational period in football, Aldrich had a great deal of strategizing still to aplish.

 Chapter 33: New Tactics on the Training Ground

    <h4>Chapter 33: ?New Tactics on the Training Ground</h4>


    During the preparations for the next league match, Aldrich invited Wenger to tour Millwall''s training facility. The training pitches were quite unremarkable, but Wenger was thoroughly impressed by the indoor training hotel,plete with a modern sports medical team, scientific nutrition, meticulous intelligence gathering, and tactical meeting rooms. These were all topics they had delved into years ago when Aldrich and Wenger first met, and now Aldrich had brought this vision to life with his own hands.


    On the training field, where the regr practice sessions were off-limits for viewing, Wenger stood quietly at the edge, observing the yers as Aldrich continued his usual routine. This left the coaching staff perplexed, but no one dared to question the arrangement; at least Wenger''s demeanor didn''t give rise to any suspicions.


    Before the training match began, Aldrich called the yers over and stated, "We''ve performed well over the past two months, conceding only two goals in eight league matches. However, our goal-scoring recently seems to have dipped. Therefore, today''s focus will be on allowing our wide midfielders to attempt breakthroughs, adding some new elements to our offensive tactics."


    Aldrich''s words sparked interest in Pir��s and Schneider.


    Previously, the training''s requirements were minimal, with forward yers instructed to take quick shots whenever they received the ball, emphasizing clean and efficient ball handling to create partnerships through movement, relying on precision ground passes and fast-paced y to exploit defenses. However, this approach felt too simplistic for the dynamic nature of football tactics.


    Individual breakthroughs are an essential part of the game. While people celebrate the ssic y of "passing the ball into the," such goals are not the only route to scoring. In fact, personal breakthroughs y a significant role in creating scoring opportunities.


    Aldrich had initially restricted wide breakthroughs to establish a solid defensive foundation, as such tactics not only push an individual yer closer to the baseline and the penalty area but also force the entire offensive structure forward. Once the arrow is released, there''s no turning back; if the attack pushes too far forward without the ability to retreat, the pressure on the defense bes immense.


    To bnce the team''s offensive and defensive dynamics, Aldrich knew he couldn''t let the yers freely express themselves right away. Instead, he aimed to instill a sense of familiarity with the defensive patterns and conditions during the retraction phase before gradually allowing for greater offensive creativity. This was his overall philosophy for transforming the team.


    Coaches Torrop and Craig illustrated simple tactical routines on the whiteboard for the yers. For instance, they exined the angles for wide crosses��45-degree crosses aimed at the far post and low crosses from the baseline aimed at the near post. They discussed how the two forwards should position themselves along the running lines of the wide yers, ensuring to engage in shielding and drawing defenders away.


    Tactics are always rigid; they must be tailored to fit one''s own team.


    Millwall''s forwards are agile and sharp in the penalty area, so the wide attacks must cater to their strengths.


    The richness of today''s offensive tactics thrilled the yers, and after a concise exnation from the coaches, they eagerly divided into two sides for the practice match.


    Aldrich moved to the other side of the field, standing beside Wenger, who was intently watching the yers on the pitch.


    Midway through the practice match, Aldrich quietly asked, "How''s it going?"


    Wenger took a deep breath and nodded towards Aldrich, "They may be young, but they have great potential. Aldrich, I''m genuinely impressed by your vision."


    Although there aren''t many skilled yers on the field, this is precisely why Aldrich''s team adopted a simple ying style: fast ball movement at their feet without any shy maneuvers. A well-timed series of short passes coupled with constant movement to establish connections sufficed.


    Though it was just a brief practice match, Wenger could already see the immense potential of the yers on the training ground.


    In the following days, the yers'' training enthusiasm surged. The allowance for more activity in attack meant they could finally unleash the frustration they''d been holding back for so long.


    In the ninth round of League One, Millwall hosted a weaker opponent: Luton.


    It was precisely this favorable matchup that solidified Aldrich''s decision to experiment with a slight tactical offensive release.


    As usual, Aldrich refrained from lengthy tactical discussions in the pre-match locker room, instead opting to boost the team''s spirit before stepping out.


    He understood that the closer it got to game time, the less effective it was to remind the yers about tactics. In fact, it would only make them more nervous. They should have already prepared for how to y a day in advance. There was no need to reiterate strategies right before the game; that would only annoy the yers.


    The Lion''s Den was packed to capacity, as Aldrich''s team had already gained the fans'' approval. Today, not only was Wenger in attendance, but a group of young fans had also unfurled a banner reading, "If you love Millwall, let it be heard! We are the Lion Roar!"


    These young fans, including Brady, Fred, and Ivan, proudly wore the traditional deep blue jersey of Millwall and upied the south stand. Aldrich had facilitated their attendance by providing fifty tickets to Brady, enabling him to rally nearly a hundred members for the fan organization "Lion Roar," creating a striking sight in the stands.


    Aldrich had grown ustomed to being approached for autographs by fans as he entered the venue, asionally receiving pats on the shoulder for encouragement orpliments.


    However, unlike previous matches, Aldrich chose to sit on the bench during the game rather than standing on the sidelines to direct y, maintaining a calm demeanor as he observed the match unfold.


    Once the matchmenced, cheers erupted from the stands.


    Millwall''s home performance could be considered strong, inviting local fans toe and support the team, as nothing felt more liberating for the everyday working citizen than to shout and sing in the stadium after a week of hard work.


    Yet, once the match began, the situation on the field became quite tense.


    Luton''s overall strength wasckluster, and they didn''t resort to defensive tactics at Lion''s Den; the primary concerny with Millwall''s offense.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but nce over at the opposing bench. Their coach, too, was seated behind a barrier, preventing Aldrich from gauging his expression. Internally, he mused, It seems they''ve prepared well.


    Nedved was orchestrating the attacks through the middle for Millwall, but in previous matches, he hadn''t ventured deeply into the opponent''s penalty area, primarily serving as a transitional outlet. Consequently, it was the two wide yers, Schneider and Pir��s, who functioned as the key initiators of Millwall''s offense and presented the most threat.


    Thus, the two wing-backs of Luton had closely marked these two from the opening whistle.


    It was nearly akin to a game of chess.


    Yet, the freedom Aldrich had granted to Pir��s and Schneider to attempt dribbles seemed to have gone to their heads, with the duo frequently showing off their footwork; the first action upon receiving the ball was to dribble, dribble, and dribble...


    After being dispossessed by the opponents two or three times in a row, this pattern only intensified!


    By the thirtieth minute of the first half, even the fans in the stands could see that whenever Schneider or Pir��s received the ball, the next action would undoubtedly be an attempt to dribble past their defenders!


    These two yerscked the speed and burst to outmaneuver their rugged English defenders. Did they truly believe they could outy them with sheer skill, especially when their intentions were so transparent?


    It was as if they regarded the opposing yers as mere training cones!


    "Should we remind them?" Jensen whispered in Aldrich''s ear.


    He was baffled as to why Millwall''s offense was struggling��the average onlooker could see that it was simply the two wide yers attempting to dribble every time they got the ball.


    Yet Aldrich remained calm in his seat, showing no signs of rising to the sidelines to direct the game.


    Aldrich shook his head, "It won''t help to shout now; let''s give them a moment to collect themselves. We''ll address it at half-time."


    Wenger in the stands reflected that what he had told Aldrich days earlier might have been exaggerated.


    At least now he saw that Millwall''s two wide midfielders on the field had arguably let his initial assessments down.


    The skilled Pir��s and Schneider from training were performing dismally in the match!


    Yet, he was even more curious about what Aldrich would do next.


    Would he give those two yers an earful at half-time?


    Would he make substitutions?


    Or perhaps caution them against attempting any further dribbles?


    The first half,cking excitement, ended with the referee''s whistle, leaving the fans somewhat deted, and many began to doze off.


    Millwall didn''t appear as threatening as they once did.


    They had only managed two shots on goal in the first half, and the two forwards were virtually non-existent by the end of that period without any support.


    Upon returning to the locker room, Aldrich didn''t alter the tactical arrangement. Instead, he sketched out the positions of several Luton yers on the tactical board, advising the defense to be mindful of the opponent''s positioning.


    Before the second half began, after all the other yers had exited, he intentionally called Schneider and Pir��s to the side. The three lingered at the back, with Aldrich cing an arm around each of their shoulders, one to the left and one to the right.


    Having had a brief moment of calm during half-time, both yers understood they had yed poorly on the field and felt slightly ashamed to lift their heads.


    Previously, they had been frustrated that their coach hadn''t given them the chance to disy their dribbling skills.


    Well, the coach had given them the freedom to y, yet they ended up performing like that.


    Embarrassing!


    Utterly humiliated!


    "You two yed incredibly hard in the first half."


    "Eh?"


    Pir��s and Schneider looked up in surprise at Aldrich''s face, slightly bewildered.


    Incredibly hard?


    Not dismal? Not terrible?


    Aldrich rolled his eyes and stated tly, "Even a fool could see you were going to attempt to dribble every time you received the ball. What do the best defenders rely on for their defending? Physicality? No, it''s about predictive awareness! By telegraphing your next move, you''re practically handing them the blueprint of how to defend against you. It couldn''t be easier for them to stop you!"


    Pir��s and Schneider lowered their heads once again.


    "The tactics remain the same; however, what you both need to change is the rhythm. Hear me out: when you receive the ball from a teammate,plete three to five passes before attempting a dribble. After passing around three to five times, then go for the breakthrough. Understand? As you gain more experience, knowing whether to pass or dribble will eventually be instinctual. For now, let''s stick to this straightforward approach."


    With that, Aldrich released the two yers, giving them a pat on the back as they headed back onto the field.

 Chapter 34: A New Beginning

    <h4>Chapter 34: A New Beginning</h4>


    As the second half was about to begin, a sense of gloom hung over the stands; the dull first half had drained the spectators'' enthusiasm. Yet, over at the southern stand, a synchronized apuse broke out.


    Brady led a group of fifty young fans from the "Lion''s Roar" organization, pping twice in unison before raising their hands high, shouting in chorus, "Millwall!"


    p, p, Millwall!


    p, p, Millwall!


    Before long, the momentum spread throughout the stands, infecting every Millwall supporter present.


    Even the broadcast cameras swept over the crowd, and thementator eximed, "Perhaps we are used to the lively atmosphere of Millwall''s fans, but at this moment, we are witnessing their most genuine side. Here, a voice echoes across the sky: Millwall!"


    The yers waiting on the pitch for the second half to kick off felt the cheering resonate around them, igniting a fire within their hearts. This surge of passion engulfed them, transforming them into a source of boundless determination. In the center circle, Larsen and Trezeguet locked eyes, their expressions serious yet filled with encouragement for one another.


    Standing before the coaching bench, Aldrich maintained a stoic face, but inside, he felt both admiration and gratitude for Brady and the fan club.


    What they were witnessing was a promising start.


    Amidst the thunderous cheers, the referee blew the whistle, signaling the beginning of the second half.


    Millwall kicked off, passing the ball back before spreading out into an attacking formation.


    The ball was yed back and forth in the midfield before finding Nedved, who had created some space in the attacking third.


    Positioned on the right side of the midfield, Nedved took the ball confidently, turned, and without hesitation, rolled it towards the right nk.


    Schneider made a run, but the Luton fullback, who had tightly marked him in the first half, was already up close, confidence evident on his face.


    It was clear from his movements that he intended to intercept the ball the moment Schneider prepared to receive it, a tactic that had worked several times in the first half!


    A vital aspect of tight marking is familiarizing oneself with the opponent''s favored foot, forcing them to use their weaker side, or even better, restricting their movement area. For instance, if a yer likes to get to the byline, cut off that route. If they excel at cutting inside, force them toward the sidelines.


    The Luton fullback seemed to just be waiting for Schneider to take a touch with his right foot to strike.


    Facing the opponent''s fullback, Schneider did extend his right foot for a touch, but to everyone''s surprise, instead of stopping the ball as expected, he flicked it back toward Nedved in the middle.


    Caught off guard, the Luton fullback realized his mistake toote. Schneider darted past him after ying the ball, and by the time the defender turned to chase, he was already two strides behind. Meanwhile, the ball rolled diagonally toward the corner g, just two meters away from him.


    It was merely a straightforward two-on-onebination.


    However, by hastily trying to intercept, the Luton fullback had granted Schneider a vast open space to advance.


    Millwall''s attacking unit came alive, with Pires sprinting toward the back post of the box, Trezeguet moving into the center to draw away the surrounding defenders, while Larsen made a run from the left side into the right, leaving his trailing marker in the dust!


    Once Schneider reached the edge of the box and faced the iing ball, he chose not to take a touch. Instead, he sent a low cross into the front edge of the box!


    This was an exact execution of the attacking pattern they had practiced tirelessly over the past few days.


    As Trezeguet created space by drawing defenders away, Larsen rushed towards the near post. Meeting the pass, he brilliantly deflected it with the arch of his foot, sending it soaring into the air. The ball struck the underside of the crossbar and bounced into the!


    The Luton goalkeeper stood in shock.


    The Lion''s Den erupted with excitement!


    After scoring, Larsen sprinted towards the southern stand, raising his arms high in celebration.


    In the southern stand, members of the "Lion''s Roar" fan club bounced around in jubtion. Initially, it appeared they were merely celebrating, but when Larsen reached the front of the stand, seven members turned their backs to reveal their jerseys, each bearing arge letter, together spelling out the name: "LARSSON".


    nking them were fans holding up Larsen''s number nine jersey, while one person proudly disyed arge poster featuring Larsen''s heroic image!


    This unexpectedly touched Larsen; he suddenly didn''t know how to react. Beyond the exhration of the goal, the sight before him reached deep into his soul, filling him with a profound sense of gratitude and joy.


    The broadcast cameras captured this moment, instantly making it the highlight of the game.


    "Millwall has changed; Millwall has changed. Here, we see something we never saw before, and this will stay with us for a long time..."


    Aldrich pped softly on the sidelines, not just in praise of his yers executing the tactics effectively, but also to acknowledge the fans in the stands.


    The second half had just begun, and Luton had already lost a goal. Their previously solid defense had begun to crack, dramatically altering the game''s dynamics.


    Though Millwall''s yers had be increasingly negative in the first half, this goal invigorated their spirits, allowing them to approach the game with newfound confidence. This shift in momentum was a turning point.


    Particrly, the two wings began to shine in the second half.


    Pires received a pass from Lucas behind him and, after gaining possession, he didn''t attempt to dribble. Instead, heunched a diagonal long pass aimed at Trezeguet at the back post.


    This provided Trezeguet the space to elerate and sprint into the box. Meeting the iing ball, he executed a diving header. The defender tracking him couldn''t evene close to reaching the ball, which soared towards the goal like a cannonball. However, the Luton keeper, though inexperienced, made a spectacr save by deflecting it over the bar.


    The often unnoticed Luton goalkeeper had just pulled off a brilliant stop.


    Trezeguet shook his head in slight regret as he got back up, but he did not lose heart. He quickly repositioned himself to prepare for a corner kick.


    The game had be one-sided. With Millwall''s wingers no longer as static as in the first half, their attacking unit was now bursting with energy.


    From the stands, Wenger''s expression grew more pleased as he watched Schneider and Pires'' performances. He could see Aldrich''s tactical adjustments paying off in real-time.


    No substitutions were made, no tactical changes initiated; it was merely a shift in rhythm that allowed the two wings to find their bnce.


    The ball moved more fluidly now.


    Schneider once more seized the ball on the wing. The fullback defending him, still haunted by his earlier mistake, hesitated to press forward, almost prepared to backtrack once the inevitable two-on-one situation unfolded.


    But this time, Schneider stopped the ball at his feet, and the retreating fullback hesitated for just a moment. In that moment of doubt, Schneider cut inside, advancing diagonally into the box''s edge, forcing the center-back to chase him. Schneider timed it perfectly, sending a through ball into the box, where Trezeguet found himself unmarked. He half-turned and fired a shot!


    The Luton goalkeeper positioned himself well to block the near post, but the ball rocketed into the far corner of the!


    2-0!


    Trezeguet shook his head in disbelief, shouting joyfully. He raced towards the southern stand, and the fans there turned around to disy his name as well.


    The Lion''s Den erupted in a sea of celebration.


    Seeing the goal, Aldrich turned back to the bench with a smile, sitting down.


    Jensen, who was younger than Aldrich, was in awe of him. Just a slight alteration in approach hadpletely revitalized Millwall''s wing y!


    With two assists under his belt, Schneider felt ecstatic as he jumped onto Trezeguet''s back in celebration, his mind still reying Aldrich''s words during halftime.


    He realized now how exhausted he had been in the first half.


    He previously thought the Luton fullback was a tough adversary, imprable in defense.


    He learned that the issue wasn''t how strong the opposition was, but rather that he hadn''t performed to his potential.


    Aldrich had conveyed a few simple messages, allowing him to rediscover the pure joy and passion of football on the pitch.


    His boss was truly remarkable!


    Before the match concluded, Pires struck a long-range shot just outside the box to seal the score at 3-0.


    Millwall had triumphed in the ninth round of the EFL Championship, continuing to lead the table.


    While winning the three points was significant, Aldrich felt especially delighted to see his yers'' renewed spirit. With a bit of attacking leeway, they yed with greater vigor and enthusiasm, a momentum that bodes well. At least this time, Aldrich''s small gamble had borne fruit.


    As the match ended and the sun dipped below the horizon, Aldrich bid farewell to Wenger outside the club gates.


    Andrew hade to watch the game too, and Aldrich asked him to drive Wenger back a short distance.


    Outside the club, Andrew ced Wenger''s simple suitcase into the car, and then he sat quietly inside, waiting.


    In the fading sunlight, Wenger and Aldrich stood facing each other, as if cloaked in a golden glow. Wenger smiled warmly and said, "Aldrich, your team is fantastic. With this crop of young yers under your guidance, they will surely contend for trophies in the future."


    Aldrich reciprocated with a warm smile, "The trophies are still far off. The most important task ahead is to reach the top tier of the league."


    Wenger extended his hand and said, "Then I wish your team an early entry into the Premier League. Thank you for your hospitality over these days; I''ve gained a lot here."


    After shaking hands with him, Aldrich said, "I wish you safe travels."


    Wenger turned and got into Andrew''s car. Andrew, in the driver''s seat, waved at Aldrich as the car gradually rolled away.


    Aldrich watched the car disappear into the distance, the beautiful twilight casting a warm glow over Wenger as he was about to embark on his journey to Japan, sending him heartfelt blessings from the bottom of his heart.


    For Wenger, this trip to Japan was destined to be a joyful one; he had transformed Nagoya Grampus, the J League''s bottom team, into a runner-up in just half a year.


    Yet ultimately, that would not be Wenger''s true home.


    As the car vanished from sight, Aldrich turned and walked back into the club, a slight smile gracing his lips as he softly murmured.


    "Professor, we''ll meet again in the Premier League!"

 Chapter 35: most important game

    <h4>Chapter 35: most important game</h4>


    In Aldrich''s view, building a football team is quite simr to dining.


    The first approach is akin to a buffet: you can choose whatever dishes you like. If you need bnced y, then you recruit strong yers on the wings. If you want to y defensively with counter-attacks, then you buy fast yers who excel in such situations. This design allows the coach to haveplete freedom in strategy.


    The second approach is more like tailoring a suit to fit the wearer''s body. You simply utilize what you have and search for the most suitable tactics to maximize the strengths of your lineup. This involves cing yers in positions that best suit their characteristics and skills. Once set, the tactical framework starts to take shape, but it inevitablyes with limitations.


    Middlesbrough''s tactical setup falls under the second category.


    In the tenth round of the Championship, Aldrich''s squad would head to North Yorkshire to face the league''s second-ced Middlesbrough!


    Aldrich was particrly serious during the pre-match preparation meeting. The entire coaching staff believed that this match would be the most crucial in the 46-match season!


    This season, Middlesbrough had changed its club ownership and reced its head coach, facing a situation simr to Millwall''s. The new coach for Middlesbrough was none other than former Manchester United captain, Bryan Robson, who was taking the helm as a yer-coach.


    With Robson''s esteemed reputation and the presence of yton ckmore, who also transferred from Manchester United, Middlesbrough smoothly transitioned through a turbulent summer. Remarkably, there was hardly a need for a period of adaptation, and Middlesbrough emerged as a strong contender for the Championship title!


    In the first nine matches of the league, Millwall recorded six wins, two draws, and one loss, amassing crucial points.


    Middlesbrough matched Millwall''s record with six wins, two draws, and one loss, sitting second only due to a slightly inferior goal difference.


    Many pundits observed that though Millwall was currently at the top, the team''s youth could pose an instability factor. In contrast, Middlesbrough boasted a mature squad, with an average age of around 25. The oldest yers, forward Hendry and defender Pearson, were both 30, and they wereplemented by the veteran ckmore, who also had significant experience. This gave Middlesbrough a mature core, vital for consistent performance throughout the season.


    Another critical factor cing Middlesbrough among the title favorites was their tactical formation.


    A defensive 5-3-2 setup.


    This formation was also utilized by a Premier League team, Arsenal, under George Graham, characterized by extremely pragmatic and defensive tactics that could sometimes render matches dull.


    Aldrich thought of Millwall as barefoot, while Middlesbrough was well-shod; hence, he didn''t feel the need to fear them.


    However, the match''s oue would hold significant meaning for a young team.


    A loss would create a mindset where the barefoot became fearful of those who were shod.


    He needed to prevent his team from developing a mentality that losing was eptable.


    Therefore, he meticulouslyid out the tactical preparations.


    "Opposing yer John Hendry may be thirty, but he is a pure striker. yers like him might go unnoticed for a good portion of the 90 minutes, but given just a minute of glory, he could redefine the match. We need to pay special attention to marking him. His strike partner is the twenty-year-old Graham Cavana, whose attributes are quite distinct��he''s a forward who actively disrupts our defensive line with his running. It''s crucial to disconnect him from Hendry; he''s also remarkably strong in the air and possesses considerable creativity after receiving the ball."


    During the pre-match strategy meeting prior to their departure, Aldrich focused on analyzing the two strikers'' strengths and the defensive strategies against them.


    The yers listened attentively; everyone understood the significance of the next match��it was a true top-of-the-table sh!


    The following day, Aldrich led his team to North Yorkshire. Before the afternoon match, they attended a pre-match interview with Middlesbrough.


    Due to the match''s high stakes, it was scheduled for the evening to maximize viewership.


    Sitting in the press conference room, Aldrich wore a smirk, observing over twenty media representatives in front of him, several of whom he recognized well.


    This was a far cry from the scene two months ago, when the Championship was about to begin.


    Young journalists from The Sun and The Daily Mail were excited to see Aldrich.


    Before they could start questioning, Aldrich smiled and greeted the two journalists.


    "Thompson, Richard, are you still interns?"


    Thompson from The Sun appeared a bit bashful, smiling awkwardly before shaking his head.


    Clearly, he had been promoted.


    However, his confidence still seemed somewhat fragile. Two months ago, Aldrich had been interviewed by him, and Thompson had submitted a rigid article that the editor hadpletely rewritten. The following day, Thompson''s piece painted Aldrich, who was originally portrayed as an inspiring young coach, as a yboy treating the club like a toy.


    For this misrepresentation, Thompson felt guilty as a professional, but thankfully, Aldrich didn''t seem to hold a grudge.


    In contrast, Richard appeared much more seasoned. He boldly remarked, "Thanks to you, I''ve been officially hired by The Daily Mail, ha!"


    Aldrich rested his chin on his hand, intrigued as he responded, "Is that rted to me?"


    Richard puffed up with pride, saying, "Of course! I''ve been closely following Millwall. In these past two months, Millwall has certainly surprised everyone, haha. Mr. Hall, I always knew it would be good to keep an eye on you; my job is safe."


    He even raised his eyebrows at fellow reporters, drawing disapproving snickers from those representing major publications like The Times and The Guardian.


    Richard, being new to the field, had no fear, and despite others looking down on him, he met their disdain with a nonchnt smirk.


    With Millwall''s strong momentum drawing attention, even major reporters wereing in for news coverage. Richard felt aplished, viewing his faithful reporting as foresight...


    "Since we have so many media friends today, let''s do this: each person gets one question, and let''s keep them brief and rted to the match. I will decline to answer other questions. Who wants to go first? Richard, what do you want to know?"


    Aldrich sat up straight, his expression always warm and smiling.


    Richard squared his posture and loudly asked, "Mr. Hall, in the pre-season, you mentioned that Millwall''s goal this season was simply to avoid relegation. Now, after nine rounds of the league, your team sits atop the Championship, with impressive performances that have not gone unnoticed. You have a record of zero goals conceded in eight matches, with only two goals conceded in nine. What are your new goals for the team?"


    This question also piqued the interest of other reporters. On paper, many pundits did not believe Millwall was particrly strong, considering many yers were new faces. Would they be able to maintain their consistent excellent performance?


    But would the euphoria from consecutive victories cloud the young coach''s judgment?


    Aldrich rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly, "I think this question seems unrted to the uing matches. Well, Millwall''s goal this season remains simple: it''s about yer development. I stand by what I said before the season; it''s a young team with boundless potential. I won''t dwell on temporary gains or losses, nor will I monitor the league standings daily. As long as my team improves with every match, I will be satisfied. If I were still to im that our goal this season is just to avoid relegation, you would certainly call me a hypocrite in your hearts."


    Laughter erupted among the reporters present, who shared an unspoken understanding.


    In the Championship, with so many teams involved and matches abundant, the relegation line is roughly around fifty points.


    With Aldrich''s team already securing points after just nine matches, even if they yed overly defensively, they could easily avoid relegation in the remaining thirty-seven matches...


    Aldrich spread his hands in resignation, "This season, the Premier League has reduced the number of teams in the league. As you all know, to achieve promotion, one must either win the Championship or go through the yoffs. Thepetition will be fiercer than in previous years. So, discussing the goal in terms of the league standings is premature. I focus solely on the next match, and we''ll see what the results are one game at a time. Time will tell."


    The reporters seemed a bit disheartened. Naturally, they hoped to hear Aldrich''s bold derations, something they could sensationalize. This low-key, pragmatic approach offered little for eye-catching headlines.


    Even though Aldrich was stating the truth, discussing league standings at this point felt a bit premature. A team in the top ranks could easily drop to mid-table or even lower after just a couple of losses.


    Thompson raised his hand to ask, "Mr. Hall, Middlesbrough''s coach, Mr. Robson, was asked about you in a prior press conference. He expressed respect for your impressive start and noted that Millwall has entered a new era under your guidance, emphasizing that Middlesbrough cannot underestimate the young Millwall squad. Other teams in the Championship should also regard you seriously. How do you respond to this? What do you think of Mr. Bryan Robson?"


    Aldrich paused thoughtfully for a moment. Though at first nce Robson had not spoken ill of him, it clearly was a psychological tactic. His intentions seemed to imply that Millwall was bing a target for the other teams in the Championship, a tactic that echoed Sir Alex Ferguson''s strategies.


    In all fairness, Aldrich and Robson had both recently embarked on their coaching journeys, with Robson only taking a yer-coach role this season.


    "I can only say that Mr. Robson has conducted thorough research on Millwall. Personally, I hope every opponent in the Championship underestimates us; it would be even better if they rested their key yers when facing us, haha."


    Another round ofughter filled the room at Aldrich''s candid remark.


    Underestimating Millwall?


    Those teams that previously took them lightly had often found themselves dismantled by Millwall''s effective defensive counterattacks. Only pragmatic teams like Bolton and Reading had managed to gain points off Millwall.


    "Mr. Bryan Robson is a highly respected individual, and I won''t be the one to evaluate his coaching capabilities. Middlesbrough''s achievements over the past couple of months speak for themselves. Compared to Millwall, they are certainly title favorites. Any team aspiring to reach the Premier League would wish to defeat a strong side like Middlesbrough to strike a blow to their directpetitors."


    Aldrich''s remarks were not mere ttery; Bryan Robson, in the 1980s English football scene, was not only a legendary captain but also a born leader. It was precisely this leadership quality that enabled him to instill unity and fighting spirit in Middlesbrough so quickly after taking charge.


    However, coaching a team differs vastly from being its captain. A head coach''s sess isn''t solely determined by motivational qualities.


    Aldrich saw no reason to create enmity with Robson; it sufficed to acknowledge that they were title contenders. Even if other teams approached Millwall with great determination, Aldrich was confident Middlesbrough wouldn''t have the upper hand.


    Aldrich spoke with ease, asionally throwing in a joke, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie as the press conference came to an end.

 Chapter 36: Battle for the top spot!

    <h4>Chapter 36: Battle for the top spot!</h4>


    In Ennd, one measure of a football fan''s loyalty is their willingness to travel away to support their team. Unlike the so-called "football hooligans" who attend games just to vent their violence, genuine fan organizations actively organize trips for supporters to cheer on their beloved teams.


    Though the "Lion''s Roar" fan organization is rtively new, Brady managed to rally a group of over 200 supporters to journey to North Yorkshire. Following a significant home victory over Luton, the organization weed more fans, and Brady quickly established himself as a prominent figure among the supporters. He ensured that behavior standards were upheld within the fan organization, strictly prohibiting fighting and excessive drinking.


    After the Taylor report was released, Middlesbrough began constructing a new stadium, Riverside Stadium, which is set to open next summer. The 1994-95 season marks Middlesbrough''sst at Ayresome Park, a venue that, once reconfigured for seating, can amodate just over 20,000 fans. Nevertheless, this stadium holds significant historical relevance, having hosted games during the 1966 World Cup, alongside Sundend''s Roker Park as the two main venues in the Northeast region.


    Brady and the group of over 200 fans arrived outside Ayresome Park, donned in Millwall''s deep blue kits. They entered through the visiting team''s entrance and stood orderly in the stands. As is customary in such matches, the home and away supporters were separated, and the Middlesbrough fans watched nervously as Brady and his followers prepared for the encounter.


    The Millwall hooligans had arrived!


    Last season, Millwall''s fans had caused trouble here, engaging in verbal taunts, provocations, and even throwing items at each other during matches with Middlesbrough fans.


    Across the UK, very few clubs weed Millwall supporters.


    It was no surprise that the home fans felt on guard, ready to retaliate against any provocation from Millwall.


    However, today they were bewildered to see these young fans standing proudly in the away section, singing their team songs with an infectious rock rhythm.


    "No matter where you go, we will follow you to the end!"


    "Nobody likes us, we don''t care!"


    The echoes of their voices easily resonated throughout the old-fashioned Ayresome Park.


    The Middlesbrough fans began to rx.


    Let them sing�� as long as they didn''t cause trouble and watched the match peacefully, everything would be fine.


    Before long, the Middlesbrough fans started singing back, the pre-game banter between the two fan bases clearly kicking off.


    As the yers prepared to take the field, Aldrich was already at the sidelines, listening intently to the Millwall fan chants, especially the defiant tune of "Nobody likes us, we don''t care." From a musical perspective, it was a catchy number, but the message carried a somewhat extreme tone, blending stubbornness with an unyielding spirit. This stood in stark contrast to their rivals, West Ham, whose fans frequently sang cheerful songs about blowing bubbles��a far more optimistic and uplifting attitude.


    Perhaps this was the allure that transcended football.


    East London had been in decline since World War II; in contrast to the thriving atmosphere of West and North London, the people of Southeast London tended to be either fiercely resilient or eternally optimistic.


    As the Middlesbrough head coach, Bryan Robson, stepped out, he clearly had no intention of ying in the match. Dressed sharply, he walked steadily towards the away team''s bench.


    It was not unusual for a head coach to greet the opposing team''s head coach, as it was amon courtesy in football. Friendly exchanges between coaches who shared a rapport were entirely normal.


    Middlesbrough and Millwall were simply engaged in a standard match, so a mutual greeting was entirely appropriate.


    "Mr. Hall, Ferguson has warned me to be cautious about you," Robson smiled and extended his hand.


    Aldrich smiled back, grasping Robson''s firm handshake, leaning in to whisper, "Is that old fox interested in my yers?"


    Aldrich didn''t believe Ferguson would suddenly take an interest in his team. While Aldrich did have two yers on loan from Manchester United, neither David Beckham nor Gary Neville made the starting lineup for his squad. With only five substitutes allowed in the English game, their absence was notable.


    Additionally, with Manchester United''s current struggles, Aldrich was aware from following Premier League news that the club was undergoing a transition. Ferguson''s remarks to Robson likely stemmed from watching a few promising talents on the Millwall squad rather than a direct interest.


    Robson appeared surprised but nodded with a smile. "Yes, the old man is particrly interested in Henrik Larsson from Millwall."


    Aldrich raised his eyebrows, understanding immediately. Manchester United''s current striking partnership featured Eric Cantona and Mark Hughes; however, Hughes was over thirty and was not the yer he once was. Manchester United certainly needed a new forward, a widely epted truth.


    "Isn''t he interested in Andy Cole as well? Why target my yer?"


    Robson shrugged, offering a wry smile. "Newcastle''s asking price is too high, and Keegan won''t make things easy for the old man."


    Aldrich nodded in understanding; the historical rivalry between Kevin Keegan and Ferguson was well known, especially since Keegan had a background with Liverpool.


    Larsson''s goal-scoring efficiency in the Championship was remarkable. His performances on the pitch were not just meeting expectations; after all, his transfer in the summer had been significant. Was Ferguson really taking notice?


    Aldrich winked at Robson and whispered softly, "Let''s see how things unfold at the end of this season. Larsson could be a free agent by then."


    Robson''s eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback.


    Millwall had spent a considerable sum to bring in such a high-efficiency forward, only to let him go after one season?


    However, he refrained from further pressing the matter. After sharing knowing smiles, Robson turned back to his home bench.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but grin. He couldn''t stop United from trying to poach his yers, but he could create barriers, including sry negotiations.


    As long as Millwall earned promotion this season, Larsson''s weekly wage would exceed ten thousand. Aldrich nned to have all yers sign renewed contracts next summer, especially with the Bosman ruling set to take effect at the end of the year. He wanted to secure his yers firmly.


    As for Manchester United''s payment structure��well, they were now a publicly tradedpany, navigating an era of corporate management. Football clubs needed to be ountable to shareholders, and wage expenditures were closely monitored. Rumor had it that Eric Cantona''s retirement was partly due to dissatisfaction with his sry negotiations.


    Tonight''s match was the spotlight event for the top of the Championship, with live television coverage set to draw a significant audience.


    As the yers took the field, thementator enthusiastically began to introduce the starting lineups.


    "Wee to Ayresome Park! Tonight, we feature an anticipated sh of the Titans in the Championship. We have two teams that have exceeded expectations this season before us. Last season''s ninth-ced Middlesbrough, under the guidance of new head coach Bryan Robson, has achieved amendable record of six wins, two draws, and one loss over the first nine matches. Meanwhile, facing them is Millwall, a team that was forecasted as a relegation candidate prior to the season. Surprisingly, Millwall sits at the top of the table after nine rounds, matching Middlesbrough with only a single loss and two draws. They''ve scored the second-most goals in the Championship, just one goal shy of the league-leading Wolves, with a ster defensive record��having conceded only two goals across nine matches. How will eighteen-year-old head coach Aldrich Hall lead his young squad to create history this season? Tonight''s match will present a true test for Millwall!"


    Aldrich surveyed the Middlesbrough starting eleven, noting it was identical to his pre-match predictions.


    This was the limitation of Robson''s tactic��he could only make the best of what he had, making it difficult to introduce surprises in formation or lineup.


    Middlesbroughcked strong midfield yers but had a solid defense, which forced Robson to field a five-defender setup. He shifted his wingers into more central roles, granting them freedom to maneuver in the attacking third.


    Regardless, such an arrangement was both a necessity and a reasonable tactic. Aldrich himself would likely struggle to implement a better strategy, especially considering this squad''s age made it challenging to alter their typical ystyle or habits.


    "The home side, Middlesbrough, is wearing their traditional red kits. Their starting lineup includes goalkeeper An Miller; defenders Curtis Fleming, Durek White, Nigel Pearson, Steve Wicks, and Neil Cox; midfielders yton ckmore, Robbie Mustoe, and Craig Hit; and forwards John Hendry, thirty years old, partnering with twenty-year-old Graham Cavana."


    "Now, let''s take a look at Millwall in their blue kits. This lineup is, on average, about four years younger than Middlesbrough''s. In goal: Kasey Keller; defenders Lilian Thuram, Gareth Southgate, Jaap Stam, and Lucas Neil; midfielders Bernd Schneider, ude Makelele, and Pavel Nedved; and forwards Henrik Larsson and David Trezeguet. Notably, the attacking pairing of Larsson and Trezeguet holds the record for the most goals scored in the Championship and, being young, we''ll see what challenges they can pose against Middlesbrough''s staunch defense today. Football fans, the Championship sh of the Titans is about tomence! Millwall will take the kickoff."


    As the referee blew his whistle, Trezeguet flicked the ball under his feet, and Larsson kicked the ball into the backcourt.


    In the tenth round of English League One, the battle for the top spot begins!

 Chapter 37: A Game of Deception

    <h4>Chapter 37: A Game of Deception</h4>


    From the start of the match, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, watching intently. He needed to demonstrate his seriousness about the game.


    The yers were used to Aldrich''s posture, as if they were being observed by a solemn deity. Anyziness or loss of focus would be caught, requiring them to give their all on the field.


    As the game began, neither Millwall nor Middlesbroughunched into an immediate offensive. The ball mostly moved back and forth in their own halves, and the pace of the game was slow, suggesting it wouldn''t be a particrly thrilling match.


    A few minutes in, Aldrich frowned slightly. Millwall''s few attempts at organizing attacks were all thwarted by Middlesbrough''s defense, which had a clear advantage in both numbers and experience.


    Aldrich pondered: Is Middlesbrough ying so conservatively because they''re aiming for a draw?


    He couldn''t help but put himself in Bryan Robson''s shoes. With the cards he had, facing a team like Millwall, known for their strong attack, getting a draw would be a satisfactory oue, especially with a defense-oriented formation.


    Relying solely on the previous strategy of attacking down the nks seemed difficult against Middlesbrough''s defense. Even if Pires or Schneider managed to break past the full-backs and find an opening on the wing, the opponent''s three central defenders could still lock down Millwall''s two forwards in the box.


    Taking advantage of a throw-in opportunity, Aldrich shouted towards the forwards. Seeing them look back, he gestured with his hands��two fingers pointing forward, followed by a separating motion, and then clenching his fists together.


    The four attackers up front nodded towards Aldrich, signaling that they understood what to do next.


    Bryan Robson, standing on the home team''s bench, had a slightly puzzled expression.


    He had a strange feeling: Aldrich had the air of a cunning strategist.


    After the kickoff, Millwall held a slight advantage, though not by much, as the ball was clearly more often at their feet.


    The two forwards, Larsson and Trezeguet, withdrew deeper into midfield. After abination y with Pires in the center, Larsson and Trezeguet made a run into the nks of the penalty area, prompting Middlesbrough''s central defenders to shadow them closely.


    Seeing this, Bryan Robson''s heart sank.


    It was clear that only one central defender, Nigel Pearson, remained in the center of the penalty area.


    Durie White and Steve Weeks had been drawn out by Larsson and Trezeguet!


    Defensive midfielder Robbie Matos hesitated between blocking Nedved''s run and dropping back, while Pires dribbled inside, forcing Pearson to step forward to block. Pires then passed the ball sideways.


    Middlesbrough''s defense saw an unexpected yer in front of their penalty area: Bernd Schneider!


    The two wingers hadbined in the middle. Pearson turned to block Schneider, who, if he advanced with the ball, would be nearly one-on-one with the goalkeeper.


    Just as Pearson turned to chase, Schneider chipped the ball towards the penalty spot. Pearson, sweating profusely, saw the ball sail over his head and noticed a deep blue figure shing past him.


    F-uck!


    Robert Pires!


    The two wingers had seamlessly outyed Middlesbrough''s defense. After the ball was chipped into the box, Pires had only the Middlesbrough goalkeeper, n Miller, to beat.


    Pires didn''t adjust; he struck the ball directly!


    Aldrich watched the y unfold from the sidelines, already envisioning Pires scoring.


    But Pires flubbed it!


    He swung his leg gracefully, but the ball and his foot didn''t connect perfectly, and instead, his shin struck the ball.


    n Miller, having anticipated the shot, dived to his left, assuming Pires would either shoot with power to the left or right. He chose to dive left, to Pires'' right.


    But no one expected the ball to take such a bizarre trajectory.


    Aldrich clutched his head in disbelief, eyes wide open.


    He couldn''t clearly see what was happening inside the box, especially the goalkeeper''s reaction, but surely even an amateur keeper could save this shot?


    But n Miller had already dived to the right, lying on the goal line, eyes bulging as he slowly raised his head to watch the ball, spinning with a strong backspin, drift feather-light into the goal.


    n Miller tried to reach out for the ball, but his body tilted further backward, eventually rolling over, only to clutch the ball tightly after it had crossed the line.


    n Miller furiously threw the ball away from his chest!


    "The ball''s in! Pires has opened the scoring for Millwall with an incredibly bizarre goal! He was at the penalty spot, with a golden opportunity, no one near him, and in a perfect shooting position, but instead of using his foot, he struck the ball with his shin! The ball, with a significant spin, floated gently into Middlesbrough''s. There''s no denying that luck yed a big part in this goal..."


    Pires, who had fallen to the ground after his failed shot, was heartbroken. He had slipped because he didn''t make solid contact with the ball, but as he sat up, he looked at the ball''s trajectory and then at the goalkeeper, utterly stunned.


    He wanted to ask the goalkeeper: I messed up, but what were you doing?


    n Miller, after tumbling to the ground, looked up in shock, just like Pires.


    Ayresome Park was silent at first, then erupted in cheers from the away stands.


    The ball''s in!


    We''re leading!


    Bryan Robson held his head, at a loss for words, cursing his bad luck, then turned to shout instructions at his yers.


    Aldrich, too, experienced a rollercoaster of emotions, from expectation to disappointment, then to surprise, finally unable to suppress a grin.


    Pires got up, rubbing his backside as he was swarmed by his teammates celebrating his goal.


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


    "Teach me sometime!"


    Amidstughter, Millwall''s yers began retreating to their half.


    Calming down on the sidelines, Bryan Robson encouraged his yers while making adjustments on the field.


    He realized now that old man Ferguson''s warning not to underestimate Millwall wasn''t mere talk, and it wasn''t just because of Millwall''s formidable forwards. The young coach on the sidelines, nearly twenty years his junior, was undoubtedly a capable strategist.


    No one had expected Millwall''s wingers to work together in the center. Although Millwall''s previous games had shown the wingers participating in central attacks, it was mostly to create space or support the main attack, which still came from the wings or nks. But they had never connected directly like this before.


    This was Premier League-level football.


    In terms of tactics, Premier League teams didn''t just cross from the wings into the box. They often used wide-ranging, precise long passes or intricatebinations around the box as their main strategies. But in the rough-and-tumble world of the First Division, such y was rare due to the limited skill of the yers.


    With a one-goal lead, Aldrich urged his yers to stayposed. Holding this lead would give them the confidence to manage the game more effectively.


    As the match continued, Aldrich had to reassess Middlesbrough.


    Conceding first didn''t break their spirit. Middlesbrough maintained a steady pace, and their defense adapted quickly to Millwall''s attacking movements. The full-backs and central defenders coordinated well, disrupting Millwall''s attempts to prate the box.


    Middlesbrough''s attack, though simple, wasn''t the typical long-ball game seen in the First Division. However, trying to break through Millwall''s defense with ground passes in outnumbered situations seemed overly ambitious.


    Central midfielders Hit and ckmore, along with forward Kavanagh, kept moving around in the attacking third, but as soon as they received the ball, Millwall''s defensive midfielder Mak��l��l�� was on them, with support from the retreating midfielders, leading to turnovers.


    After thirty-five minutes, Middlesbrough hadn''t even managed a single shot!


    Even the TVmentators were getting frustrated.


    "Millwall''s defense is outstanding. They always outnumber Middlesbrough in key areas, easily cutting off their attacks. ckmore and Hit have been repeatedly dispossessed by Millwall''s defenders. Clearly, this strategy isn''t working for Middlesbrough. Bryan Robson should at least try long balls. Although John Hendrie is terrible in the air, the twenty-year-old Kavanagh could be a decent target. It''s worth a shot. Who knows, they might get lucky like Pires..."


    Aldrich remained on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, asionally ncing at Bryan Robson.


    The match''s momentum was clearly against Middlesbrough. How could Robson not see it?


    Then why was he still so calm?


    As the first half neared its end, Middlesbrough organized another attack. Defensive midfielder Mastos passed the ball to ckmore, who settled it down and, without waiting for Lucas to close in, sent a long diagonal ball to the left wing. There, the versatile Hit brought the ball down with a beautiful chest trap.


    Mak��l��l�� rushed over from the side, while Thuram blocked his path ahead.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, right where he could see the action. Suddenly, a red figure shed by, and Aldrich''s heart sank!


    Who was that?


    Aldrich quickly focused on the yer''s number and name, and a sense of foreboding rose within him.


    Middlesbrough''s 25-year-old full-back Curtis Fleming!


    For the


    first time in the entire half, Fleming had joined the attack, leaving the defensive line unguarded!


    In a quick move, Fleming received Hit''s ball and darted forward, while the Millwall yers were too far to intercept.


    Damn!


    Aldrich immediately shouted toward the center-backs.


    Gareth Southgate had already started running diagonally to cover Fleming. Fleming looked up, seeing that Thuram was closing in on Hit. In a split second, he swung his leg and fired a powerful low shot!


    The ball rocketed towards the far corner of the goal, just inside the post, and was out of Kahn''s reach!


    The ball was in the!


    Ayresome Park erupted!


    Bryan Robson clenched his fist in excitement!


    The goal was purely a tactical one. Hit and ckmore were actually decoys, with the real dangering from the full-backs who suddenly joined the attack!


    Aldrich grimaced. After Middlesbrough scored, he calmly signaled his yers to regroup and reorganize.


    One minuteter, the first half ended with a 1-1 score.

 Chapter 38: The Turning Point

    <h4>Chapter 38: ?The Turning Point</h4>


    John Hendry''s long, sturdy legs suddenly came into Kelleher''s view, leaving him stunned, as if struck by lightning. All he could do was watch as Hendry expertly nudged the ball with the tip of his foot and then slid into the along with it.


    "John Hendry! John Hendry! He was almost invisible for most of the first half, but in this moment, he executed a beautifulbination y with Curtis Fleming, breaking through Millwall''s defense! He extended his leg and sent the ball into Millwall''s goal at the near post, leveling the score for Middlesbrough! Millwall''s impressive defensive record has officially been broken by Middlesbrough!"


    Since the start of the league, the defensivebination of Thuram, Stam, Southgate, Neil, and Kelleher had tasted defeat for the first time, their goal finally breached.


    The atmosphere at Ayresome Park was electric as the crowd erupted into cheers. Middlesbrough''s yers gathered in celebration, lifting their heads high as they returned to their half, as if equalizing was merely expected, relying on their experience and maturity in matches.


    Bryan Robson, having seen the goal, only clenched his fist briefly before remaining calm andposed.


    Aldrich pped his hands calmly in the pitch, encouraging his yers not to lose heart. After all, conceding a goal just brought them back to square one.


    Yet, Aldrich felt speechless about the goal they conceded, knowing deep down that Robson had just taught him a valuable lesson.


    Millwall''s conceding was not due to individual skill or yer errors; it was entirely a result of Middlesbrough''s sessful tactics.


    Sometimes, tactics rely on surprising the opponent.


    Had Middlesbrough pushed their two full-backs forward from the start, Aldrich believed that neither wing would have had any sess during the game��especially Thuram''s side, where very few yers in Division One could realistically break through his defensive capabilities.


    At that moment, Aldrich realized that Middlesbrough''s previous conservatism had lulled their opponents into a false sense of security.


    The defensive 5-3-2 formation had deceived everyone. The slow tempo of the game created an illusion for Millwall''s defense. As Millwall''s defenders became overly confident and tried to pressure, Middlesbrough''s full-backs made unexpected surges forward, catching Millwall''s defense off-guard.


    The tactic achieved the effect of "winning through the unexpected," and this sudden shift from a slow to a fast pace caught even Aldrich by surprise.


    Aldrich thought to himself: Bryan Robson surely knows how to adapt.


    However, he was not discouraged; the current Millwall squad was still taking shape. They were only beginning to figure out the rhythm of matches and tactically flexible maneuvers. This required more time and experience to hone, while Middlesbrough was a well-matured team, difficult to improve upon.


    As y resumed in the center circle, Millwall''s defense absorbed the recent lesson. Both full-backs were particrly vignt about covering any wide attacks, while Pires and Schneider also began to drop back to aid in defense.


    Seeing Millwall''s yers quickly adjust themselves now, Robson, who initially hoped to exploit Millwall''s moment of confusion to score again, shook his head and calmly gestured for his yers to y it safe.


    As the first half came to an end, Aldrich remained calm upon seeing his opponents revert to their slow, conservative tactics. Millwall''s defense had not crumbled after a single goal conceded; this was the defensive line he had worked hard to build.


    The referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the first half, and Aldrich was the first to leave the field, heading toward the locker room.


    Morale is a strange and intangible thing.


    If Millwall had conceded first and then equalized, their spirits would have undoubtedly lifted.


    However, having scored first only to be equalized, the yers felt a slight sense of suppression.


    The score was tied at 1-1, yet it felt as if something earned had been taken away; it was a strange sensation.


    This was a natural human reaction, and Aldrich felt a tinge of it, too.


    It was this shift in emotions that worried Aldrich at the beginning of his team-building. Losing games, especially being turned around, was a huge taboo!


    Creating a rxed mentality for the team and shedding that fear of gain and loss takes time; it requires cultivating strong hearts that remain unfazed in high-pressure situations��a daunting task.


    Back in the locker room, the yers sat in silence, panting and feeling the pressure in the air, as if it had solidified.


    Aldrich didn''t want them to carry that stress, knowing that pressure could lead to a domino effect of negative emotions. So, he shrugged and smiled, saying, "Robert, you really need to work on your shooting!."


    The yers paused, then burst intoughter.


    Pires chuckled ruefully, "Boss, can we not talk about that goal? Give me a hundred more chances, and I still wouldn''t slip."


    He knew that the strange goal from the first half would be a source of jokes among teammates.


    Aldrich, however, shrugged nonchntly, "No, no, no! If you had a hundred more chances and slipped each time, I''d still apud you as long as you put the ball in the��even if you scored with your backside!"


    Laughter erupted again...


    The atmosphere in the locker room brightened, and the cloud from thete first-half goal dissipated significantly.


    After theughter, Aldrich raised his hand to signal the yers to quiet down and listen to his tactical briefing.


    Aldrich never held back when it was time to get serious; he understood that simply boosting the yers'' spirits wouldn''t necessarily secure a win.


    In front of the tactical board, Aldrich outlined the positioning of the opposing defenders and quietly exined, "Middlesbrough''s defense spent most of the first half near the penalty area, rarely pushing forward or attempting to create offside traps. This is why we struggled to prate their defense. For the second half, your task is simple: we need to draw them out, forcing their defense to create space for our attacking yers to exploit. Robert, Bernd, Henrik, you three can roam around the edge of the box, and if you spot an opportunity, take long-range shots. Don''t worry about the angles; what matters is how often you shoot and keep it on target. David, I need you up front, supporting your teammates'' attacks and acting as a focal point for our offense. When their defense pushes up, tightening our shooting space, be ready to break the offside trap. Understood?"


    The yers nodded seriously.


    Aldrich reminded them of a few defensive adjustments, then let them take a moment to prepare for the second half.


    He had confidence in this defense; they wouldn''t fall into the same trap twice, and another sudden breakthrough on the nks like in the first half would not happen again.


    In fact, Aldrich was thankful to Bryan Robson. That conceded goal had aided Millwall''s yers in improving their defensive awareness��a form of experiential growth.


    Experience cannot simply be learned or practiced; in defense, it is forged from rising up after failures, embedded in one''s memory.


    As Aldrich stood at the sidelines, the second half began quickly, with cheers from both sets of supporters filling every corner of Ayresome Park.


    Aldrich focused intently on observing Middlesbrough''s tactical changes in the second half. Years of watching games across Europe had instilled in him an instinct to constantly visualize changes in formations and tactics while overlooking the field.


    Millwall began to take frequent long-range shots, putting pressure on Middlesbrough''s goal. This tense moment had both sets of fans on the edge of their seats, while Bryan Robson showed quick adaptability��he didn''t push his defensive line forward. Instead, he instructed his attacking yers to fall back; apart from John Hendry, who roamed freely in the front, the rest of the yers retreated to half, creating an overload on defense.


    Once they regained possession, Middlesbrough''s counterattacks utilized the width of the field for long passes, but the effectiveness was limited. Their full-backs, drawn into supporting the attack, found themselves closely marked by Millwall''s retreating wide yers.


    Fifteen minutes into the second half, the game became increasingly tense, with the ball moving back and forth between the two penalty areas, as both sides struggled to find a shooting opportunity.


    At this point, Aldrich finally grasped Bryan Robson''s tactical setup.


    It was neither a defensive 5-3-2 nor an all-out attacking 3-5-2; more urately, it was an asymmetric 4-4-2. Though the visual presentation of this formation seemed odd, it didn''t indicate much; tactics are the synthesis of formation and style of y.


    Middlesbrough''s two full-backs worked in synergy, assisting effectively without both ovepping. They maintained at least four defenders'' positioning, ensuring they never were outnumbered during defensive duties.


    The rotating surges of the full-backs often caught opponents off-guard.


    Aldrich felt a newfound respect. No wonder Middlesbrough had thrived despite a turbulent summer; their overall strength hadn''t visibly improved, yet they performed admirably in the first nine rounds of Division One.


    Robson managed to mold such apetitive team with limited resources, which was quite impressive��though this remained in the realm of Division One.


    What surprised Aldrich further was how, while Ennd was still grappling with Charles Hughes'' infamous pomo theory in the 70s and 80s, Middlesbrough''s y leaned toward ground attacks, rather than overwhelming the opponent with a mass of attacking yers in the final third.


    Teams that could defeat the "long-ball" and "maximal positioning opportunity" pomo theory with ground-based attacks were quite unique in Ennd. This distinctive style had led to Nottingham Forest''s two-time European Championships, with Brian Clough widely celebrated for his achievements through ground-based passing tactics.


    Aldrich felt hesitant; the game was locked in a stalemate, and if his team could walk away with a point here, it would benefit their entire season, especially since they hadn''t lost to promotion favorites Middlesbrough on their own turf. This was crucial for the yers'' morale and mindset.


    As Aldrich pondered whether to take the risk for a win or settle for a draw, the dynamics of the game shifted dramatically!

 Chapter 39: Spirit of the Mighty Lion

    <h4>Chapter 39: Spirit of the Mighty Lion</h4>


    Former Manchester United yer ckmore roamed a vast area in the attacking zone, bing one of Middlesbrough''s most threatening offensive starters. After receiving a pass from Neil Cox in the backfield, he took a couple of strides near the center circle. Nedved had retreated and blocked his forward path, but ckmore still made a bold attempt andunched a long pass. Originally, it was just a wide-ranging change of y, but the ball struck Nedved''s shin and deflected off towards the goal line, resulting in a corner kick.


    The Millwall penalty area was crowded with yers; Southgate urged his teammates to mark their men. The game had entered a fever pitch, and everyone was tense.


    Hit took the corner and sent the ball flying towards the front post, where Southgate had closely marked Middlesbrough striker Graham Kavanagh.


    Watching the ball approach, Southgate applied pressure against Kavanagh, the two tightly bound together. As Southgate anticipated the trajectory of the football, he felt slightly more rxed, even though the ball was descending at the front post. Neither he nor Kavanagh were in a good position to head the ball, as they were rushing towards the goal line, almost overshooting it.


    However, Kavanagh jumped up nheless, and Southgate followed, clearly higher than Kavanagh. Even if Kavanagh managed to head it, Southgate was confident he could block the angle with his face!


    Yet, to Southgate''s disbelief, Kavanagh suddenly hunched down and leaned back. The ball struck his head and deflected outward from the penalty area.


    Was that a headed pass? A back flick?


    Southgate didn''t know, but he felt the threat in the box had been averted.


    But the ball skidded towards a diagonal 45-degree angle,nding in a dangerously unprotected area. Pires rushed forward to im it, but a Middlesbrough yer came barreling in��the veteran Nigel Pearson.


    As a defender, Pearsonunched a stunning volley!


    As the ball flew out, Middlesbrough fans in the stands expressed mild disappointment.


    This kick is not so much a shot as a clearance.


    The ball flew diagonally into the penalty area, its trajectory clearly intended to go out of bounds.


    But no one expected that the wayward shot would carry such immense power. Schneider, retreating, couldn''t dodge it in time as the ball struck his lower leg and ricocheted into the Millwall. Keeper Keller had no reaction; in fact, all the Millwall yers were left stunned.


    "Gooooooal! Middlesbrough takes the lead! 2-1! 2-1! Middlesbrough is now at the top of the League One table! We thought Kavanagh was clearing the ball for Millwall, but in an unfortunate turn of events, the ballnded outside the penalty area, and Pearson''s misguided shot was redirected by Schneider into his own��it''s an own goal! Millwall must be devastated! Will they lose their top position because of this own goal? There are just twenty minutes left in the game!"


    All the Middlesbrough yers involved in this corner attack rushed to the corner g, and Pearson was there, basking in the fans'' cheers, surprised that his clearance turned into a goal.


    Schneider held his head in despair, staring nkly. He understood what this own goal meant.


    Not only had their lead slipped away, but so too had their top position.


    The young yer felt as if he might sink to the ground.


    At that moment, two men approached him: Southgate and Nedved, the team''s captain and vice-captain, nking him on either side.


    "Bernd, lift your spirits. That''s not your fault; no one will me you."


    "Keep your chin up; the game isn''t over yet!"


    With theforting words from the two captains, Schneider gritted his teeth and raised his head. He instinctively looked toward the sidelines, eager to see how the manager would respond.


    Would he be substituted in anger?


    But as he nced over, Aldrich waved at him and pointed to Nedved. In front of Aldrich stood Pires, Larsson, and Trezeguet.


    Aldrich didn''t care how long Middlesbrough would celebrate.


    Though time was running short, Aldrich needed to rify the adjustments to the yers.


    At the moment that goal was scored, Aldrich''s expression went nk.


    His mind seemed to enter a void, and time slowed dramatically. He watched as Bryan Robson and the Middlesbrough coaches celebrated on the bench in exaggerated slow motion.


    The conceded goal was an ident, but it was also avoidable��Aldrich realized only then that he had been mistaken!


    Though he imed he would be satisfied with a draw, for the first seventy minutes, he had focused solely on tactics for winning.


    The team''s impressive performance over the first nine matches had bred a sense ofcency in him; he had merely pretended to be humble.


    Even at Ayresome Park, he did not emphasize defense more than before; it revealed his subconscious desire for immediate sess.


    In contrast, Robson''s Middlesbrough, clearly the home team, yed conservatively, truly ying for victory.


    If he could do it all over again, Aldrich would definitely not employ the same tactics.


    Middlesbrough was on the defensive; Millwall could be even more so; their counterattacks were more incisive than static attacks!


    As time passed, it would be Middlesbrough who first faltered; after all, this was their home turf, and Millwall was the team at the top they were chasing. If they ended up in a stalemate, it would undoubtedly be Middlesbrough who experienced the greater blow.


    Feeling guilty and self-reflective, Aldrich was ovee with regret. He could relieve the pressure on his yers and help them rx, but no one was there to remind him or correct his mistakes.


    Once believing he held the "memory" and experience of the future, he thought he had forged himself into steel, only to find he was still just a rookie!


    The team had been overturned, and suffering a morale-crushing own goal, Aldrich knew that Millwall was being pushed to the edge. At this moment, he needed to salvage not just the game but also their morale, and perhaps even his own authority and trust as the head coach.


    He could only take a daring risk.


    In a sh of insight, Aldrich pieced everything together. He had no time to wallow in regret or admire Robson''s cunning; he had to respond swiftly. Fortunately, his n for shaping the team had long been in his mind, though implementing it now might not be effective and certainly wasn''t timely. Still, he had to make that choice.


    Schneider approached Aldrich with a hint of apprehension, apanied by Nedved. Aldrich had little time to offerfort, so he simply said calmly to Schneider, "Forget about that conceded goal. You''ve yed exceptionally well today, and I hope you can maintain that performance until the final whistle."


    Upon hearing those words, Schneider felt tears welling up in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously, the heavy guilt that had weighed on him instantly transforming into boundless determination, even allowing him to forget the fatigue of the intense seventy minutes of the match.


    Aldrich kept it brief as heid out the tactical adjustments for the front five, emphasizing that while the strategy wouldn''t change entirely, it required the five yers to synchronize their movements and work seamlessly together.


    The match soon resumed, and with a one-goal lead, Middlesbrough adopted a moreposed and cautious approach in the ensuing y.


    The rhythm of cheering from Middlesbrough fans resonated through the stands, as Brady''s "Lion Roar" was drowned out in the wave of support from the twenty thousand Middlesbrough fans present.


    On the field, Nedved gained possession and passed it decisively to Pires on the left nk. Pires cut inside andunched a long-range shot that sailed over the crossbar, sending a shiver down the spine of Middlesbrough''s defense.


    Brian Robson frowned.


    Millwall seemed to be getting reckless while trailing!


    Trezeguet was stationed at the forefront, Larsson was on the left side of the area, and Nedved moved toward that side as well, making Pires the core attacker for Millwall.


    Nedved passed, Pires connected with Larsson and executed a one-two, with Pires pushing into the penalty area, only to have the ball intercepted.


    Pires cut in, Trezeguet returned the pass, and Pires went for a long-range shot...


    In the ten minutes since the restart, Pires undoubtedly became the main character for Millwall, registering four shots and three breakthroughs, while also creating a mediocre header opportunity for Trezeguet.


    Pires''s technical prowess during these brief moments was on full disy��his skillful dribbling, prating runs, and clever passes.


    As the first-half scorer for Millwall, Pires had naturally be a pressing concern for Middlesbrough''s defensive line. Containing him and limiting his movement became a top priority.


    With Millwall''s attacks continuing to intensify on the left nk, Middlesbrough''s defensive line inevitably began to tilt towards the right.


    Aldrich observed every movement of his team from the sidelines, feeling a sense of relief in his heart. Although his team was trailing, they did not show any signs of despair. Instead, they exhibited resilience and determination, fighting for every opportunity and disying amendable spirit in the face of adversity.


    Nedved tirelessly orchestrating attacks in the midfield, circling like a g that seemed to influence all his teammates.


    Now, with Millwall focusing on the left nk, even when they pushed hard, it was all directed that way, rapidly increasing the match pace in these final twenty minutes!


    As each Millwall attack unfolded, Middesbrough''s defenders instinctively shifted their focus to the right.


    When Pires found himself cornered on the left, Aldrich nced at the scoreboard: 88: .... 88: ....


    His expression grew solemn, realizing that the decisive moment was approaching!


    Middlesbrough fans erupted with cheers when Pires lost possession on the left nk.


    Cox cleared with a big kick, and an exhausted ckmore awaited the ball in ce. Brian Robson had also prepared to substitute in an effort to waste time, waiting for a dead-ball opportunity.


    Just as ckmore was about to stop the ball, a figure appeared before him.


    The tenacious defender Makelele!


    He sprinted in from behind, using his chest to deflect the ball, then made a swift pass to Nedved.


    When Nedved received the ball, Middlesbrough''s defense instinctively fixated on Pires. But this time, Nedved sent a powerful through ball to the right side.


    As Middlesbrough''s defensive shape had tilted right, they hardly realized how much space was left on the left!


    Since that own goal left Schneider virtually non-existent in the game, he had been lurking on the left, appearing almost leisurely, yet he pressed on the opposing defense''s position.


    Nedved''s through ballpletely tore apart Middlesbrough''s backline, and when Fleming finally caught on, Schneider had already received the ball by the goal line.


    Calmly bringing the ball inside from the baseline, Schneider''s spirit surged with greater intensity than ever; he understood that his manager was watching him intently. This opportunity was also a reward for his teammates'' relentless efforts, and he couldn''t squander it. Otherwise, he would never forgive himself.


    Chaos erupted in Middlesbrough''s penalty area as Pires stormed in from the right, Trezeguet charged towards the front post, and Larsson sprinted from the edge of the area toward the goal, causing the defense to instinctively copse and retreat.


    As Schneider entered the penalty area and faced off against Steve Wicks and Fleming, instead of attempting to dribble past them, he calmly passed the ball.


    The Middlesbrough defenders gasped as they watched the ball''s trajectory.


    It wasn''t a cross in front of the goal or a high ball into the area.


    That sted ball actually came back to the edge of the penalty arc after leaving Schneider''s foot.


    The retreating defenders allowed significant space to open near the top of the penalty arc.


    A golden-haired figure surged in, majestic and resolute, lifting his foot for a powerful shot!


    Aldrich clenched his teeth, his fingers balled into fists as he watched every detail of Nedved''s shooting form. The way his thigh muscles tensed exuded pure strength, resembling an elegant ruler��a golden lion!


    Boom!


    With immense power, Nedved''s shot sted from his foot, propelling the ball like a cannonball into the upper left corner of the!


    "Goooooooooal! Pavel Nedved! Pavel Nedved! Millwall has equalized! It''s now 2-2! 2-2! Millwall has pushed Middlesbrough back behind them; they remain the top team in League One!"


    Seeing the ball fly into the Middlesbrough goal, Aldrich suddenly dropped to his knees, pumping his fists in the air and howling to the heavens!


    "This goal is extraordinary!"


    League One''s top position?


    To hell with it!


    Millwall, the fierce lions, have found their spirit!

 Chapter 40: A Hard-Fought Draw

    <h4>Chapter 40: A Hard-Fought Draw</h4>


    The Ayasofya Park Stadium fell into a hushed silence; the jubnt cheers of the Middlesbrough fans abruptly ended, reced by the wild roars of the Millwall Lions supporters.


    No one expected Nedv��d to appear at the edge of the penalty area��no one!


    In the first nine rounds of the league, Nedv��d had yed in eight matches, and he had always stuck close to the center circle, primarily retreating to defend rather than making any daring forward runs.


    Even Brian Robson, who studied Millwall''s tactics, hadn''t listed Nedv��d as a potential match-winner.


    But when Nedv��d scored that brilliant equalizer, Brian Robson gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.


    He could clearly hear Aldrich''s ecstatic scream from not far away, the roar of that fierce face beneath the wild golden hair was not just a release of energy; it was a deration of victory!


    In his heart, Brian Robson silently thought: "Boss, you were wrong. This isn''t a Millwall team to underestimate; this is a Millwall team that will challenge the English football scene in the future!"


    In the twenty minutes after Middlesbrough regained the lead, Brian Robson watched a calm andmanding Millwall team take control of the match.


    They not only elerated the pace of the game, tiring Middlesbrough''s defense, but they also achieved a tactical victory!


    This kind of aggressive and purposeful pressure, along with the execution of their tactics, was something that Brian Robson had only seen from top teams during his twenty-year career in football.


    After Nedv��d''s goal, teammates rushed towards him from all directions, but he tore at his jersey and roared in excitement while sprinting towards the away team''s bench.


    His focus was on Aldrich, who was kneeling on the sidelines, raising his arms and screaming towards the sky. Although Aldrich was soon engulfed by his coaching staff in a tidal wave of joy, Nedv��d still charged towards him.


    shes of his brief moments with Aldrich filled Nedv��d''s mind.


    Less than two years ago, while at Sparta Prague, the team''s coach had told him he was a yer with no future, that he was just lucky to sit on the bench at Sparta Prague.


    Those words were etched in Nedv��d''s heart, driving him to train diligently every day, yet he was still just a substitute at Sparta.


    In the summer of ''94, when clubs were willing to spend over a million pounds��a "ridiculous" sum on him��he had thought they were joking.


    After arriving in London, Aldrich had a heart-to-heart discussion with Nedv��d.


    Nedv��d had never encountered a coach so young and so serious about his work as Aldrich.


    Aldrich not only analyzed Nedv��d''s strengths and weaknesses but also presented a meticulous training n, explicitly stating that if Nedv��d worked hard, the rewards would be extraordinary.


    He wasn''t just a foot soldier; he had immense talent and skill. Although he yed in midfield, he could be the key yer who would decide matches.


    Nedv��d patiently waited, doing whatever Aldrich asked of him, holding back his desire to participate in attacks unless Aldrich allowed it. Deep down, he understood that everything Aldrich did was for his benefit.


    Just moments after they conceded the goal, Aldrich''s tactical instructions were clear. The equalizer had toe not from the left nk or the right, but from an unexpected source: him, Pavel Nedv��d!


    When Nedv��d finally achieved that, everything else faded away.


    He sprinted from Middlesbrough''s penalty area to Aldrich, grabbing Aldrich''s suit and excitedly shouting, "Boss, did you see that? Did you see? We did it! We did it!"


    Aldrich hugged him tightly, repeatedly saying, "Well done! Well done!"


    Other Millwall yers also rushed over, surrounding the embracing pair of Nedv��d and Aldrich.


    Their celebration only came to an end when the referee came over to issue a warning.


    Aldrich shouted to the returning yers, "Let''s go! Let''s get another one!"


    Brian Robson, hearing this nearby, was left dumbfounded.


    The scoreboard showed 91 minutes; the fourth official finally raised the sign for four additional minutes.


    With less than three minutes left, did Aldrich really want to take a victory back from this away match?


    However, when Robson looked at his yers, he found them all dejected, their morale had plummeted.


    Victory had slipped through their fingers, and the psychological toll was apparent.


    Millwall had equalized, and now they were energized, seeming to forget their fatigue, ying like eleven roaring lions!


    Robson shook his head; he definitely did not want to see a copse that would lead to defeat.


    Substituting three defensive yers, Middlesbrough kicked off but simply kept knocking the ball around at the back to run down the clock.


    The referee blew the final whistle.


    The showdown in the tenth round of League One: Middlesbrough vs. Millwall ended in a 2-2 draw, both teams sharing the points.


    While both teams gained a point in the league, in terms of spirit, Millwall''s yers gained much more from this match than Middlesbrough.


    Brian Robson walked over to Aldrich, and after shaking hands, they leaned in for a quiet conversation.


    "Mr. Hall, today''s match has given me a new respect for you and Millwall. Your team has an enviable future."


    "Brian, I learned a lot today from you. Thank you. I''ll be waiting for you at The Den next year, and we can sit down for a drink."


    "It''s a deal."


    "Good luck."


    The two coaches exchanged smiles as they parted ways, though Robson''s smile held a hint of bitterness.


    Aldrich couldn''t say he was feeling triumphant; rather, he had just experienced a rollercoaster of emotions and achieved the results he desired, feeling a refreshing sense of relief.


    As he passed through the interview area, the usual post-match press conference awaited Aldrich.


    Despite Millwall being at the top of League One before the match, many believed Millwall would face defeat during this away trip, simr to their visit to Tranmere. However, after ny minutes of battling, Millwall fought back to secure a draw, maintaining their position at the top of League One. Though the gap with the teams trailing them had narrowed, it was clear that Millwall was currently the most formidable team in League One.


    "Mr. Hall, after securing a draw at Ayasofya Park Stadium, what are your thoughts? Could you evaluate the performances of both Middlesbrough and Millwall?"


    Aldrich smiled and shook his head, "Unbelievable, just unbelievable. Millwall''s performance today was impable. We yed a great match; perhaps it''s just League One, but it''s important to remember that Millwall is still very young. As for Middlesbrough? They yed excellently, showcasing the character of a strong team at home. They rarely made mistakes during the match and controlled the pace well. Aside from conceding two goals to Millwall, they weremendable. They are still the best team in League One; I''m confident that this season, Middlesbrough will remain the biggest favorites for the championship."


    Aldrich nearly forgot to praise his own team. Remembering his approach with the media��generously praising the opponent was, in fact, a way to better praise oneself.


    "Schneider''s own goal put the team behind for a moment. What do you have to say about that?"


    "That was just an ordinary mistake; nothing else matters. Without a doubt, Schneider was one of the standout yers on the pitch today. He assisted his teammates for goals in both halves, and his performance at the end was deserving of the whole team''s apuse."


    After a brief interview, Aldrich returned to the away team''s dressing room. The yers had already changed and were ready to head back. Seeing their happy faces, Aldrich called out before leaving, "Hey, your performance today deserves praise! Just like today, y with confidence and determination to win, and continue like this!"


    "Okay, boss!"


    The group responded withughter and followed Aldrich as they left Ayasofya Park Stadium.


    On the way back, Aldrich wore headphones and listened to music, feeling quite good.


    Reflecting on the team''s performance in the match, although it was just one game, Millwall''s fighting spirit and resilience in adversity were trulymendable. Aldrich truly wanted to keep a yer like Nedv��d for a lifetime. Undoubtedly, among the current Millwall yers, Nedv��d could be the king of the lions!


    Yet on this wonderful day, Aldrich was disturbed by a phone call that night.


    "Aldrich, congrattions on achieving a draw away today. I watched the match tape, and Millwall was impressive."


    Aldrich reclined on the couch, holding the home phone.


    "The guy with the Scottish ent on the other end annoyed him, but he found it hard to be truly angry."


    "Why aren''t you saying anything?"


    "Alex, juste out with it; which yer''s transfer possibility do you want to inquire about?"


    There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.


    "Brian heard that Larsson might be entering the transfer market."


    "You want Larsson?"


    "Manchester United needs a new forward."


    "How much time can you give him?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "Larsson has only yed in League One; previously, he was in the Nethends. Adjusting to the Premier League, to Manchester United, takes time, doesn''t it? How much of an adjustment period can you offer him?"


    Silence fell again on the line.


    Aldrich didn''t outright refuse Ferguson; instead, he took a step back, trying to coax Ferguson to dismiss the idea himself.


    Manchester United needed strikers, and they absolutely required proven strikers. ckburn was on fire this season, and Shearer continued his divine form fromst season.


    "Are you rejecting me?"


    Aldrich looked at the ceiling with a silent, bitter smile.


    "If Manchester United digs up five million pounds and offers Larsson a contract over twenty thousand a week, what''s the use of my refusal? Forcing him to stay will only create problems within the team, won''t it?"


    "Five million? You really dare to quote that!"


    "Why not? I spent 1 million pounds on it, but I can only sell it for two or three million?"


    "Forget it, for 5 million, I''d rather be ripped off by that bastard Keegan."


    "That''s right. Andy Cole has proven himself in the Premier League. Manchester United should not hesitate to recruit him."


    ...

 Chapter 41: Adaptation and Adjustment

    <h4>Chapter 41: Adaptation and Adjustment</h4>


    In the English Football League, a standout yer might attract the attention of Premier League clubs, and Aldrich knew that any interest in his team would most likely stem from the pressure of those top-tier teams. As long as they could secure promotion to the Premier League next season, Aldrich would do his best to use transfer fees and wages as barriers to prevent the core yers from being poached. What he was most concerned about was the January transfer window. Just like Manchester United missing out on signing Andy Cole in the summer, no one could predict if Ferguson would be eager to seek out a forward and set his sights on Millwalle winter.


    However, Aldrich felt a bit reassured knowing Ferguson at least respected him. If Manchester United were merely to nt rumors about enticing yers, it would create significant issues for him. The tactic of bringing in Andy Cole was exactly that, but Kevin Keegan had refused to let him go.


    After securing a draw at Ayresome Park, Aldrich led a reserve squad up to the Northeast to challenge Newcastle United midweek. The match was rather uneventful, marking Aldrich''s first sh with Kevin Keegan on the League Cup stage, and his reserves found themselves on the back foot against Newcastle''s first team, ultimately suffering a disappointing 2-0 defeat.


    Aldrich wasn''t bothered by the League Cup exit. On the journey home, he continually drilled into the young yers an essential concept: right now, experiencing the atmosphere of the game is far more important than the result!


    If Aldrich were focused purely on winning, they could park the bus defensively and wait for a counterattack. Yet, what value would that hold for these young yers?


    After a hard-fought battle against Middlesbrough, Millwall''s first team notably enhanced their cohesiveness and fighting spirit. Aldrich''s tactics for attacking y were yielding positive results. The nks became increasingly sharp, while Nedved showcased his midfield prowess, timing his runs into the box like a lethal weapon.


    As October rolled around, Millwall enjoyed a series of victories against Bristol City, Stoke City, Wolves, Sheffield United, and Portsmouth, achieving five consecutive wins. The first four matches were spaced a week apart, and the away win against the potent attacking Wolves was crucial. In the final October fixture, yed midweek, Aldrich fielded a fully reserve side and triumphed 3-1 against the visiting underdogs, Portsmouth.


    With their impressive five-game winning streak, Millwall confidently sat at the top of the League One table. They pulled five points ahead of Middlesbrough behind them and widened the gap to 12 points from the yoff chasing pack.


    In less than three months since the season began, Millwall harnessed a youthful storm in League One, prompting a shift in media narratives.


    "Millwall Holds Firm at the Top, Poised for Premier League Debut Next Year"


    "Larsson-Nedved: A Demonic Strike Force!"


    "Aldrich Sets His Sights on the Premier League!"


    ...


    Aldrich wasn''t swayed by the external praise. He maintained a low profile in his actions and words, refusing to let the team''s recent sesses alter their style of y. Instead, he made each week''s training sessions even more rigorous, instilling a defensively-oriented tactical framework in his yers.


    As the Christmas break approached, Aldrich believed the team''s transformation had reached a point where it could pause.


    Creating a mature tactical system cannot be achieved through vague words or short periods of time. Aldrich spent half a season firmly establishing a pressing defensive strategy starting from the midfield, shaping an attacking focal point with Pires, Nedved, and Schneider as the vertical spine of the offense, while asionally Larsson would drop back to support, making Millwall''s forward y diverse and adaptable.


    By the midway point of the league, Millwall''s starting lineup began to see a visually pleasing synergy on the pitch, seemingly abandoning the outdated pomo theory that had gued English football for three decades.


    Watching Millwall y, one wouldn''t witness frequent crosses from the wings and attackers blindly charging into the box; their attacking y wasyered, fluid, and unpredictable.


    However, during the Christmas period, Millwall''s performance took a significant downturn, failing to win three matches in a row with two draws and one loss. This saw their lead over pursuing Middlesbrough shrink from 13 points at the start of December to just 8.


    At this point, the media began to specte that Millwall was showing signs of a breakdown.


    Aldrich remained unfazed; he understood where the issuesy.


    Most of the team''s yers were new to English football and still unfamiliar with theck of a winter break. The dense fixture schedule during Christmas left many focused on family gatherings rather than matches, which was entirely reasonable.


    A young team needed time to adapt to new experiences to build their skills. Aldrich did not chastise the squad for their poor form, especially since two of those winless matches were yed by reserve yers, and thus he had not expected to earn points.


    As January approached, there would be almost two weeks of suspension in the League for cuppetitions. Millwall was already out of the League Cup and wouldn''t enter the FA Cup fray until the end of the month, where they''d unluckily drawn local rivals Arsenal.


    During these ten days without matches, Aldrich granted the team a four-day break so the yers could unwind properly.


    Aldrich himself began preparing for a short trip.


    Embracing his second life path, Aldrich had ample time and wealth, always reminding himself to cherish time and explore the world outside.


    Over the past six years, Aldrich had traveled across Europe. Apart from watching one game weekly, a portion of his time was spent traveling to capture the beauty of famousndmarks or to experience different cultures.


    He believed that staying cooped up in London would betray the opportunity his second chance at life had granted him.


    Before leaving, Aldrich received a call from the club''s CEO, Adam, who mentioned that several teams were interested in Millwall yers.


    After inquiries, it became clear that several Premier League clubs had expressed interest in Millwall yers, including Mak��l��l��, Thuram, Nedved, Larsson, Pires, and Schneider.


    However, no real top-tier clubs were willing to take any concrete steps.


    At the moment he learned of these offers, Aldrich couldn''t help but chuckle, feeling incredulous.


    Teams like Aston Vi and Leeds United are looking to buy yers, yet they haven''t even done their homework.


    The bid for Mak��l��l�� was a mere ��1.5 million, while Pires stood at ��800k and Larsson''s max offer was at ��1.8 million. Even Nedved was only going for ��1 million.


    There is a reason why elite clubs hold back; it''s because they can''t bear the cost!


    Thuram''s transfer fee to Millwall was three million pounds, and anyone with sense knows that to take him away from Millwall, they would need to offer at least five million pounds and a contract worthy of a top Premier League yer.


    Larsson and Mak��l��l�� are no exception. Most of the clubs making offers are simply excited at the prospect and have not conducted a thorough investigation into Millwall''s major activity in the transfer marketst summer; otherwise, they wouldn''t be foolish enough to make hasty offers that bring them embarrassment.


    Aldrich told Adam over the phone, "Reject all offers for the first-team yers and dere them non-transferable. By the way, you mentioned a few reserve yers'' names, didn''t you?"


    "Yes, boss. Most are from League Two and League One clubs. The transfer fees aren''t high, the highest being just ��100,000."


    Aldrich pondered for a moment. The yers who hadn''t left Millwallst summer but had been ced in the reserves likely were waiting for a downturn in the first team''s performance to be called upon again. Yet, Millwall had achieved remarkably good results, leaving them with little hope as the winter window approached. Their best option was to move on to continue their careers.


    "yers who want to leave should be put on the market, even if it means not demanding a transfer fee. This way, we can save on wages and avoid holding back their future."


    "Understood, boss."


    Several reserve yers were once main or substitute yers in Millwall, who finished third in League Onest season. It wasn''t that theycked talent; rather, they no longer had significant potential and were not yet at retirement age. Aldrich didn''t want to see them wasted. Helping them find new opportunities would benefit both sides, allowing for a good parting.


    With a decision made on the transfers, Aldrich donned a tailored coat, packed a bag, and set off on his winter getaway, with Edinburgh, the capital of Scond, as his destination.


    It was a curious twist that Aldrich had traveled to France, the Nethends, Italy, Spain, and even the Nordic countries in past years, yet he had never visited Edinburgh, probably because he thought it was too close to spark his curiosity, and he had overlooked it, given that the essence of Scottish football resided in sgow.


    With a rxed mindset for tourism, Aldrich wandered around Edinburgh, admiring the grand architecture prominently highlighting Scond''s power, and featuring outstanding Victorian creativity.


    For three straight days, Aldrich roamed the city, resting when weary in various cafes, savoring the views outside in leisurely contentment.


    On the day he decided to go home, Aldridge walked into a caf�� named Neil''s Corner, satisfied and ready for a brief rest before returning to London.


    He could never have imagined that his sudden decision to give the team a break and take an impromptu trip would lead him to inadvertently step into that inconspicuous caf��, creating a memory that would remain with him for a lifetime, leaving him to marvel at the extraordinary twists of fate even in his old age.

 Chapter 42: An Unexpected Meeting

    <h4>Chapter 42: An Unexpected Meeting</h4>


    As Aldrich stepped into Neil''s Corner Caf��, he immediately ordered a cup of coffee and some pastries from the server before looking for a seat. He preferred to sit by the window, where he could enjoy the view of the bustling street outside.


    However, the aisle next to the window was blocked by a baby stroller. Aldrich nced down but didn''t think much of it. There was nobody sitting at the adjacent table, just a pen and a notebook ced there. Not seeing any cups or food items, he assumed the seat was unupied.


    He set his leisure bag down by his feet, took off his warm scarf, and unbuttoned his coat before sitting down.


    While waiting for his order, Aldrich casually opened the notebook on the table. What he saw captivated him at once.


    It was just an ordinary writing notebook, but the neatly arranged English notes were particrly pleasing to the eye. The lines depicted a fantastical short story, and Aldrich found himself getting lost in it.


    As he flipped through the pages of the story, he was so absorbed that he didn''t notice the presence of someone next to him. His focus remained on the notebook, and he asionally lifted his left hand to take a sip of coffee or to pop a delicious piece of cake into his mouth.


    Just as he was eagerly flipping to the next page, he suddenly found the story abruptly ending, and the nk pages left him feeling a sense of loss as he stared at the notebook in disbelief.


    "Sir, would you like a refill?"


    The server noticed his empty coffee cup as he passed by and asked.


    Aldrich lifted his head and smiled naturally, "Yes, please. Thank you."


    As the server bent down to refill his cup, Aldrich noticed a mature woman standing beside him. She was slender, with long golden hair that fell just below her shoulders. Her face, though well-defined, bore a weary expression, and when Aldrich looked at her, there was a mncholic sadness hidden in her averted gaze.


    Her long fingers gripped the baby stroller tightly. Aldrich realized that the previously empty stroller now held a chubby little girl of about one year old, drowsily napping, her expression adorably innocent.


    Aldrich found it strange that a customer was dining here and the server seemed unconcerned about the unfamiliar woman standing nearby.


    When he turned towards the server, the polite male attendant exined, "Sir, the notebook you''re holding belongs to thisdy."


    It dawned on Aldrich. He hadn''t seen any cups or other items on the table and thought there were no other patrons. Realizing it belonged to the woman, he quickly stood up and said apologetically, "I''m sorry! I didn''t know this was yours."


    After a moment of silence, the mature woman replied softly, "It''s okay."


    Aldrich''s appearance was at least non-threatening; with his handsome looks and casual attire, he resembled a friendly neighbor''s son, so he often left a good first impression.


    "Did you write this?"


    Aldrich had no intention of returning the notebook just yet. Seeing the woman frown slightly, he hurriedly added, "Please don''t misunderstand. I really enjoyed your story; it''s brilliant. We met by fate, so let me treat you to a coffee. Also, if possible, could you let me see the continuation of the story? Only seeing half of such a fantastic narrative honestly leaves me feeling ufortable, like I''m being scratched by a cat��it''s quite maddening."


    Perhaps Aldrich''s straightforward and humorous words touched the woman, as she sat down in front of him, although she still looked down, seeminglycking in confidence.


    Aldrich ordered her a coffee along with some additional pastries, and then he began chatting casually with her.


    Initially, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but soon the mature woman started to open up more. She seemed curious about Aldrich''s thoughts, and especially as she received hispliments, her previously mncholic expression softened, and a glimmer of light returned to her eyes.


    "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I''m Aldrich Hall, visiting Edinburgh for tourism. I work as a football coach."


    Aldrich smiled as he held up his coffee cup.


    The woman''s expression shifted again to sadness, as if she remembered something. She murmured, "Football? I''ve seen matches in Manchester, just a ball flying through the air..."


    Clearly, football triggered some unpleasant memories for her; her lips twisted into a bitter smile, and she shook her head, looking up at Aldrich and saying, "My name is Joanne Rowling. Mr. Hall, you seem very young, I thought you were still in school. I didn''t realize you had a job already."


    Aldrich casually replied, "I don''t have grand aspirations of ruling the world. Ever since I was a child, I just wanted to be a football coach, so there was no need for higher education. As for that abstract idea of cultivating refinement and character��I''m just a simple guy who doesn''t set my sights too high. Hehe, Ms. Joanne Rowling, right?"


    Aldrich suddenly raised his head, blinking curiously, and then asked, "Pardon my intrusion, but could you tell me your full name? What''s your middle name?"


    Rowling looked bewildered and replied honestly, "Catherine."


    Aldrich leaned back in his chair, an expression of surprise on his face as he looked at the mature woman across from him, as if he was seeing her in apletely new light.


    Joanne Catherine Rowling. JK Rowling!


    Aldrich had initially thought the woman''s face seemed somewhat familiar, but it was a fleeting sense that felt almost dreamlike.


    In fact, he had seen her face before; it was just that his memory was too far back, and at that time, he had seen a more vibrant version of her, not the weary and mncholic woman before him.


    While Aldrich wasn''t particrly fond of literature in his past life, he still knew of an author whose works had captivated the world.


    The mother of Harry Potter: JK Rowling!


    Feeling a bit embarrassed, Aldrich realized he had never read the original Harry Potter books, simply because he couldn''t understand them back then and wasn''t interested in the Chinese trantions. However, he had watched all the movies and believed that many fans might share simr experiences.


    Suddenly, Aldrich''s expression grew serious as he softly asked, "Are you facing some troubles? I can see that you don''t seem well."


    She was dressed modestly and hadn''t even ordered coffee at the caf��. Aldrich found it hard to understand why she was allowed to sit there without so much as a ss of water in front of her.


    His question evidently stirred painful memories for her, as her eyes glistened with tears. She quickly looked down and said, "Mr. Hall, you''re still young; there are many things that someone your age cannot understand."


    Aldrich replied earnestly, "No, it''s not about whether one can understand or not. I''m a simple person; if there''s a problem, I solve it. I enjoy your work, and that little story was fantastic. I believe you can create even more remarkable works in the future, ones that more people will embrace. Therefore, you should focus your energy on what you love most. Just like me, I love football, so I invest all my energy into being the coach I''ve always dreamed of being. Anyone or anything that stands in my way��I see as obstacles to be cleared!"


    Rowling suddenly looked up, disbelief on her face as she regarded the confident young man before her.


    Why?


    Why did he exude such confidence?


    He had already entered the workforce and experienced society; how could he still hold his head high in such a seemingly sunless world?


    Clearly, Aldrich was an anomaly; he did not share in the British nostalgia for the bygone glory of the old empire, nor did he possess the aggressive bravado of someone trying to assert himself. His straightforward attitude towards life gave him an air of carefree confidence, unhindered by any setbacks.


    Since he arrived in London in the summer of 1986, he had chosen to live a more carefree and simple life.


    As he said, meeting was fate. With his genuine praise, Aldrich and Rowling were soon able to converse like friends.


    At this point, Aldrich realized that JK Rowling''s current circumstances were actually quite difficult.


    Currently embroiled in a divorce battle, she was essentially a single mother. Not only did she require government assistance for her living expenses, but she also needed psychological treatment. She was living off of others��this caf�� was run by her brother-inw and other partners��allowing her to write her literature here.


    For her, the past year had been dark. The copse of her marriage left her feeling lost, surrounded by a heavy cloud of negativity. If it weren''t for her daughter, she might not have had the courage to continue living.


    In such a context, Aldrich''s unexpected encouragement and praise moved her far more than mere words of constion ever could.


    After hearing her story, Aldrich stood up, cing his hands on the table. With an earnest expression, he addressed her, "Ms. Rowling, you must pull yourself together! And you should thank God, thank Mary, or whatever deity you believe in��regardless, your new life has already begun! That kind of abandonment is something you need to cut ties with. Think of it this way: you''re free now, you''ve been liberated, you can pursue the life you want. You can be happy! Treat it as if your life is starting anew. Believe me, when life presents a new beginning, don''t hesitate��seize it! Don''t leave any regrets as you restart your journey!"


    In that moment, the future world-renowned JK Rowling stared nkly at the handsome young man across from her, captivated by his motivational eyes��gleaming brightly, almost like a shining beacon that ignited a longing within her, wishing to hold onto it forever.


    Indeed, inspiring others had be a skill Aldrich had honed over thest six months. To be a good coach, one must excel atmunication, and he instinctively applied this talent to Rowling.


    After a brief moment of stunned silence, Rowling faltered, saying, "But I... I don''t know how to proceed."


    Upon questioning, Aldrich discovered that Rowling used an old-fashioned typewriter to write her novels at home. He felt a pang of sympathy; that elegant pair of hands, striking the cold keys with each keystroke, seemed almost criminal.


    Aldrich nced at his watch; he needed to catch a train, or he wouldn''t make it back in time for the team''s training tomorrow. He was always punctual as a coach, never wanting to be careless.


    "Sorry, I have to go back to London for work, but don''t worry. I can offer you some assistance��please don''t misunderstand, this isn''t pity; it''s an honor to help you. Just a moment, I need to make a phone call."


    For Aldrich, offering a bit of help was merely a small effort, but for JK Rowling, it would mean a dramatic change in her life. While he didn''t intend to portray himself as a great phnthropist, he believed firmly in the concept of fate.


    Having encountered Rowling in her moment of despair, he feltpelled to lend a hand. Any of his friends would have done the same without hesitation.


    He moved to the bar area, picked up the phone, and called Andrew''s apartment. He briefly exined the situation and arranged for Andrew toe to Edinburgh the next day, having awyer take over Rowling''s divorce case.


    The case itself was merely a tug-of-war over custody and alimony issues.


    Andrew wasn''t quite sure what had gotten into Aldrich, but whenever his brother asked for something, he never refused.


    After setting that up, Aldrich picked up his leisure bag, found Andrew''s business card inside, and handed it to the bewildered Rowling. He said, "Ms. Rowling, this is my brother''s card. He''s awyer, and I''ve arranged for him to help you with your case. You won''t have to pay any legal fees. Additionally, I''ll lend you some money too. Forget about life''s pressures; any difficulties are only temporary. You''re destined to write remarkable stories that will be known worldwide. Honestly, I envy your talent. Uh, sorry, I''m really in a hurry. My brother will be here tomorrow to meet you. Goodbye."


    With that, Aldrich hurried out of the caf��, always adhering to a well-organized schedule. His unexpected encounter with Rowling today had transformed him into someone rushed.


    Inside the caf��, Rowling held the business card and watched Aldrich get into a taxi outside, feeling somewhat disappointed.


    At that moment, a nearby bartender shook her head slightly and said, "He looks like a fraudster."


    Rowling turned around, pushing the stroller as she walked outside, feeling puzzled.


    What could she possibly have to be deceived out of, being so empty-handed?

 Chapter 43: Noisy Neighbors

    <h4>Chapter 43: Noisy Neighbors</h4>


    The morning sun shone brightly, a rare treat for winter in London. Aldrich stood by the training ground in the club''s winter sportswear, casually chatting with fellow coaches while wearing a pair of warm gloves.


    Soon, the yers arrived at the training ground one by one. Aldrich felt grateful for the decision he made six months ago to appoint Southgate, Nedved, and Larsson as the team''s three captains. These three were now the backbone of Millwall, demonstrating exceptional skill on the field and professional discipline off it. With them setting an example, no yer dared to act like a superstar; in fact, there hadn''t been a single instance ofte arrivals during training for the past six months.


    "How have the past few days treated you?" Aldrich asked, increasingly taking on the demeanor of a leader. Most of the younger yers smiled silently, while the more extroverted ones chimed in with enthusiastic chatter.


    Unlike other clubs still stuck in training, Millwall had unexpectedly given its yers a break, much to their delight. The team needed a breather after an intense stretch of games since October, and sometimes it was essential to hit the brakes for a while.


    This short vacation had left the yers feeling rejuvenated. Besides, once they returned to training, it was likely that no one would remember their recent streak of three winless games. Aldrich had managed to minimize the negative impact on morale.


    Since Schneider was injured, Aldrich opted to give him a month''s rest for precautionary reasons, while Beckham stepped into the starting XI temporarily.


    Five dayster, they traveled north to challenge Sheffield United, currently ranked high in League One. With the recent three-game winless streak, the outside world focused intently on this match. Whether Millwall could withstand the pressure and turn things around would likely be seen as a watershed moment in the title race.


    If Middlesbrough won their match, the gap between the two teams would shrink to just two games. After six rounds, the two title contenders would meet again in the second round of league y.


    With the spotlight firmly on them, Aldrich led the team to afortable 2-0 victory away from home, winning without a fight.


    Meanwhile, Middlesbrough failed to secure a home win against Grimsby on the same day, widening the points gap between the two teams to 10.


    Millwall''s victory halted their slump; if this momentum continues, the suspense surrounding the League One title could very likely be resolved by the end of February.


    Inte February, whether Middlesbrough can dampen Millwall''s momentum at Lion''s Den will determine the fate of both teams.


    Ultimately, who will face the ruthless yoffs for a chance to earn promotion to the Premier League?!


    In a cheerful mood, Aldrich returned to London. Just as he got home, the phone in his study rang.


    "It''s done. I found a specialist to handle the divorce case for her, helped her rent a new apartment, paid three years'' rent upfront, hired a nanny with mypany covering the sry, and also gave her ��30,000," Andrew reported, sounding a bit fatigued.


    Aldrich sighed with relief and chuckled, "Have you forgotten how to exercise? You don''t seem to have done any physical worktely. What''s with the tiredness?"


    "Uh, running around like that is tiring, Aldrich. I''m a bit confused here."


    "What do you mean?"


    "You know what I mean."


    "No, I don''t."


    "Fine, why are you helping her? Even if you like older women, I fail to see her appeal."


    Aldrich chuckled in disbelief and sighed after a moment, "Andrew, you''ve changed."


    "What''s that got to do with me?"


    "Why can''t you look at this simply? While you may charm women by dating models and showering them with luxury gifts, that doesn''t mean I''m like that. Mrs. Rowling has talents we can only envy; she''s just going through tough times in life. Helping her brings me no gain; all I want is for her to stand up again and showcase her exceptional talents to the world without being bothered by life''s little issues."


    Andrew fell silent for a while before sighing, "Aldrich, you''re right; I have changed. Something so simple has got me confused. You won''t hate me for this, right?"


    Aldrichughed, "Of course not! Everyone has their own way of living. Who knows, I might end up changing myself one day. I shouldn''t criticize others with a lofty perspective. Let''s talk about something else."


    The two brothers then discussed business matters. Andrew''s agency not only held contracts for most Millwall yers but was also trying to sign yers from a few Premier League teams.


    However, Andrew''spany remained under the radar, not making significant waves in the agent industry. This field needed prestige, connections in the transfer market, and a broadwork for yermercialization; the core essence was to generate revenue for yers.


    Once the conversation shifted to football, Aldrich found it hard to stop talking. Under his influence, Andrewpletely changed his mindset from trying to squeeze yers into Millwall. Now, he realized his agency was just starting, and signing even ordinary yers would be a challenge at this stage. But that was fine; he focused on building rtionships with young yers, as forming connections was essential for the future. After signing a few star yers in transfers, Andrew''spany would make a name for itself.


    The following day, Aldrich received a package from Edinburgh, sent by Rowling.


    Inside was a thick stack of photocopied manuscripts and a letter. Aldrich opened the letter first and read Rowling''s expression of gratitude for his help. The manuscript was a copy of her ongoing work. While still unfinished, she hoped he could have a sneak peek and provide feedback.


    To Aldrich''s surprise, the manuscript was none other than an iplete draft of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher''s Stone."


    As for providing feedback, Aldrich believed he had no right; he was merely an onlooker. If Rowling were a football yer, he would be nothing more than a fan cheering from the stands. Putting him on the field would surely lead to disaster.


    Nevertheless, he was thrilled to read the original draft of "Harry Potter." Understanding the value of her manuscript, he never took it out of the study. That night, hey quietly on the study sofa, listening to soft music, savoring every page.


    In the past, he struggled to understand English literature, often feeling lost in trantion. But times had changed; he could now seamlessly grasp everything depicted in the manuscript, allowing his imagination to soar into that wondrous world.


    Interestingly, Rowling had some connections to football. She found matches boring, yet the flying ball inspired her creativity. The Quidditch World Cup in "Harry Potter" was actually a manifestation born from football matches.


    After finishing the draft, Aldrich wrote back to Rowling. Though they rarely met, their correspondence kept their connection alive, a rtionship that endured until the day "Harry Potter and the Philosopher''s Stone" was officially published.


    At the end of January 1995, Millwall faced a major match: the FA Cup.


    The FA Cup begins in the third round, where Premier League and League One teams join the fray, forming a knockout tournament with sixty-four teams battling it out.


    Millwall had terrible luck, drawing their local rivals Arsenal in the draw.


    If there was anything to be d about, it was that ying at home would boost ticket sales, and facing Arsenal meant substantial broadcast ie.


    Millwall has had many rivals throughout history, including historicallyter rivals like Liverpool, Manchester City, Leeds United, and Gillingham.The hostility and grudges formed with these teams can be attributed half to encounters on the field during certain periods,And the other half due to explosive shes between the fans.


    Teams like Liverpool, as a Premier League powerhouse, hardly consider Millwall a threat,It''s more of Millwall harboring resentment due to their own perceived shorings.


    In these rivalries that are not local derbies, football hooligans have yed a key role in stoking the mes.


    In summary, due to their location in London, Millwall''s primary rivals are three: West Ham United, Crystal Pce, and Charlton Athletic.


    If we were to rate the intensity of hatred, West Ham United would score the maximum, followed by Crystal Pce at 80 and Charlton at 60.


    Not all London clubs held an animosity towards Millwall; the disparity in strength meant that many stronger teams looked down on them. Just as Tottenham''s hatred for Arsenal might be rated at 100, Arsenal''s sentiment for Tottenham would likely only reach 80, making it as if Millwall and both Tottenham and Arsenal existed in separate worlds.


    Aside from West Ham United, likely a perennial rival, Millwall''s second target of hatred was Chelsea from West London.


    This is probably also rted to the fans. Chelsea is located in West London,and as West London has be extremely expensive over the past few decades,the traditional working-ss supporters have been forced to leave the skyrocketing prices of West London and move to areas with rtively lower living costs.In London, the east is poorer while the west is wealthier, and the south is poorer while the north is wealthier.Many Chelsea fans have thus relocated to the Millwall area,As a result, the conflict between fans naturally escted to a rivalry between the clubs, leading to a peculiar phenomenon.


    The stronger Chelsea fans hate Millwall more than Millwall fans hate Chelsea!


    It''s easy to imagine that in the Millwall area, notorious for its football hooligans, Chelsea fans wouldn''t find it easy here, would they?while Millwall merely responds in kind.


    In the Greater London area, there inherently existed derby links among clubs, and for teams without historical hostilities, the rivalry boiled down to the simplest concept: who was the true king of the city?


    Due to their rtive weakness, Millwall could never engage in the title race against Arsenal as the "Kings of London," so the derby atmosphere wouldn''t be particrly intense.


    However, Arsenal was a club that evoked irritation, especially among London teams.


    Once, Arsenal had moved north to im territory in North London, encroaching on Spurs'' doorstep, andpeting for territory was something that irked any club or its fans, resulting in a simr repulsion as new arrivals like Manchester United not earning support from local fans in Manchester. Manchester City had a stronger fanbase than United, while more Arsenal fansrgely came from neighboring northern counties. With London''s increasing international diversity, many neutral fans eventually became Arsenal or Manchester United supporters through the years.


    The FA Cup match against Arsenal might only generate mild sparks in London but wouldn''t ignite significant passion; had it been Millwall against West Ham United or Chelsea, the atmosphere would have been electric.


    Aldrich approached the FA Cup fixture with a rxed mindset, unaware that some were determined to cause him trouble.


    On the morning of the match, *The Times* featured a headline:


    "George Graham: Arsenal Will Teach Millwall to Respect Football; Aldrich Is the Blight of English Football!"

 Chapter 44: A dog bites a person, a person bites a dog!

    <h4>Chapter 44: A dog bites a person, a person bites a dog!</h4>


    Aldrich rarely read the newspapers��not because there was ack of news, but because there was just too much of it. Despite the absence of football-specific publications in the UK, the plethora of football news in various major and minor newspapers was overwhelming. From on-field events to off-field gossip, from exaggerated headlines about club locker-room drama to baseless spection regarding yers'' futures, the flood of information was hard to digest, leaving him unable to ascertain the truthfulness of any reporting.


    Moreover, due to the low professional ethics of the British media, Aldrich had little interest in reading newspapers. Most of the time, he would just check the BBC news during meals, while valuable football intelligence was specially gathered and verified for him by a dedicated staff member at the club.


    On the morning of the FA Cup third-round match, Aldrich got dressed and went downstairs to join his parents for breakfast.


    Although he was already an adult, Aldrich still lived with his parents. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had been away from home frequently over the past few years, which made Arthur and Amelia particrly happy to share meals with him. Their family atmosphere was always warm and cheerful.


    However, that morning, as Aldrich sat down at the table and the housekeeper poured him a cup of coffee, he noticed Arthur, in his pajamas and looking rather hefty, ring angrily as he mmed a newspaper onto the table. Breathing heavily, he eximed, "Graham, that **! He can''t even clean his own ass and still has the audacity to disgust others! The crap spewing from his mouth is even published in a full spread by The Times! Damn it, Ross, from today onwards, we''re canceling our subscription to The Times!"


    Ross worked for his older brother Bat''spany but had been dispatched to assist Arthur at their home. In his thirties, he was a reliable man who handled travel and expense matters for Arthur and Amelia, functioning as a personal manager at their service. Without fail, he showed up at their vi by 7 AM each day.


    Having breakfast with the Halls had been a routine for Ross for two years, and he simply nodded in agreement.


    Arthur turned to Aldrich, still fuming. "Son, teach them a lesson in today''s match, especially that Graham. He thinks a few trophies make him special. Arsenal? Hmph! Even the Millwall of a few years ago yed better football than they did! That ungrateful bastard!"


    Aldrich smiled and nodded, picking up The Times from the table.


    Before reading the content, the first thing that came to his mind was George Graham.


    This aplished Arsenal manager had some connections to Millwall, but none of that had any relevance to Aldrich''s understanding of Millwall today.


    Before Aldrich arrived in ''86, Graham had been the manager of Millwall, guiding the team from the third tier of English football up to what was then the Second Division. In the ''85-''86 season, he established Millwall firmly in that division, and shortly after, he took up the reins at another London club: Arsenal.


    Arthur''s description of Graham as "ungrateful" felt a bit exaggerated, considering that Graham''s achievements at Millwall were hardly noteworthy.


    Upon taking charge of Arsenal, Graham led the team to a pre-Premier League era of glory, implementing a highly pragmatic style of y that introduced a five-defender formation. Under his leadership, Arsenal won several trophies, including the European Cup Winners'' Cupst season. However, Arsenal did not flourish under his management; not only did neutral fans fail to embrace Arsenal, but even their own supporters felt despair at Graham''s style. The team''s mantra became "1-0 football," and their record defense, which only conceded 18 goals during their championship season, left fans numb. Watching an Arsenal match felt akin to stepping into a library��exceedingly dull.


    As Aldrich perused the article, his expression remained neutral.


    Graham''s inmmatoryments stemmed from the expected lineup for Millwall in the FA Cup.


    It was no secret that Millwall had two squads. Specting on the starting lineups was one of the media''s favorite pastimes. Thomson from The Sun had penned a piece previewing the match, boldly predicting that Aldrich would field a younger second squad against Arsenal, citing their recent cup match against Newcastle as a basis for his assertion.


    "Compared to the rising Newcastle, Arsenal is on the decline. The once glorious Arsenal fromst season is now a shadow of its former self. Aldrich should stick with his second squad strategy for this encounter," he had predicted.


    This perspective reached Graham''s ears, leading him tomence a tirade against Millwall a day prior to the match.


    It wasn''t without basis.


    For instance, upon Aldrich''s arrival, the entire coaching staff had resigned, and aside from goalkeeper Keller and rookie Lucas, allst season''s yers had been sidelined.


    Even Aldrich''s substantial spending on new yers became fodder for Graham''s criticism.


    Aldrich was a rarity in the currently conservative English footballndscape, a figure who tended to break convention.


    After finishing his breakfast while ignoring the front-page articles in The Times, Aldrich methodically made his way to the club.


    Thomson''s forecast was on point; Aldrich indeed nned to utilize the second squad for the FA Cup match. In light of the current momentum, Aldrich theoretically had room to dispatch his starting eleven, but he dismissed the idea.


    Although Millwall had a first team of 26 yers, discounting two on loan from Manchester United left him with 24. Many young yers still struggled to adapt to the intensity of the Premier League, and even the regr starters found it difficult. The gap between the Premier League and League One was enormous, and the difference in match intensity and quality was staggering.


    He needed to elerate the development of his younger yers, requiring them to y more matches, even in significant games, to gain valuable experience.


    As for whether to take a gamble with a half-starter, half-substitutes approach, Aldrich never entertained such thoughts. The disconnect between starters and substitutes could copse the team''s tactical framework.


    At the pre-match press conference, Aldrich arrived as scheduled. Over thirty reporters were present, drawn by the sh between the league leaders and one of Ennd''s traditional powerhouses.


    Staying calm, Aldrich took his seat and smiled, "Any questions?"


    Thomson from The Sun immediately raised his hand, "Mr. Hall, can you share the starting lineup for the match?"


    Aldrich casually replied, "Goalkeeper: Butt. Defenders: Neville, Richards, Materazzi, Zambrotta. Midfielders: Glen Sharpe, Gattuso, Vieira, Back, Beckham. Forward: Solskj?r."


    Initially pleased, Thomson''s expression soured as he realized Aldrich''s squad would employ a 4-5-1 formation, a stark contrast to his predicted 4-4-2 setup.


    He quickly raised his hand again, asking, "Mr. Hall, who is Gattuso? And where is Kevin Phillips?"


    Aldrich replied, "Phillips picked up a minor injury in training and will sit on the bench today. Gattuso is one of our younger yers in midfield. I believe he has reached the level to y in a formal match, and his performances in training have earned the recognition of the coaching staff."


    Previously, Gattuso had never appeared in an official match, and when the second squad yed, it had typically been Vieira partnering Back in midfield.


    Among the journalists present, aside from Thomson eager for validation for his earlier article, the others bore smirks that hinted at ulterior motives.


    Richard, a correspondent for the Daily Mail who had a good rapport with Aldrich, straightforwardly inquired, "Mr. Hall, did you read the papers today?"


    The room went silent.


    All eyes turned toward Aldrich.


    He blinked and replied, "What? Didn''t Graham already give you the news? What more do you want from me?"


    Richard, fresh and unabashed,ughed, "George Graham is just deflecting attention. He''s facing an FA investigation regarding bribery in yer transfers. It''s obvious to anyone; he''s attacking Millwall to divert attention from his troubles. Even if Arsenal were ying against another team, he''d still be throwing simr barbs. This is such an old trick that even readers aren''t fooled. What he said doesn''t qualify as news; it''s more like a poor performance."


    Richard''s words resonated with his peers, while the reporter from The Times could only shake his head in disappointment. Today''s headline hadn''t garnered significant sales; fans weren''t oblivious to Graham''s bribery scandal, realizing his attacks on Millwall were merely attempts to mitigate negative impacts.


    Aldrich chuckled, initially reluctant to say anything more. Graham was embroiled in a bribery scandal and faced the possibility of prosecution by the FA, with Arsenal under immense pressure both internally and externally. Aldrich had intended to remain a mere spectator, but since Graham insisted on dragging him into the fray, he decided to take the opportunity to strike back.


    After all, this sort of shady maniption has existed since the inception of professional football in Ennd. Renowned managers like Brian Clough had faced simr downfalls��Graham was hardly an exception, and such scandals would undoubtedly continue.


    Clearing his throat, Aldrich adjusted his demeanor and stated, "Well, I see. For today''s media, a dog biting a man isn''t news anymore; it''s the man biting the dog that captures interest, right?"


    Laughter erupted from the reporters.


    Aldrich was always like this��polite yet humorous, and this time, he even provided intriguing headlines for them, making the trip worthwhile!


    At that moment, Graham truly resembled a mad dog, snapping at anyone within reach.


    Who was Aldrich?


    He was now one of the most prominent young coaches in English football!


    Though not in the Premier League, his rising profile had attracted considerable attention. He was almost certain to be named the LMA''s best manager in League One this season.


    Attacking Millwall and belittling Aldrich would only serve to embarrass Graham further.


    Because it was utterly unreasonable��Millwall was achieving remarkable results, while Arsenal had slipped to mid-table in the Premier League, a far cry from their former glory.


    With a stern expression, Aldrich replied, "Mr. Graham''s assessment of Millwall disappoints me deeply. He seems to have forgotten that he was once part of Millwall."


    "His Arsenal is a disgrace!"


    "He had the chance to mold a generation of outstanding young yers from thete 80s Arsenal into one of Europe''s finest teams, yet look at Arsenal now! I see no signs of championship mentality in them, nor even the spirit to challenge for a title."


    "There are rumors of him taking bribes, but I won''tment on that. I do know that such rumors have harmed Arsenal. Imagine you''re an Arsenal yer, how can you focus on the game when your coach is distracted by off-field troubles?"


    "Do I hate Arsenal? No. There''s no war between Millwall and Arsenal. I also admire a few Arsenal yers, like Tony Adams and Seaman, but they''ll never join Millwall, even if we rise to the Premier League next season. My admiration doesn''t mean envy. I take pride in every Millwall yer, and we have a bright future ahead. Arsenal, in contrast, seems to be lost in the dark."


    For the first time, Aldrich��who had always presented a mild-mannered image��fired back at another club in a public forum.


    Following the match, numerous newspapers published extensive coverage, yielding impressive sales!


    "Still watching dogs bite humans? No,e see humans bite dogs instead!"

 Chapter 45: Fall and Iron Wall

    <h4>Chapter 45: Fall and Iron Wall</h4>


    The FA Cup third round officially kicked off with Millwall hosting Arsenal!


    The Den was packed to the brim, and Graham was met with a chorus of boos from the crowd as he entered,rgely due to the recent article in The Times.


    For the fifty-year-old head coach, returning to The Den wasn''t a homing; he was merely a passing visitor here.


    In contrast, Aldrich was weed with roaring cheers as he made his entrance.


    At this moment, there was only one true owner of this stadium: Aldrich.


    After just half a season of coaching, Aldrich had swiftly be the darling of the crowd.


    As usual, he took the time to sign autographs for fans in the nearby stands, then calmly walked over to the home team''s coaching box.


    The South Stand hadpletely been taken over by the "Lion''s Roar" fan group, who had creatively printed arge letter on the back of their jerseys. When they turned around, it formed a bold message.


    "We only love Aldrich!"


    Graham scanned the wildly cheering stands, recalling that Millwall''s fans had never behaved like this before. All the changes stemmed from the young man just a few feet away.


    Feeling the anger bubbling within him as he caught a glimpse of Aldrich, Graham couldn''t help but wonder.


    Was it because he was young?


    Riding a wave of poprity?


    Or was it Aldrich''s unexpected actions and words that rubbed him the wrong way?


    Maybe it was simply his appearance on the sidelines during matches that irritated him.


    In the fall, Aldrich had looked dapper in his fitted zer with a high cor, exuding charm and style.


    Now, in the cold winter, Aldrich wore a warm overcoat that looked particrly impressive, adorned with the Millwall badge��a bright blue lion.


    His coaching staff mirrored his style, dressed uniformly and radiating a subtle elegance. They could easily be mistaken for male models at a fashion show.


    All signs pointed to Aldrich being an unconventional figure in football, one that traditional Ennd had shunned.


    Other coaches might not like Aldrich, but the fans adored him, especially the neutral supporters. In their world, loving football and idolizing star yers or coaches went hand in hand.


    Aldrich''s unique traits could be tolerated, but not his style.


    He had a vision for fashion twenty years into the future, contrasting sharply with the current state of English football. Renowned coaches like Ferguson wore club-branded thermal jackets that made them look like sgow dockworkers.


    As for Kevin Keegan, who was still rtively young in the coaching scene, he sported curly long hair and wore a baggy deep red suit that could only be described as country bumpkin attire.


    Aldrich''s previous attire consisted of suits he designed himself through directmunication with tailors. Before winter set in, hemissioned tailored jackets for each member of the coaching staff, featuring the club crest, which made them appear both energized and sophisticated.


    It was this unconventional approach that allowed Aldrich to draw frequent attention from the cameras, simply by standing on the sidelines.


    Other coaches had good reason to dislike Aldrich; he could overshadow them merely by standing there silently, which was utterly infuriating!


    As Graham pondered his troubles, Aldrich cast a wistful nce at Arsenal''s lineup.


    This match was crucial for Graham.


    He had almost fielded his entire first-choice squad!


    **Goalkeeper:** David Seaman.


    **Defenders:** Lee Dixon, Tony Adams, Martin Keown, Steve Bould, Nigel Winterburn.


    **Midfielders:** Paul Merson, Paul Davis, John Jensen.


    **Forwards:** Ian Wright, Kevin Campbell.


    This lineup, aside from the thirty-four-year-old veteran Paul Davis, who had served at Arsenal for fifteen years, consisted mostly of yers in their prime.


    Twenty-seven-year-old Tony Adams, twenty-eight-year-old Martin Keown, twenty-six-year-old Paul Merson, twenty-nine-year-old John Jensen, and even Ian Wright, who had just turned thirty.


    Aldrich wanted to grab Graham by the cor and ask, "What the hell are you doing?!"


    How could that batch of talented young yers have failed under your management when you took over the Gunners?A yer who had set a new transfer record in English football was let go by Arsenal three years ago.


    You let Andy Cole go for five hundred thousand pounds, and less than three yearster, he joined Manchester United for six million, wiping out Ferguson while Newcastle pocketed over four million!


    In eight years under Graham, Arsenal��originally capable of achieving greater glory��had won just two league titles, one League Cup, and one FA Cup, along withst year''s European Cup Winners'' Cup, only to quickly fall from grace.


    This season in the Premier League, Arsenal wasn''t merely failing topete for the title; they couldn''t even lift their heads in London.


    Aldrich shook his head; the ups and downs of this team were a ssic case of coaching responsibility. After that Frenchman, who created a new generation of Gunners, arrived, many of the yers on the pitch were reactivated; this showcases the issue of the coach''spetence.


    Graham''s conservative tactics stifled the yers'' talents and ambitions, coupled with mismanagement that had led these once-prominent stars to spiral into excess through alcohol and women, squandering their youth. This season, discontent was already brewing in the locker room, with many yers feeling jaded and contemting moving on.


    The referee''s whistle brought Aldrich back to reality.


    The first half of the match hadmenced.


    From the outset, Millwall yed exceptionallyposed, not rushing to push the ball forward but methodically working it through the midfield.


    Today''s biggest change for Millwally in their formation: transitioning from a double pivot to a trio in midfield.


    Spectators were taken aback as a new face appeared on the field��Gattuso! Although not particrly tall, he had a solid build.


    What could he contribute to the match?


    After observing for a while, fans realized that the two midfielders, Vieira and Back, would only pass the ball to Gattuso in absolutely safe situations. Whenever the ball found its way to him, he would quickly and efficiently send it to a safer option.


    His characteristics and role seemed hardly noticeable, making him appear somewhat dispensable.


    However, some hints can be seen in his positioning.


    Back pushed forward more, Vieira stationed near the center circle, while Gattusogged behind.


    Glenn Hoddle, Beckham, and Solskj?r would drop back to help with the build-up, and Millwall was patient, often taking a dozen or more passes before shooting from range.


    Back and Solskj?r each had attempts from outside the box that posed no threat to Seaman, while Arsenal''s counterattacks were simple and swift, spreading wide and allowing their forwards to score through individual brilliance.


    Yet, as the ball passed through midfield, Millwall''s precise and effective interceptions thwarted their efforts.


    When Gattuso intercepted the ball from John Jensen a second time, the Millwall fans erupted with excitement: "This is the second Mak��l��l��!"


    During training, Gattuso frequently exchanged defensive tips with Mak��l��l��. Their defensive styles were simr, but Gattuso couldn''tpletely replicate Mak��l��l��''s instinctive rity in distributing the ball after a tackle; it was a skill that arose from subconscious decision-making.


    After refining his skills over more than half a season, Vieira''s performance has been improving.Coupled with the ever-enthusiastic Back, Millwall has forged an iron wall in midfield!


    This directly hamstrung Arsenal''s ground-based attacks, making it impossible for them to find their forwards, forcing them back to a more traditional English long-ball strategy, attempting to bypass midfield and reach their forwards.


    But Richards and Materazzi weren''t easy opponents, and in physical duels, Arsenal''s forwards struggled to hold their ground.


    With half an hour into the match, Millwall grew more energetic and confident as their midfield partnership flowed seamlessly, while the veteran Davis at Arsenal puffed and wheezed.


    Frequent shots from range left Arsenal''s defense frustrated, as Adams and Keown shouted for their backline to push forward. They weren''t afraid of leaving gaps behind them; their defense was not only renowned for its numbers within the Premier League but also for the irritation it caused to other European teams. They had a specialty: creating offside traps!


    The chemistry of their defense was difficult for other teams to replicate, and sessfully orchestrating offside traps became their proud skill.


    In the fortieth minute of the first half, Tony Adams noticed Back pass the ball to the right nk, where Beckham stood ready. Seeing that Beckham had no intention of dribbling, he quickly stepped forward, positioning Solskj?r in an offside position behind him.


    The other two center-backs acted in harmony, ensuring Solskj?r fell into the offside trap while Beckham''s cross came just as nned.


    Adams raised his hand to signal Solskj?r was offside!


    But the assistant referee did not raise his g.


    The ball, spinning vigorously,nded in the left side of the penalty area,where the swift Maglenchar sprinted in, delivering a quick pass back to the center,as Solskj?r met the ball with a delicate shot into the far corner to score!


    Tony Adams was furious!


    He stormed toward the assistant referee, shouting, "The little guy in the middle was offside! That goal should be disallowed!"


    At the time, the offside rules hadn''t been modified yet, so if Solskj?r was indeed offside, even if Hoddle received the ball from a position that wasn''t, it would still be ruled out.


    Only after 2003, with the changes to the offside rule encouraging attacking y, were yers in offside positions who did not participate in the attack left unpunished.


    The assistant referee remained unfazed. "That yer was not offside."


    Reys showed that Arsenal''s offside trap faltered, as Hoddle had started drifting towards the penalty box before Beckham made the pass, drawing Dixon along with him. Dixon ended up trailing behind, parallel to Solskj?r at the center; when Adams raised his hand, Dixon was misled by a moment''s hesitation, allowing Hoddle to pull ahead.


    After Solskj?r scored, Millwall''s yers rushed to the sidelines to celebrate, and the familiar rhythm of the crowd erupted.


    "Ol��, ol��, ol��, oh ol��! Ol��, ol��, ol��, oh ol��..."


    Graham''s face turned pale, and he yelled at his yers to push forward aggressively!


    Meanwhile, Aldrich remainedposed. He had anticipated that goal during his tactical preparations, knowing Arsenal''s defense was ustomed to creating offside traps. This approach benefitted from the current offside rules that dictated even one yer being offside would lead to a penalty, leaving a significant gap behind their defensive line.


    Arsenal, known for their defensive gamey, found themselves trailing!


    Graham, do you have any solutions?


    And this was just Millwall''s substitute lineup.

 Chapter 46: A disorganized Arsenal

    <h4>Chapter 46: A disorganized Arsenal</h4>


    After the team took a one-goal lead, Aldrich pulled his right hand out of his coat pocket and calmly waved it towards the backfield.


    This gesture was directed at the captain on the field, Materazzi.


    Seeing the young coach''s movement, Materazzi started to retreat while loudly shouting to his teammates, "Now that we''re ahead, just as the boss said before the match, everyone needs to fall back, especially you, David! You need to help Phil defend over here!"


    Predicting the game situation is one of the tactical assignments the head coachys out before a match. Aldrich generally prepares strategies in phases during a game, and he avoids discussing tactics for when they''re trailing beforehand, as it can dampen morale. Instead, he often improvises to make adjustments when the team falls behind.


    Seeing that Materazzi conveyed his intentions, Aldrich shoved his hand back into his warm pocket.


    After thest goal, he had only pped briefly, without any additional celebration.


    Now, he lowered his head as if casually inspecting the grass beneath his feet, taking a few steps back and forth in thought.


    Despite Arsenal fielding their strongest lineup, it didn''t mean they were dominating the match.


    This was a distinctly characterized Arsenal team, with clear strengths and weaknesses.


    Last season, they finished fourth in the Premier League, yet their goal tally didn''t even rank among the top teams. They scored only 53 goals in 42 matches, nearly 30 less than the championship-winning Manchester United.


    Interestingly, Arsenal actually scored more goals away than at home.


    Was it because they were more formidable on the road?


    Absolutely not.


    As a traditional powerhouse, teams visiting Highbury typically prioritized defense, making it difficult for the struggling Arsenal to score. In contrast, when ying away, their counter-attacking style found more room to thrive.


    Now, Aldrich instructed the team to pull back, inviting Arsenal toe forward, while Millwall prepared to strike on the counter!


    The tactical battle in football is much like the game of horse racing between Tian Ji, employing different strategies at different stages.


    Once Arsenal kicked off, apart from Solskj?r causing a stir around the center circle, the rest of Millwall''s yers retreated to their half. With a defensive wallposed of Gattuso, Vieira, and Back in front of the backline, Glen John and Beckham supported Neville and Zambrotta on the nks, effectivelypressing the space for Arsenal''s attacking y. As a result, after several attempts at passing and moving, Arsenal couldn''t even manage a single shot.


    As the first half quickly came to an end, Millwall returned to the locker room with a one-goal advantage.


    During halftime, Aldrich simply stated in the locker room, "Our strength lies in quick and concise passing, and Arsenal struggles with advancing in organized y. They''re not great at breaking down defenses, so let''s continue ying as we did after taking the lead in the first half. However, when they push forward, we must be quicker, simpler, and more direct in our counterattacks. No need for dribbling; we''ll tear through their defense with our movement. This Arsenal is just a sheep in wolf''s clothing. We shouldn''t fear them; they''re old and sluggish. You guys are young��run hard, and we can beat them convincingly."


    The young yers felt encouraged, their confidence bolstered by the first half''s performance.


    After all, they were up againstst year''s European Cup winners!


    Before the match, the substitutes worried that Aldrich would field his starters because they were facing Arsenal, but Aldrich kept his promise and yed them in the cup match. This made them feel that Aldrich, although young, was a man of his word.


    Trust is reciprocal. Aldrich trusted them, and they returned that trust with hard work.


    As the second half began, Aldrich remained on the sideline, appearing unusually calm today. He didn''t shout, and his gestures were minimal.


    In contrast, Graham was nearby, frantically waving his arms for his yers to push up, yet the team''s performance was deteriorating, an ironic situation.


    Perhaps it was as the televisionmentator noted during halftime:


    "Arsenal now resembles Graham, a shaky building on the verge of copse, while the young Millwall is like the rising sun. From both a tactical and spiritual standpoint disyed on the pitch, there''s every reason to be optimistic about Millwall, but we cannot expect Graham to spark a transformation in Arsenal. Yet Arsenal is falling too quickly��they''ve scored fewer goals this seasonpared tost, while their goals conceded are nearly double. They''ve never managed to open a gap of more than 10 points from the relegation zone."


    As the second half progressed, Arsenal gradually began to push their entire lineup forward. They had no choice; their attackingbinations at the front were too few in number, relying solely on individual ability to break through Millwall''s clustered defense.


    With the formation pressing upwards, the gaps in their backfield widened.


    After intercepting the ball from Campbell, Neville passed it just five meters to Beckham. Beckham turned andunched a beautiful arc from deep in his half, sending the ball flying toward Arsenal''s half.


    Solskj?r had already started his run before Beckham''s pass, bursting from the halfway line, right past Bould and sessfully breaking through Arsenal''s defense, heading toward a one-on-one situation.


    The not-so-slow Tony Adams started to track back. After one bounce, Solskj?r expertly controlled the ball. At that moment, Adams was just a meter behind him. Solskj?r''s recent stop had slowed him down considerably, but he shielded the ball, made a sharp stop, and nudged it forward. The sudden change in rhythm threw Adams off as well.


    Solskj?r''s movement was fluid; after pulling up for a moment, he nudged the ball again and sprinted away from Adams, continuing toward a clear shot on goal.


    But just as he took a step forward, a tremendous pressure from behind sent him crashing to the ground.


    "How embarrassing! Tony Adams just directly tackled Solskj?r from behind! There''s no doubt��it''s a foul!"


    The referee decisively halted the match, walking over to the recovering Tony Adams to show him a ring red card!


    If he hadn''tmitted a foul, Solskj?r would clearly have been one-on-one with the goalkeeper.


    The crowd erupted in cheers at the Lion''s Den, wholeheartedly supporting the referee''s decision, apuding both him and Solskj?r.


    Showing no resistance or protest, Adams walked off the field with a sullen expression, not even bothering to pass his captain''s armband to another teammate.


    On the sideline, Graham roared angrily at Adams, "What the hell are you doing?"


    Adams turned back with two blunt words, "Shut up!"


    Then he walked straight down the yer''s tunnel without looking back.


    Aldrich watched the scene of the teacher and student turning against each other with a hint of mncholy.


    Now, Graham was a coach embroiled in a scandal, while Tony Adams had hit rock bottom in his personal life, a troublesome alcoholic off the field.


    Tensions had already existed between the two sincest year.


    Graham didn''t inspire Adams to bounce back, and Adams didn''t publicly support Graham in his time of crisis.


    Their mentor-student rtionship had reached an ice-cold point, and their bond wasing to an end.


    With thirty minutes left in the match, Arsenal was not only trailing by a goal but also down to ten men.


    Taking advantage of the stoppage, Materazzi approached Aldrich on the sideline, asking, "Boss, should we stick to the game n?"


    Now that they were a man up, they had the advantage!


    Aldrich ced a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "We''ll stick to our tactics. In thirty minutes, we''ll win. From here on, Arsenal will be the ones in desperation. Think about it; as long as they create chaos for themselves, we''ll have plenty of opportunities."


    Materazzi nodded and returned, rallying his teammates with loud shouts to keep their spirits up while reiterating the tactical requirements to prevent any conflicting ideas that might disrupt their strategy.


    The match proceeded without any shifts in momentum. At the Lion''s Den, a once-mighty force had fallen into the abyss.


    In the seventy-ninth minute, Millwall''s substitutes unleashed a whirlwind of rapid counterattacks on the pitch.


    Gattuso intercepted the ball from Campbell, passing it to Vieira, who then angled a pass to the winger Beckham. Beckham quickly yed a through ball to the near post for Solskj?r, who, instead of dribbling, skillfullyid it off back to the left wing. The speedy Glen Johnunched into Arsenal''s half, skillfully maneuvering the ball at the edge of the box before cutting it back to Back. Back nudged the ball right, and with Vieira charging in at high speed from the counterattack, he unleashed a beautiful shot to double the score to 2-0!


    Throughout the counter, Arsenal found themselves scrambling to defend, creating gaping holes in their backline due to their aggressive push. Even the usually steadfast Martin Keown slipped and fell as Glen John cut the ball back to the middle.


    After scoring, Vieira ran wildly around the pitch, screaming in tion.


    Just half a season earlier, he was a fool who was sent off in a minute as a substitute. However, in thest few months, his hard work had paid off as he ran towards the bench to embrace Coach Bab.


    Even though Audridge is the head coach, it is Bab who has a closer rtionship with Vieira during training, which is quite normal; Audridge is not jealous at all.


    With Millwall now having punctured Arsenal with two goals, Arsenal''s fighting spiritpletely evaporated, ultimately sealing the match at 2-0.


    Confronted with this oue, Aldrich felt no sense of triumph. Despite Arsenal''s renowned reputation, they were merely a disjointed team at this moment.


    After the match, Aldrich didn''t shake hands with Graham and calmly walked into the yer tunnel.


    Before the uing weekend match, the biggest news in English football was that Graham, who had coached the Gunners for eight years, was fired by the Arsenal board!

 Chapter 47: The Suspense of Deciding the Champion

    <h4>Chapter 47: The Suspense of Deciding the Champion</h4>


    After the draw for the fourth round of the FA Cup, Aldrich couldn''t help butment how fate had yed a trick on him. Clearly, they were a team from Ennd''s second tier, yet they found themselves facing a Premier League team for the third time in the cup, and it happened to be Newcastle United, a team they had already met earlier in the season.


    The only piece of good news was that Millwall had home advantage. This would surely add a nice sum of ie to the club.


    Kevin Keegan''s Newcastle continued to be a captivating side in the Premier League; however, this season, they were unable to challenge for the title. ckburn and Manchester United were far ahead at the top of the standings, leaving others trailing behind.


    For this reason, Newcastle would ce great importance on the FA Cup.


    As always, Aldrich decided to use the reserve squad to gain experience through the cup matches.


    As February rolled in, Millwall was maintaining strong momentum in League One. The increasingly mature team was dominating their league encounters. Aldrich was least worried about facing teams at the top of the table or near the relegation zone, because those teams were desperate for points and would take risks, giving Millwall ample opportunity to unleash their counter-attacking advantage.


    On the contrary, when faced with teams that are indifferent and unwilling to lose badly, Millwall often struggles to break through and ends up dropping points.


    The fourth round of the FA Cup took ce at The Den, and Aldrich faced a somewhatcent Kevin Keegan once again. That mboyant deep red suit Keegan wore nearly made Aldrichugh out loud.


    It was no surprise that Keegan felt so good about himself. Two years ago, he was a novice who had just returned to managing after an eight-year hiatus, and he had led Newcastle United to the Premier League, achieving a remarkable third ce as a newly promoted teamst year. Although they had sold their top scorer fromst season, Andy Cole, for over four million pounds, the team hadn''t declined; they remained a well-respected powerhouse in the Premier League.


    Interestingly, Newcastle''s owner also shared the surname Hall, and was simrly rich, with a fortune worth over a hundred million pounds.


    After 90 minutes of y, Kevin Keegan''s face was somewhat grim. His Premier League team could only manage a 1-1 draw against Millwall''s reserve squad at The Den.


    Underestimating the opposition was ultimately the root cause of their failure to secure a win, especially given that just months earlier, Newcastle had effortlessly dispatched the same Millwall squad in the League Cup.


    Post-match, Keegan awkwardly stated that they would win in the rematch at home.


    Aldrich was quite pleased; a longer run in the tournament meant more experience for the reserves, not to mention additional revenue.


    In response to Keegan''s attempts to shift focus by criticizing Millwall for ack of respect for the FA Cup��pointing to their decision not to field the first-choice yers��Aldrich dismissed hisments lightly. "We are about to face the most important match of the entire season; to say the FA Cup is inconsequential is utterly irresponsible. If it weren''t for a bit of bad luck, my team could have advanced at home. Coach Keegan''s criticism is baseless. If we are condemned for not sending out our full-strength squad, then why didn''t Newcastle win against a Millwall side missing some key yers? Were they holding back their strength? Or perhaps they too looked down on this historic cuppetition?"


    Now, Aldrich had be one of the favorite managers of the London media. He always managed to handle public spats with a sense of poise, avoiding reckless usations while simultaneously generating news and maintaining a rtively harmonious rtionship with the press.


    Before the FA Cup rey arrived, Millwall indeed had a crucial match ahead.


    League One, Round 32: Millwall vs. Middlesbrough.


    Three months ago, the two teams had delivered a thrilling 2-2 draw at Ayresome Park.


    Now, three monthster, the top two teams on the table remained the same, with Middlesbrough trailing closely behind Millwall.


    However, the gap had widened from a tiebreaker advantage to a staggering thirteen points!


    This wasn''t due to Middlesbrough''s poor performance; their current form surpassedst season''s second-ced Nottingham Forest, but Millwall was simply outstanding. Their points tally was eight points higher than that of Crystal Pce,st season''s champions at this point!


    The thirteen-point difference made the championship race feel increasingly one-sided, and the oue of the uing Round 32 sh could erase any remaining suspense.


    The Daily Mail dedicated substantial space to journalist Richard''s article.


    "February 24 marks a day of intense rivalry in the Premier League between the two most formidable teams, in a never-ending battle between Dalglish and Ferguson. However, in League One, the championship spection may very well reach a decisive end. Millwall, leading by a staggering thirteen points over Middlesbrough, leaves all challengers in despair. If Millwall secures a victory at home in this match, there should be no doubt that the League One champions have been crowned, even though there are still fourteen rounds left��thirteen matches more than the entire season''s journeyst year. If Millwall manages to lead Middlesbrough by sixteen points, it will all be over! At this moment, we can recall an interview with Bryan Robson from three months ago after he saw Millwall equalize at home. The magical captain expressed, ''We failed to win a match that determined the league champion!'' At the time, everyone thought he was being rmist, but just imagine the impact on team morale if Millwall hadn''t taken that precious point at Ayresome Park!..."


    The media always loved to predict the oues of football matches; if they guessed right, it was heralded as keen insight, and if wrong, it was merely attention-seeking.


    Yet thetest issue of the Daily Mail sold well as Richard''s article gained widespread recognition, with the cover featuring an old photo of Aldrich kneeling, arms raised to the sky in celebration after Nedved''s equalizing goal three months prior at Ayresome Park. That moment, reminiscent of a yer''s jubtion, catapulted Aldrich''s visibility.


    As the big match approached, Aldrich reviewed the team list and Dr. Thompson''s report on yer injuries in his office.


    Knock, knock.


    "Come in."


    Dressed casually, Bernd Schneider walked into the office. Aldrich closed the document he was perusing and warmly asked, "Bernd, what''s up?"


    Schneider sat down across from the desk, stating honestly, "Boss, I feel I''ve fully recovered. I''d like to start in the next match."


    He had been recovering from an injury for the past month and had just returned for trainingst week.


    Aldrich smiled, got up to pour him a ss of water, and leaned slightly against the desk. He replied, "But I n for you to start on the bench in the next game."


    Schneider looked up at Aldrich, frowning, "But I''mpletely recovered."


    Aldrich waved his hand dismissively. "I know, but the next match will be quite intense. Bernd, you are an essential part of the team, and I don''t want to risk having you face a tough match right after your recovery. We have many more matches ahead of us this season, don''t we?"


    "But..."


    "But the next match is against Middlesbrough, right?"


    Schneider nodded.


    In such a crucial battle for the top spot, he certainly wanted to be on the pitch.


    Bending down slightly, Aldrich whispered yfully, "Bernd, you''ve been with the team for over six months now. What kind of person do you think I am?"


    Schneider paused, scratched his head, and replied, "Boss, you''re a practical guy, grounded, uh, reliable."


    Aldrich shrugged, "Actually, I''m also a person with ambition and a bit of arrogance. To tell you the truth, I don''t think much of Middlesbrough. Yes, they are a seasoned team, but they have no more potential. We''ve barely tapped into our own potential, and our future is certainly not something they canpare to. So, what I''m really thinking about now is the opponents we''ll face in six months in the Premier League. Those matches against Manchester United and Liverpool��that''s where the real battles lie. Don''t let the media hype up the importance of this match, trying to ce us and Middlesbrough on the same level is simply frustrating."


    Bernd Schneider couldn''t help but chuckle; he hadn''t expected this side of Aldrich.


    But his intelligence led him to grasp the situation instantly. He nodded, saying, "Boss, I get it. I won''t linger and disturb your work; see youter."


    After sending Schneider off, Aldrich returned to his desk and wrote down the starting lineup for the weekend''s game in the tactical notebook.


    Aside from substituting Beckham for Schneider in right midfield, there were no changes to the starting lineup.


    At the press conference the day before the match, Aldrich downyed the importance of the game, stating that it was just an ordinary league match, and that the real schedule determining the league champion would unfold in April and May.


    Suchments turned Aldrich into a target for the media''s scorn the next day, deeming him hypocritical.


    However, his humble expression of respect for Middlesbrough and for Brian Robson garnered him considerable apuse.

 Chapter 48: Millwall: A New Era

    <h4>Chapter 48: Millwall: A New Era</h4>


    For the better part of the season, Millwall''s fans have be the happiest group in League One. They are able to simply enjoy the joy and passion that football brings.


    Under Aldrich''s leadership, Millwall has undergone a remarkable transformation. The team''s style haspletely divorced itself from the traditional English game of long balls and aerial duels, sparking a youthful revolution that has filled the fans with pride.


    On the afternoon of the thirty-second round of matches, the Lion''s Den continued to boast a full house. As both teams lined up to enter the field, the stadium erupted into a thunderous apuse that echoed throughout.


    Millwall bears no grudge against Middlesbrough �� they are merely rivals. Now, with Millwall firmly ahead, the fans have graciously weed their opponents.


    Before the match, the broadcasting camera focused on Aldrich, the handsome young manager who is a rising star in English coaching circles. Polite and exceptionally skilled, no one questions Aldrich''s coaching ability anymore. In fact, Millwall''s tactical system has started to attract attention from football columnists; their analysis doesn''t readily offer conclusions since true tactical experts believe Aldrich''s renovation of the team is still a work in progress. However, abandoning the blindly frequent traditional wing y for a more dynamic approach, incorporating wing assistance and asional incursions into the box, has already been refreshing.


    As the yers made their way onto the field, Aldrich walked over to the opposing coaching bench where he was greeted by Brian Robson. The two embraced warmly and exchanged friendly banter.


    "Aldrich, if you lose this match to me, so be it. After all, you''re ahead by so many points."


    "Sure, Middlesbrough can attack boldly; Millwall won''t put up defenses."


    "Can you not be so annoying?"


    "Thank you, that''s the bestpliment I could ask for."


    After sharing a smile, Aldrich and Robson parted ways, each returning to their respective sidelines.


    Compared to their earlier encounters in the first half of the season, the only change in the starting line-up for Millwall was the introduction of David Beckham. Everything else remained the same, including their formation.


    Middlesbrough continued with their counter-attacking five-three-two setup, while Millwall retained their well-honed four-four-two.


    The dynamics of the match unfolded in a nearly identical pattern to their previous league encounter: Millwall dominated, while Middlesbrough remained conservative in defense.


    Aldrich stood on the sideline, wondering if he was about to repeat the mistakes of the first half of the season.


    Of course not! Millwall was far more matured than three months ago, and the yers'' synergy was vastly improved.


    The midfield trio of Pir��s, Nedved, and Mak��l��l�� worked seamlessly,bining fluidly in the midfield area. With Larsen dropping back to support, Millwallfortably retained control of the ball.


    Being patient and maintaining possession does not mean they are being conservative; rather, creating opportunities without easily relinquishing the ball is indeed a strategic form of conservatism.


    Aldrich''s first lesson to the team was to learn how to y the back pass! When there are no good options avable up front, midfield yers under pressure need to have the awareness to pass the ball back.


    If you don''t lose possession, you secure your unbeaten status.


    The much-hyped top-of-the-table sh didn''t ignite the expected fireworks as the matchmenced.


    Dubbed "the defensive forward" by Aldrich in front of coaching colleagues, Cavani was constantly darting between Millwall''s defense and midfield, attempting to disrupt the team''s rhythm.


    However, his one-man show bore little fruit, as he was effectively manipted by Millwall''s midfielders.


    ke, Masto, and Higdon,prising Middlesbrough''s midfield,cked the courage to push forward across the halfway line. They seemed to be waiting for something, entirely indifferent to the passage of time on the scoreboard.


    Millwall was tactically flexible enough to adjust and exploit the dense defense, no constant instructions from Aldrich were required.


    Pir��s moved inward, engaging in tightbinations with Nedved while the two strikers made runs to draw defenders'' attention, creating space for a teammate to take a long-range shot.


    Twenty minutes into the first half, Nedved''s long-range effort nearly opened the scoring, only for it to hit the crossbar and bounce into the stands.


    Middlesbrough continued their retreat into a defensive shell, yet small gaps and distractions in their formation were evident.


    Pir��s had a long-range shot from outside the box saved easily by keeper Miller, who quicklyunched a long clearance toward the front line in hopes of creating a counter-attacking opportunity.


    The ballnded just past midfield, where Mak��l��l�� confidently kept Cavani at bay. No matter how hard Cavani pushed, Mak��l��l�� was unfazed.


    As the ball descended, Mak��l��l�� redirected it right into Beckham''s path. Positioned near the right midfield line, Beckham took a moment to adjust before unleashing a long-ball cross into the Middlesbrough box.


    Middlesbrough''s defenders, just recovering from the previous defensive standing, were caught off guard �� within ten seconds, the ball soared back over their heads.


    Trezeguet skillfully slipped between Pearce and White, and although Miller charged off his line, he was only halfway there when he spread his arms to cover more ground. With Trezeguet now unmarked on the left side of the goal, he duly headed the ball into the Middlesbrough without breaking stride.


    Miller loathed Millwall!


    In the earlier encounter, Pir��s''s strange curler was still fresh in his memory. This time, with Miller havinge off his line, he could only watch helplessly as the ball sailed over his head. He stretched out his hand in vain, realizing he had missed his chance, and ended up awkwardly tumbling to the ground, a sight of pure humiliation.


    "Goooooal! David Trezeguet scores a stunning header! The assistes from young Manchester United star Beckham, who has been on loan at Millwall this season. In thest month, he filled in magnificently for the injured Schneider. His urate passing has been unforgettable. Who would have thought he''d assist a forward from that position? The pass was exquisitely timed, and Trezeguet''s decisive leap and header were simply sensational! Congrattions to Millwall; they now lead the match and hold amanding advantage on the field. Despite Middlesbrough''s strong capabilities, making an impact here seems unlikely!"


    With his goal tally reaching eighteen for the season, Trezeguet gleefully sprinted back towards the defense, directly embracing Beckham.


    The fans were ecstatic, with some even holding signs that read: "Aldrich, please sign Beckham!"


    Aldrich could only chuckle to himself; he too desired to secure arguably the biggest star in English football for the next five to eight years. However, the shrewd Ferguson wouldn''t let him have it so easily.


    From the moment Beckham joined on loan, he had transformed from a raw neer to one of Millwall''s star yers, with his impressive performances garnering increasing recognition. Aldrich described Beckham as a star yer, but not one ranked among the top five in terms of talent, not even amongst the attacking yers.


    Among those who frequented the training grounds, at least half of the female fans showed up just to see Beckham; the rest were more focused on Nedved, Schneider, and others. Being an English citizen, there was no doubt Beckham was the main attraction.


    When did Beckham be famous? Perhaps it was when he was under ten years old.


    In English football,st year, he yed a pivotal role for Manchester United''s 1992 batch, winning the Youth FA Cup, which propelled him into the limelight.


    Aldrich shook off distracting thoughts, cheering for his team''s goal, and nced at Brian Robson not far away. Thetter was unaffected by the conceding of the goal, simply pacing the sidelines with no words ormands for his team.


    Robson was powerless; he had done everything he could and knew further exhortation was pointless. It wasn''t that Middlesbrough was underperforming; Millwall had definitively evolved from the team he had faced in the first half.


    With hundreds of professional matches under his belt, Robson could see the confidence and energy radiating from the young Millwall yers, coupled with their tactical intelligence andposure. At that moment, he felt a sentiment simr to what Wenger must have experienced: Aldrich, your team has an immensely bright future ahead.


    After the restart, Middlesbrough retained their strategy,unching long balls as soon as they regained possession. Their ability to create threats depended heavily on the forwards'' effectiveness.


    But such offensive attempts were utterly ineffective against Millwall, with possession effortlessly returning to their feet.


    With the team ahead, the fans were thoroughly entertained, singing and celebrating like it was a party, joyfully arm in arm in the stands.


    With an assist under his belt, Beckham''s confidence surged, and on this grand stage, he longed to showcase more of himself. Thus, after sticking closer to the midfield line for the past thirty minutes, he now boldly surged forward.


    Aldrich frowned slightly at this sight from the sideline. During tactical briefings prior to the game, he had instructed Beckham: "Don''t venture up too far. Your primary duty is to help Thuram defend, ensuring our right nk is secure. As a deeper-lying attacking pivot, feel free to attempt long-range passes."


    Initially, Beckham had adhered to this guidance along the nk; Middlesbrough''s defense didn''t really regard him as a concern. However, when he suddenly surged forward, it caught them off guard.


    Nedved broke through Masto''s defense in the middle, surprised to find Beckham making an unexpected run forward. He had nned to take a long shot but instead pushed the ballterally to the right, creating an opportunity none anticipated. Middlesbrough''s center-back Wicks tried to intercept him, but Beckham''s pinpoint through ball snuck into the right side of the box, linking up with a well-timed run from Larsen. At the edge of the box, Larsen half-turned and swept the ball towards Middlesbrough''s goal.


    Trezeguet, anticipating a defensive clearance by Pearson, dove in just in time to direct the ball into the!


    Millwall surged ahead 2-0 at home!

 Chapter 49: The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

    <h4>Chapter 49: The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.</h4>


    The first half of the match was one-sided, with Millwall firmly in control, having scored two goals. They managed the rhythm of the game with ease, surprising Brian Robson, who likely didn''t expect to face a Millwall so different from the one in their earlier encounter this season. What changes would Middlesbrough implement in the second half? Would they hold back their strength and fight it out with the teams behind them on the table?


    During halftime, Aldrich returned to the locker room. The yers, having built up confidence with their string of victories, were no longer overjoyed by a halftime lead, taking a moment to rest calmly.


    Aldrich praised the team''s performance, noting that there was no need for tactical adjustments. If they maintained possession and tightened their defense, victory was within reach. He could already foresee that Middlesbrough woulde out fighting in the second half, which would provide Millwall with more counter-attacking opportunities.


    Yet, he approached Beckham, whose smile radiated pride from his involvement in a goal-scoring y in the first half.


    "David, we''re two goals up. You definitely have a talent for attacking, but remember, our primary focus is on defense. In the second half, try not to push up too much on the right nk. Your long passes can be unexpectedly effective from deeper positions. If you get caught forward and they counter-attack, you might not be able to return in time, and we could get exposed on the nks. Do you understand?"


    Aldrich''s method of exining tactics was always toy out the reasoning for his yers rather than giving direct orders, a style that the team appreciated.


    Beckham wiped the sweat from his brow, nodded, indicating that he understood.


    Aldrich chose not to borate further. After a brief rest, he walked out of the locker room with the yers.


    As the second half kicked off, despite Millwall''s two-goal lead, Aldrich remained vignt on the sideline. He knew the importance of the game; aeback from Middlesbrough could reignite their morale, and with fourteen matches remaining in the season, they could potentially be a significant threat to Millwall''s position at the top of the table.


    When the game kicked off again, the Millwall supporters were proudly belting out chants like, "We''re the champions," along with their own made-up songs about ying in the Premier League next season.


    Amid the joyous atmosphere in the stands, Aldrich, however, frowned.


    Middlesbrough emerged from halftime with a markedly different spirit, showcasing a level of determination that starkly contrasted with the first half.


    Aldrich realized that Brian Robson had effectively made the second half the decisive battle. Regardless of whether Millwall was leading or drawing, this strategy was evident.


    If the score were level, Millwall might be anxious to secure a win. If they were leading, they risked bingcent.


    In football, the process of scoring a goal is swift, often taking only seconds.


    Was 45 minutes enough to turn the tide? For a motivated team, it was more than sufficient!


    Thuram won the ball in the back, pushing a pass forward, intending to find Beckham. However, he didn''t anticipate that Beckham wouldn''t remain stationary; instead, he made a run forward, seemingly aiming to initiate a quick counter-attack.


    Aldrich''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    "Did my words during halftime go in one ear and out the other?!"


    Beckham aimed to bring the ball under his control without turning, but unexpectedly, an opponent reached out and easily intercepted the pass,unching a counter-attack.


    Curtis Fleming!


    Once again, it was him!


    Aldrich seethed quietly, muttering under his breath, "F��k!"


    Beckham hurried back, but his speed wasn''t his strong suit. Having lost the ball and turned to chase, he was unable to catch up with Fleming.


    What had begun as a counter-attack for Millwall was now a counter-attack for Middlesbrough.


    Fleming burst down the nk into Millwall''s half, where Mak��l��l�� quickly moved to intercept. Fleming passed the ball across the pitch to the midfield.


    Middlesbrough''s tactic of driving down the wing to draw defenders and then switching to a central attack was clearly well-drilled.


    ckmore received the ball just before Nedved''s tight marking could close him down, then passed it to Masto, who made ate run!


    The two forwards, Hendra and Cavani, applied constant pressure, keeping Stam and Southgate wary of advancing. Masto suddenly took a surprising long-range shot from just outside the box!


    Nedved rushed back for a challenge but was just a step toote, rendered helpless as the ball sted past him!


    What a strike!


    The ball soared with little spin, rocketing into Millwall''s goal at the upper left corner. Keller could only watch in resignation.


    After scoring, Cavani quickly retrieved the ball from the and ran back towards the defensive half; the rest of the team didn''t celebrate. They shared a united determination to equalize or even take the lead!


    Aldrich''s expression darkened. If anyone bore the responsibility for that goal, it was Beckham!


    Thuram, caught wide by Hegnight, couldn''t press, making it reasonable for Mak��l��l�� toe over for support. Originally, this was supposed to be a Millwall counter-attack, with Nedved pushing forward. If Beckham had simply received the ball on the wing, Nedved would have been there to take it. But instead, they were hit with a counter-attack, and Masto''s goal was undeniable; he might notnd that precise strike again, even if given a hundred chances.


    But such a concession was certainly not a one-off!


    During halftime, Aldrich''s warnings to Beckham had been audible to the other yers. So after the goal, Southgate ran over to Beckham and sternly said, "Just listen to the boss and don''t charge up recklessly!"


    One mistake by you could throw Millwall''s entire defensive system into disarray, allowing the opponent to exploit any weaknesses.


    As a British folk song goes:


    Lose a nail, lose a shoe;


    Lose a shoe, lose a horse;


    Lose a horse, lose a knight;


    Lose a knight, lose a king;


    Lose a king, lose a battle;


    Lose a battle, lose an empire!


    Seeing Beckham with his head down, Aldrich originally intended to say more, but he hesitated.


    After all, he was still a young yer, and learning from mistakes is a necessary path for growth.


    As the match resumed, Middlesbrough ramped up their offensive efforts.


    Aldrich scoffed inwardly: Did they think just one goal could crush Millwall? How na?ve!


    Ten minutester, Middlesbrough would pay the price for their offensive efforts.


    Larsen linked up beautifully with Nedved and Pir��s just outside the box, the three of them weaving together a tactical disy that toyed with Middlesbrough''s defense. Finally, Larsen slipped into the box to meet Pir��s''s chipped pass, striking the ball without letting it touch the ground, sending it crashing into the off the far post!


    In the 63rd minute, Millwall extended their lead to 3-1 at home against Middlesbrough.


    Brian Robson shook his head slightly at that goal. It was evident that there was a gap in ss between the yers!


    Aldrich thought that regaining the advantage would allow him to breathe, but to his surprise, Beckham once again aggressively pushed forward to join the attack.


    "David! Get back here!" Aldrich shouted from the sideline.


    Beckham, upfield, turned back and made an "I got this" gesture to Aldrich, as if to reassure him: "Boss, rx, I know what I''m doing!"


    Aldrich''s expression darkened profoundly!


    At that moment, Middlesbroughunched another attack down their left nk.


    Brian Robson had already identified the biggest w in Millwall''s defensive setup: the space behind that charming young United yer.


    This time, Fleming skipped the dribbling and instead worked a one-two with center-back Wicks.


    Wicks''s unexpected forward run caught everyone off guard, and Beckham was toyed with by Fleming and Wicks like a wooden post.


    Once again, Fleming left Beckham behind.


    Middlesbrough employed the same approach as before: Masto surged forward, while ckmore and Hegnight pushed quickly up the center, passing the ball back and forth between them. When Mak��l��l�� collided into ckmore from the side, the referee blew his whistle, signaling a foul, pulling out a yellow card from his pocket, and then��another red card!


    Mak��l��l�� had already been yellow-carded in the first half!


    There was no argument from the two-yellows-red-card Mak��l��l�� as he dejectedly walked off the pitch.


    When Aldrich witnessed this, he turned sharply and kicked the water bottle he''d ced on the ground.


    "Bernd, Patrick, get warmed up quickly! After this free kick, you''re on. Patrick,e on for Trezeguet to take ude''s position. Bernd, you''re recing Beckham. Patrick, once you''re on, tell Pavel to form a double pivot; we need to shrink the nks and hit on the counter-attack!"


    Fuming, Aldrich made quick substitutions.


    What infuriated him even more was that Middlesbrough actually scored from that direct free kick!


    ckmore delivered a wless curler that pierced Keller''s goal.


    Millwall found themselves in dire straits; the earlier 2-0 lead had vanished, and now they found themselves barely ahead at 3-2 with a man down!


    After that goal, twenty minutes remained on the clock, prompting Brian Robson to quickly adjust his lineup, adding a midfielder while substituting a defender to revert to a traditional 4-4-2 formation.


    As Trezeguet was substituted off for Vieira, Aldrich approached him to congratte him. Trezeguet had scored two goals and had yed well, but the state of the game left him unable to smile. After hugging Trezeguet, Aldrich returned to his coaching position without a nce at Beckham, who looked utterly despondent.

 Chapter 50: Go back to Manchester!

    <h4>Chapter 50: Go back to Manchester!</h4>


    Even after receiving a red card, Mak��l��l�� still got a fewforting words from Aldrich. Although no one could hear what Aldrich said to Mak��l��l��, it was clear that Mak��l��l��''s mood hadn''t soured.


    "ude, you did great today. You were only affected by some idiot''s mistake. Head to the locker room for a shower. Don''t let that red card get you down; just take a good break for the next game."


    Aldrich wasn''t blind. With Beckham absent from right midfield defense, the vertical space was expanded, allowing Middlesbrough''s yers��experienced and synchronized��to press forward with their attacks effortlessly. It was hardly a surprise that Mak��l��l�� had to resort to fouling to halt the opposing team''s momentum; it was simply unlucky that they managed to score from a free kick.


    However, when Beckham was substituted, Aldrich stood with his arms crossed and didn''t bother to look at him.


    As he approached the bench, Coach Craig handed him a warm-up jacket from the club. In a fit of annoyance, Beckham threw the jacket onto the top of the bench after receiving it.


    Aldrich had his back to the bench and didn''t see what happened behind him, but Craig, the whole coaching staff, and the yers on the bench were all furious at Beckham''s behavior!


    Beckham was seething inside: Two goals in the first half were directly rted to me!


    So what if I assisted?


    I''m not a freaking defender!


    What''s the big deal about conceding one or two goals?


    I can create more chances!


    Despite being a man down, Millwall had formed an imprable line of defense by tightening up their half.


    With the midfield and backline spacespressed, Middlesbrough''s ground attacks were repeatedly thwarted. They were forced to pile more yers into their attacks to create opportunities through long balls.


    Yet this straightforward approach didn''t intimidate Millwall; their defenders, Stam and Southgate, were well-versed in dealing with aerial threats.


    As time ticked down, Middlesbrough pushed more yers into attack in their desperate quest to equalize, causing their defensive line to advance further forward.


    With just two minutes left in the game, Hendry struggled to take a shot near the penalty line. The ball was too centered and was confidently caught by Keller.


    After securing the ball, Keller quickly performed a throw,unching it to the left wing. Lucas Neill, after controlling the ball, sent it forward with a sharp kick. Pir��s, receiving it, prepared for a precise, surgical pass.


    The ball sliced through the gap in Middlesbrough''s defense from near the center circle, rolling towards the backline. Larson, who had timed his run perfectly, had already established good chemistry with Pir��s and was ready to pounce as soon as the ball left Pir��s''s foot.


    Larsson surged past Middlesbrough''s White, easily leaving him behind as he charged towards the backline, creating a clear one-on-one opportunity.


    The Millwall fans had been holding their breaths for what felt like an eternity since Mak��l��l�� was sent off. They were worried about conceding again, but thankfully, the team had held up defensively. Now, however, a one-on-one chance was within reach.


    Goalkeeper Miller had no choice but to rush out; even before he reached the edge of the penalty area, he nced back in despair.


    Outside the box, Larson was about thirty-five meters from goal. With a graceful flick of his foot, he lobbed the ball towards the.


    The ball arced beautifully through the air, resembling a dazzling rainbow, before gently settling into Middlesbrough''s.


    4-2!


    Millwall had extinguished Middlesbrough''s efforts in the second half!


    The Den erupted in cheers, with fans chanting Larson''s name, followed by a prolonged apuse for his breathtaking lob.


    Aldrich''s tense expression finally softened a little. He loosened his tie and let out a long breath of pent-up frustration.


    Was he happy?


    Not really; it was more a relief after all the pent-up anger.


    This was supposed to be an easy victory, yet the game had turned into a chaotic affair, leaving him fuming!


    Despite Middlesbrough''s aggressive y that half, Millwall could have easily secured the game with counterattacks. The suspense only ended in the final minutes��not due to ack of preparation from Aldrich, but because he discovered that the gun''s sights were off just as he pulled the trigger!


    Having failed to equalize, Middlesbrough had lost all spirit, and the match was officially over after three minutes of stoppage time.


    "In the highly anticipated top-of-the-table sh of League One''s thirty-second round, Millwall faced Middlesbrough at home and won 4-2. Aldrich''s team narrowly clinched victory at The Den, expanding their points lead over Middlesbrough to 16. With only 14 rounds of the league remaining, Millwall has practically secured the championship, while Middlesbrough should start adjusting their strategy for the promotion yoffs."


    After the game, Aldrich walked over to shake hands with Brian Robson, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have a few things to take care of, so let''s grab a drink when we meet again next season in the Premier League."


    Brian Robson chuckled and replied, "You''ll definitely be in the Premier League; I can''t say the same for myself."


    "Are you kidding? Middlesbrough has no problem qualifying for the Premier League! Overly modesty is just hypocrisy."


    "Alright, see you in the Premier League next season."


    The two young coaches exchanged pleasantries before heading their separate ways.


    Aldrich epted a brief interview with a smile but his expression turned icy as he walked toward the locker room.


    Bam!


    After he entered the locker room, he mmed the door shut and set his re on David Beckham, who was sitting on the bench with his shirt off.


    Aldrich walked steadily up to him, his handsome face twisted in fury. As Beckham looked up at him, Aldrich exploded, shouting at him.


    "What the hell are you doing? Before the match, during half-time, at the sideline in the second half �� once, twice, three times! I reminded you three whole times! Do you have no brain, or is there something wrong with your ears?! Fuck! Beckham, I know you want to show off and be in the spotlight, but football isn''t just your damn show! Your selfishness and need for attention make Millwall look like a bunch of idiots!"


    Aldrich''s eyes seemed like they were spewing fire, and spit flew from his mouth onto Beckham''s face.


    He had every right to be angry!


    In the first-half encounters, Middlesbrough had exploited Millwall''s nks, and while Millwall had learned from that lesson this time, they were still cut apart by their rivals'' wing y.


    If Brian Robson had pulled off some clever tactics, Aldrich would have epted defeat. But to fall victim to the same attacking routine time and again was intolerable, especially after Aldrich had reminded Beckham multiple times.


    Beckham was initially stunned into silence. When the entire locker room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, Beckham finally snapped back to reality.


    Other yers respected Aldrich not just because he was their boss as head coach, but also because they felt at ease ying under him. Throughout the past half-season, they had shown marked improvement. Mak��l��l��, who had transitioned to a defensive midfield role, had noints, and the same went for Southgate. Trezeguet, returning to Europe from Argentina, felt grateful toward Aldrich.


    However, Beckham didn''t necessarily share that respect for Aldrich.


    After all, he was an outsider, destined to leave.


    "He was filled with anger, throwing his freshly removed Adidas shoes onto the ground, raising his head and shouting at Aldrich: ''What did I do wrong? I''m an attacking yer, not a damn defender! What''s wrong with me joining the attack?! Are you blind or something? Didn''t you see how I performed in the first half...''"


    Bam!


    "Before Beckham could finish his sentence, he was forcefully pushed by the furious Materazzi, causing his back to m against the locker."


    "''You better fucking respect your coach, or I''ll make you regret it!''",Materazzi yelled fiercely, his eyes zing.


    Meanwhile, captains Southgate, Nedved, and Larson all stood up in solidarity.


    But Aldrich waved everyone down; he didn''t need anyone else to bolster his authority.


    However, when he pushed Materazzi back with his arm, the outspoken defender shot back at Beckham, "If you had just listened to the boss, we wouldn''t have conceded any goals! ude wouldn''t have seen red! Idiot!"


    "Zip it, Marco!" Aldridge shot a furious nce at Materazzi, who looked displeased but grudgingly slumped back onto the bench.


    In reality, he had never liked Beckham.


    During practice, Beckham had a habit of showing off his technical skills, asionally flirting with girls outside the training field, even unting his branded boots as if trying to prove something.


    On the pitch, his need for attention was greater than others, and as a defender, Materazzi couldn''t stand yers who went forward without covering back effectively.


    In those moments of glory, it was the defenders who paid the price when things went wrong!


    Aldrich took a deep breath, closing his eyes as the tension in the room built.


    Yes, Beckham had talent in attack, but the future of football trends towards a collective defensive approach. A winger who only attacked or a forward whocked defensive contributions would find it increasingly difficult to hold their ground in top teams. The truly sessful strong teams had a defensive system involving all eleven yers��only a handful of immensely talented forwards could operate freely. But as a winger, Beckham needed to contribute on the defensive end!


    Aldrich''s intentions were lost on Beckham. Aldrich believed there was no point in borating further; many exceptionally talented young yers were toozy to listen to their coach. Even Owen himself admitted that during his early days at Liverpool, he couldn''t hear a word in tactical meetings and regretted it deeply, believing he could have achieved even more.


    Without looking back at Beckham again, Aldrich turned and strode toward the exit, coldly stating, "If you don''t value your chances here, pack all your things and get the hell back to Manchester!"

 Chapter 51: Aftermath of Departure

    <h4>Chapter 51: Aftermath of Departure</h4>


    Beckham packed his bags and left London that same day. Later that evening, Aldrich received a call from the Manchester United manager.


    "Aldrich, I''ve heard about David, and I don''t want this to affect our rtionship."


    Aldrich found the Scottish manager''s opening line a bit strange.


    "Really? Do you think I''m a three-year-old child who harbors resentment towards Beckham and therefore hates the entire Manchester United club? Don''t worry, I''m not that petty. David may still be immature, and it''s normal that he wouldn''t take my words to heart since he''s on loan at Millwall."


    Clearly, Ferguson had watched the match footage of Middlesbrough''s away game against Millwall before calling Aldrich; he already knew the details from another yer, Phil Neville.


    Ferguson, being protective, wouldn''t resort to ming David Beckham��he wouldn''t even mention it during their call, something Aldrich expected. But when Ferguson stated that it wouldn''t affect the rtionship between the two clubs, Aldrich found it odd.


    "Well, you''re a straightforward young man. No need to say more��goodbye."


    After hanging up, Aldrich was left feeling perplexed.


    No need to say more?


    Ferguson clearly had more to say!


    But perhaps the timing wasn''t right.


    While soaking in the bathtub, Aldrich finally understood: this old man was worried that he might harbor animosity towards Manchester United and refuse to sell yers to them!


    Did Ferguson want to make some signings?


    Absolutely!


    Even though he had brought in Andy Cole in January to bolster their attacking lineup for the second half of the season against Daglish''s ckburn, no one could have anticipated that just half a monthter, Cantona would shock the world with his flying kick at a Crystal Pce fan.


    The FA handed down a ban; Cantona was suspended for eight months!


    With the winter transfer window closed, that meant Cantona would miss the early rounds of the next season''s Premier League. No one knew what kind of form Cantona would be in after eight months without matches, and having just lost key yers to injuries, Ferguson now had a new headache regarding his forward options.


    Once Beckham returned to Manchester and after his discussion with Ferguson, it was clear that Ferguson''s gaze shifted beyond Larsson, with Trezeguet and Solskj?r also making their way onto the radar of Manchester United scouts.


    The day after the match, the team had a day off, and in the afternoon, the yers came to the training ground for light recovery workouts.


    As the sun set, Aldrich called Phil Neville into his office.


    Neville, now dressed in casual clothes after training, was still a straightforward young man. He got right to the point: "Boss, I want to stay, at least until the end of this season. I think I can gain valuable experience here at Millwall."


    Aldrich appreciated his honesty, which was refreshingly direct.


    Being a substitute, Neville had already made over ten appearances this season. While Aldrich couldn''t say he had given everything to him at Millwall, the coaching staff was fair in their approach, treating all yers equally.


    Aldrich sighed softly. "I want you to stay too, but it''s not possible. You should understand that if you stay, life for you here will be difficult in theing months because you''re a Manchester United yer."


    If Aldrich kept Neville after Beckham''s departure, he would undoubtedly be isted in the locker room, and he couldn''t expect his yers to behave nobly and treat him fairly.


    Even if Neville didn''t provoke outward anger, his connection to Manchester United would hinder his standing in this team-centric sport.


    Neville looked dejected, and he had no more words to counter.


    He ended up being coteral damage; in light of the Beckham affair, it was hardly surprising that the Millwall yers viewed him with suspicion and hostility.


    Aldrich picked up two thick stacks of papers from his desk and handed them to Neville. "I called you in to discuss this matter. These are training reports from the past August for you and David, along with a development n for your future training."


    Neville took the heavy stacks in his hands, feeling their weight, and suddenly found himself at a loss for words.


    Aldrich was known for his meticulous approach to work, and the coaching staff showed the same level of dedication. They treated loan yers like Neville and Beckham equally, and the two reports moved Neville deeply.


    "Take these reports back to Manchester United. For me, this is just fulfilling my responsibility. You and David are young, and bringing you guys here was a difficult decision, but since you''re at Millwall, I feel it''s necessary to be responsible for your growth..."


    Aldrich went on and on, even to the point where he felt he was rambling. He couldn''t help it; an unexpected sadness crept over him.


    After all, they''d been together for six months, and this sudden separation caught him off guard.


    Neville listened attentively, nodding frequently, especially when Aldrich, speaking as a friend, urged him to train hard back at United and not let outside distractions interfere. Neville nodded vigorously,mitting every word to his heart.


    Following Beckham''s departure, Neville also returned to Manchester United. This wouldn''t be mentioned in the media until the press conference for the mid-week FA Cup rey.


    As Aldrich prepared his team for their second visit to St. James'' Park this season, he faced a barrage of questions from the media at the pre-match conference.


    "Why did David Beckham and Phil Neville unexpectedly return to Manchester United after thest match? At the start of the season, Manchester United announced that both yers would be on loan at Millwall for the entire season. What happened?"


    Facing the reporters who wouldn''t relent until they got a deeper understanding, Aldrich, initially unwilling to borate, finally replied lightly, "Millwall''s uing schedule is rtively light, and our current team condition is sufficient to handle all matches. I believe it''s in Beckham''s and Neville''s best interests to return to Manchester United now, as they won''t get more ying time here at Millwall."


    At that moment, Aldrich truly experienced the persistence of the reporters.


    He had initially thought thatst month''s two major news pieces��Graham''s dismissal and Cantona''s flying kick at a fan��would be enough to keep the English journalists upied for a while. Aldrich had previously refused toment on those incidents because he didn''t want to pile on Graham after his team lost to Millwall.


    As for Cantona kicking a Crystal Pce fan, the derby rivalry with Crystal Pce made it tricky for Aldrich to speak freely.


    He felt it wasn''t right to support one side and not the other.


    If he spoke up, he''d offend both sides.


    Was it worth it?


    Now, today, reporters were specting whether Aldrich''s rtionship with Manchester United had soured or even turned hostile.


    Aldrich felt a sense of relief as he noted that the truth hadn''t surfaced; no one in the locker room had leaked his furious outburst, which would have been a major faux pas.


    "Gentlemen, if there are no further questions regarding the FA Cup match, I''ll be leaving," Aldrich stated.


    He answered a few moreckluster questions about the match before rising to leave.


    As for Kevin Keegan''s loud deration that his team would defeat Millwall, Aldrich shrugged it off.


    Kevin Keegan was quite the anomaly in English football.


    His career was incredibly sessful, making him one of the superstars of Ennd in the 1970s and 1980s. His retirement ended with a dramatic farewell: a helicopternded on the pitch, and with tears streaming down his face, he waved goodbye to the fans. Without even changing out of his kit, he jumped into the helicopter, and then it flew away.


    He truly showcases a style reminiscent of ''having aplished the task, he departs unobtrusively, keeping his glory and name in the shadows.''


    Though he was a forward, his coaching at Newcastle United brought them attacking ir. In recent years, he seemed to have developed a bit of an ego, thinking he could go head-to-head with Ferguson, which Aldrich found somewhatughable.


    If football matches were determined solely by offensive prowess, Keegan might well have an advantage.


    Had it not been for Millwall''sck of ambition towards the cup this season, Aldrich wouldn''t have been inclined to change his team''s strategy. He truly wanted to teach Kevin Keegan a lesson in "defense wins championships" using his young yers.


    Let Keegan bask in his glory; Aldrich didn''t care to engage in provocation.


    Due to Beckham''s and Neville''s departures, Aldrich faced some challenges in his lineup. In the FA Cup rey, he let Lucas Neill continue to y, while Zambrotta shifted to right-back. The midfield remained unchanged from their match against Arsenal: Gattuso, Vieira, and Back.


    The three forwards were Glenn Johnson, Phillips, and Solskj?r.


    Aldrich wanted to see how this 4-3-3 formation would pan out with Johnson and Solskj?r on the wings.


    At St. James'' Park, Newcastle fielded their full first team, resulting in an exhrating back-and-forth match.


    The previous match had ended in a 1-1 draw.


    But in this match, no one could have predicted the final score after 90 minutes would be: 4-4.


    Faced with Newcastle, a side imploding with attacking talent, Aldrich knew they wouldn''t be able to maintain a defensive stand. They weren''t facing a rough-and-tumble team from the lower leagues; they were up against one of the Premier League''s finest attacking sides.


    With Back and Vieira pushing forward plus the fierce performances of the trio up front, Millwall''s attacking game flourished.


    Phillips scored twice, Solskj?rted another, and Back equalized with a header just before the final whistle.


    Exhausted after extra time, Millwall ultimately fell to ast-minute strike from Newcastle, exiting the FA Cup in the fourth round.


    Aldrich felt no regrets, yet was surprised to hear Keegan ranting in the post-match interviews.


    "Mr. Keegan said Millwall has paid the price for not respecting the FA Cup, and even if Millwall were to get promoted to the Premier League next season, survival would be difficult."


    "Did he really say that?"


    Aldrich appeared puzzled as he faced the camera during post-match interviews.


    They won the match, and they could celebrate however they wanted. Whytch onto him for no reason?


    Oh well, it seems a feud had begun!


    "I''m d to hear Mr. Kevin Keegan''s remarks. If Millwall gets promoted to the Premier League next season, our goal is indeed survival, especially when facing a strong team like Newcastle, where we need to fight for points to avoid relegation. This season, Newcastle has already lost their chance topete for the Premier League title, so I wish Mr. Keegan the best of luck in touching the Premier League trophy next season."

 Chapter 52: The Unexpected Party

    <h4>Chapter 52: ?The Unexpected Party</h4>


    Aldrich''s sharp post-match interview quickly became a sensational topic the following day, suggesting that Millwall would seek revenge against Newcastle United in the next season. Kevin Keegan, of course, scoffed at the idea, believing that a seasoned team like Newcastle would never stoop topare itself with Millwall. They had met twice in cup matches, and he thought Millwall had simply been lucky, riding the coattails of Newcastle''s fame to boost their own recognition.


    As March rolled in, Millwall wasgging significantly behind their pursuers on the league table. This allowed Aldrich some leeway in his team lineup, enabling him to maintain a regr starting eleven while providing four to six opportunities for the substitutes to gain valuable experience.


    In mid-March, Aldrich returned home from work as usual, only to find the parking lot brimming with extravagant cars.


    He sighed helplessly, thinking, "Another party at home."


    This luxurious vi often hosted gatherings, whether Arthur was inviting old neighbors for a cheerful reunion or holding parties under various pretenses, such as someone''s birthday or anniversary.


    It wasn''t that Aldrich was antisocial, but sometimes after a long day, he just wanted to soak in a nice bath and rx. Instead, he found himself unprepared for these surprise parties, which forced him to muster up some energy.


    Standing at the front door, Aldrich thought to himself, "Maybe it''s time to move out and live alone."


    He tidied his suit, forced a smile, and stepped into the lobby. The living room was packed with people. Aldrich scanned the crowd of handsome men and beautiful women, concluding that today''s gathering was of considerable status.


    Not only were the guests dressed elegantly, but the men disyed gentlemanly behavior while the women went out of their way to exude grace. This was certainly not the usual loud and rowdy affair when Arthur invited the neighbors over, where lively antics often filled the vi.


    Aldrich caught sight of Ross and whispered, "What''s today''s asion?"


    Ross adjusted his gold-rimmed sses and replied earnestly, "Mr. Hall just made a lucrative deal, so he''s hosting a banquet for several business associates and some big shots from Barys Bank."


    "Mr. Hall" was none other than Aldrich''s older brother, Bat.


    After grabbing a te and some food to curb his hunger, Aldrich leaned against the staircase with a ss of champagne in hand, idly watching the scene unfold around him.


    He truly hadn''t expected Bat to be able to invite such prominent figures from Barys Bank.


    While Aldrich wasn''t particrly savvy about the world of capitalism, he remembered that after the turn of the millennium, Barys Bank had sponsored the Premier League, and he had done a little research into its background�� a staggering total asset of over a trillion pounds!


    Now that was what you called a consortium.


    Therefore, it was evident that Bat must have secured the presence of someone significant from Barys Bank, rather than just a low-level employee, which was enough to surprise Aldrich.


    Eavesdropping on snippets of conversation around him, Aldrich began to understand what Ross meant about Bat making a profit. Just recently, Mexico had experienced a financial crisis, and Bat had seized the opportunity to make a fortune.


    Suddenly, a delightful smile crept onto Aldrich''s face.


    He spotted a familiar stranger.


    A woman in a tight-fitting ck dress that entuated her slender figure stood across the room, deftly fending off advances from an eager man.


    Aldrich took a sip of champagne and chuckled to himself, "Future Mrs. Beckham, looking like a startled little child right now."


    He didn''t know why Victoria was at his home, but he took joy in watching her anxious movements.


    "She''s beautiful, isn''t she?"


    A young and attractive woman appeared beside him, her deep brown hair flowing gracefully. With a curvaceous figure that Aldrich admired, she wore a simr ck dress, making her quite a sight to behold.


    Following her mischievous gaze, Aldrich saw that she was indeed looking at Victoria. He shrugged and said, "Yeah, she really is."


    He inwardly scoffed and thought, "Just wonder if she''ll still be smiling ten years from now."


    After marrying Beckham, as his fame grew, she mostly appeared in public with an icy demeanor, prompting the UK media to ridicule that Beckham married a wife who rarely smiled.


    "Do you like her?"


    The girl yfully winked, but Aldrich, startled, quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no! She''s a thorny rose. Like her? I''d rather be killed than endure her torment."


    "Huh? Then why were you staring at her?"


    "Don''t you think she looks like a penguin that has left Antarctica? She doesn''t know where to put her hands, and she seems scared of choking on her own words. She doesn''t look bad when she smiles, but it''s pretty ridiculous."


    Aldrich spoke casually, seemingly unfazed by the idea that his teasing might be ungracious.


    "Oh, I will definitely tell her what you said."


    "Wait, who are you?"


    "Mnie Chisholm. That one over there is my good friend, Victoria. We''re in the same group, the Spice Girls. You probably haven''t heard of us yet since we haven''t officially debuted."


    Aldrich''s embarrassment shed by in an instant when he realized he had just teased Victoria,pletely unaware of who was lurking next to him.


    Shaking hands with her, Aldrich smiled and said, "Aldrich Hall, I''m a football coach."


    "A football coach? Hmm, you look so young, I assume you''re just an average coach, right? I''m a Liverpool fan, born in Liverpool. I only watch Liverpool''s matches; it''s strange, you''re just a coach, so how can you be at a party like this?"


    Mnie looked him over curiously, shaking her head in confusion.


    Aldrich shrugged without offering an exnation. Mnie continued, "Did you know Victoria before?"


    "Nope."


    "Then why do you look like you''re afraid of her?"


    "Afraid? That''s a joke. I just know how glitzy she''ll be after gaining fame, turning into a nuisance. I don''t know about other men, but I really can''t stand that kind of woman."


    Mnie''s eyes widened, her look of incredulity almostical, and she asked, "How do you know she will definitely be famous? If she bes famous, then I should be famous too. We''re in the same group."


    Aldrich raised his chin confidently and dered, "Oh, I know for sure because I''m from the future."


    Mnie almost burst outughing, ring at Aldrich with a yful usation. "That im is so cheesy."


    Aldrich raised his hands in feigned innocence and said, "I''m just speaking the truth."


    "Ha ha ha! Alright, Aldrich from the future, if you really are from the future, then tell me what the weather will be like tomorrow?"


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow and replied, "It''s going to rain in Manchester tomorrow!"


    "Well, I was born in Liverpool, and it rains three or four times in a single day in that dreadful ce called Manchester. Looks like you might only be able to fool children."


    Finishing her thought, Mnie lowered her head, chuckling softly, suddenly feeling that this handsome guy beside her was quite interesting.


    At that moment, all the guests in the lobby turned their attention toward the stairs. Aldrich raised his head as well, seeing Bat and several other well-dressed mene down, all wearing smiles as if they''d had a great discussion upstairs.


    Mnie looked curiously at the men, but she caught Aldrich muttering softly to himself, "Don''t see me, don''t see me, don''t see me..."


    But it was a lost cause as Bat immediately spotted him and cheerfully beckoned, "Aldrich! There you are! Come over, I want to introduce you to some friends."


    Aldrich sighed inwardly, thinking, "Brother, I have no interest in your friends, especially since they''re all men!"


    Mnie''s eyes widened in surprise, not understanding who this guy was.


    Aldrich managed a reluctant smile for Mnie and said, "He''s my older brother. This is my home."


    "Aren''t you a football coach?"


    "Is that a conflict?"


    "Uh..."


    Aldrichughed apologetically before heading toward Bat.


    As he walked away, Victoria approached Mnie and curiously asked, "Who was that man you were chatting with just now?"


    "He''s that gentleman''s brother."


    "Mr. Hall?"


    "Is that really Mr. Hall? I thought the Hall family was quite wealthy. Why is Aldrich still a football coach? He couldn''t be making much money."


    Confused, Mnie thought that even top coaches didn''t earn much in a year, and the Hall family was well-off; it didn''t make sense for one of their direct descendants to go into football coaching.


    He truly was an oddball!


    The Spice Girls were in the early stages of preparing to debut; for these girls in their early twenties, such a party belonged to high society. Their manager had brought them along to take a chance at meeting influential people, which could only help their careers, and they were just socializing normally.


    Bat led Aldrich to a quieter corner, enthusiastically introducing him, "Aldrich, this is Mr. Bishopp from Barys Bank. Mr. Bishopp, this is my brother Aldrich, whom I just mentioned."


    "Hello."


    Aldrich shook hands with Mr. Bishopp, exchanged pleasantries, and then fell silent. Mr. Bishopp appeared to be in his early forties, courteous and amiable, observing Aldrich with interest but unable to discern what remarkable qualities Bat had praised him for.


    Bat''s family had made numerous investments in Asia, and upon Bat''s urging, Aldrich feltpelled to share a few thoughts on the topic.


    Surprisingly, this impressed Mr. Bishopp greatly.


    Certain Southeast Asian countries are experiencing continued economic overheating and a growing bubble. There may not be significant short-term effects, but it is worrisome in the long run. Speaking of which, big brother, I think we can withdraw all our family''s investments in Southeast Asia before the end of next year. We should have made quite a bit of profit anyway.


    Bat immediately summoned his assistant to jot down the details after hearing this.


    Profit was guaranteed; a few years ago, the real estate and stock markets over there were worth next to nothing, yet due to economic growth over the years, their investments had reaped substantial returns.

 Chapter 53: Future commercial interests

    <h4>Chapter 53: Futuremercial interests</h4>


    In a country where even the Prime Minister and the Queen take an interest in football, the topic is essential for everyone, from highborn elites tomon folks.


    Bishop knew that Aldrich was the owner and head coach of Millwall, and he showed no signs of disdain. For decades, even centuries, football had been closely intertwined with the spirit of the English nation. When Charlton led his teammates to cry out in tears for their lostrades during the Munich disaster, the whole world was moved. Tragedies like the Heysel disaster shook the nation, and Gascoigne''s tears in Italy touched the hearts of every Englishman.


    Bishop and Aldrich began discussing football, particrly sharing Aldrich''s concerns about the future of the Premier League.


    Long before the Premier League was established, the Premier League''s name rights were sought after by Balk Bank, but ultimately, Carling Beer won the bid. It wasn''t that Balk Bank couldn''tpete financially; their funds were more than sufficient.


    At that time, Britain was undergoing a societal transformation. The Iron Lady, Margaret Thatcher, had just stepped down, and English football was still reeling from the shadow of the Hillsborough disaster. The best yers were heading to Italy, and there was even a saying among fans: after death, your soul would fly to Italy to witness the best yers and the most exciting matches.


    The Balk Bank consortium hesitated to endorse the Premier League due to concerns about its future: would it continue to stagnate or recover? This uncertainty led them to withdraw from the bidding.


    In the years that followed, Ennd''s return to Europeanpetition highlighted a significant gap with the continent''s top teams. The istionism that English football experienced after thete 1980s hade at a steep price.


    Liverpool was eliminated from the qualifiers, unable topete with Portuguese giants Benfica, while Arsenal fell prey to sgow Rangers in the group stage. Leeds United were left behind after being knocked out by Gtasarayst season, and this year, Manchester United, the reigning champions, were even topped by the Nordic team Gothenburg, failing to progress past the group stage once again.


    Despite Ennd''s return to the Champions League five years ago, they hadn''t once made it to the quarter-finals.


    While discussing the future developments of the Premier League, Aldrich spoke passionately about its growth model. He noted that English football was bing increasingly Europeanized, with a notable rise in foreign yers and themercialization of clubs. The formation of the Premier League had also brought in significant broadcasting revenue.


    Conversely, although Italy''s league was undeniably the top one currently, its weaknesses could hinder its growth. The restrictions on transfers outside of Europe and the family-run club model limiting foreign investments were potential risks. While Italy boasted many stars, it also disyed a trend of brutal gamey, with spectacr attacks often ending in harsh fouls. Fans in the 90s saw long injury lists filled with well-known names, yet they longed to watch these yers dazzling on the pitch, not sidelined in recovery.


    "If the teams representing the Premier League can''t achieve good results in Europe, the world''s, or rather Europe''s, focus won''t be on Ennd. In that case, the value of the Premier League would be limited to its home ground, and the risks versus rewards of sponsorship would be mismatched," Bishop stated.


    Aldrich nodded in agreement. "That''s right. As a football powerhouse, Ennd''s influence is immense. Even if teams from smaller European nations achieve great sess in the Champions League, they rarely achieve significant growth, as the local football culture sets an upper limit on sess. In contrast, traditional European powerhouses like Italy, Spain, Germany, and France can create massive effects when they achieve consistent sess in Europe. Especially in an age where media spreads information rapidly, Italy''s football prominence proves this point. If Premier League teams could generate a simr effect, it would surpass that of Italy, as we just discussed."


    Aldrich spoke confidently, and as the conversation progressed, Bishop said seriously, "I spoke to Bat about a partnership. Balk Bank is interested in sponsoring a Premier League team. I heard Millwall is doing quite well in League One this season. If Millwall can qualify for the Premier League next season, we''d be willing to be the team''s front jersey sponsor. What do you think?"


    Aldrich was utterly surprised.


    Balk Bank wanted to sponsor a Premier League team?


    It would be fine to sponsor anyone, but it would never choose Millwall.


    Millwall was notoriously known as a rough team!


    Even though the team had seen aplete transformation this season, past impressions don''t change overnight.


    Reflecting on Bishop''s words, Aldrich understood that this was likely a friendly coboration between Balk Bank and the Hall family. In their strategy to Europeanize and even globalize the consortium, allies were essential. The Hall family, having risen in London, was recognized as a significant international capital yer with Bat making sessful inroads in North America and investments in Southeast Asia, both yielding good returns. It made sense that Balk Bank would have its eye on the Hall family, who held British citizenship.


    Aldrich smiled and asked, "Sponsorship fee?"


    "Three years, one million pounds per year."


    "No, we''ll sign for one year at a time. This summer, we can agree to one million pounds or eight hundred thousand pounds. If you want to continue sponsoring next summer, we can renegotiate the sponsorship fee then."


    Considering Millwall''s reputation, Aldrich wouldn''t even be interested if they offered five hundred thousand pounds a year for front sponsorship. Now, very few clubs in the Premier League could secure sponsorship deals in the millions.


    Bishop smiled slightly. "Okay, if Millwallpetes in the Premier League next season, we''ll sponsor one million pounds in the summer. Can I ask, why not agree to a three-year deal?"


    "It''s simple. I have full confidence in my team, and ourmercial value will grow quickly in the near future. If we sign for three years at once, Millwall will be at a loss. As you pointed out, Premier League teams that participate in Europeanpetitions bring significant economic benefits."


    "Haha, you''re just like your brother, always so confident. I admire that," Bishop replied.


    Aldrich and Bishop shook hands formally and finished their conversation happily.


    Just as Aldrich waved goodbye to Bishop, Bat arrived with another man.


    "Aldrich, this is Mr. Worm-Heisenberg, the marketing director of Puma Germany. Andrew introduced him to discuss next season''s jersey sponsorship contract with you. I won''t interfere," Bat said cheerfully, introducing Heisenberg before leaving.


    Aldrich shook hands with the debonair German man, nodding and smiling as he spoke, "Nice to meet you."


    Worm-Heisenberg casually struck up a conversation with Aldrich. After some small talk, he got straight to the point, suggesting an annual sponsorship fee of eighty thousand pounds for an exclusive five-year contract as Millwall''s jersey sponsor.


    Aldrich firmly refused, "Impossible! I know that no sponsors would want to invest heavily in Millwall right now, but I won''t sell out our future interests. Mr. Heisenberg, here''s my proposal: a one-year contract. We can sign for eighty thousand pounds this summer, and then we can renegotiate next summer. This way, if Millwall''smercial value increases or we get relegated, we can both secure our interests, right?"


    Heisenberg appeared displeased. He expected a small team like Millwall to wee a bigpany''s sponsorship with open arms.


    Aldrich nonchntly said, "Mr. Heisenberg, do you know how many times our jersey sales this season have outstrippedst year''s? I can honestly tell you: thirteen times! Why? Because my team has many yers who have be stars in the eyes of fans, quickly bing the brightest figures on the pitch. I suspect that if it weren''t for your interest in Schneider, you probably wouldn''t even pay attention to Millwall, would you?"


    Heisenberg reluctantly nodded.


    Schneider, hailing from Germany, rapidly grew into a yer with great star potential. After talking with his agent, Andrew rmended him to discuss the jersey sponsorship with Aldrich, iming it would be a win-win coboration.


    "My team has many yers from different countries with immense potential. They will likely be key members of their national teams and shine on the biggest stage of the World Cup. You might think I''m dreaming, but that''s fine. Even if we can''t reach an agreement today, I don''t mind. I value connections, and by building a solid foundation for cooperation today, even if yourpany haspetitors in the future, I will prioritize choosing friends under the same conditions."


    "Worm-Heisenberg is feeling a bit uncertain; he can only express that he needs to consider it further."


    Aldrich smiled and saw him off.

 Chapter 54: Unexpected Gifts

    <h4>Chapter 54: Unexpected Gifts</h4>


    In the English Championship, Millwall doesn''t have much recognition, and the sponsorship fees are pitifully low. However, with Sky Sports'' huge sess in broadcasting the Premier League, the brand value of the Premier League has soon be apparent. If Millwall can get promoted to the Premier League, while the sponsorship fees may not see a dramatic increase, every little bit helps; after all, money is money, and you can never have too much of it.


    In the uing months, advertisements in the stadium will enter a new round of sponsorship recruitment. Aldrich ns to have Adam handle these negotiations, a task that naturally falls under the club CEO''s responsibilities.


    Seeing Heisenberg leave, Bat approached with a friendly arm wrapped around Aldrich, smiling mysteriously. "Follow me, I''ve got a gift for you."


    Aldrich could only chuckle helplessly as he followed him to a corner of the lobby. Bat took a folder from his assistant and opened it in front of Aldrich.


    Upon closer inspection, the documents inside resembled a developer''s brochure for a residential project.


    "I bought a plot ofnd on the southern bank of the Thames, to the east of Millwall Club, intending to develop it into a residential area with eighty units. It''s a gift for you."


    Aldrich furrowed his brow and stared at Bat. "Why are you giving this to me?"


    Thend prices in East London hadn''t skyrocketed into the stratosphere yet. The previous budget for Millwall''s new stadium was around ��15 million for bothnd and construction. Aldrich estimated that the development cost of this residential project wouldn''t exceed ��10 million.


    Bat tossed the folder behind him without a care, not bothering to check if his assistant caught it, and wrapped his arm around Aldrich again, cheerfully saying, "No reason, just something you deserve. By the way, mypany: I own 51% of the shares, you have 30%, and Andrew has 19%. Don''t spill that to anyone else; otherwise, better watch your back��you might end up being kidnapped. I live in a mansion, I can''t let you look poor. Now that you''re working, you''ll need towork. If you make some new friends, don''t hesitate to give them a ce; it''s not a huge deal."


    <strong>"</strong>Aldrich sighed with a wry smile, ''These past few years, I''ve been away and know nothing about yourpany. How can this possibly be something I deserve?''"


    In Western interpersonal rtionships��even among family members��the distribution of assets is quite clear-cut. Aldrich didn''t ce much importance on wealth. With over ��3 million in his personal ount, he felt he had more than enough for his lifetime, plus the club was operating well; as long as they managed it right, making profit wouldn''t be too difficult.


    Bat squinted and smiled, "Haha, remember when you said the Premier League broadcasting rights would definitely be profitable, especially for Sky? That''s when I invested in Murdoch''spany. Ha, that American is dying to buy his shares back from me now. That idiot, I''m not selling!"


    Aldrich was taken aback. He had no idea about all this. Hearing it now left him dumbfounded.


    Murdoch had a huge influence in the UK, holding rights to "The Sun," "The Times," and "The News of the World," but his biggest flop during thete 1980s and early 1990s was Sky.


    Year after year, it suffered losses amounting to millions of pounds.


    Before the Premier League was established, there was quite an uproar when Premier League clubs broke away from the Football Association''s dominance. Aldrich had casually mentioned this during a chat with Bat once.


    "That''s just his nature; he is reluctant to say much about things he doesn''t understand, but when ites to what he does know, he talks endlessly."


    From the twenty-two clubs rising up under the Big Five to the Football Association''s poor strategies, along with the BBC and ITV''scency, Sky Sports suddenly rose, colluding with the Premier League to ensure it was formed, confidently predicting a brand-new era ahead.


    Bat had invested in Sky Sports back in ''91. He hit the timing right��before Murdoch quietly negotiated with the Premier League��while Sky was still suffering massive losses. That American thought the British would happily spend on American entertainment programs; he couldn''t have been more wrong. The programs that British people were willing to pay for ranked number one: football, number two: football, and number three: football.


    When Murdoch was feeling dejected, Bat''s investment only ounted for a small percentage of Sky, yet it made Murdoch regret losing out in just two short years after securing the broadcasting rights for the Premier League.


    Once Sky won the rights, their ie ballooned immensely: bags upon bags of cash and checks flooded into thepany every day. Within a year, Sky turned around, raking in over ��40 million in profit from a prior loss of millions!


    Bat was ecstatic, predicting that this summer, once the Premier League season concluded, he would be able to clear up the bank loan used for his initial investment in Sky just from dividends, effectively making a fortune for owning a percentage of thepany in less than four years.


    "This investment idea was inspired by a few offhand remarks from his beloved younger brother. Bat has not only a brotherly affection for Aldrich but also a deep admiration for him."


    Even though Bat had made a great deal, Murdoch was no ordinary man. He was a media mogul; in Bat''s words, he was just a "big idiot." It was merely the arrogance inherent in British culture, a way to boast and show off; in terms of real ability, very few self-made billionaires in Britain couldpare to Murdoch.


    "Alright then, I''ll ept this gift."


    "Aldrich wasn''t pretentious either. Bat, with a beaming smile, raised an eyebrow and said, ''I won''t bother you any longer. That pretty girl over there has been staring at you, hehe. Among the three of us, you''re definitely the most popr with thedies.''"


    "Feel free to be jealous; it''s just that I''m better-looking than you."


    "Hahaha, then go enjoy your luck with thedies."


    Batughed as he walked away.


    Aldrich stood there with his champagne, secretly chuckling. Mnie Chisholm, who had been watching him from a distance, immediately approached and yfully stuck out her tongue. "Aren''t you a football coach?"


    "What''s there to doubt?"


    Aldrich responded, exasperated but amused.


    "Well then, it was nice meeting you, Aldrich."


    Mnie looked like she was about to leave. The other members of the Spice Girls hovered by the door, all of them gazing knowingly at Aldrich.


    Aldrich took the opportunity to formally shake her hand again and smiled, "Same here, goodbye."


    As Mnie turned with a cheerful smile and rejoined herpanions, they began teasing her.


    Aldrich smiled at the alluring silhouette of the Spice Girls as they departed. Mnie casting a shy yet charming nce back at him before she exited left a lingering impression on him.


    With FIFA Match Day upon him, Aldrich gave his team two days off. He changed into casual clothes and strolled along Bond Street in West London, a fashionable street where every square inch is precious, filled with boutiques from internationally renowned brands��ces that ordinary folks rarely reach.


    Dressed in sportswear and wearing a backward cap, Aldrich stood out amidst the sea of well-dressed suits on that bustling street.


    Holding a cup of juice casually, Aldrich scanned the street, thinking about buying a new phone.


    A few years back, the mobile phones were clunky and bulky, but with Motor''s sessful entry into the German market in the 1990s, the standards for phone design had evolved into something sleek andpact.


    Initially, Aldrich had little interest in lugging around arge phone, but at a family gathering yesterday, he noticed several female guests holding small, stylish mobile phones, making him realize that phones were no longer cumbersome.


    This wasn''t about keeping up with trends; it was just about convenience for work.


    Britain had never nurtured a world-ss phone brand, leaving the domestic market dominated by foreign products. Aldrich casually wandered into a mobile phone store and unexpectedly spotted two familiar figures.


    The two were carefully testing out phones as they spoke with a salesperson.


    "What a coincidence," Aldrichmented with a smile as he approached their side.


    Both women turned to look at Aldrich in unison.


    Victoria sized up Aldrich with curiosity, while Mnie''s eyes sparkled with surprise. Once she took in Aldrich''s casual look, she teased, "Aldrich, are you lost? Aren''t you supposed to be at the training ground, Coach?"


    Aldrich shrugged nonchntly. "I''m on break today, out shopping to rx. No need to dress formally;fort is key."


    "Ha, that makes sense. Are you buying a phone too?"


    "Yeah."


    Aldrich nced at the disy and randomly pointed to a ck phone on the counter. "I''ll take this one. If it works fine, just ring me up."


    As soon as Aldrich finished speaking, he pulled out his wallet, took out his bank card to pay, and tipped the salesperson ten pounds.


    The salesperson was slightly taken aback. This customer in sportswear hade in, finalized everything in no more than a minute��this was the quickest and mostfortable deal she''d ever made.


    Aldrich wasn''t particrly keen on the new phones; he just needed one for convenience and had no inclination to try out different options.


    He wouldn''t bother pulling it out again if it didn''t break.


    Noticing the dazed expression on the girls beside him, Aldrich smiled at the salesperson. "By the way, add their two phones to my bill as well."


    "Mnie said in surprise, ''No! This is too expensive!''"


    Several hundred pounds for a phone was still a luxury for them as rising stars.


    Aldrich turned to Mnie for three seconds, and after she closed her lips, he nodded seriously, "Alright, then. I guess you two should buy your own."


    Mnie was left speechless, asking in return, "Why didn''t you insist? I might have agreed."


    Aldrich blinked. "How many times should I insist?"


    "Once!"


    Victoria chimed in, trying to stifle herughter before Mnie could respond.


    Aldrich made a troubled expression. "Fine, I''ll insist once. Ladies, buying you a phone is no big deal for me. Don''t think too much about it; it''s just a gift between friends. Otherwise, if you ever send me a Ferrari one day, I''ll happily ept it."


    Mnie and Victoria couldn''t help butugh, graciously epting Aldrich''s gift.


    As Aldrich walked out of the store with his phone, he heard Mnie shout from behind, "Aldrich, you big liar!"

 Chapter 55: “You are the deceiver!”

    <h4>Chapter 55: ��You are the deceiver!��</h4>


    Aldrich bit his straw, his eyes fixed on Mnie Chisholm, who was smiling radiantly in the sunlight. Slowly, he released the straw and lightly licked the juice at the corner of his mouth, saying, "Mnie, nder can get you locked up."


    Mnie covered her mouth andughed, "You said it would rain in Manchester today, but I just called a friend there. Aldrich, there''s no rain, and it''s sunny!"


    Aldrich pped his forehead in frustration, catching a glimpse of Victoria, the young bombshell who was cheerfully chatting on her phone, speaking in a boastful yet slightly ditzy tone, "Guess who I am..."


    Turning his attention back to the cunning smile on Mnie''s face, Aldrich shrugged and said, "It''s only three in the afternoon. Can you really guarantee that it won''t rain in Manchester before midnight?"


    Mnie shook her head with a smile, "I can''t."


    Aldrich smirked, "So, you''re still ndering me!"


    "But I have a feeling you''re just a liar! I''m going to expose your lies today!"


    With a flourish, Mnie raised her phone, clearly indicating that if it rained in Manchester, she would know.


    Aldrich pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Got it. I''ve got a new sidekick today. Let''s go!"


    He lifted his right elbow slightly, prompting a confused Mnie to ask, "What do you mean?"


    "Just look at the people on the street," Aldrich said, nudging his chin toward the bustling Bond Street.


    Mnie nced around and noticed that the street was filled with couples. She sheepishly covered her mouth, took a deep breath, and, with a sense of bravado, faced Aldrich confidently, wrapping her arm around his.


    After walking a few steps, Mnie was captivated by a dress in a shop window. However, just as she was about to go in, she noticed the clerk peeking out with a nervous look, quickly shutting the door.


    "Do we look like robbers?" Mnie asked, astonished, as her foot was already on the store''s threshold.


    Aldrich chuckled, pulling her forward. "Probably just a celebrity went in there. That''s how things are on Bond Street��if you see a store suddenly close, it means a big star just showed up."


    "Oh, I see! Let''s go check it out! The shop''s window isn''t covered up."


    "Can''t risk that!"


    After an hour of window shopping on Bond Street without spending a dime, boredom struck. Mnie tugged Aldrich to a gym in London.


    Inside the boxing ring, Aldrich was surprised to see Mnie wearing a sports tank, her fists gloved, staring at him defiantly.


    He quickly donned gloves himself, and Mnie yfully jabbed at him, saying, "Mr. Liar, I''ve heard you''re a coach. Show me what you''ve got."


    Though Aldrich didn''t have much athletic talent, he kept up with his fitness regimen and was in good shape. He figured Mnie was just ying around, so he indulged her antics. Just watching her in that outfit was enough to keep him entertained.


    What he didn''t expect was that Mnie had some real experience. She moved with skill, blocking his jabs and showing hints of a boxing pro as they exchanged blows in the corner of the ring, forcing Aldrich to protect his head.


    "Hey, Aldrich, is that all you''ve got?" Mnie taunted, stepping back and spreading her arms, lifting her chin with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.


    Aldrich cracked his neck, yfully saying, "What are you talking about? I''m just toying with you. It''d be easy to take you down."


    "Yeah, right!"


    Mnie threw another punch but was taken aback as Aldrich swiftly ducked, grabbed her waist, and pushed forward. Suddenly, she found herself in mid-air,nding back-first on the ring, with Aldrich on top of her.


    "Hey, give me a smile!"


    Aldrich looked down at the startled Mnie but noticed her cheeks flushed and her eyes darting away as she eximed, "Pervert!"


    "Aldrich eximed, ''Hey, if I really throw a punch, do you still want to take your shot at debuting? If that pretty face gets messed up, you wouldn''t care? I''d feel sorry for you!''"


    Mnie shot back, blushing, "Your arm is pressing on my chest! Pervert!"


    Only then did Aldrich realize what was happening and jumped up,ughing nervously. "That was totally unintentional! I''m not aplete jerk who would take advantage of a situation like that."


    Fuming, Mnie stood up and rushed to change clothes, insisting Aldrich leave with her.


    Later in the evening, as the sun set by the Thames, Aldrich and Mnie were seated side by side, facing off against London''s famous Taylor Gallery.


    "Mnie, feeling a bit tired, askedzily, ''Do you go there often?''"


    "Aldrich scoffed, ''Of course not, and I haven''t been there even once. What a joke! How could a vulgar soul like mine appreciate masterpieces of masterful art? But what if I somehow had an epiphany and my soul was elevated by such art? If from then on I started speaking without any profanity, my life would be over. After all, I''m destined to bepletely disconnected from elegance for the rest of my life.''"


    Mnie rolled her eyes, turning to him. "You really have no shame. It sounds like you''re just bragging. Do you think stepping inside will magically transform you into a saint?"


    Aldrich replied with a straight face, "Who knows? Only God knows, and I don''t believe in Him."


    "I don''t believe in that either! Come on, let''s go inside. If youe out without wings or a halo, I''ll knock you down!"


    As Mnie started pulling Aldrich toward the Taylor Gallery, he calmly rolled up his sleeves and checked the time. "No chance today; two minutes left, and the gallery is closing. Look, the security guard is already shutting the doors."


    Mnie nced back, and sure enough, the gallery was locked.


    She slumped back down, frustrated. "Aldrich, why are you so sneaky?"


    "It''s a job requirement."


    "Aren''t you a football coach?"


    "Why do you keep doubting my profession?"


    "You win. I''m hungry. Let''s eat. Since it didn''t rain in Manchester, as punishment for your deception, you owe me dinner."


    Aldrich gazed at the darkening sky, serious. "But it''s still hours until midnight."


    "I''m hungry already..."


    "Fine, you win. What do you want to eat?"


    "Guess."


    "Let''s wait a bit. Maybe Manchester will rain in an hour."


    Mnie pouted, ring at Aldrich, challenging him. "What I say goes for dinner."


    "No, it''s what you want to eat that I''ll apany you. If you say you want to eat poop, I''m not that dumb. But if you insist, I''m not going with you."


    "Ah! Aldrich, you''re disgusting! Let''s get Chinese food. Hmph, you probably won''t like it; my mom''s Chinese cooking is fantastic."


    Aldrich was taken aback, turning to her with surprise. "You love Chinese food? Correction: ''cuisine'' is what the Japanese say. Authentic Chinese people wouldn''t call it Chinese cuisine."


    "Huh? Oh, are you scared?"


    "Ha, ha, ha, sorry, but you''ve probably never had the real deal��there are so many variations in Chinese cuisine! Ever heard of the sweet dishes from the south, salty from the north, spicy from the east, and fresh from the west? Mentioning Chinese food in front of me? You''re still a rookie."


    Mnie''s eyes lit up, grabbing Aldrich''s arm and smiling brightly. "Looks like you have experience! What a rare find to have a friend with simr tastes. Come on, let''s go eat a feast!"


    After a day of fun outside, Aldrich returned home that night, taking a shower while listening to the radio news.


    He was in a good mood��strolling around with Mnie and having a hearty dinner made him feel light as a feather, even humming a tune in the bath.


    "Manchester has had two rain showers today. This weather is expected tost through the weekend. As the Premier League title race heats up, a rainy match at Old Trafford isn''t something Coach Ferguson would like to see..."


    Aldrich''s singing abruptly stopped, and his previously rxed expression froze.


    In the bathroom, his groan echoed, "F-ck! Mnie, you''re the biggest liar!"


    Meanwhile, in her London apartment, wearing pajamas and lying on her single bed, Mnie hesitated as she hovered her thumb over the call button, staring at the phone number on the screen.


    She ultimately shelved the impulse to call, reflecting on the day''s events and burrowing into her nkets, her cheeks feeling increasingly warm.

 Chapter 56: The Closing Battle!

    <h4>Chapter 56: The Closing Battle!</h4>


    As early May approached, Millwall prepared to host their final match in the EFL League One against Swindon Town. Over the past two months, Millwall had enjoyed a ster run, achieving eight wins, four draws, and just one loss in theirst thirteen matches. They had secured the League One championship six rounds early, breaking the record with a total of 104 points. If they won their final match, they would set a new record of 107 points.


    There is no doubt that the league''s top scorer is Larson, who scored 38 goals in 39 League One matches, averaging nearly one goal per game. Trezeguet, in second ce, scored 28 goals, while the assists leader is Schneider, with 21 assists, which also set a new league record.


    This season wasn''t just a rebirth for Millwall; it was an extraordinary one.


    The final match opponent, Swindon, has endured a tough season.After being relegated from the Premier Leaguest season, Swindon found themselves in the relegation zone before the final match, sitting fourth from bottom, just two points clear of Sundend in fifth from bottom. To secure their survival, Swindon would not only have to defeat Millwall, who had an impressive unbeaten record of 19 wins and 3 draws at home this season, but they also needed to depend on West Brom to defeat Sundend at the Stadium of Light. Even a draw for West Brom would render Swindon''s victory pointless, as they trailed Sundend by 15 goals on goal difference.


    With the league championship all but secured, Aldrich approached the final match with the same strategy he had employed over the past two months: fielding as many substitutes as possible to give them experience.


    In these past two months, Aldrich''s career had been flourishing, and it seemed his romantic life was also experiencing a spring revival. Ever since he met the athletic beauty Mnie, they had been dating during his free time and shared nightly phone calls, growing increasingly close.


    Recently, the dynamic duo was busy shooting their first single in London, preparing for their debut in the UK, which naturally led to fewer opportunities for them to meet. Aldrich didn''t mind, as, with the leagueing to an end, he knew that his real work would begin during the summer transfer window, where he would have to juggle his roles as both owner and head coach.


    Earlier, the Premier League had wrapped up its penultimate round of matches, where league leaders ckburn and second-ce Manchester United both secured narrow victories at home. With Manchester United trailing ckburn by two points, the final matches would take ce in mid-month, with United traveling to face West Ham and ckburn visiting Liverpool. The situation wasn''t too grim for Manchester United despite their disadvantage, as their goal difference was significantly better than ckburn''s. If ckburn failed to conquer Anfield, even just managing a draw, a win for United would turn the tables.


    As the championship battle reached its climax, anticipation grew around the Premier League title.


    During this time, media attention naturally focused on the Premier League champions, especially given Dalglish''s return to Anfield with a real shot at lifting Liverpool''s first league title in five years. Some unscrupulous media even spected that Liverpool might show nostalgia and allow Dalglish to triumph over his arch-rival Ferguson.


    Simultaneously, Manchester United was facing media scrutiny and spection. After Cantona''s ban, United had repeatedly missed opportunities to reim the lead over ckburn in crucial matches. Losing at Anfield was one thing, but failing to win against Leeds, Spurs, or even mediocre Chelsea �� and without scoring �� drew even more focus to the struggles of United''s attacking lineup.


    Despite United leading the Premier League in goals, much of that tally came from matches against the already-relegated Ipswich, where they scored 11 goals over two games, one of which ended in a 2-3 loss. Their home matches had seen record-breaking margins, yet the points didn''t reflect that sess.


    When Ferguson was repeatedly questioned about how to fix the attack, particrly its weaknesses in crucial matches, he mentioned a familiar name to the media: Henrik Larson.


    The old fox praised Larson, stating that he should wear the Red Devils'' jersey at Old Trafford, as his skill set perfectly matched United''s tactical approach. In Ferguson''s view, Larson could achieve great things with the club.


    So, after Aldrich attended the press conference for the League One finale, more than thirty media representatives eagerly raised their hands. As soon as Aldrich settled into his seat, one reporter boldly asked, "Mr. Hall, Manchester United is very interested in Larson. Will Millwall sell him this summer?"


    A tense silence fell over the room as dozens of eyes fixed on Aldrich, reporters ready with pens to jot down every word.


    It was supposed to be a press conference focused on the League One finale, yet the only thing on everyone''s mind was Larson.


    Almost all the journalists cursed inwardly: "F��k! The league is over! The only suspense left is which team will get relegated �� Swindon or Sundend �� and who will make it through the yoffs for thest promotion spot to the Premier League!"


    Their real interesty in whether Larson would don the Red Devils'' jersey!


    Larson, after all, was a superstar striker capable of scoring nearly 40 goals in a single season in League One. Even with the significant gap between League One and the Premier League, Larson was still young, and if he joined United, he could easily score over 15 goals a season, positioning himself as a future star.


    The crucial question was: would Millwall sell him?


    But could they actually keep him?


    Would this young manager lose hisposure if his yer was poached?


    News was just news, after all!


    The press conference fell silent as Aldrich maintained a calm demeanor, scanning the room where the reporters sat like eager students, ready to take notes with intense focus.


    After a moment of contemtion, Aldrich spoke slowly, "Ferguson really loves Larson? Is that true?"


    "Absolutely!" the reporters echoed in unison.


    Damn it, just say whether you''ll sell or not!


    Aldrich blinked and responded in a low, maic voice, "Love is a sweet pain, and true love is never a smooth road."


    With that, Aldrich stood upposedly and strode out of the room.


    The thirty-some reporters were left in shock, as if struck by lightning.


    Two phrases swirled in their minds.


    what��the��f��uck!


    what��the��hell?


    What the hell was going on?!


    In the heavily charged atmosphere of the press conference, all the journalists were bewildered.


    Thompson from The Sun, who was definitely a humanities major, was the first to react, eximing, "Shakespeare!"


    Everyone turned to re at Thompson, their eyes sharp with curiosity: what did he mean?!


    "What Mr. Hall just quoted was a Shakespearean saying," he exined.


    The press conference erupted in chaos!


    Reporters began to whisper among themselves, asking if anyone understood what that implied.


    Some journalists furrowed their brows, grappling to understand Aldrich''s enigmatic words.


    Was the rtionship between Millwall and Larson merely undergoing a test, or was Manchester United �� as the third party �� attempting to snatch away someone precious with difficulty?


    Some reporters racked their brains over it, but the interpretation remained vague; understanding it would likely require Aldrich to unravel the secrets himself.


    As Aldrich left the press conference, he suppressed a smile, having learned the art of handling the media.


    You simply cannot let the media lead you by the nose. Past interviews or press conferences were conducted in a straightforward Q&A format, which only left him passive to their game. Now, he aimed to take the initiative.


    As for the yers...


    In the first week of May, the club had already begun contract renewals with all first-team yers. Depending on their performance from the previous season, each yer received a sry increase ranging from ��3,000 to ��10,000.


    This was a significant pay raise, and there were also signing bonuses between ��20,000 and ��50,000.


    Aldrich was truly investing heavily. Although the season wasn''t over yet, the club''s earnings had beenrgely calcted.


    Throughout the season, merchandise sales had surged, bringing in nearly ��500,000, and home attendance was consistently near full capacity, generating about ��10,000 per match. By the end of the season, the club''s total ie reached about ��5 million. Additionally, while broadcast fees were modest,bined with match bonuses, they still added up to over ��400,000.


    After deducting costs, Aldrich found that the ��30 million he investedst year, after nearly ��13 million on transfersst summer, left the club with a surplus of almost ��20 million. This was unexpected, leading him to finalize yer contracts quickly, and he didn''t mind the significant raises since extending yer contracts by a year carried enormous future benefits.


    With summer sponsorship and fixed revenue from Premier League broadcasting for the next season on the horizon, Aldrich was even considering a transfer budget of ��5 million for the summer.


    For this uing summer, Aldrich had grand ambitions. He needed toy a more solid foundation for the future.

 Chapter 57: Two-Minute Red Card

    <h4>Chapter 57: Two-Minute Red Card</h4>


    The final match of the English League One season at the Den was a full house. From before the kickoff, the atmosphere in the stands was electric. Fans were clearly in good spirits today; although the oue of the match didn''t matter much, this was the team''sst home game of the season, and their presence was seen as a recognition of the team''s efforts.


    Milwall''s starting lineup had most yers seated in the stands behind the bench. Dressed in sharp suits, the likes of Larsson, Nedved, Southgate, and Pires enjoyed a lighthearted conversation, clearly rxed.


    After the game, Aldrich had no interest in a trophy celebration. Winning the League One title wasn''t an asion to let the yers lose their heads in pride. Instead, he nned to gather the team for a season review post-game, followed by giving the yers some well-deserved time off.


    As Aldrich walked out of the yers'' tunnel, the entire crowd stood up, pping and cheering, their apuse echoing throughout the Den.


    With the Hall family now owning Milwall, the young manager Aldrich''s debut season in League One had won the hearts of all the fans.


    The league points total was set to break records, and with 119 goals scored��averaging over 2.6 goals per match��the yers he had signed quickly became heroes in the eyes of the supporters.


    Next season in the Premier League, Milwall''s fans were brimming with anticipation.


    Aldrich raised his arms above his head, pping back at the stands. As he reached the coaching area, he noticed a massive banner held up by the "Lion Roar" fan group in the South Stand.


    "To our beloved Aldrich: Keep Larsson!"


    The "Lion Roar" supporters were not Aldrich''s personal project; he merely provided them with certain privileges rted to tickets. Aside from that, he had little reason to meddle, but this group had soul.


    Just before the match began, when English media reported that Manchester United was interested in signing Larsson, the "Lion Roar" group had sent an open letter to the club, urging it to retain Larsson and avoid a repeat of departures like Sheringham and Cascarino.


    Cascarino had only yed three seasons for Milwall, yet forged an unbeatable strike partnership with Sheringham. Even now, he still served as the star striker for Marseille.


    As for Sheringham, he was a painful memory for Milwall fans.


    Joining the youth team at just 16, Sheringham served the club for eight years before transferring to Nottingham Forest and then moving back to London,nding at White Hart Lane.


    Milwall fans wanted to forget Sheringham, yet they often reminisced about the joy he had brought. But now, Sheringham was the star striker for a North London team, while Milwall fans could do little but watch sadly from the sidelines.


    Would Larsson be leaving the team?


    Aldrich had not made any public announcements, but he had already prepared the yers internally.


    Take Larsson for example; Aldrich had talked to him. If Larsson wanted to leave, Aldrich wouldn''t try to stop him, especially if it meant joining a prestigious club like Manchester United. There''s really no way topare the appeal of Milwall with that of Manchester United.


    However, Aldrich presented the situation to Larsson from his perspective.


    Just six months ago, Manchester United had spent ��6 million on Andy Cole as a record transfer to rece Welsh star Mark Hughes. With Cantona returning from suspension, would Larsson really secure a starting position at United?


    Meanwhile, here at Milwall, without injury or attitude issues, Aldrich could certainly guarantee him a starting role and status within the team.


    As for other English clubs, transfer fees and wages posed significant hurdles, along withpetitiveness, which is why Aldrich was able to persuade Larsson to stay.


    By the end of the season, announcements regarding yer contract renewals would be collectively released, and with Aldrich''s cold handling of media inquiries, Milwall was set to avoid turmoil this summer.


    On the pitch, both teams had taken to the field, and Aldrich had settled onto the bench, chatting amicably with Jansen.


    The atmosphere within the team had been pleasant this past season; perhaps it all stemmed from the youthful energy and enthusiasm among the yers. The coaching staff''s dedication had yielded rewards, witnessing the team dominate League One had filled everyone''s heart with pride.


    Swindon was determined to secure a win as their survival depended on it, leading to a desperate, do-or-die mentality.


    In the substitute lineup for Milwall, Aldrich set up a 4-3-3 formation, with Phillips at the center of the forward line, and Glen Johnson and Solskjaer on the wings. The midfield featured Gattuso and Vieira as a double pivot, with Back ying in an central midfielder . In the defense, Lucas Neil continued at left back, paired with Materazzi and Richards in central defense, while Zambrotta increasingly solidified his position as the right back.


    Swindon opted for a traditional 4-4-2 and initiated y with long passes to create threats from the start.


    Milwall''s substitutes were unfazed by this approach.


    As the English legend Brian Clough once said, "If football had to fly around in the air, why not build the pitch in the sky?"


    The more Swindon adopted this long-ball tactic, the more Milwall thrived in executing ground counter-attacks.


    The entire coaching staff maintained a rxed demeanor, sharingughs and chatter. Aldrich only asionally nced at the game''s condition; the young yers valued each match as experience and didn''t need him on the sidelines to supervise their efforts.


    However, just two minutes into the game, an astonishing scene unfolded on the pitch.


    Swindon delivered a long ball into Milwall''s penalty area. The ball was easily cleared by Materazzi''s header and fell to Vieira, who sparked a counter-attack.


    But as the ball reached Back''s feet, the referee suddenly blew the whistle and turned toward Milwall''s defense.


    Everyone''s eyes darted toward the backline of Milwall.


    They saw Materazzi angrily shouting at a Swindon forward who was rolling on the ground!


    Meanwhile, the Swindon forward held his face, screaming in agony.


    "What happened?"


    Aldrich furrowed his brow and turned to ask, as he had not witnessed the incident.


    From the coaching staff, Barb leaned in and said, "It seems that Marco pped Robbie Gates down to the ground!"


    Aldrich stood up, and a chorus of boos erupted from the stands as the referee brandished a red card directly at Materazzi!


    Was Materazzi sent off for violence in a nonpetitive situation?


    Aldrich thought to himself that it was something he could indeed do.


    But for what reason?


    A verbal spat? Provocation?


    Materazzi certainly couldn''t im it was due to racial discrimination.


    "Marco, what exactly happened?"


    As Materazzi trudged off the pitch with a dark expression, Aldrich asked calmly. Materazzi looked grim as he approached the sideline, opened his mouth to say something, but merely shook his head and proceeded into the tunnel.


    Aldrich felt helpless; clearly, Materazzi was unwilling to talk.


    Having been sent off within the first two minutes, Swindon immediately gained a numerical advantage. Robbie Gates, who had been rolling on the ground, finally got up to receive treatment from the team doctor. Aside from some swelling on his face, he seemed to be alright.


    Aldrich nced at the Swindon manager beside him, who was exuberant and gesturing for his yers to seize the moment and attack, and let out a sigh. He gestured toward the field, pointing at the double defensive midfielders, then indicating the penalty area.


    Milwall yers awaited Aldrich''s instructions; after making the gesture, Gattuso and Vieira quickly understood: when defending, they needed to drop deeper into the box tobat the numerical disadvantage.


    Since Swindon typically relied on long passes and bypassed the midfield, the opponents likely wouldn''t capitalize on their numbers advantage. Besides, with Gattuso and Vieira offering mutual cover, one could patrol the area in front of the penalty box, while Back would naturally hang back a bit.


    After making the adjustments, Aldrich returned to the bench, frowning in frustration and said, "What exactly just happened? Damn, this awful court."


    The Dencked arge screen for broadcasts, otherwise, they could have watched a rey.


    Craig grinned and took out a radio to listen to the matchmentary, just like many fans in the stands.


    Before long, the crowd erupted in thunderous boos whenever Swindon had possession of the ball.


    Meanwhile, Craig, chuckling, exined to Aldrich, "The radiomentary filled in the details: it seems after Materazzi headed the ball clear, he walked forward and Robbie Gates came up beside him and fouled Materazzi."


    "Foul? What kind of foul?"


    Aldrich''s brows knitted tightly; he was puzzled. If Materazzi had been the one fouled, given his cunning on the field, it should have been Gates getting a red card.


    Craig hesitantly added, "The footage seems to show... well, Robbie Gates, uh, looked like he poked Materazzi in the backside with his finger."


    Including Aldrich, the entire coaching staff was left dumbfounded.


    The substitutes behind them heard and a few couldn''t hold back theirughter.


    Materazzi had just been... humiliated!


    Aldrich bit his lip, struggling not tough, and with a quirky expression, said to Jansen, "Go on, give him somefort and keep him from smashing up our locker room..."


    Jansen promptly stood up, but couldn''t resistughing as he entered the yers'' tunnel.

 Chapter 58: A Theatrical Conclusion to the Match

    <h4>Chapter 58: A Theatrical Conclusion to the Match</h4>


    Materazzi returned to the locker room, not in a furious rage but instead took off his jersey and sat quietly on the bench in front of his locker.


    Assistant coach Jensen pushed open the door, and upon seeing Materazzi''s demeanor, felt a wave of relief wash over him.


    He sat down beside him, and before Jensen could say anything, Materazzi spoke up, sounding frustrated. "I let the boss down, didn''t I?"


    Jensenughed lightly. "Not really. We''re not saints; everyone makes mistakes. Marco, as a defender, you know there''s a double standard on the field. An attacking yer can fail repeatedly for ny minutes but may still be a hero with just one sess. But a defender can perform sessfully over and over, and yet a single mistake could turn them into a scapegoat. You shouldn''t beat yourself up over it. Defenders are supposed to do the dirty, tiring, and often thankless jobs��even to the point of feeling like they''reying their lives on the line."


    Materazzi felt his mood lift a little. Jensen''s words sounded like theforting voice of an understanding friend. He shook his head slightly, indignation creeping in. "That guy was over the top! I let my anger take control, and I worry I might make the same mistake again next time."


    After all, he had been poked in a sensitive area. Any man with a hint of dignity would barely be able to tolerate that kind of humiliation; if it hadn''t been on the pitch, he would have retaliated without a second thought!


    Jensen nodded, putting himself in Materazzi''s shoes. If he were in Materazzi''s position, he might have made the same mistake. But he added earnestly, "Marco, I haven''t experienced anything like that myself. It''s hard to say how one should think in such a situation. I can only talk about the consequences. Imagine if today''s match was for the league title��whether it''s the League Cup, the FA Cup final, or even the Champions League final��or if you were representing Italy in the Euro final or the World Cup final. If you got sent off just two minutes into the game, think about the impact not just on your teammates and coach, but on yourself. Would you regret that moment in ten, twenty, or thirty years? Half the fans would deem Robbie Gates as shameful and dirty, while the other half would say Materazzi is just an easily angered fool."


    Materazzi turned to Jensen, his expression serious, his deep eyes glinting with a cunning light.


    There are bad boys on every football pitch, and infamous thugs will never truly vanish.


    Robbie Gates might not be well known, but on the pitch, he was an annoying forward. People were used to defenders who constantly bothered forwards with subtle nuisances, often earning the nickname "doctor" for their bothersome style, as if they were checking a patient''s health.


    However, the tables turned today��Swindon''s forward was sessfully baiting Millwall''s defenders and managed to provoke them.


    With one less man on the field, Craig sat next to Aldrich and suggested, "Should we get Thuram warmed up?"


    Thuram can y both as a full-back and a center-back, so Aldrich was effectively using him as two yers from the bench.


    But Aldrich just smiled and shook his head. "No need."


    The match wasn''t one-sided. Swindon, fighting to avoid relegation, had no choice but to attack aggressively. With a numerical advantage, they opted for a straightforward approach, piling up yers in their offensive third.


    Seeing the opponent swarm toward Millwall''s half, Aldrich turned to Craig and said, "Swindon thinks they''re wolves ready to easily devour Millwall, but they''re mistaken; they look more like a panicked herd of sheep. Just because we''re one man down doesn''t mean we''re at a disadvantage."


    In fact, being down a yer would make Millwall''s tactical execution sharper and their movements in attack and defense more synchronized. This could lead to an even more determined performance than when they had a full team, which isn''t umon in football. Many teams end up ying more efficiently when one yer short.


    When Gattuso intercepted a cross just outside the box from Swindon, rms went off in their defense.


    Gattuso passed the ball to Vieira, who took a big kick,unching a diagonal pass into Swindon''s half. Glen Shar, starting from the halfway line, used his speed to leave Swindon''s entire defense in the dust.


    Seeing this unfold, the roars from the Lion''s Den erupted once more.


    Aldrich confidently turned to Craig and said, "Look at that, the ughter of sheep by lions has begun!"


    With Glen Shar, Phillips, and Solskjaer charging forward, Swindon''s defense was left in shock, realizing they had barely reached the edge of their own penalty area while chasing after Millwall''s three forwards!


    This odd scene on the field astonished thementators: "Swindon''s defenders are too slow! What started as a simple counterattack for Millwall has turned into a sprint for three athletes! Poor Swindon''s goalkeeper, he doesn''t know whether to rush out or stay put! Oh, he''s gone for it! Expectedly, Glen Shar passed it to the right, and Phillips easily slotted it into the empty. Shockingly, Millwall, one yer short, has taken the lead!"


    After scoring, Phillips embraced his teammates amid the cheers from the entire crowd, while Aldrich merely smiled from his seat.


    As Millwall achieved remarkable sess this season, Aldrich''s tactical approach became a topic of widespread attention in Ennd.


    One of its standout features was their lightning-fast counterattacks, so quick that evenmentators frequently likened them to sprint races.


    Due to Beckham''s unexpected departure, Aldrich officially implemented the 4-3-3 formation with his second lineup, and the roles of Glen Shar and Solskjaer as wingers also attracted considerable attention.


    In the past, wingers primarily aimed to enrich wing attacks while supplying strikers, also providing support in defense. But Aldrich''s three forwards transformed traditional notions of wingers and central midfielders. In this tactical system, Aldrich''s wingers blended the roles of traditional wingers and modern inside-forwards, bing more versatile while forming the first line of defense.


    However, whether this style of y could withstand the rigors of the Premier League was one of the reasons the public was excited about Millwall next season.


    Swindon''s head coach wore a dark expression, anxiously directing his yers from the sidelines.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich remained calm. The opponent''s blind, frantic attacking would yield nothing. Even with a numerical advantage, their reckless behavior would only lead to their downfall. It was foolish to think they could shatter Millwall with such a haphazard assault.


    Having conceded an astonishing hundred goals the previous season in the Premier League, Swindon continued to struggle defensively this season. Averaging around 1.1 goals conceded per match, they had allowed almost eighty goals over forty-five league games. To think they could storm Lion''s Den and leave with a victory? It was pure fantasy.


    With their first goal, Millwall''s counterattacks became even more fluid, while Swindon was left reeling.


    In the thirtieth minute, another counter led to Solskjaer reaching the byline beforeying it back, allowing Back to fire a long-range shot into the bottom corner��2-0 to Millwall.


    Just before halftime, Solskjaer skillfully evaded a defender at the edge of the box and smoothly sent the ball into the near post.


    With amanding 3-0 lead, Millwall struck again right after the break, delivering a quick blitz that pushed Swindon deeper into relegation.


    Vieira unexpectedly initiated an attack, effortlessly making his way into the penalty area to receive Phillips'' pass, extending the score to 4-0 for Millwall.


    Lion''s Den transformed into a jubnt sea of celebration.


    With the match''s oue settled, Millwall was sure to conclude their season in League One with a perfect finale. However, what no one expected was that the next moments would bring even wilder scenes!


    After a breakdown in an attacking y, Swindon''s two forwards had a falling out, with Robbie Gates once again taking center stage!


    The two teammates escted from petty insults to a heated argument, and soon they were throwing punches on the field!


    Reed, standing closest to the sh, hurried over to pull them apart.


    The scene drew roars andughter from the fans in the stands!


    "Goodness! What''s Swindon doing? They were relegated from the Premier Leaguest year, now they''re facing relegation from League One, and their yers are fighting on the pitch��against each other, no less! How absurd is it that Millwall''s Reed is the one trying to break it up! This might be the most shocking image of the League One season, truly a dramatic match!"


    Because of the brawl, the game paused for nearly ten minutes, but eventually, both teams managed to separate the two troublemakers. Once they calmed down, the referee wasted no time issuing them both red cards, sending them off. Millwall vs. Swindon��10 against 9, with a score of 4-0.


    In the remaining time, Swindon lost all desire topete, while Millwall''s young yers were hungry for more. After eight minutes of added time and the referee''s premature whistle, the scoreboard at Lion''s Den disyed a bloody score: 8-0.


    "Congrattions to Millwall! This promising young team willpete in the Premier League next year. Will they follow in Nottingham Forest''s footsteps? It may be difficult, but it will surely keep us hopeful."


    After the final whistle, Aldrich became the center of attention. As he walked back through the yers'' tunnel, several television cameras followed closely. With a broad smile, he lightly tapped the camera and confidently faced the lens, stating, "Hey, Premier League, Millwall ising!"

 Chapter 59: A Medical Department Grounded in Science

    <h4>Chapter 59: A Medical Department Grounded in Science</h4>


    The English Football League''s forty-six rounds havee to an end, and only four teams remain to battle it out to determine one yoff champion that will ascend to the Premier League. On the same night the league concluded, Aldrich gathered all the yers at the team''s training hotel.


    In what is usually a serious tactical meeting room, Aldrich and his coaching colleagues were dressed in suits and appeared rxed, sharingughs and jokes.


    The yers arrived one after another, each with different styles; after all, it was summer, and everyone was in casual attire, except for a few older yers like Southgate and Nedved, who dressed a bit more formally.


    Aside from Van Nistelrooy and Luca Toni, who had limited appearancesst season, most of the yers had integrated into Millwall''s club life and genuinely viewed themselves as part of this team.


    Once all the yers had taken their seats in the meeting room, Aldrich pressed his hands down to silence the room. The yers, smiling, focused their attention on Aldrich. It was hard to believe that an entire season had passed, and they were enjoying their time at Millwall so much.


    "ying is all about winning; it''s the source of our joy, and improving ourselves also means our careers are on the rise. Plus, with our current ie levels, we may not rival superstars, but we''re overall betterpensated than the average top league yer by over 20%."


    "I was nning to summarize the season during today''s meeting, but I see it''s unnecessary now. We won the championship, and that''s the reward for our hard work over the past season, isn''t it?"


    After Aldrich''s words, apuse and cheers erupted from the yers.


    "I know you must be eager to go on vacation, haha, so I''ll keep it short. First, based on your performancesst season, I''ve written rmendation letters to your national federations suggesting you join the national team. Of course, many of you are still young, so even making it to the youth national teams is an honor."


    At this point, many young yers'' eyes lit up with excitement.


    They never expected Aldrich would go this far.


    There had always been tension between clubs and national teams, but it wasn''t exactly an adversarial rtionship. After all, the more international yers a club has, the bigger its fame bes. However, national teams don''t pay yers but bring them risks of injuries and fatigue.


    In essence, Aldrich was trying to win over the yers. As his team prepared for the bigger stage of the Premier League next season, he thought it better to proactively rmend yers rather than wait for national associations to notice them. This way, he could make a favorable impression and build stronger ties with the yers. Why not take advantage of the situation to foster goodwill?


    This was not merely insincere ttery; Aldrich wrote detailed rmendations for many yers, outlining their characteristics and roles in various tactical formations, along with performance data and highlight reels. Whether his letters would be taken seriously by national federations was of little concern to Aldrich. He did his part, so he could be at peace with himself.


    Aldrich continued with a smile, "Next season, I believe we can challenge for the championship trophy, but that''s still a distant goal. For now, you can leave and enjoy a delightful vacation with your families. Oh, and Larson, if you don''t mind, we''ll have someone from the club collect the award for best yer in the League One. Of course, if you''d like to stay in London a bit longer, you''re wee to keep mepany."


    Larson shook his head with a smile. The best yer award was determined by the Professional Footballers'' Association, and Millwall wouldn''t be contending for any of the other significant awards in Ennd.


    As the yers stood up and made their way out of the meeting room, some waved goodbye to Aldrich, others joked around, and a few exchanged warm hugs.


    Once all the yers had left, Aldrich turned to Jansen and asked, "When are you leaving?"


    This summer, Aldrich intended to continue his recruitment efforts to bolster the coaching staff at every level and implement his tactical philosophy. New coaches with an attacking mindset were essential.


    Jansen replied that he would leave the day after tomorrow, as the club''s summer training camp began on July 18. "I promise the new coaches will report by the first week of July."


    "Great, enjoy your vacation!"


    Aldrich shook hands with each member of the coaching staff before heading to his office alone.


    Most of the hotel staff had already started their vacations, and the empty corridors echoed with the sound of Aldrich''s footsteps as he walked and pondered.


    The importance of coaches can''t be overstated, especially in Ennd, where the "exam-based education" system has profoundly impacted football. It''s challenging to produce yers with world-shattering talent here; even those who gain temporary fame often fade into mediocrity once they hit the first team.


    Much of the issue lies in Ennd''s training models and coaching philosophies. Even years after the Premier League dominated European football, fans rarely see distinctly talented English yers, and the exceptional ones are few and far between. Many promising English youth eventually be "well-rounded" yetck notable technical skills, and numerous disappointments are reported through injury crises.


    Aldrich did not favor English coaches; he preferred to cultivate talent with the guidance of Dutch coaches who could truly bring yers'' talents to the forefront. Developing yers takes time; coachesy the groundwork for teams'' traditions and identities, which is much more important than simply scouting yers in the transfer market. After all, even if Aldrich could acquire a football genius, if they were guided into mediocrity, it would be a significant regret and pain.


    As he pushed open the door to his office, he walked inside.


    Across from his desk sat two people: Adam, the club''s CEO, and Thompson, the head of the medical department.


    Both stood, and Aldrich waved his hand, signaling that there was no need for formality among familiar faces. "I called you two here today because I need you to coborate on something."


    Aldrich walked around to sit behind the desk and got straight to the point. "Doctor Thompson, sports medicine emerged as a field in the early 1990s in the UK, and professionals in this area are certainly scarce. Currently, our club only has five licensed doctors, and I don''t think that''s enough��not nearly enough."


    In his thirties, Doctor Thompson was well-spoken and had an academic aura. He adjusted his sses and replied, "Sir, I''d like to know your reasoning behind that. Last season, our yers didn''t experience any major injuries, and those that did were treated well, recovering better than expected."


    Aldrich nodded, contemting for a moment before responding, "Doctor Thompson, I''m not a medical professional. Over the past period, I''ve spent time educating myself on this field. Please correct me if I''m mistaken."


    Thompson nodded. He respected the young boss across from him. His standing in the club was much higher than in many otherrge clubs, where sports medicine professionals faced resistance. Even if they were hired, they often took on multiple roles, like carrying yers'' luggage or arranging training equipment��indicative of the traditional clubs'' distrust toward new sciences. In contrast, Aldrich genuinely valued Thompson''s expertise, and Thompson had enjoyed his time at Millwall.


    Aldrich voiced his thoughts, "Doctors can identify the sport an athlete participates in by examining the areas and nature of their injuries. For example, if a person''s spine is unbendable, they might be a snooker yer due to the prolonged upright bending position. Wrestlers tend to develop cauliflower ears from years of training and matches; herniated discs are amon concern for beach volleyball athletes; divers often experience retinal issues, while swimmers might suffer from Marfan syndrome. Long-distance runners face stress fractures, shooters can develop ''yellow heart disease,'' sumo wrestlers may encounter dissociative disorders, track athletes are subject to cervical spondylitis, and football yers frequently experience tendinitis. If someone presents symptoms connected to most of these ailments, they''re likely a football yer, Am I right?"


    Doctor Thompson''s eyes widened slightly as he nodded after a moment of silence.


    The injury rate among football yers is high, and predicting specific injuries is challenging. One could argue that football has advanced the medical field, raising awareness of terms like meniscus, metatarsals, peroneus brevis, and cruciate ligaments, as well as a myriad of injury nomenture that would overwhelm even the Encyclopedia Britannica.


    Aldrich calmly asked, "With so many daunting injury names, my question is simple: can our medical department handle these injuries? Can we provide our yers with the best medical treatment?"


    Thompson''s face darkened slightly as he shook his head helplessly.


    The modern division of medicine has be increasingly refined; being skilled in one area makes someone an expert. Football yers'' bodies can sustain injuries to every bone and muscle, including unseen parts like nerves and ligaments. Relying solely on five doctors to manage that was indeed a pipe dream.


    Aldrich spread his hands and stated matter-of-factly, "You see, this is exactly my point. We must expand the medical department to avoid misdiagnoses and improper treatments in the future, ensuring my yers'' health. So, I n to recruit fifteen more sports medicine doctors."


    "Boss, that budget��" Adam interjected.


    He felt Aldrich''s proposal was akin to suggesting the club should build a hospital, which was a bit extreme.


    Aldrich turned and looked at Adam, speaking softly, "Adam, do you know how much a star yer might go for in the future?"


    Adam shook his head.


    "I''ll tell you. Ten million pounds is only an ordinary transfer fee for a yer in Ennd. True stars will fetch anywhere from twenty-five million to fifty million pounds. So, I''m not just discussing the medical department''s importance; from a business standpoint, if a yer suffers a career-ending injury, we''re looking at a loss of tens of millions. If multiple yers fall to injuries, it''s astronomical! Keep any doubts about yer values to yourself��time will reveal the answer."

 Chapter 60: "Deep-pocketed" Millwall

    <h4>Chapter 60: "Deep-pocketed" Millwall</h4>


    After concluding the serious matter, Dr. Thompson got up to leave, but Adam remained seated.


    "Adam, if it''s about the same topic, I don''t want to discuss it. Some expenses can be cut, but some can''t be skimped on," Aldrich said firmly.


    Aldrich''s stance on the construction of the medical department wouldn''t waver due to financial concerns. He wouldn''t budge an inch.


    Adam shook his head. "No, boss, the contractor Roder came by every day since the day before yesterday, urging us to fulfill the contract for the new stadium. He ims that if we dy any longer, he will sue us for breach of contract."


    Realization dawned on Aldrich. Leaning back in his chair, he pondered for a moment before retrieving a document from his drawer and handing it to Adam. "This is a design n I had Andrew prepare a few months ago. I intended to use thatnd for a youth training academy and name it ''Leo'' once it''s built."


    Adam flipped through the n, which included an aerial view and marked the locations of training facilities along with other buildings.


    He murmured, "Leo, Leo... The Lion Youth Training Academy? That fits Millwall''s tradition."


    After closing the n, he looked up at Aldrich, shaking his head. "Boss, thatnd was originally designated for the stadium. The total project, including thend, is close to ��20 million. If you now say it''s to be a youth academy, the contractors will surely disagree. Clearly, building a stadium is much more lucrative, and they might see this as a way to dodge responsibilities."


    Aldrich understood the situation regarding the new stadium. Although Millwall owned thend, no payments had been made for the other construction projects, and while a contract had been signed, progress had stalled.


    Now, it seemed the contractors were getting anxious. The longer the dy, the less profit they would make, and they could end up losing money as costs continued to soar over time.


    Aldrich pulled another document from the drawer and handed it to Adam. "This is a preliminary design for the new stadium. It''s not finalized, but the overall scale won''t change much. Tell the contractors they should begin work on the youth training academy for now. The new stadium will definitely be built in the future, and when that happens, it will be arger project than originally nned. We can sign contracts with them now, and once we secure funding, we can continue our coboration. If they do this, they will make a fortune."


    Adam opened the document and was taken aback. The impressive renderings depicted a modern stadium with a capacity of 65,000 people.


    Adam''s mind raced to the Millwall ount bnce of just under ��20 million. Building such a massive stadium without at least ��100 million would be impossible, and nobody could predict how high costs would climb in the future.


    Aldrich, being the boss, didn''t need to negotiate with shareholders or the board of directors, and Adam, as an employee, had it rtively easy��whatever his boss instructed, he would carry out.


    Taking both ns, Adam left the office while reminding Aldrich that considering Millwall''s limited influence in East London, even building a stadium with over 60,000 seats would likely max out attendance at around 50%.


    Aldrich wasn''t nning to build the new stadium immediately; he was simply preparing for the future.


    Having finalized the club''s coaching staff and medical system construction, Aldrich stayed in London, preparing to attend an awards ceremony hosted by the Ennd Football Coaches Association at the end of the season. After all, he was going to receive an award.


    On another weekend, Aldrich had little interest in the news about the League One yoffs, but he followed it nheless. Middlesbrough and Bolton reached the yoff final, while the Premier League season climaxed in a thrilling finale.


    Under Dalglish''s leadership, ckburn faced Liverpool at Anfield. Leading by one goal, ckburn lost the match when the Reds turned the score around just before the final whistle. Liverpool had no intention of losing to help Dalglish; meanwhile, ckburn anxiously awaited the result of Manchester United''s match. If United won, the championship trophy would slip through their fingers.


    The Red Devils traveled to East London for their final match against the already uninspired West Ham. Ferguson''s team was unable to change the 1-1 scoreline after 90 minutes, watching helplessly as their Premier League crown was imed by ckburn. Meanwhile, West Ham celebrated, reveling in their role in denying the Red Devils the title; while they might not be as thrilled as if they''d won themselves, they were certainly overjoyed.


    With that, the Premier League season ended, and ckburn made history by clinching the title. Their legendary manager, Dalglish, decided to retire gracefully after this triumph. ckburn''s owner, Jack Walker, famously remarked, "This championship has put ckburn on the map of Ennd."


    ckburn''s attacking pair of n Shearer and Chris Sutton, known as "SAS," delivered an outstanding season, with Shearer scoring 34 goals to be the top scorer, while Sutton contributed 15 goals, solidifying his worth.


    In contrast, Manchester United fell short in a key battle, missing the league title. After the match, Manchester mediamented how the result would have turned out differently had they had Cantona or a stronger striker. How could the small West Ham deny the Red Devils ast-minute title win?


    In the FA Cup final, United also lost to Everton, marking a disappointing season where the once-mighty Red Devils ended up with nothing after dominating the Premier League for two consecutive years.


    With the Premier League having concluded, the curtains also fell onpetitions in European football.


    Arsenal, having changed managers midway through the season, floundered in the league but soared in Europe. Unfortunately, they fell short in the final of the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup, losing in extra time to La Liga''s Zaragoza.


    Italian teams continued their powerful performances, with Parma winning the UEFA Cup, while AC Mn reached the Champions League final, only to lose to another young team: Ajax!


    When Ajax ascended to the throne of European football, the world gasped at the dawn of the Ajax dynasty.


    Just look at their squad:


    25-year-old Van der Sar.


    22-year-old Reiziger.


    25-year-old De Boer brothers.


    19-year-old Seedorf.


    22-year-old Davids.


    22-year-old Overmars, the little flying ace.


    24-year-old Litmanen.


    ...


    Everyone wondered how long this talented Ajax team would dominate European football. Moreover, Dutch yers were seen as valuable assets in the transfer market. With Ajax''s continuous ability to produce exceptional talents, the era of the Ajax dynasty seemed inevitable.


    Rome wasn''t built in a day, but it could be destroyed in one.


    Little did Ajax know that just a yearter, their empire would begin to crumble. The Bosman ruling would end the closed nature of the European transfer market, ushering in an era of yer cirction.


    At the Ennd Football Coaches Association dinner, Aldrich arrived looking sharp in his suit. Before the award ceremony began, he was interviewed far more often than other coaches from League One.


    Richard from the Daily Mail relentlessly pursued him, eager to uncover summer transfer targets, while Thomson from The Sun asked various off-topic questions, like when the club''s shelved new stadium ns would be revived, after paparazzi caught him dating a young attractive woman in public.


    However, one question surprised Aldrich.


    "Mr. Hall,st season''s excellent performance by Millwall earned you a nickname: the ''Coach Killer.'' What are your thoughts on that?"


    "Coach Killer? What do you mean?"


    "ording to statistics, you faced off against different managersst season, and after your encounters, four of them lost their jobs; the managers of Derby County, Watford, Arsenal, and Swindon."


    Aldrich chuckled awkwardly.


    Derby County had a poor start and suffered a heavy defeat at the Den, resulting in their manager''s dismissal.


    Watford was eliminated from the yoff contention after facing Millwall at the season''s end, leading to their manager''s exit.


    As for Arsenal, it had nothing to do with performance; although Aldrich''s Millwall eliminated Arsenal in the third round of the FA Cup, George Graham''s dismissal was more due to a ck market scandal, so it could bebeled as coincidence��especially since Graham had been banned from coaching for a year by the FA.


    Swindon''s fall from grace, coupled with the final match''s on-pitch scandal, inevitably led to their manager''s sacking.


    Receiving the moniker of "Coach Killer" amused Aldrich, leaving him both surprised and chuckling.


    After downying the notion as mere coincidence, Aldrich entered the dinner hall.


    He wasn''t the focus of attention until an older man approached him.


    Ferguson strode over with a grim face, and Aldrich couldn''t help but feel a bit helpless; it was Dalglish who had taken your title away. No��Manchester United had squandered the opportunity, letting it slip away despite having the title within reach. What was there toin about?


    But Ferguson''s dark scowl was a clear message for Aldrich.


    "Look at them, ttery in abundance."


    Ferguson nced at Dalglish, now surrounded by admirers, including another Liverpool figure, Kevin Keegan.


    Aldrich stifled augh, thinking to himself that if the championship trophy were in their hands, they wouldn''t be short of tterers.


    Ferguson pulled Aldrich aside and got straight to the point. "Larsson, name your price, Aldrich. I always saw you as a friend."


    "How much can Manchester United offer?"


    Aldrich didn''t tly refuse.


    Ferguson''s eyes lit up; the Red Devils were set for a summer overhaul, and the transfer fee wasn''t too great an issue since he prepared to sell Mark Hughes, Paul Ince, and Kanchelskis.


    "Five million pounds. In just one year, you''ve earned nearly four million pounds, which should be enough, especially since Larsson hasn''t been tested in the Premier League."


    Aldrich waved his hand. "I wasn''t talking about the transfer fee; I was referring to the weekly wage. How much can Manchester United offer Larsson?"


    Ferguson paused, contemting for a few seconds before narrowing his eyes. "Ten thousand pounds."


    Aldrich shrugged. "Then you''ll have to convince Larsson to take a pay cut."


    "Huh? How much does he earn at Millwall?"


    "Top sry at the club, fifteen thousand pounds."


    Ferguson''s eyes widened in disbelief. "You''re crazy!"


    Who was Manchester United''s highest earner?


    Cantona, with a weekly sry of twenty thousand pounds.


    Then there was Schmeichel, earning eighteen thousand, and after him, it dropped to thirteen thousand��young yers like Beckham, Scholes, and Giggs barely earned over four thousand, while big-money signings like Roy Keane and Andy Cole weren''t above ten thousand.


    It wasn''t that Manchester United couldn''t offer Larsson fifteen thousand or a higher contract; it was merely that sries were tied to standing within the team. If Larsson earned fifteen thousand at Manchester United, it would undoubtedly disrupt the wage bnce, prompting more than just a couple of yers to demand sry increases.


    Ferguson quickly caught on; Aldrich never outright rejected him but effectively closed the door on any potential transfer.


    He was unsure whether Aldrich or himself was the more cunning of the two.


    "Aldrich, can you tell me what Millwall''s sry budget is for next season?"


    Aldrich smiled slightly. "I''ll give you the specific number: next season, the team''s wage expenditure should be between ten million and fifteen million pounds."


    Ferguson''s eyes bulged. Such expenditure levels were not something even the top Premier League teams could match.


    "How many yers in your squad earn over ten thousand pounds a week?"


    "Not many; close to the entire starting lineup is above ten thousand pounds, though."


    "Millwall is really loaded! Can you earn ten million pounds in a season?"


    "Not sure. Last season, we probably made less than ten million; this season should see an increase. Sigh, this season is certainly a loss, but I don''t care."


    Ferguson began to back down. He was genuinely interested in not only Larsson but other yers as well��but unfortunately, sries were too high. After all, it would be humiliating for Manchester United, as a prestigious club, to ask yers to take pay cuts to join.


    But he couldn''t help but feel a bit doubtful about Aldrich''s approach; at this rate, the club might crumble sooner orter!

 Chapter 61: Fooled

    <h4>Chapter 61: Fooled</h4>


    At the English Football Coaches Association dinner, Aldrich received the award for the best manager in League One, second only to Nottingham Forest''s manager, Frank rke, in terms of charisma. Nottingham Forest had just been promoted to the Premier League and, under the guidance of Frank rke, a prot��g�� of Brian Clough, they achieved a remarkable third-ce finish in the league��a small miracle for Nottingham Forest once again.


    During the evening, Aldrich had brief conversations with several Premier League managers. Many of them were interested in bringing yers from Millwall, so they approached Aldrich to gauge the situation. However, for those teamscking a prestigious background, Aldrich asserted that none of his yers were for sale.


    As the season drew to a close, Middlesbrough secured thest Premier League promotion spot, formally ending the campaign.


    Aldrich then turned his attention to the summer transfer market.


    He assigned Adam the task of handling sponsorship deals, including arrangements with Barys Bank, Puma, and advertising within the stadium. These efforts were expected to generate a substantial ie of around three million pounds for the team at the start of the season.


    Early in the morning, after having breakfast, Aldrich called Andrew and arranged to meet at the corner of the street.


    At ten a.m., a white BMW pulled up by the curb. Aldrich saw Andrew behind the wheel, with a stunning young woman in a light dress sitting in the passenger seat��someone he didn''t recognize but smiled and greeted nheless.


    "Hey, what''s up this morning?" Andrew asked casually.


    Dressed in a loose outfit, with his shirt untucked from his trousers, Andrew got out of the car, pulled out a cigarette, leaned against the car door, lit one, and offered Aldrich another.


    Aldrich chuckled as he lit his cigarette. "I was hoping to discuss some transfer matters with you, but you look pretty busy. Never mind, can you just send apany assistant to help me? I might be going abroad in the next month or two, but I''ll be running around domestically first. I need some scouts."


    Blowing out a smoke ring, Andrew turned his head back towards the car and said, "Hey babe, why don''t you head home? I''ve got some serious business to take care of."


    "Huh? Didn''t we n to go on holiday in France?" she protested.


    "Sweetie, workes first. We can go on vacationter," he replied dismissively.


    "Andrew! Your promises are garbage!"


    "Lol, maybe. You can take the car and, from now on, don''t reach out to me again. Bye."


    Andrew showed no grace in front of the agitated beauty. Without a care, he wrapped his arm around Aldrich''s shoulders and moved forward, pulling out his phone to call for another car.


    Aldrich let out augh. "Just like that, it''s over?"


    Andrew crouched down by the street, taking a drag from his cigarette, and stated casually, "Well, it''s done. She believes she''s a princess. I can only say sorry; I''m not the prince who''s going to spoil her."


    Aldrich admired Andrew''s nonchnt attitude; despite his yboy persona, he always knew how to prioritize things.


    Realizing he only needed some information and didn''t require Andrew''s constantpany, he squatted by the roadside and said, "You really don''t need to stay with me. Just go on your vacation."


    Andrew flicked his cigarette butt away and turned with a grin, saying, "Are you kidding? Our money isn''t blown in by the wind. If I''m not involved in earning money, what''s the point of my life? You definitely came to me to buy a yer, right? As the owner of the agency, I should go with you; that''s sincere. Money won''t just magically find its way into my pocket."


    Aldrich chuckled and nodded, saying, "Alright, let''s go together."


    Not long after, Andrew''s assistant arrived in an Audi. Andrew grabbed a tie from the assistant and tied it around his neck. Right there on the street, he tucked his shirt in and styled his hair, shining his shoes against the car tire. Within three minutes, he emerged looking impably sharp��a transformation that left Aldrich in awe.


    "So, where to?" asked Andrew.


    "Help me look up four yers in yourpany''s database: Joe Cole, Ashley Cole, Rio Ferdinand, and Frank Lampard."


    After Aldrich finished speaking, he gazed out the car window, quietly waiting.


    Andrew dialed hispany''s office on his phone. All the information was stored there, regrly updated. His scouts were no less capable than those from top clubs��if anything, they were more like detectives.


    Each year, the media would hype up new footballing talents, but very few would actually make it to the big stage. The first name Aldrich mentioned certainly qualified, and perhaps a more widely recognized name for the future would be better: Joe Cole.


    Joe Cole was a prodigy with talent that had drawn attention from all directions since he was a child.


    Currently, Aldrich didn''t have much leverage to offer��only money��but for many yers, that in itself was a temptation. While there were people in the world who could resist the lure of money, most only had a price in mind.


    "Neither of the two Coles has signed with any team. As for Ferdinand and Lampard, things are somewhat tricky. Mytest update is that this summer, West Ham United is looking to give them a contract for the senior team."


    Aldrich closed his eyes for a moment, thought deeply, and said, "Then let''s go find those two first. It''s intriguing to poach from our rivals��why not? How much will West Ham United pay them per week?"


    "It could top out at ��600, or it might only be ��60." Andrew replied.


    "I''ll offer ��3000."


    "Ha! You''re going to be seen as a na?ve fool with too much money!"


    "Time will tell who the real fool is."


    Andrew drove Aldrich directly to Rio Ferdinand''s home.


    Aldrich decided to make the visit himself. He believed that some transfers required the manager''s personal touch to persuade yers effectively.


    There was a story about how the Manchester City manager waited in his office for Giggs to sign a contract, only for it to get dark without the signing happening. The next day, he found out that Manchester United''s Sir Alex Ferguson had paid a visit to Giggs and poached him from under City''s nose.


    In London, Aldrich had already gained a fair amount of notoriety. Asst season''s shining star in League One and Millwall''s uing Premier League journey, media buzz about him and the club had spread like wildfire within the footballmunity.


    Thus, Aldrich and Andrew visiting Ferdinand''s home drew significant attention from Ferdinand''s family, even bringing in rtives. Through his sincerity and the sry offered in the contract, Aldrich managed to convince Ferdinand to join.


    Frank Lampard''s transfer was slightly moreplicated; his father held a position at West Ham but had a poor rtionship with the club. Aldrich promised Old Man Lampard a position at Millwall and used the attractive sry on offer to bring Lampard on board.


    West Ham, who had initially nned to offer contracts to Lampard and Ferdinand in July, discovered in frustration that their star prospects had been lured away by their rivals, Millwall, through high wages.


    Last season''s young talent surge at Millwall was Aldrich''s greatest asset in attracting yers. Despite having yet to achieve anything in the Premier League, every young yer on his team seemed packed with potential, shining brightly under his guidance.


    As night fell, Aldrich and Andrew drove to the outskirts, munching on takeaway junk food and sipping beer, chatting beside the Audi. By the end of the day, Aldrich had signed four young yers for the club.


    Even though Joe Cole was just 13 and Ashley Cole only 15, Lampard and Ferdinand were already 17��definitely valuable assets for the next two to three years.


    The sess of the first day boosted Aldrich''s confidence, but the next day in the North West of Ennd''s Merseyside, he met a string of setbacks.


    Manchester United had their ''ss of ''92'', while Liverpool boasted their ''ss of ''96''; in that ss, three yers stood out.


    In one morning, Aldrich was first turned down at Carragher''s house and then sent packing by Owen''s parents.


    The only one left was Gerrard, whom Aldrich arranged to meet at a caf��.


    Wearing casual clothes and trying to put on a mature fa?ade despite his youthful appearance, Gerrard''s darting eyes betrayed his cleverness.


    "Refused? Why? Steven, if you have any concerns, feel free to voice them. Is it the sry? If ��2000 is too little, I can offer ��2500. If you''re worried about amodation, the club can provide an apartment..."


    "Uh, sir, thank you for your kindness, but I don''t want to sign with any team except Liverpool." Gerrard averted his gaze and lowered his voice.


    Aldrich scratched his head in confusion. "Huh? Then why are you trying out at other clubs? And why agree to meet with me? You could have just rejected me over the phone."


    Aldrich hade in with high hopes, especially after hearing that Gerrard was looking for a club to trial with but couldn''t find any offers. He thought everyone else was blind to Gerrard''s talent.


    Gerrard spoke softly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice, "Honestly, I was trying to put a bit of pressure on Liverpool FC to expedite my contract."


    Aldrich was left speechless.


    Damn it!


    I''ve been yed by this kid!


    And I became his stepping stone!


    There was no doubt that news of Millwall trying to recruit Gerrard would spread quickly. Even if reporters didn''t catch wind of it, Gerrard would surely be the one to spill the beans, hoping it would reach Liverpool''s ears.


    Discouraged, Aldrich left Merseyside, feeling a significant blow to his transfer aspirations.


    On the drive back to London, he couldn''t help but chuckle at himself. He should have seen thising; those hopeful stars from elite clubs were not so easily persuaded. As homegrown prodigies, why would they want to drift aimlessly outside their prestigious teams?


    Only unambitious clubs like West Ham,cking depth and ambition, could easily lose yers, just like Paul Ince had years ago...


    After a sigh, Aldrich pulled himself together, nning to move on to the next target. Good talents could be found outside of the big clubs; it was merely a matter of sifting through the sands to find the gold.

 Chapter 62: Seizing the Moment

    <h4>Chapter 62: Seizing the Moment</h4>


    Before Aldrich set off for Spain, he finalized a transfer deal in London. The offer was for Danny Mills, a young yer fromst season''s relegated Premier League team Norwich, at a price of ��300,000 after some haggling.


    Danny Mills, now 19, could y as both a central defender and right-back. Aldrich needed to ensure a strong bench by having two or three yers for the same position. Young talents like Lucas Neill and Zambrotta, who were only 18, couldn''t be expected to maintain perfect attendance throughout the season. It wasn''t that they couldn''t; rather, pushing them too hard would wear them out and negatively impact their future development. Healthypetition will also help ensure that they don''t be overconfident orcent just because they have be starters at a young age.


    In the sunny, breezy Spain, Aldrich and Andrew parted ways upon arrival, with Aldrich heading alone to the small town of Tuiya in the city of Gureio.


    Dressed in a suit and sporting sunsses, Aldrich attracted attention as he followed the address on a piece of paper. As he moved closer to his destination, the architecturalndscape around him began to resemble a slum. This was a stark contrast to the clean and beautiful neighborhoods elsewhere; even if the residents here weren''t the poorest in society, they certainly didn''t live in wealth.


    As Aldrich arrived at a small bungalow, he took off his sunsses and carefully surveyed the cramped house. He sighed softly, reflecting that many future football stars, despite their vast earningster, had struggled in their family lives before achieving fame.


    It was precisely this kind of opportunity that Aldrich capitalized on. Sometimes he questioned whether his actions were unscrupulous, yet he could never persuade himself to walk away.


    When there was a chance to seize a golden opportunity, who would care about others'' opinions?


    Besides, he wasn''t a ruthless businessman; he could justify this to himself.


    After adjusting his outfit, Aldrich knocked on the door.


    "Who is it?"


    The door opened to reveal a middle-aged man, unkempt yet not scruffy, with a visible air of despondency.


    Aldrich handed over his business card with a smile in Spanish. "Hello, sir, I''m Aldrich Hall from London, the owner and head coach of a football club. I''m very interested in your son and hope he can join my team."


    The middle-aged man was taken aback, his hand trembling slightly as he held the card. "David? But David is only 14. How much will you offer him in a contract?"


    In many parts of the world��Africa, South America, even Europe��ying football was a way for families in the lower strata of society to change their destinies. Bing a professional yer could lift an entire family from poverty. For talented youngsters with no financial means, there was no room for negotiation before the spotlight shone on them; they went where the money was.


    Aldrich stepped inside the cramped house and settled into a creaky armchair.


    At that moment, a mother and son appeared in the living room. The fourteen-year-old boy stood in front of his mother, who wrapped her arms around his neck, as if fearing that someone might take him away.


    Aldrich smiled as he sized up the boy, assured he had the right person. He turned to the middle-aged man and said, "His name is David Vi S��nchez, right?"


    The man nodded and beckoned his son over to greet Aldrich, visibly nervous as a miner. He instructed Vi to say hello.


    Vi opened his mouth, seemingly unsure of how to address Aldrich, ultimately managing only a soft hello.


    Aldrich gestured for Vi to sit down and chat. Vi looked back at his father, who nodded in encouragement, prompting him to take a seat next to his dad.


    Aldrich pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to the Vi family. "My club is called Millwall. You might not have heard of it before. This is a brief introduction to the team. Just so you know, next season, my team will bepeting in the top tier of English football."


    Vi and his father leafed through the documents, which mostly featured illustrated club facilities, including The Den stadium, the training grounds, internal equipment, and some statistics fromst season''s matches.


    Vi read with great interest, his eyes filled with longing, while his father appeared somewhat uninterested. He said sternly, "Sir, even if what you say is true, we can''t just hand over our child to you to take him to unfamiliar London."


    Aldrich nodded, responding candidly, "I also don''t believe David should be separated from his family at this age. Therefore, the club can provide your family with free amodation. Additionally, if you don''t mind, ourmunity can offer job positions."


    The gift Bat had given Aldrich half a year ago was now useful. Aldrich could offer free housing, and themunity''s supermarkets and pubs could also provide job opportunities for families relocating to Ennd. Considering East London was the area with the highest number of immigrants, there were no concerns about adaptation or feeling out of ce.


    Vi''s father was a miner, earning a low ie with a risky job. Hearing Aldrich''s enticing offer had him feeling somewhat tempted.


    "David has unparalleled football talent. I hope he can join Millwall''s youth academy, where he will receive the best training and care, ensuring his healthy development. Eventually, he can be an important part of Millwall."


    "An apprentice?"


    "I understand your family has some difficulties, which is fine. If David agrees toe to Millwall, I can offer him a contract of ��2,000 a week, and once he joins the senior team, I believe his sry will increase significantly."


    "��2,000?!"


    The trio''s eyes widened in disbelief. Even after taxes, they would clear over ��4,000 a month, while the standard welfare benefits in the UK at that time were less than ��500 a month. This money could enable them to live better in London, especially with free amodation included.


    Vi''s father didn''t agree immediately; instead, he said, "Let us think it over."


    This sudden windfall was overwhelming.


    Aldrich wasn''t in a hurry. He pulled out an envelope from his briefcase and ced it on the table. Before leaving, he added, "If you decide, feel free to call me, or you cane to London for a visit first."


    After Aldrich left, Vi opened the envelope on the table to find ��1,000 and three round-trip tickets from Spain to London.


    On the road away from the small town, Aldrich''s phone rang. It was Andrew on the other end.


    "Both yers are secured. Elguerra''s uncle is in the same line of work as me, so I discussed the terms with him and settled it. Capdev was the same."


    "Okay, great. Next stop, Italy."


    Ivan Elguerra, aged 18, and 17-year-old Joan Capdev had not signed formal contracts with any clubs, allowing Aldrich to acquire both yers without spending a penny on transfer fees.


    The former wouldter be an absolute key yer for the famed Gcticos, versatile in ying as a center-back and defensive midfielder. Thetter was the only yer not from Barcelona or Real Madrid to win the World Cup with Spain in 2010, ying as a left-back.


    Two dayster, in the Italian capital, Rome.


    In a caf��, a man in his thirties was reading the "Corriere dello Sport," asionally sipping coffee and appearing quite leisurely.


    Aldrich and Andrew walked into the caf��. After scanning the room, Aldrich spotted a man in a t-shirt and approached him, greeting him in Italian. The man closed his newspaper and gestured for Aldrich and Andrew to have a seat across from him.


    "Alberto De Rossi. Mr. Aldrich Hall, Mr. Andrew Hall, wee."


    The man leaned forward, shaking hands with both guests, then waved to a young boy at the end of the caf�� who was flipping through a football magazine, beckoning him over softly, "Daniele."


    The boy, who resembled his father, set aside the magazine and came over to sit beside him.


    Aldrich observed the thirteen-year-old De Rossi before turning his attention back to Alberto De Rossi. He spoke solemnly, "Mr. De Rossi, I know you have a special connection to this city and to Roma. I also understand that you would go above and beyond to nurture your son into a member of AS Roma. Before I extend my invitation, I will not deny two points: First, Daniele''s talent; second, the contribution he could offer to Roma if he stays here."


    Alberto De Rossi was already at an age nearing retirement but still yed for AS Roma. He was certain that young De Rossi''s futurey with the club.


    The elder De Rossi nodded earnestly and replied, "Exactly. Therefore, I don''t anticipate this meeting will yield a satisfactory oue for both parties. I hold reservations about English football; sending my son to Millwall might ruin him."


    The elder De Rossi spoke bluntly, his words implied a disdain for the football environment outside Italy without mentioning Italian football.


    After a moment of silence, Aldrich replied, "In my team, there are currently four young Italian yers."


    The elder De Rossi raised the "Corriere dello Sport" mockingly and said, "Everyone in Italy is aware of that. You even rmended those yers for the Italian youth team, haha."


    He then flipped the paper, and the headline "Where is Millwall, anyway?" caught Aldrich''s eye.

 Chapter 63: Melanie’s Visit

    <h4>Chapter 63: Mnie��s Visit</h4>


    As the summer transfer window heated up, Millwall in East London remained unusually calm.


    Millwall fans were feeling a bit downcast. North London''s Arsenal had already secured Dutch star Dennis Bergkamp and Ennd''s renowned yer David tt, clearly signaling an intention to rebuild their dynasty. Meanwhile, Chelsea in West London made a ssh by signing Ruud Gullit, the first-ever European and World yer of the Year in English football, marking a milestone transfer.


    After being promotedst year, Crystal Pce faced relegation this season, and West Ham United wasining about Millwall''s hical behavior in poaching their yers. Charlton and Queens Park Rangers appeared perpetually invisible, while Tottenham released White Hart Lane favorites Klinsmann and Popescu.Wimbledon, continuously hard up for cash, still doesn''t possess their own stadium and continues to argue with Crystal Pce regarding stadium rental expenses...


    London, buzzing with activity every summer day, is filled with news, but the tranquility in Millwall leaves fans feeling frustrated. Each time they gaze north or west towards London, it feels like everyone else is signing star yers, while our team has only brought in a bunch of rookies.


    However, the fans, who had long been ustomed to ack of star yers at the club, quickly calmed down. In a random survey conducted by *The Sun*, over 85% of Millwall supporters indicated that as long as the club could stay in the Premier League next season, they would be satisfied.


    As the summer training days drew closer, Aldrich moved into a newmunity just a kilometer away from the club. Thismunity was part of his assets, and he chose a mixed-use apartment in the middle of theplex as his residence. Other apartments were sold to loyal Millwall supporters, with fifty units earmarked for them.


    Aldrich asked Brady to select a hundred interested fans from the "Lion''s Roar" fan organization for potential home purchases, and Millwall''s official staff then vetted these fans, investigating their background. After a review, the properties would be sold at a 30% discount from market prices.


    One of the reasons for housing these fans was to provide amodations for youth yers. The team would have a bus pick up the youth yers daily to transport them to Millwall''s newlypleted Leo training base.


    The remaining vacant apartments would partly host immigrant families like the Vi family and could also address amodation needs for club staff.


    In July, the Spice Girls released a single and officially debuted in the UK music scene. Mnie Chisholm excitedly helped Aldrich move into his new ce.


    In the clean, spacious apartment, Aldrich set up the sofa downstairs and looked at the rows of cardboard boxes on the floor, lying back on the sofa for a moment of rest.


    "Aldrich, can I see your diary?"


    Sitting on the stairs of the second floor with a box in her arms, Mnie peeked inside Aldrich''s diary she had picked up and asked casually.


    "Sure, there''s nothing secret in there."


    Mnie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and flipped through a page, reading softly.


    "I spent (number of) days in Portugal, trying to find little Ronaldo in his short pants, but ended up getting lost in Lisbon five times. In the end, I gave up the search and arrived here in Porto.


    I found a lifelong local who had alsoe from Lisbon; he''s the famous English football manager Bobby Robson. I wasn''t interested in him, but Porto had someone who intrigued me.


    Before a press conference at Porto FC, I hired a makeup artist to make me look like a twenty-something young man, then I had Andrew send a forged fax to the club in Porto iming I was a reporter for *The Times*. Wearing a fake press badge around my neck, I confidently walked into the press conference.


    Here, thenguage barrier made Bobby Robson seem like a puppet, but every word he spoke was ryed through a trantor. It was my first real encounter with the god-like Mourinho; he was young yet meticulous about his work. Even in his trantor''s words, I could tell he would mimic Robson''s tone wlessly.


    To assert my presence as this fake reporter, of course, I raised my hand during the Q&A session. When the press officer signaled for me to ask a question, I stood up and asked loudly, ''Mr. Mourinho, when do you n to coach a team?''


    I already knew the answer; I just wanted to hear his thoughts.


    But clearly, Mourinho was startled. He didn''t ry my question to Robson and instead asked me to repeat it.


    I repeated it, adding, ''You clearly don''t want to just be a trantor or an assistant coach; you''re an ambitious person. The head coach position is what you aspire to, right?''


    To my surprise, Mourinho erupted in rage, and then I was kicked out of Porto FC.


    As I paced outside, fuming, Mourinho bolted out, grabbing my cor, angrily questioning whether I wanted to get him fired!


    I was also furious. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I pinched his thin face hard and shouted in his ear before turning and running. Mourinho must have been stunned; by the time he snapped out of it and chased me, I was already several streets away. After running for ten minutes, it was clear he had stopped pursuing me. I removed my disguise and hopped on a train to Spain; it was a delightful day.


    Hahahahahaha..."


    By the time Mnie reached the end, she couldn''t help but burst intoughter.


    She found Aldrich''s youth antics, masquerading as a reporter and causing a stir at a press conference, truly hrious.


    Thinking back to those years, Aldrich also smiled knowingly while lying on the sofa.


    At the time, he genuinely hadn''t anticipated Mourinho''s reaction would be that extreme. If he hadn''t run quickly, maybe they would have ended up grappling in the street.


    Suddenly, a warm bodynded in his arms. Mnie, smiling brightly,y on top of Aldrich and asked, "Why were you such a troublemaker when you were younger? Your brother mentioned that you used to smash other people''s windows. How could you be so unruly?"


    Aldrich felt wronged; he had nothing to do with smashing windows.


    "Hey, why did you choose to live here?"


    "What''s wrong with this ce?"


    "I thought you''d stay in a mansion like your brother does in West London."


    "Uh, there are a lot of reasons to live here, but the most important one is that I can keep an eye on the younger yers and prevent them from hanging out in nightclubs or getting involved with news reporters."


    Mnie propped herself up, the opening of her shirt exposing a generous view. Aldrich couldn''t help but indulge his eyes, admiring her stunning figure under the ck lingerie.


    "You want to be a babysitter for the yers, but who will monitor you?"


    Mnie asked teasingly with a mischievous smile.


    Aldrich wrapped one arm around her back and lifted his other hand to caress her tender cheek. With a soft smile, he said, "I would never lower my worth to associate with a stripper. Why would I? I already have a gem like you."


    Mnie''s eyes softened, as if they could drip water, and she bent down, passionately sharing a lingering kiss with Aldrich.


    After a brief moment of intimacy, they resumed unpacking and arranging the apartment until it resembled a home by nightfall.


    During dinner time, Aldrich received a call from Brady, inviting him and Mnie out for a meal. He didn''t change his clothes, took Mnie out, and drove Arthur''s BMW to the restaurant.


    As soon as they entered, Brady, who had been waiting, waved with a smile upon seeing Aldrich and Mnie. Aldrich quickly spotted Brady, Fred, and Ivan at the table, but he noticed that Ivan didn''t look well.


    When Aldrich reached the table, Brady joked, "Aren''t you going to introduce us?"


    "This is Mnie Chisholm."


    Mnie graciously extended her hand to shake hands with the three young men present. However, after shaking hands, Ivan looked pale as she raised her handbag and said, "Sorry, I don''t feel well; I need to leave."


    With that, she got up and left the table.


    As Aldrich brushed past her, he asked with concern, "Are you sure? I came by car; I can take you to the hospital."


    Ivan turned to re at Aldrich for a few seconds before finally shaking her head calmly. "It''s nothing. I just need to rest."


    Watching her leave, Aldrich shook his head regretfully. He hadn''t seen the talented girl studying IT at university for over two months.


    Brady and Fred exchanged knowing nces, both wearing wry smiles.


    Even Mnie showed a hint of bewilderment in her eyes, but she instinctively tightened her grip on Aldrich''s hand.


    The dinner went pleasantly, with Aldrich discussing various matters rted to the fan organization with Brady. He hoped the Lion''s Roar group would provide the club with maximum support, especially during matches, including enthusiasm and encouragement for young rookies, as this would directly influence the team''s long-term development.


    Just before dinner came to an end, Brady leaned over to Aldrich and whispered, "Aldrich, you need to be mentally prepared for this season."


    "What do you mean?"


    "This season, we''ll be facing West Ham and Chelsea directly in the league��home and away, at least four matches. I can''t control others, and some members of the bushwanker group won''t just vanish. The derby isn''t just about the game on the pitch; outside, it will be a real war."


    Aldrich nodded gravely, his expression serious.

 Chapter 64: The One and Only Pirlo

    <h4>Chapter 64: The One and Only Pirlo</h4>


    In the lonely summer of ''95, the bureaucratic atmosphere of the Italian Football Association stirred uneasily. After receiving Aldrich''s rmendation letter, they not only scoffed at it but also leaked it to the media, using Millwall''s letter as fodder for gossip and entertainment across Italy.


    Aldrich read the news in the "Corriere dello Sport," which was filled with derogatoryments and mockery from Italian footballmentators about Millwall, an obscure club in Ennd.


    It''s a well-epted fact that national teams often draw their youth yers from domestic leagues. Coaches primarily scout within their countries, and it makes sense that the outstanding yers in domestic youth leagues are selected for national youth teams.


    Aldrich was mockingly referred to by Italians as a "frog in a well," suggesting he had never truly experienced Italian football. They thought that just because he had a few Italian yers, he believed he had discovered exceptional talent. Their disdain was palpable.


    After finishing the article, Aldrich set the newspaper down and said tly, "Mr. De Rossi, you probably haven''t watched Millwall y, and not many people in Italy have either. If you think I''m arrogant for being surprised by football talent, that''s fine. I don''t deny that Serie A is the best league in the world today, but that doesn''t mean Italy will still dominate Europe ten years from now. Please forgive my honesty: my team not only has the backbone of a future Italian national squad but also yers destined to be European and World Champions. I''m aware we might not reach an agreement today, but my sincerity will not wane. The door of Millwall will always be open to Daniele De Rossi. Lastly, let me say this: if Daniele stays in Rome, he may be a loyal star, but if he joins Millwall, I believe by the time he retires, the number of trophies he collects will be countless, as I''m pursuing this goal with all my might. Goodbye."


    With that, Aldrich and Andrew stood up to leave. Old De Rossi''s expression turned serious and contemtive as he watched them go.


    Outside the caf��, Andrew scratched his head. "How did it go? It feels like the talks fell apart."


    He couldn''t understand Italian, so he was left clueless throughout the discussion.


    Aldrich shrugged. "It''s not exactly a failure, as there wasn''t much room for negotiation from the start. It''s fine; De Rossi is just 13. I firmly believe that before he turns 18, Millwall will offer him something far more attractive than Roma does."


    "Now we head to Brescia?"


    "Yeah."


    Before heading to Brescia, Millwall had submitted a transfer inquiry worth ��1 million for Andrea Pirlo, a 16-year-old yer at Brescia. At that time, Pirlo had only made one appearance for Brescia at the end ofst season, flying under the radar of Italy''s big clubs.


    The final transfer fee settled at ��1.5 million, and Aldrich nned to personally negotiate Pirlo''s sry.


    An important factor was that Pirlo came from a wealthy background; simply throwing numbers from a contract wouldn''t impress him.


    Although Aldrich already had many versatile midfielders, he stillcked a crucial piece for his tactical system: a masterful ymaker!


    While Nedved hasmendable organizational ability and rapidͻ�� skills, Aldrich required a midfieldmander from a broader tactical perspective. This would allow his attacking system to both slice through defenses with incisive passes and mount sharp assaults by breaking through defensive lines, thus achieving a multifaceted offensive approach.


    In Brescia, Aldrich met with Pirlo, who appeared somewhat bewildered at just sixteen years old. He had signed with the team justst year, and now he was suddenly being sold. Coming from wealth, it was likely difficult for him to grasp the significance of ��1.5 million to a small club.


    Coming from a merchant family, Pirlo was used to big stages. Facing Aldrich and Andrew, he didn''t show any signs of intimidation; he maintained a calm demeanor without any pretense.


    "Can I call you Andrea?" Aldrich asked. "Great! Have you heard of Millwall?"


    Pirlo frankly shook his head, adding, "I saw some news about Millwall in the papers recently. I know it''s a club in London, but it doesn''t seem to be in the Premier League."


    "No, we won the championship and got promotedst season, and in just two months, Millwall will be entering the Premier League. Andrea, I want you to first understand what kind of club is interested in you and wishes to bring you on board."


    Aldrich didn''t underestimate Pirlo because of their age difference; in football, age does not define one''s capability. It''s all about talent.


    With his attention now on Aldrich, Pirlo nodded, signaling him to continue.


    What was going on inside Pirlo''s mind was unknown to Aldrich, but he wanted to show his utmost sincerity.


    "Here''s a list of my yers, including their profiles and performance data fromst season. I took charge of Millwallst season, acting as both owner and head coach. Therefore, Millwall will be a stable club for a long time toe. There won''t be negative impacts due to management upheavals or coaching changes. I believe that stability is fundamental for a club''s long-term development. Secondly, Millwall is an ambitious club. We don''t intend to just survive in the Premier League; I want to turn us into the best team in Ennd. After conquering Ennd, we''ll aim for Europe! And we aim for long-term dominance across Europe! If we need to quantify this grand goal, it''s to surpass Real Madrid''s five consecutive titles and Liverpool''s four titles in seven years, making Millwall indisputably the king of European football in the shortest time possible. Yes, Millwallcks a deep history and a prestigious past; thest hundred years have been a nk te, dry, and even unpleasant to reflect upon. But that, to me, is good news. It means I can create an era that belongs solely to us, without needing topare ourselves to anyone else. Andrea, I hope you will be a part of Millwall and leave a brilliant mark in this history."


    Aldrich''s inspiring words struck a chord. Pirlo, who was used to the dogmatic environment of Italian football, found Aldrich''s passionate rhetoric refreshing and overwhelming.


    After a moment of silence, as he started to explore the documents in his hands, Pirlo left with a strong impression of Aldrich��at least Millwall was youthful.


    Pirlo specifically noted the Italian yers on the team. Besides Luca Toni, Gattuso, Materazzi, and Zambrotta all had appearances in the double digits, and the feedback and ratings from each match''s coaching staff were thorough and insightful.


    Pirlo wasn''t averse to ying abroad. He was a bit of a rebel, after all. Although he was from a wealthy family, they opposed him pursuing a career in football.


    "Andrea, let''s talk about you. What are your expectations for your position and role on the football field?"


    Seeing Pirlo remain silent, Aldrich decided to steer the conversation.


    With a slight frown, Pirlo admitted, "To be honest, the coaches at Brescia say I have the potential to be the next Baggio."


    Aldrich smiled and nodded. In reality, Baggio''s characteristics could be divided into two phases: before ''95, he was quick, nimble, and graceful on the ball, while after ''95, as he aged, his speed decreased, but his vision and organizational skills improved.


    Aldrich pulled out his tactical notebook from his briefcase and circled the position of a trequartista on a simple football field diagram. "This is the position you y for the club, right?"


    Pirlo nodded.


    "Have you encountered any problems?"


    After a moment''s hesitation, Pirlo replied quietly, "The coaches say I can be like Baggio, but I can''t dribble past defenders like he could. As I approach the box, I sometimes feel lost, spending much of my energy trying to shake off defenders."


    Aldrich nodded. "That''s right, Andrea. You can''t be a second Baggio; it''s simply impossible. Your unique characteristics are the biggest barrier to replicating Baggio''s style, and that''s something you can''t change no matter how hard you try."


    Pirlo''s gaze dimmed. He knew his limitations; he just couldn''t match Baggio''s speed, let alone his ability tobine speed with ball control.


    "But you can be the one and only Pirlo! You''re not a second Baggio; you are Andrea Pirlo! If you stay at Brescia, you''ll slowly improve in the trequartista role, but I will give you arger stage where your talents can shine the brightest and you can do what you do best. And I will never force you to do things that are beyond your capabilities."


    Aldrich''s eyes were sincere, and that was something he could guarantee with his integrity.


    Like many yers in his squad, those who quickly came to respect him did so because Aldrich never forced them to do things they couldn''t.


    He would never expect Stam to think too much about ball distribution as a defender, nor would he ask Makelele to take on more offensive duties beyond defense. He wouldn''t pressure Schneider to develop long-range shooting skills like Pires; Aldrich understood that each yer''s talents were unique. How a coach mixed those different talents together into a cohesive unit was the coach''s responsibility. Getting the best out of yers within their capabilities was enough. If a coach demanded performance beyond a yer''s skill set, the coach shouldn''t me the yer forcking ability but rather recognize their own limitations.

 Chapter 65: In Search of New Stars

    <h4>Chapter 65: In Search of New Stars</h4>


    Aldrich and Pirlo talked until the caf�� closed at night, and in the end, Pirlo was persuaded to agree to transfer to Millwall.


    After finalizing Pirlo''s transfer, Aldrich wrapped up his trip to Italy. He had many potential signings in mind, but just like Owen and Gerrard, most yers didn''t even take Millwall seriously. Generally, only young yers like Elghera and Capdev, who didn''t hail from "football powerhouses," would be swayed by money and sincerity. It was simr to the young talent Torres, who, despite Andrew having contacts with him in Madrid, had no thoughts of leaving Madrid for now. The same applied to Xavi; Aldrich didn''t want to waste his efforts on clearly unattainable yers. There were plenty of fish in the sea...


    But Aldrich''s summer recruitment wasn''t over yet. He still needed a heavyweight striker, at least one who could mature into a superstar in two to three years.


    Larsson and Trezeguet are the team''s steadfast core, but Larsson has already caught the attention of Manchester United, and Aldrich is unsure if he can stay long-term. As for Trezeguet, Aldrich has even less confidence in being able to keep him for an extended period. With just three years left until the 1998 World Cup... by then, the World Cup champions Thuram, Trezeguet, Vieira, Pir��s, and now Mak��l��l��, who has transitioned to a defensive midfield role (and who knows if he will miss the World Cup), frankly, Aldrich does not have enough confidence in being able to hold onto them for the long run.


    The king of the small restricted area, Van Nistelrooy, still does not know when he will "wake up." Luca Toni has considerable limitations within the tactical system, while Solskj?r''s role as a super-sub is more effective than that of stable starters. Glen Johnson and Phillips, constrained by their talent, cannot have the false hope that they can quickly improve just by relying on luck.


    Thus, even though Aldrich''s team is filled with talented yers, he is tirelessly working to uncover new talent. In reality, he has no assurance about the future and might wake up one morning to find that the main yers of the team have collectively submitted transfer requests.


    For thest stop in his summer recruitment n, Aldrich and Andrew arrived in Kyiv, Ukraine.


    Since the early ''90s, when Eastern Europe disintegrated, people in European countries, especially the British, have been very sensitive about visiting the former Soviet states. In this still KGB-dominated region, one could easily attract the attention of agents and end up brainwashed into bing a spy.


    Therefore, right after getting off the ne, Aldrich and Andrew took a taxi to their destination: Dynamo Kyiv FC.


    Before their arrival, Aldrich''s transfer bid had already reached Dynamo Kyiv.


    ��1 million to acquire young yer Shevchenko from Dynamo Kyiv!


    Shevchenko, who was about to turn 19 in September, had shown glimpses of his talent by making 17 appearances and scoring once in the Ukrainian leaguest season.


    The good news for Aldrich was that the legendary coach Valeriy Lobanovskyi, who had made threeebacks with Dynamo Kyiv, hadn''t returned for a third time yet.


    This coach has a Midas touch, as he manages to create a golden generation almost every time he returns to coach Dynamo Kyiv. If it weren''t for the unfortunate loss to Bayern Munich, led by Kahn, Matth?us, and Effenberg in the semifinals of the 1999 Champions League, that generation of Dynamo Kyiv would have faced Manchester United in the final for the Champions League title.


    If he was still around, Aldrich''s pursuit of Shevchenko would be significantly more challenging.


    Now, Aldrich only needed ��1.8 million to open the door for Dynamo Kyiv to release Shevchenko.


    In the current group of yers at Dynamo Kyiv, aside from the future illustrious Shevchenko, there is also Kdze, who wouldter join San Siro, and Rebrov, who could not find sess in the English leagues.


    Aldrich wasn''t uninterested in the others, but he could only sign Shevchenko because none of them had EU passports. To replicate the deal for Nedv��d fromst year, Aldrich could only bring in one yer. Given this situation, the answer was obvious �� it had to be Shevchenko.


    In future history, Shevchenko moved to the Premier League but returned in disappointment. Aldrich believed there were many reasons behind this, from both the yer and the club perspective.


    Many of Shevchenko''s injuries stemmed from cumtive wear and tear; graduallypounding minor injuries would ultimately lead to a decline in physical condition. yers like Shevchenko, along withter stars like Torres and Owen, faced simr fates �� they achieved fame too early, overextending their bodies in the early stages of their careers. Factors like iplete recovery and improper treatment also hadsting impacts on their form and fitness.


    As for the club''s side, ack of patience for star yers yed a big role. Both fans and coaches wanted yers who could perform immediately; if a star couldn''t showcase their value within a short period, criticism woulde flooding in. This creates a negative psychological cycle for yers.


    More importantly, Aldrich believed that Chelsea''s system, cemented during Mourinho''s era, established a clear hierarchy of three lines: the defense dominated the midfield, which in turn overshadowed the forwards.


    In such a tactical framework, it was the forwards who found it hardest to score. Even a beast like Drogba took years to secure the Premier League Golden Boot. It''s questionable whether Henry, who won it three times in a row alongside Drogba, could have reached over eighty goals in three seasons at Chelsea.


    Just because a yer struggles to adapt to a specific tactical system doesn''t negate their ability. Aldrich would give all the yers he recruited some room to adapt, allowing them time to integrate into the tactical framework. He would never rush them or expect young yers to shine right away.


    Upon arriving at Dynamo Kyiv, Aldrich and Andrew quickly followed the club officials to the meeting room. After shaking hands with the club manager, a young Shevchenko soon appeared, apanied by a trantor. Although Aldrich was fluent in multiplenguages, he didn''t understand Ukrainian.


    Shevchenko appeared calm, but Aldrich could see a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.


    The status of Eastern European football on the European map had been on a steady decline since the dissolution of the Soviet Union, which also affected the fortunes of Eastern European football. yers naturally sought bigger stages, aiming for the traditional top five leagues. Ambitious yers wouldn''t settle for ying in the freezing winters of Ukraine for their entire careers.


    However, Shevchenko dreamed of ying in Italy, not Ennd.


    The slightly na?ve Shevchenko expressed his thoughts directly to the trantor: "I want to go to Italy, not Ennd!"


    Aldrich could only patiently urge the trantor: "Please tell him that ying in Ennd will attract more attention than ying in Ukraine, especially now that the visibility of the Premier League is on the rise. He can y in Ennd first, create a name for himself, and then be discovered by more Serie A clubs. Also, if he stays in the UK for a few years, he could obtain an EU passport, which would give him a significant advantage when making a transfer to Italy."


    After a lengthy back-and-forth between the trantor and Shevchenko, the trantor then said to Aldrich, "He wants to know if your team can stay in the Premier League long-term and what ns you have for his future as the club owner and head coach."


    Speaking about his old profession, Aldrich no longer needed to be charming or sly with his answers. He opened his mouth and spoke passionately for about ten minutes.


    Then Aldrich realized the trantor had condensed his ten minutes of speech into a mere thirty seconds...


    He wanted to punch the trantor, but when he saw Shevchenko''s expression wavering, he held back.


    "He is concerned about hisnguage barrier and whether he can integrate into your team."


    "If he wants to leave Ukraine and join any major league, he will encounter this issue, whether it''s Italy, Germany, Ennd, Spain, or even France. No one speaks Ukrainian! The club will assign him a trantor until he can fully read and use English in daily life. I think you can tell him that, rather than dream of joining a big club and struggling tomunicate with various star yers, including the head coach, he might as well join my team. At least this way, his shorings will have minimal negative impact, and he will gain experience on how to live in a foreign environment."


    Aldrich exerted all his efforts to sessfully persuade Shevchenko to join. Although the negotiation took longer than expected, he thought it was reasonable, considering the yer was leaving his hometown to head to Ennd; caution was warranted.


    Before finalizing this transfer, Aldrich returned to London and immediately asked Andrew to handle this matter.


    Millwall couldn''t deal directly with the FA; they needed a middleman.


    The English football scene had always been riddled with ck-and-gold scandals, but mostly behind the scenes of yer transfers.


    Aldrich simply wanted the FA to open a convenient door for him. Even if someone exposed this scandal in the future, Aldrich could wash his hands of it.


    Nedv��d didn''t have an EU passport, but once he made a name for himself, who the hell would dare im he wasn''t a genius? Not signing him would be a loss for English football.


    Shevchenko''s situation was simr; as long as he could shine in English football, no one would be foolish enough to leak any wrongdoing regarding the transfer hearings down the line.


    As long as the money transaction left no incriminating evidence, Aldrich felt secure. He hadplete faith in Andrew; that kid had been obsessed with money since childhood and had mastered the art of handling finances, even studying street drug trade models before he turned 18. He certainly wouldn''t be caught red-handed and would leave no trace behind.


    However, Aldrich learned from Andrew in London that the FA needs a guarantor to be present at the hearing.


    Millwall was no longer the unnoticed team it was in League Onest year; back then, nobody cared who they signed. But this summer, Millwall was a Premier League team. Relying solely on paperwork to get the FA to open its back door would invite imitation from the other 19 teams.


    Aldrich needed a respected figure in English football to step in. After much thought, he realized there was only one person who could help him and would be willing to repay the favor:


    Alex Ferguson!

 Chapter 66: Seeds of Success

    <h4>Chapter 66: Seeds of Sess</h4>


    In English football, traditionally, there are only three clubs that have truly dominated: Manchester United, Liverpool, and Arsenal. Other teams, like Everton and Tottenham, carry weight in the football scene but certainly don''t qualify as giants. As for Chelsea, they weren''t even considered a traditional powerhouse before the year 2000.


    Aldrich was on the lookout for influential figures in modern football. Arsenal was too busy dealing with its own problems; Housten, who had taken over midway through thest season, was already gone, reced by Bruce Rioch. As for Liverpool, Aldrich had no connections with their coach, Roy Evans. Moreover, his attempts to recruit three yers from Liverpool''s youth team had been intentionally leaked by Gerrard. It was clear that Liverpool would not wee Aldrich''s visit.


    That left only one respected figure: Sir Alex Ferguson, the Manchester United manager, who was about to enter his tenth year in charge.


    When Aldrich called Ferguson and quickly exined the situation, Ferguson agreed without hesitation and proceeded to engage Aldrich in a discussion about Andriy Shevchenko.


    Although the transfer had not been finalized, and Manchester United could potentially swoop in, Aldrich did not believe Ferguson would pay nearly two million pounds directly for a yer that Manchester United had not scouted. Even though Aldrich''s team had many valuable talents, misjudging potential is all toomon in football. Even the most astute coaches can sometimes fail to develop promising recruits.


    As for the reward forpleting this deal, the astute Ferguson did not bring it up. They both understood each other well; Aldrich owed Ferguson a favor, and one day Manchester United would likely need Aldrich to make a concession.


    With Ferguson''s backing, Aldrich was no longer worried about Shevchenko''s transfer.


    Aldrich had originally nned to pause the transfer, but after receiving a phone call from Andrew in early July, he quickly became busy again.


    In the hotel where the team was training, Aldrich pushed open the meeting room door, gently closed it, and walked slowly to the table where Andrew sat waiting.


    "Is it true? Does the whole family agree?"


    Aldrich kept his voice low; legally, this could potentially be a vition. While the consequences might not be severe, it would certainly be a massive blow to his reputation.


    Andrew, stroking his chin, quietly responded, "Agree? They can''t wait to leave the slum! I''ve been to Brazil, Aldrich, and after witnessing the favs there, I realized just how lucky the kids in East London truly are. In the Brazilian slums, those kids either be famous footballers and leave or end up as pawns for drug traffickers or gangs. Compared to that, East London is like paradise. Can you imagine how normal it is to be woken up by gunfire at midnight?"


    Aldrich had some understanding of the chaos in South America during that time, but since he hadn''t experienced it firsthand, he found it hard toment subjectively.


    Unbuttoning his jacket and cing his hands on his hips, Aldrich closed his eyes for a moment before asking, "How much is it going to cost?"


    "To get them to the UK will cost ��1.05 million. Additionally, providing for their living expenses and job opportunities, I estimate you''ll need to invest over ��2 million in this family over the next five years. Honestly, Aldrich, I feel this is a bit risky and perhaps not worth it."


    Andrew cautiously expressed his thoughts.


    Aldrich gasped anxiously.


    His mind raced.


    ��2 million?


    Was it worth the risk?


    In that Brazilian family, there was a boy named Ronaldo de Assis Moreira.


    Or simply: Ronaldinho!


    At only fifteen, he had been unexpectedly discovered by Andrew''s scouts in Brazil.


    After learning about Ronaldinho''s family situation, Andrew had the scouts begin probing for contacts.


    The family''s livelihood depended almost entirely on the mother and the brother, but the money his brother made at Gr��mio was hardly worth mentioning. The Brazilian football market was far from the boom it would see a decade or soter; otherwise, there wouldn''t be so many Brazilian stars moving to Europe every year. However, around twenty yearster, Brazilian stars were more willing to stay at home, where their earnings were at least not much worse than those in Europe.


    Their father had passed away, and there was also a sister in the family �� this story felt all too familiar; more than half of Brazilian stars had simr tragic childhoods.


    Aldrich only wanted Ronaldinho, but that was impossible.


    If he wanted to act first, he''d have to bring the whole family to Ennd, excluding the already self-sufficient brother.


    "Can the immigration office handle that?"


    "Not a problem. Just follow the procedures; it''s merely a matter of time for the review process. We''ll let thewyers handle the negotiations."


    "Then help me facilitate this. I can''t pay you from the club ount, butter we can arrange something privately, and I''ll give you ��2 million. I just need to ensure two things: First, once he moves here, his family''s living situation must be stable; things like his sister''s school or job, and his mother''s arrangements �� nothing can go wrong. Second, he needs to join Millwall''s youth team. I don''t want to go through all this effort just to have him run off with someone else."


    After giving it a lot of thought, Aldrich finally made up his mind, feeling a bit of that "no guts, no glory" spirit.


    If he hadn''t found Ronaldinho, it would be one thing, but if he found him, how could he hesitate?


    Even if it meant spending heavily, he had to bring him over.


    Andrew stood up, looking grave as he scrutinized Aldrich and asked, "Have you thought this through? This is a ��2 million investment!"


    If it failed, who wouldn''t feel the pain?!


    After a moment of silence, Aldrich ultimately gritted his teeth and nodded firmly.


    Andrew stopped talking and picked up his phone to get to work.


    Facilitating this immigration process was virtually the same as giving money, but it provided safeguards.


    The money wouldn''t go directly to Ronaldinho. Instead, ��1 million would be used to purchase UK bonds that couldn''t be redeemed or traded for a designated period.


    The rest, including housing and jobs, would be arranged within the UK. What would genuinely be handed to the family were the UK residency papers, a polished identity, along with pre-arranged employment and modest savings.


    But for a family living in a slum, this was like a dreame true �� escaping the fav and directly stepping into the global metropolis of London was a once-in-a-lifetime leap.


    Completing the whole process would take at least six months, and Aldrich wasn''t in a rush; Ronaldinho was only fifteen. As long as he secured him, there would be plenty of time for him to develop. Whether the investment would fail depended on if Ronaldinho would forget his roots. If, after turning eighteen, he didn''t sign a full professional contract with Millwall and instead went to another club, Aldrich would have to ept it.


    From the end of May to the end of June, Aldrich hustled around, swiftlypleting his summer signings. By the time the transfer window opened, Millwall officially announced several transfer deals while simultaneously weing the entire Vi family to London, with 14-year-old David Vi joining Millwall''s youth ranks.


    By mid-July, after the Football Association''s hearing concluded, the formality of Shevchenko''s transfer was also wrapped up.


    While other teams were still ying in the transfer market, Aldrich held an official press conference, introducing the new signings while announcing the end of the summer transfer period.


    Joe Cole, Ashley Cole, Juan Capdev, and David Vi all entered Millwall''s youth team, while six yers were promoted to the first team.


    Ivan Elghera, Danny Mills, Rio Ferdinand, Frank Lampard, Andrea Pirlo, and Andriy Shevchenko.


    Thus, Millwall''s first team for the new season would have a total of 30 yers.


    While the first-team roster seemed a bit crowded, Aldrich didn''t agree. Many yers, like Lampard, Ferdinand, and Shevchenko, were still quite young. Getting a season''s worth of game time was enough for their development; more wouldn''t necessarily be better.


    At The Den, the six new first-team recruits donned their new jerseys and showcased their skills. Notably, Pirlo and Shevchenko''s talents drew the attention of the reporters present.


    It was just a press conference, and Aldrich hadn''t intended for it to create too much noise. However, when he expressed satisfaction with this summer''s transfer results, he was met with skepticism from the journalists.


    For not just all of Ennd but specifically London: Chelsea had brought in the European and World Footballer of the Year, Gullit, while Arsenal had secured Bergkamp from Italy.


    How could Millwall, who spent the most moneyst season, only acquire a bunch of kids?


    Even though yers like Lampard and Ferdinand, signed from their arch-rivals'' youth teams, generated some buzz, who had ever seen Pirlo or Shevchenko y before?


    Not to mention Elghera from Spain and Mills from relegated Norwich.


    "Failed recruitment?"


    Aldrich crossed his arms on the table and smiled as he shook his head in response to the reporters'' questions.


    What''s the point of signing Gullit, the thirty-three-year-old World Footballer of the Year? Is it to run a retirement home?


    Aldrich certainly wants Bergkamp, but Arsenal paid over seven million pounds in a record transfer fee!Even if Millwall could afford it, would Bergkampe? Would he be thrilled to pack his bags just because it was Arsenal inviting him?


    When faced with reporters'' tough questions, Aldrich just smiled mysteriously and said, "Last summer, I recall The Times described Millwall''s summer transfer activity as a disaster! This summer, feel free to write the same; it''s no problem. Next year at this time, we''ll discuss whether this summer''s transfers were a sess or a failure."


    With that, Aldrichughed lightly and stood up to leave.


    The six new signings exchanged knowing smiles as they watched Aldrich''s confident silhouette fade away.


    What a leader they had; he truly was something else.

 Chapter 67: Champion’s Ambition

    <h4>Chapter 67: Champion''s Ambition</h4>


    The Leo Youth Training Base has officially opened, signaling a fresh start.


    With a new meeting of the coaching staff, they established the guidelines for nurturing young talents.


    The medical department is expanding.


    Babou went to the United States for a month of training and returned with valuable knowledge in American fitness techniques. He ns to promote what he learned within the club, and when ites to sports science, the U.S. currently leads the world. Physical training is a distinct area of expertise that will help Millwall yers train better, incorporating a sensible growth with sports equipment.


    ...


    Aldrich is personally overseeing every detail because Millwall has, in the past, been virtually nonexistent. What little they had was outdated and unable to keep pace with modern advancements. Therefore, Aldrich wants to ensure that the club''s framework is solid from top to bottom. Once everything is on track, he won''t have to worry so much anymore.


    In mid tote July, the yers started returning one after another. On the day everyone gathered, Aldrich, dressed in the club''s training gear, walked with the coaching staff toward the training field, where yers were chatting and sharing exciting stories from their summer vacations.


    "Hey? Who are you?"


    Aldrich walked into the group of yers, bemused, and put his hand on the shoulder of a somewhat chubby young man.


    Pir��ughed heartily, "Boss, that''s David!"


    "David? David Trezeguet? You''re his brother, right? Tell me, where has he gone? Don''t try to pull a fast one on me��look at you! You''re nothing like David! That belly of yours could serve as a trampoline. Nice bounce, huh?"


    Aldrich gave the young man''s belly a yful pat; it indeed felt soft.


    The other yers whistled and teased him.


    "Yeah! I told you he must be an impostor!"


    Schneider joined in, adding fuel to the fire.


    Trezeguet rubbed his bald head, looking down, ashamed, and murmured, "Boss, it really is me."


    Aldrich knew full well that the chubby young man before him was indeed Trezeguet. He waved to the yers, "Today is our first day of training, and the task is simple: head to the Leo Youth Training Base for physical exams. I won''t pry into how you spent your holidays; as long as youe back to the club without breaking thew, that''s enough for me. However, if your physical stats don''t meet the requirements before the new season starts, you''ll end up sitting on the bench. David, can you still run?"


    "Boss, it''s no problem at all!"


    With that, Trezeguet was the first to dash out toward the training field. However,pared to his nimble figure fromst season, the now noticeably heavier young man''s run was a bit amusing.


    Aldrich greeted each returning yer with a high-five, and some yers even brought out gift boxes to present to Aldrich and the other coaching staff. Most of these were unique souvenirs from their hometowns or trinkets from their travels.


    Aldrich carried arge bag filled with gifts and smiled at the yers running past him.


    There were only a few yers who had noticeably put on weight. The older yers, especially the exemry Southgate, Nedved, and Larsson, had clearly maintained their fitness during the break. Meanwhile, gym enthusiasts like Gattuso and Back showed significant muscle gains.


    He sent Craig to take the yers to the youth training base while he called the other first-team coaches back to the hotel for a meeting.


    In the conference room, he pulled out the schedule for the uing Premier League season and shared it with the coaching staff.


    Once everyone had looked it over, Aldrich began the same discussion asst season''s preseason meeting, addressing the squad''s depth, talent pool for each position, and whether they needed to make targeted signings to reinforce any areas.


    On this topic, there was a consensus among the members.


    Millwall''s first team had thirty yers, and as long as there were no major injuries, the squad''s depth was strong enough.


    Next, just likest season, Aldrich categorized the Premier League teams by strength.


    "Based on scout reports and analysis, there are at least five teams that can challenge for the championship next season: the defending champions ckburn, Manchester United, Liverpool, Newcastle United, and Arsenal. Teams like Nottingham Forest, who finished thirdst season, and Tottenham are also expected to perform well. However, this is a conservative estimate; every season, there are always a few teams that exceed expectations. Furthermore, because Millwall is located in London, our derby opponents, in order of significance, are West Ham United, Chelsea, Wimbledon, Tottenham, Arsenal, and Queens Park Rangers. So, I want to ask everyone: Can Millwall challenge for the championship in the new Premier League season and ultimately lift the trophy?"


    Immediately, the room fell silent, shocked by his bold statement.


    All eyes instinctively turned to the young figure sitting at the end of the long table.


    Aldrich''s gaze was intense, his handsome face as cold as ice.


    This was a weighty topic.


    The established goals for the team dictated the entire season''s n.


    If a team has no ideals or targets, it will naturallyck motivation and just take things as theye. If the matches go well, they might aim for high goals; if they falter, they''ll just lower their expectations. Such a team will never amount to anything.


    Just likest season, when Aldrich''s goal was to develop the team, and results didn''t matter much. Even when they were leading in League One, he never shifted the focus to cuppetitions. The season is a cohesive whole, and being greedy can lead to failure��many teams with multipetitive capabilities have copsedpletely because they overestimated themselves. High expectations often create chain reactions of setbacks.


    The coaching staff members looked serious, lost in thought.


    The Premier League championship?


    The myth of a promoted team winning the title?!


    This wasn''t entirely unheard of. Nearly twenty years ago, Nottingham Forest, in their first year in the top division, shattered Liverpool''s dream of a three-peat. However, such miracles have happened only once in thest fifty years of English football.


    In Ligue 1, several promoted teams have won championships, including Saint-��tienne, Bordeaux, and Monaco.


    As for the Kaiserutern miracle, that wouldn''t ur until two yearster.


    Aldrich was ambitious to challenge for the title, but upon analyzing Nottingham Forest''s miracle, he realized it would be very difficult for Millwall to replicate.


    In their historical 42-match season, Nottingham Forest lost only three times not because they had the strongest squad, but rather because of Brian Clough''s tactical brilliance. At a time when English football was dominated by simple long-ball tactics, Nottingham Forest''s fluid ground y felt like a breath of fresh air, culminating in a whirlwind that wreaked havoc across League One, leaving even the reigning champions Liverpool trailing behind by seven points as they imed the trophy.


    While it wasn''t a revolutionary tactical change, it created massive upheaval in English football, and Millwall simply didn''t possess the tactical advantage to challenge the Premier League giants.


    However, the thirst for a championshippelled Aldrich to bring up the topic.


    If the entire coaching staff could present convincing arguments, he was willing to embrace their enthusiasm.


    Jansen spoke up first, clearing his throat and saying, "Aldrich, I think we need to discuss this rationally. Although Millwall''s first team has thirty yers, how many of them are under twenty? Almost half! They''re talented and capable, but they''re still developing. We must manage their ying time properly and can''t rely on them to y every match and perform consistently throughout the entire season. Plus, thepetition in the Premier League is fierce. The strong teams you mentioned will not take us lightly; ying against us means they need to secure three points. And in the derbies, even matches against mid-table teams will be fierce because we are seen as their relegation rivals. To beat us is essential for their survival."


    Upon hearing this, Aldrich closed his eyes to reflect.


    Jansen had made a good point. The Nottingham Forest miracle had another advantage: they didn''t have many derby matches throughout the season that required them to go all out.


    However, located in London, Millwall had two fierce rivals in the Premier League, and with various derby rtionships, out of the 38 matches, over ten would be derbies. That''s akin to a make-or-break scenario, and the intensity of these matches would only increase, leading to a higher likelihood of injuries as well.


    Aldrich decided to abandon the idea of challenging for the championship next season. Although it was tempting, the reality was different; after all, Millwall was still too young to endure any negative shocks. cing excessive pressure on these yers would only weigh heavily on their minds.


    The league season was long, and in a nearly nine-month marathon, no one knows what unexpected events may happen.


    Nheless, Aldrich said solemnly, "But Millwall needs a championship. We need it to keep our yers. If next season ends without any trophies, I won''t have the confidence to retain anyone who wants to leave."


    Indeed, to retain all the yers currently in the squad, Aldrich needed a trophy��a tangible championship that yers could see and touch��to inspire them and propel them to pursue greater ambitions with confidence!

 Chapter 68: New Crisis, New Challenges!

    <h4>Chapter 68: New Crisis, New Challenges!</h4>


    Last season, Aldrich splurged, nearly spending half of the club''s budget to build a new team. It was a season that involved life and death; if Millwall failed to get promoted, Aldrich would lose many key yers, and he would be unable to control the team effectively.


    As they embarked on the new season in the Premier League, survival was all they needed to aim for. However, that would significantly affect the heights Millwall could reach because Aldrich would inevitably lose standout yers.


    The career of a professional football yer is quite short. From maturity to peak performance, it could be less than ten years. During these ten years, to create a professional legacy, yers must stand on a powerful team. If Millwall couldn''t provide that environment, Aldrich couldn''t me any yers for wanting to leave.


    The Premier League is undoubtedly a much bigger stage than League One, capturing the attention of Europe. When Millwall''s yers are exposed to brighter lights, even a slight achievement could result in a flurry of transfer inquiries from top clubs across Europe.


    The world of football is inherently cruel; the best resources are always taken by giants from various countries. A typical example of this is Ajax, the newly crowned Champions League winners, who were drained of talent following the implementation of the Bosman ruling inte 1995.


    Aldrich needed a trophy this season to inspire the team. If winning the Premier League was a miracle too far, then he would have to settle for two domestic cuppetitions.


    The coaching staff understood the harsh reality Millwall faced this season.


    Millwall is essentially a small temple; to keep the gods, one must offer gold. Only with bright glory can one attract admiration.


    Troop paused and said, "This may sound strange, but I think we can use the league to give the yers some experience, narrowing the gap between the starting and substitute lineups. That way, we can aim to have an unprecedentedly strong lineup next season, rather than facing the awkward situation of substitutes struggling to step up. We can give our all in the League Cup and FA Cup. After all, both cuppetitions only require seven matches toplete from the start of the Premier League teams to the final, as long as there are no reys. The League Cup has its final aroundte February to early March, and the first six matches will bepleted fromte August to the end of January. The FA Cup starts in early January and runs until May to determine the champion. This gives us considerable flexibility; for the most part, the two cuppetitions will not ovep. We can prepare ordingly."


    Troop''s perspective was met with unanimous agreement from the coaching staff.


    Millwall needed a trophy, but winning the league was undoubtedly the toughest challenge, while the cuppetitions were easier, especially since even if they faced strong teams in the draws, those teams might not take the cups seriously due to league distractions.


    Aldrich thought for a moment and said, "Okay, so our n for this season is to focus the main lineup on the cuppetitions. In the league, let''s start scheduling our rotation based on the fixtures, ensuring that the most important matches are handled by the primary lineup��especially those against strong teams. The slightly weaker opponents can be managed by the substitutes. As long as the reserves hold their ground, next season, our first team will be stronger after undergoing the grind of the Premier League."


    The coaching staff then began discussing the schedule.


    Every Premier League team faces a challenging fixture list during the season, and for weaker teams, they''ll often encounter a string of tough opponents at some point.


    Millwall was a bit unlucky.


    First Round: Away at Old Trafford.


    Second Round: Home against Arsenal.


    Third Round: Away at Anfield.


    Fourth Round: Away at defending champions ckburn.


    Fifth Round: Home against Nottingham Forest.


    ...


    Aldrich had noints about the schedule; he felt there was no point inmenting it. The FA''s scheduling wasn''t randomly chaotic. Observing carefully, one would notice that other teams also faced tough opponents during their challenging stretches��Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool, ckburn, Nottingham Forest... It just happened that Millwall''s tough run began in the first round.


    With no matches rescheduled, the Millwall coaching staff had prepared a rough rotation n, setting a broad framework for the season. Any unexpected injuries or a scheduling change could be managed with minor adjustments.


    Moreover, Aldrich''s coaching philosophy limited any yer to participating in matches no more than once a week. This meant that over a roughly nine-month schedule, no yer would y more than 38 times. This was to prevent injuries and to maintain yers''petitive hunger, avoiding the psychological fatigue thates with excessive matches. Thinking long-term, it would also help in extending the peak of yers'' careers.


    After concluding this topic, Aldrich lit a cigarette in the conference room. After ten minutes of rxation, he threw out another important agenda item.


    "Guys, I want to start transitioning the team''s tactical style this season."


    Everyone perked up, waiting for more.


    Aldrich turned on the projector and disyed prepared images on the big screen, showcasing Millwall''s current 4-4-2 formation.


    Four defenders in line, two midfielders��one sitting deep, one advanced. Two wide midfielders, and two forwards, one positioned higher and the other slightly further back.


    "Last season, our substitute lineup used a 4-3-3 formation."


    Aldrich disyed another image, showing the formation after Beckham''s departure in the second half ofst season.


    Four defenders lined up, three midfielders��one deep, one in the center circle, one slightly forward, followed by three forwards.


    "The tactical formation used by the substitutes is my ideal setup. Last season, I hesitated to deploy the 4-3-3 from the outset due to ack of a midfield orchestrator, which could weaken our attacking capability, so I opted for the traditional 4-4-2. However, I believe bnce between attack and defense is crucial at this level. With the rapid pace of the game, if a central midfielder moves forward to assist in the attack while getting caught on a counter, relying solely on a lone defensive midfielder to intercept is unrealistic. On the other hand, a 4-3-3 allows us to leverage strong control in midfield,bining nk and central attacks, allowing wingers to cut in, and fullbacks to support attacks. Each midfielder has defined roles��one defensive midfielder focusing on defense, while two central midfielders take on the responsibilities of organizing attacks and providing support. The forwards must utilize the full width of the pitch and frequently interchange positions and dart into the penalty box to achieve optimal attacking effectiveness."


    Seeing the tactical diagrams on the screen, members of the coaching staff pondered deeply. Aldrich projected a more detailed tactical exnation onto the disy.


    Jensen asked in confusion, "With three forwards, are two of them wingers?"


    Traditionally, wingers primarily create threats along the nks, mainly serving to provide crosses for the central forwards. If Aldrich''s wingers merely filled this role within the 4-3-3, it would reduce the number of central forwards and not necessarily enhance their effectiveness.


    Aldrich replied earnestly, "Yes, wingers, but not simply traditional, deep-crossing wingers. The wingers need the ability to cut inside and score while also creating synergy with the striker, two midfielders, and the corresponding fullbacks. Especially when fullbacks advance and create an overload situation on the nks, the wingers should insert themselves into the box to attract defenders'' focus or directly create scoring opportunities."


    Jensen frowned again, "That ces high demands on the wingers'' abilities. They need precision passing, awareness of positioning and cooperation, breakthrough capability, and also must possess good shooting skills. And that''s just on the offensive end; defensively, they would also need to run tirelessly."


    Aldrich nodded, "Exactly��those demands are high, but we have yers with that potential. Pires, Larsson��I believe they can do it. Solskj?r is also capable. Shevchenko, who just joined in the summer, although he''s a center-forward by nature, he can also fit this role. Especially in the tactics, when wingers cut into the box or switch positions with the center-forward, having yers like Larsson and Shevchenko in the box will be extremely powerful."


    After considering it, Jensen nodded. "The idea is great, setting aside the forwards, for the three midfield positions, we have Makelele and Gattuso capable of fulfilling tactical needs. But who would y the role of the midfield orchestrator? Vieira? Or Nedved?"


    "Neither. Next season, I''ll still use 4-4-2. If I switch to 4-3-3, Schneider will be pushed out of the starting lineup, and I don''t want to do that; it would hurt his confidence. But I hope the club, from top to bottom, instills this tactical ideology in the yers, especially in the substitute lineup. For the midfield orchestrator role, I n to develop our new Italiand, Andrea Pirlo. Nedved, in the midfield, will serve a supporting role; his wide-ranging movement and forward runs can be one of the flexible winning points in tactical shifts."


    The coaching staff exchanged nces, surprised that Aldrich ced such importance on the new arrival, Pirlo. The role of the orchestrator is undoubtedly the tactical soul of the team, while Nedved had already be the spiritual leader through a season of y.


    Aldrich and his colleagues discussed the tactical changes extensively, refining the less mature aspects and exploring more valuable tactical variations.


    Once the meeting ended, Aldrich pped his hands to cheer everyone up, encouraging each other as they geared up for the new season.


    Later that day, the first-team coaching staff gathered with the yers at the Leo training academy and took a group photo in front of the shiny new training facility; it was their family portrait for the 95-96 season!


    This new family portrait, alongsidest year''s, was hung in the corridor of the Leo training academy. Moreover, new season memorabilia started being sold in the club store��new jerseys, new scarves, new posters, and everything felt brand new.


    Of course, a new season brings new challenges, all in pursuit of the championship trophy!


    Team Roster for the 95-96 Millwall First Team:


    Goalkeepers: Keller, Butt, Wright.


    Defenders: Stam, Southgate, Richards, Materazzi, ElgLa, Mills, Ferdinand, Thuram, Zambrotta, Neil.


    Midfielders: Vieira, Gattuso, Makelele, Nedved, Back, Pirlo, Lampard.


    Forwards: Pires, Glenn Sharpe, Schneider, Trezeguet, Toni, Van Nistelrooy, Larsson, Phillips, Solskj?r, Shevchenko.


    Total: 30 yers.


    End of Volume One: A Century Without a Trophy - end.

 Chapter 69: Whose Theater of Dreams?

    <h4>Chapter 69: Whose Theater of Dreams?</h4>


    August 18, 1995.


    After noon, the west side of Manchester, once the world''s factory, had turned into a bustling hub of traffic and crowds. If one were to look down from above, they would see the direction the throngs were heading: a modern stadium.


    Dream Theater: Old Trafford!


    A bus emzoned with a blue lion slowly made its way towards Old Trafford. Unquestionably, it was the bus that brought Millwall to Manchester.


    Since the beginning of the new season, Aldrich had signed a contract with the rentalpany, requiring that all away matches outside of London feature a bus marked with the Millwall crest��making a bold statement that Millwall had arrived!


    Relentless promotion was essential for the club to increase its visibility, and the rentalpany was eager to provide this service. For matches in the Greater Manchester area, they were keen to partner with major clients like Millwall, allowing them to connect with fan groups and boost their brand.


    After more than twenty days of summer training camp, Aldrich''s team was all set for the new season. The yers gradually shifted from a rxed holiday mindset to apetitive spirit. Before the season began, Millwall had yed five friendly matches against English teams��three of which were relegated from the Premier Leaguest year, along with two teams that failed to promote from the EFL League One. All games were away matches, and the oue was disheartening: four draws and one loss. Media predictions for Millwall''s relegation battle were not optimistic due to their poor performance in these warm-ups.


    If they couldn''t adapt quickly to the challenges of the Premier League, they might find themselves left behind by their relegation rivals.


    Aldrich had no strict expectations for the warm-ups. They were merely to help the yers get into shape, not to fight for victory.


    In each of the five matches, he rotated the entire team between halves, so their disappointing record was understandable.


    As the bus approached the outskirts of Old Trafford, Aldrich, like everyone else in the bus, found himself gazing out the window at the grand modern stadium in the distance.


    Outside the stadium, crowds thronged everywhere, with fans in red Manchester United jerseys taking photos, chatting, eating, andughing. They were utterly unconcerned with who their opponent was, exuding a leisurely enjoyment that reflected deep pride in Manchester United, showing disdain for any challengers.


    yers like Nedv��d and Southgate looked out at the magnificent stadium with yearning in their eyes.


    Is this really Old Trafford?


    A legendary home to generations of Red Devils, the Dream Theater!


    Aldrich pulled his gaze away. It would be self-deceiving to say he felt no envy. Teams around the world envied Manchester United like no other, and he didn''t need to pretend that Millwall''s den was better than their gilded nest.


    It''s alright; everything wille in time.


    This was precisely the drive for both the team and himself.


    Weed by officials from Manchester United, the entire Millwall squad disembarked and headed to the changing rooms.


    With some time left before the match, the yers would first change into their jerseys for pre-game warm-ups. Aldrich took the opportunity to browse around the club facilities.


    When warm-up time ended, the team returned to the changing room. Before the door was even shut, they could hear the passionate roar of fans outside Old Trafford. The sound of the club anthem paled inparison to the cheers of the supporters.


    As silence fell, Aldrich stood in front of the empty tactics board. He never used the board for pre-match tactics; he would only address it if adjustments were needed at halftime.


    The starting eleven had changed into their kits, while the substitutes sat quietly in jackets, waiting for Aldrich''s final instructions before kickoff.


    "Where are we?"


    Aldrich asked, slightly raising his chin in contemtion.


    The yers exchanged nces, and Larson shrugged, "Old Trafford."


    "That''s right. We are at Old Trafford, and today we will challenge the most watched team in all of Ennd: Manchester United. Perhaps they don''t have the trophies of Liverpool, but in Ennd, Manchester United is like a pampered child, receiving the most attention from royalty to fans alike. When you step out onto that pitch, observe the expressions on the faces of the Manchester United yers��they''re proud, confident, radiating a sense of invincibility, especially here at Old Trafford. I, Aldrich Hall, am coaching my first Premier League match today, and it is also your first Premier League match. So tell me, shout it out loud: when we step onto Old Trafford, into the Dream Theater, with Manchester United as our opponents, are we just here as tourists? Are we mere background yers? Will Manchester United regard us as insignificant by tomorrow?"


    Aldrich''s face bore a grim intensity, his tone grave yet not hysterical, conveying a deep, simmering anger.


    "No!"


    The entire team shouted in unison.


    Aldrich nodded and said solemnly, "Remember, our opponent is Manchester United. Remember, this is our Dream Theater. Remember, today will be the moment we make our mark on the world! Tell the arrogant Manchester United: Old Trafford, we love it here! Because we will take victory from this ce! This is your day, this is my day, a big day in our lives! Let''s go out there, crush them, and show no mercy��stomp Manchester United underfoot! Millwall Lions, run!"


    With a grand gesture, Aldrich led his spirited team out of the changing room like a pack of ready-to-fight warriors.


    Once the team had left, the coaching staff exchanged knowing smiles. They were used to Aldrich''s passionate rallying cries, and each experience left them feeling inspired��if they could y, they would give everything for victory!


    Old Trafford had undergone several renovations in its nearly hundred-year history, and during Ferguson''s era, he left a deep mark on the transformations of this special stadium.


    The most significant change was the construction of the yers'' tunnel at the corner g, enhancing the home advantage to the fullest. Whether entering or exiting, during halftime, both teams, yers, and referees would pass through here. Even the opposing coach had to walk several meters along the sidelines before reaching the tunnel, allowing the Manchester United fans to collectively apply pressure on the yers, coaches, and even the referees!


    The substitutes and first-team coaches had already stepped outside. Aldrich was thest to exit. The starting yers lined up and waited, examining Manchester United''s starting lineup. Just like Aldrich described, the Manchester United yers stood tall, exuding an aura of confidence and superiority, distinctly different from other opponents.


    It was a demeanor forged through years of service at Manchester United��a red devil''s spirit cultivated over time, not innate but enough to carry through a lifetime.


    Ferguson seemed to take some time in the tunnel, and as the two head coaches met, they made their way around the yers before meeting outside the tunnel.


    With a smile, Ferguson approached Aldrich and walked alongside him to the technical area.


    "Looks like the Millwallds are quite spirited today."


    "Well, they are a relegation team. If they lose their spirit along with their skill, they''ll be back in the EFL League One next year," Aldrich replied with a grin.


    The fans cheered for Ferguson from the sidelines, but he turned to Aldrich and said, "I think Millwall can finish in the top ten this season; relegation won''t be an issue."


    "Let''s hope so," Aldrich chuckled.


    "How about a drink after the match?"


    "Only if Manchester United goes easy on us. Otherwise, I''ll be in rough shape; my drinking etiquette is quite poor."


    "Ha ha, Aldrich, has anyone ever called you a little fox?"


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow with a smile but said nothing further.


    Ferguson patted his shoulder, then raised his hands to apud as he made his way to the home team''s bench.


    The technical area at Old Trafford was unique; it wasn''t set along the sidelines but integrated into the stands.


    Aldrich didn''t walk over to the away bench; he stood at the sidelines, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyeing the field, waiting for the match to begin.


    The southwest and north stands were engulfed in a sea of red, while the away supporters were situated in the east stand��purposefully set up in opposition to the loyal Manchester United fans for safety, keeping their die-hard supporters separated.


    The Lion Roar fan group had made the trip to Old Trafford, and over a thousand away supporters adorned in Millwall''s deep blue jerseys filled the east stand, creating an intricate yet significant image: a fierce blue lion, the symbol of Millwall!


    Near the field on the east stand, two stunning young women sat watching. Mnie held a pair of binocrs, peering toward Aldrich, who stood casually, hands in his pockets. She pouted, "Hmph, trying to look cool!"


    Victoria, a bit bored, scanned the surroundings with disinterest, resorting to chatting with Mnie about her rtionship with Aldrich.

 Chapter 70: Millwall’s Premier League Debut

    <h4>Chapter 70: Millwall��s Premier League Debut</h4>


    The South Stand of Old Trafford was the position for television broadcast cameras, housing the most VIP boxes in the entire stadium. Here, the livementators representing various TV stations and streaming tforms were also located.


    Inside the Sky Sports box, the livementators were two seasoned professionals in English football, who would be some of the most poprmentators in the future: Martin Tyler and Andy Gray. Although they were not as famous now as they would be in the future, their expertmentary received widespread acim and even earned them the coveted title of the world''s bestmentary duo.


    However, both men looked somewhat unhappy today.


    Within the ns for the new season''s TV broadcast schedule, the directives issued by the TV executives left them feeling bewildered and even angry.


    Sky Sports had seemingly lost its mind, as in the list of selected matches for live broadcasting during the 38-round season, alongside high-profile games like the Merseyside Derby, the Ennd Derby, Manchester United vs. Arsenal, and the North London Derby, one team was getting a conspicuous amount of attention: Millwall!


    The directives from Sky''s upper management stated that Millwall was the team with the second-highest number of live matches, only behind Manchester United, Liverpool, and Arsenal!


    Moreover, it was mandated that thementary for Millwall''s matches had to be provided by Andy Gray and Martin Tyler!


    Whether or not a match was listed as a key broadcast directly affected the team''s broadcasting revenue. Premier League broadcasting revenue was divided into parts based on team performance, equally distributed portions, and also based on the number of matches broadcasted.


    It was clear that Millwall''s earnings from this segment had already surpassed that of most mid to lower-tier teams in the Premier League.


    At the end of the day, Martin Tyler and Andy Gray were just employees; they had to follow thepany''s arrangement. However, if Millwall''s matches turned out to be dull and affected the viewership ratings, they would then have the grounds to voice their opinions to the higher-ups.


    Little did they know, Bat was driving Murdoch insane!


    Each day, Murdoch regretted not stopping the Hall family from acquiring shares in Sky Sports. During the summer, Bat had made it clear that he wanted Sky Sports to care for Millwall, to hire top-notchmentators, feature them in prime time slots, and ensure maximum exposure for Millwall.


    Murdoch had argued with Bat, but in the end, Bat had delivered a bold ultimatum: if you disagree, fine, but don''t me me if I interfere with the management of Sky Sports. Though Bat held shares, he had previously been just an investor, a hands-off manager. If he wanted to stir things up in the Sky Sports board meetings, his influence was enough to make Murdoch uneasy, especially since Bat was a local Brit and Murdoch was an outsider.


    Aldrich had been unaware of all these undercurrents until everything was settled by Bat, after which he merely epted the news with a smile, having no strong opinions about it.


    Boosting broadcasting revenue was secondary; the rapid increase in recognition was key.


    Television broadcasts were vital for a team''s visibility��fans naturally gravitated towards professionalmentary. Otherwise, even if Millwall yed exceptionally well, amentatorcking any enthusiasm would fail to engage viewers.


    As for whether Millwall would deliver an exciting performance, Aldrich at least had confidence: their y would certainly be more appealing than aimless long balls.


    As both teams lined up to enter the field, Sky Sports'' live broadcast kicked off.


    "Hello, everyone, and wee to Old Trafford," Martin Tyler said. "I''m Martin Tyler, and joining me for today''smentary is Andy Gray. Hi, Andy."


    "Hi, Martin. Today marks the opening round of the new Premier League season. Manchester United, who missed the chance to reim the title against ckburn in thest match ofst season, are facing off against Millwall, who had a stunning performance in the League Onest season. United''s manager, Ferguson, has made significant changes for the new season, fielding a young squad. Andy, what are your thoughts on this?"


    "I believe many fans will have heard n Hansen''sments, who said that Ferguson can''t win any championships with a bunch of kids. Interestingly, Millwall''s starting lineup is even younger on average than Manchester United''s. Hansen alsomented on Millwall, hoping the kids wouldn''t be intimidated by adult football. Haha! Whether Millwall''s kids get scared, I can''t say. However, there''s no doubt thatst season''s Millwall surprised all other teams in League One. Today''s match is a sh of two young teams. Compared to Millwall''s youthful exuberance, United''s lineup seems a bit more seasoned. Ferguson hopes to blend the old with the new in building the next generation of Red Devils."


    "Absolutely! Today we''ll see how the young Aldrich leads his team in Old Trafford. Now, let''s introduce the starting lineups. The home team, Manchester United, is in their traditional red shirts and white shorts. Starting goalkeeper: Peter Schmeichel; right-back: Gary Neville; center-backs: Steve Bruce and Gary Pallister; left-back: Denis Irwin. Right midfield: David Beckham; central midfielders: Roy Keane and Nicky Butt; left midfield: Ryan Giggs; forwards: Andy Cole and Brian Mcir. United is set up in their traditional 4-4-2 formation. With Cantona banned and Mark Hughes''s transfer to Chelsea this July, Ferguson has chosen to field Brian Mcir, who has been in declining form over the past two years. He was a top striker bought for just ��850,000, but he only scored five goals in 40 league appearancesst season, while three years ago he was still scoring over 20 goals a season."


    "United''s front line is worrisome, so let''s take a look at Millwall''s lineup. They''re wearing their traditional blue kits. Starting goalkeeper: Kasey Keller; right-back: Lilian Thuram; center-backs: Jaap Stam and Gareth Southgate; left-back: Lucas Neill; right midfield: Bernd Schneider; midfielders: ude Mak��l��l�� and Pavel Nedv��d; left midfield: Robert Pires; and the two forwards are Henrik Larsson and David Trezeguet, who struck fear in their opponents in League Onest season,bining for an incredible 66 goals! They were the kings of efficiency in League One, but it remains to be seen if they can maintain that scoring form in the Premier League."


    "Alright, folks, the first match of the 9596 English Premier League season is about to kick off! We see that Millwall will start with the first ball, attacking from left to right."


    As both teams lined up in preparation for kickoff, Aldrich stood off to the side, looking determined as he murmured, "Come on,ds!"


    "Although he celebrated his neenth birthday merely three months ago, he felt like he had lived almost fifty years in two lifetimes. In his eyes, the Millwall yers were simply youngds."


    As an esteemed referee officiating since 1974, Paul Durkinmanded great respect, and he was the one in charge of today''s match.


    With a single whistle, the match between Manchester United and Millwall officially kicked off.


    Trezeguet gently nudged the ball forward, and Larsson quickly passed it back. The two forwards sprinted ahead, and the ball found its way back to Nedv��d''s feet, while United''s forwards, Cole and Mcir, pressed hard.


    Nedv��d calmly passed the ball back to Mak��l��l��, while the two United forwards continued their pressure. Mak��l��l�� pushed the ball forward and smoothly worked with Nedv��d to evade the pressure from United''s strikers.


    Nedv��d turned to find Keane closing in on him, and without hesitation, he made a diagonal pass to the right nk. Schneider, who had sprinted forward immediately after the kickoff, received the ball in space, while Giggs had yet to find his rhythm, allowing Schneider to easily invade United''s territory and control the ball effectively.


    Irwin lowered his center of gravity to guard against Schneider''s breakthrough, but unexpectedly, Schneider stopped the ball and took two steps forward beforeunching a diagonal long pass into the box!


    Larsson darted to the right, pulling Pallister out of position, and the ball soared over both their heads, heading for the far post.


    Trezeguet, who had already formed an understanding with Larsson''s movement, appeared at the far post. Steve Bruce, the aging United captain, did not anticipate the ball arriving there so early. As he positioned himself, Trezeguet dashed past him!


    By the time the veteran captain spun around to give chase, Trezeguet had already soared into the air, leaping to meet the ball with a spectacr header!


    Boom!


    Trezeguet''s shiny bald head made perfect contact with the ball at a precise angle; even at the moment of impact, he kept his eyes wide open, his determined gaze filled with the ferocity of a beast unleashed!


    Here we are at Old Trafford!


    The Theater of Dreams!


    Returning to the European stage from Argentina, I won''t be anyone''s supporting actor!


    What about Manchester United?


    I, David Trezeguet, am determined to be the world''s best forward!


    If we don''t conquer the giants, how can we call ourselves champions?


    As Trezeguet soared into the air for the header, Schmeichel stood there with arms outstretched, surprisingly flustered, his wide eyes reflecting disbelief: How long has it been since the kickoff? The referee''s whistle was still ringing in his ears!


    Trezeguet''s header was as powerful as a shot struck with his foot��not particrly angled, but incredibly fast, hurtling toward the near post.


    The ball soared just over Schmeichel''s head. Realizing it toote, he jumped, raising his arms to block it, but it was all far toote!


    Schmeichel fell back on the goal line as the ball, after making contact with him, slowed down and rolled gently onto the grass inside the.


    Trezeguet, havingnded after the header, kept his eyes on the ball''s trajectory and, upon seeing it go in, stumbled as he tried to get up in his excitement, falling back down again. It took a second attempt for him to stand up, and then he raced towards the sideline, screaming triumphantly toward the away team''s bench.


    "Camera,e to me!


    Focus on me!


    I am the star of the Theater of Dreams!"

 Chapter 71: Stunning Start

    <h4>Chapter 71: Stunning Start</h4>


    Old Trafford was plunged into an eerie silence.


    Manchester United fans were in shock, with manyters still wandering around in search of their seats, standing frozen in the aisles as they gazed nkly at the pitch. The few thousand Millwall supporters, too, were in disbelief.


    Is this real? Did we just score? So soon?


    Thementators, Gray and Tyler, were caught off guard. They had anticipated a moment to catch their breath, but the goal came so quickly that they scrambled to their microphones,unching into an exhratingmentary.


    "Incredible! Unbelievable! Millwall takes the lead with their very first attack of the match! Let''s take a closer look at this goal: Nedved yed a central pass, Schneider made a run but couldn''t break through. Elvin hesitated instead of rushing in, as Barth made his way over for support. But Schneiderunched a long ball into the box, cunningly drawing Palister away as he positioned himself, leaving a massive gap in the center for Manchester United. Oh, Bruce is showing his age! When the ball was already approaching the box, he finally realized he had to turn back to intercept Trezeguet. Trezeguet executed a beautiful leap to break the deadlock. Schmeichel stood no chance; the ball flew over his head from too close a distance. Is this Millwall? Unbelievable!"


    "No official statistics yet, but from our rey, we can confirm this goal happened within seven to eight seconds. Without a doubt, it''s the fastest goal recorded in Premier League history! Young Trezeguet shows immense potential to be a great scorer. As n Hansen said, some will be scared stiff, but it can''t be Millwall! Martin, was this goal a fluke?"


    "Andy, I disagree. It was anything but a fluke. Analyzing Millwall''s yers'' movements shows this was a brilliantly executed attack. They scored in their very first attempt, and it was Manchester United who conceded! Fans mightfort themselves that it was an ident, but I see it as a reflection of Millwall''s strength."


    Trezeguet dashed towards the Millwall bench, with his teammates rushing to him. They had every reason to celebrate; this was the Premier League stage at Old Trafford!


    Aldrich waved his arms, overwhelmed with excitement at the goal but somehow managed to hold back.


    When he saw Trezeguet approaching, Aldrich didn''t shy away. Trezeguet leaped in front of him, and Aldrich instinctively embraced him, stumbling back, but fortunately, Jansen and Barb were there to catch him; otherwise, he might''ve fallen t.


    Other yers joined the jubtion, creating a tight circle as they roared in celebration of a moment that would be etched in history.


    This was Millwall''s first-ever Premier League goal.


    Will they maintain the record for the fastest goal? Hard to say, but it would be remembered by fans for a long time.


    Once the yers calmed down, Aldrich clenched his teeth and asked softly, "Now that we''re ahead, what''s the n? Do you remember what I said before the match?"


    Trezeguet, Nedved, Larsson, Schneider, and the others all replied in unison, "We remember!"


    No mercy, they would keep pressing Manchester United!


    "Alright, let''s go. Until the final whistle, we won''t stop!"


    Aldrich''s focus wasn''t clouded by the lead; if they gotcent, this goal might turn from an advantage to a terrible omen.


    Millwall''s yers marched back to their half with renewed determination. They took every word Aldrich said seriously. Last season had proven his coaching abilities, and his tactical analysis had paid off.


    "Manchester United are the champions of two of thest three Premier League seasons, with one being the runner-up. They are undeniably strong. Thus, most teamsing here to Old Trafford typically focus on defense after kickoff. United always tries to control the pace, weing opponents with a high line.We must surprise them by ramping up the tempo from the very first minute. They expect us, as a newly promoted side, to be timid or panicked? Absolutely not! We will knock them off their lofty perch, forcing them to follow in our wake!"


    Millwall''s yers executed Aldrich''s tactics without hesitation, rewarded with an eight-second goal!


    The Manchester United yers were ready for the kickoff, their expressions serious but fundamentally unchanged.


    They were Manchester United. If they were to be demoralized by an early goal, or copse under pressure, they didn''t deserve to wear the red jersey.


    Ferguson remained seated on the bench, chewing gum as usual, showing no signs of agitation after the goal. After ten years in that position, if conceding a goal made him jump up and shout on the sidelines every time, he would have been fired long ago.


    The control, the blood of the Red Devils, and their ability to rpose themselves were far beyond mere yer capabilities on the field.


    In fact, it could be argued that during Ferguson''s era, not all Manchester United yers were exceptionally talented, but their formidable spirit imbued many average yers with a royal aura, enhancing their tactical abilities in teamwork.


    With the setback of conceding a goal, Manchester United wasted no time in putting pressure back on Millwall. They quickly shifted to their renowned tactic of attacking down the nks.


    Thuram underestimated the young talent on Manchester United''s wings, specifically the 21-year-old Welsh superstar, Giggs.


    It was only after Giggs elerated past Thuram with a change of direction that the defender realized how foolish he had been! Especially considering that Aldrich had specifically warned him about Giggs before the match.


    Thuram''s moment of negligence was instinctive; he quickly corrected his mistake, intercepting the ball from Giggs''s feet.


    Aldrich observed this from the sidelines but didn''t say much. In past encounters, Thuram would have typically closed in with physicality, denying Giggs any space to maneuver. However, his quick adjustment prevented him from beingpletely fooled, suggesting he wasn''t toote in recognizing the threat.


    Millwall''s midfield dropped back deeply in defense due to the enormous pressure from Manchester United, although they struggled to create significant shooting opportunities.


    At this point, Millwall truly felt the pace of Premier League football.


    The technical skills of the yers had surpassed those in League One, with a noticeable increase in speed and ball movement. Long passes across the field were particrly dangerous; United was quick to capitalize on even the smallest openings. Beckham''s long pass from the right, Keane orchestrating y in the middle, alongside Giggs''s breakthroughs, kept Millwall''s defenders on high alert.


    Manchester United''s tactical approach of attacking from both wings was well-honed and heavily reliant on midfield control. Their tempo was something few other Premier League teams could match.


    The ball traversed vertically with far greater frequency than blindly passing horizontally.


    Giggs crossed into the middle, where Barth received the ball before passing it to Keane, who then set up Beckham. Beckham, spotting Cole making a run, passed it back to him, but Cole was unable to turn as the ball was quickly redirected back to Giggs.


    "The ball shifts back and forth across the field like a constantly swaying pendulum, effectively utilizing the width of the pitch. This inevitably causes the opponent''s overall formation to tilt toward the side where the ball is located. When the opponent''s formation cannot keep pace with Manchester United''s rate of ball movement, gaps will emerge. At that moment, the threat of attacking down both wings will significantly increase."


    Relying solely on a single line, whether in midfield or defense, to cover 70 to 80 yards in width was impractical. Only by deploying additional defensive yers could they hope to close down the spaces during vertical transitions.


    Thus, on Millwall''s nks, Pires and Schneider dropped back deeply, while Nedved and Mak��l��l�� formed a barrier in front of the defense. Expecting Mak��l��l�� to cover vertically alone to stifle United''s attack was wishful thinking.


    Despite having the advantage, Manchester United''s crosses from Giggs and Beckham yielded little sess; Southgate and Stam dominated aerial battles, while Cole''s attempts to collect the ball outside the box were thwarted by Mak��l��l��''s pressure, diminishing their effectiveness.


    After stabilizing against United''s relentless attacks, Millwall managed to get the ball to Nedved a few times but failed to build a counterattack. Keane''s reputation as a tough defender matched the evidence seen on the pitch, and with Barth being more defensive than offensive, United maintained control of the midfield. Whenever their attacks faltered, they quickly regained possession to orchestrate a new offensive.


    It wasn''t until ten minutes into the game that Millwall began to grasp the speed and strength of Premier League teams. Nedved discovered he couldn''t turn with the ball at his feet in midfield; such openings had vanished since Manchester United hit their stride.


    After Mak��l��l�� intercepted the ball from a cutting Giggs, he didn''t pass to Nedved, as Keane was already lurking behind him, aiming for an interception. Instead, Mak��l��l�� switched the ball to the left nk.


    Young Neil received the pass, clearly aware that since the ball reached him rather than Nedved, Millwall''s counterattack had to change.


    Before Beckham could press forward, Neil passed the ball to Pires and made a swift run.


    Just like in the previous season when Beckham faced Millwall against Middlesbrough, he turned to tackle Pires but soon found himself outdone as Pires and the advancing Neil executed a simple two-on-one, leaving him bewildered.


    Neil''s forward run surprised United, Beckham was left trailing, and Keane had to abandon his post beside Nedved to track back. Neil and Piresbined expertly along the nk, with Keane unable to touch the ball as he watched Pires carry it into United''s half.


    Neville rushed in to block, but Pires passed the ball across to Neil just as Keane prepared to slide in. However, Neil''s deft touch allowed the ball to slip past him into the waiting feet of Nedved.


    Before Barth could intercept, Nedved sent a precise through ball into the box.


    As Millwall entered United''s half, Bruce closely shadowed Trezeguet. He wouldn''t make the same mistake twice.


    But just as Nedved''s pass arrived, he pulled to the left, which instinctively drew Bruce with him. To his shock, he saw the ball pass behind him into the box, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a deep blue shadow.


    Trezeguet and Larsson''s coordination was nothing short of mesmerizing. They never upied the same space nor ovepped positions, with one always drawing defenders while the other struck decisively.


    This time, Trezeguet drew Bruce''s attention while Larsson made a sharp run into the box, with Palister following closely behind. Yet Larsson was known for his decisiveness, executing the attack in the simplest way possible.


    He met Nedved''s through ball without breaking his stride, swinging his leg for a powerful shot just as Palister rushed in to block.


    Schmeichel dove the right way, fully extending his body, but his fingertips couldn''t reach the ball.


    Turning his head, he witnessed, to his astonishment, the ball hit the back of the.


    With twelve minutes gone, Millwall led 2-0 against the mighty Manchester United!

 Chapter 72: The Tactical Twist

    <h4>Chapter 72: The Tactical Twist</h4>


    Whether you ask Millwall fans or Manchester United supporters, no one could have predicted such a shocking start to the match.


    In just 12 minutes, Millwall was leading Manchester United 2-0 away!


    After scoring, Larsson jogged towards the East Stand, where a sea of ecstatic Millwall fans stood up, raising their arms and cheering wildly for him. They were so ovee with joy that it was hard to describe how they felt inside.


    Two goals, two goals��hell yeah, we''re two goals up against the damn Manchester United!


    His teammates rushed over, and Larsson turned to point at Nedv��d. The two embraced, while Pires pumped his fists toward the stand, signaling Millwall''s dominance.


    "Andy, are we dreaming? The best team in the Premier League history is facing a newly promoted side for the first time, and in just 12 minutes, they''re two goals down at home? Is this Manchester United? Or have the yers switched jerseys?"


    "What an incredible goal! Martin, look at this attack from Millwall. It started with Mak��l��l�� winning the ball, then it went through Neil, Pires, Nedv��d, and finally to Larsson. It was a beautiful team y��five yers executed a wlessbination, passing the ball perfectly without lingering too long on it. The United defenders didn''t even get a chance to foul! And look at Trezeguet''s movement; he not only scores but also creates space for his teammates. Bruce was still haunted by the first goal, so he fixed his eyes on Trezeguet and lost his position. Larsson''s move and shot were top-notch. Wasn''t Manchester United trying to buy Larsson all summer? What are they waiting for? A yer like that is exactly what they need!"


    "But United can only field two forwards. With Cantona returning from suspension, are they really going to bench Cole, who cost them ��650,000?"


    "Ha! Ferguson can''t sit still! Look at his face; it''s not a pretty sight."


    As Aldrich and his coaching staff cheered from the sidelines, he was truly relishing this moment.


    At Old Trafford, over sixty thousand Manchester United fans were stunned into silence.


    To quiet down this noisy stadium was an achievement in itself!


    Once the celebrations faded, he nced at Ferguson, who stood with a grim expression at the side of the pitch, clearly dissatisfied with his yers'' performance.


    Aldrich quickly averted his eyes, maintaining a calm demeanor, but inside he couldn''t help but smirk.


    Old fox, don''t think you can just sit there chewing gum for 90 minutes and take the three points easily!


    Inparison to Manchester United, Millwall felt like a grain of sand in the ocean, but if they took us lightly, they would pay the price!


    Ferguson''s face was stern. He couldn''t help but shoot a nce at the rxed Aldrich, whose stylish suit made him look like a fashionista. Yet it was undeniable that he had considerable tactical knowledge.


    Ferguson never underestimated Millwall; he had been keeping an eye on their yers, like Nedv��d. If it weren''t for the fact that United already had Keane and Butt, and that Scholes was on the bench, he might have inquired about the feasibility of a transfer for Nedv��d.


    Last season, Millwall''s attacking five-man front line had been firing on all cylinders, with Nedv��d being the crucial link in the middle. Before the match, Ferguson instructed Keane to focus closely on the Czech yer, not expecting Millwall''s attacking strategy to have found a new avenue this game.


    An unexpected point of attack: the fullbacks!


    Last season, Millwall had never allowed their fullbacks to venture forward boldly.


    But just now, Lucas Neilunched an attack from the left, running forward and linking up smoothly with Pires, effectively disrupting United''s defense. Although the final pass was made by Nedv��d, without Neil''s advance to draw Keane''s attention, it''s likely that Nedv��d would never have had the chance to assist.


    Millwall''s attacking y was not only maturing in the midfield but now included elements of fullback aggression, making their tactics even more varied and unpredictable.


    Aldrich was indeed a crafty one; behind that humble smile hid a dagger aimed right at the enemy''s heart!


    The tactical struggle on the pitch was essentially a game of offense versus defense, with each side equal. The deeper the killing move was hidden, the greater the chance of sess.


    It was unrealistic for Millwall to break through United''s defense relying solely on their front five, especially with United''s two tenacious midfielders, Keane and Butt, who would minimize Nedv��d''s organizational role. Given that this situation would recur against future opponents, who would also strategize to limit Nedv��d''s effectiveness, Aldrich had emphasized advancing fullbacks during summer training this season.


    The value of fullbacks will continue to rise over time, and quality fullbacks will be increasingly hard to find. The main reason is that forwards and midfielders are heavily marked, reducing their space to maneuver, while fullbacks have ample space and time to create assist opportunities.


    Ferguson began pacing the sidelines, and his yers were seething with anger.


    Especially Bruce, who bears at least one and a half responsibilities for the two goals conceded.


    After Manchester United resumed y, Ferguson was shocked to find that whenever Millwall got a chance to attack, their tactics tilted toward the left, targeting Bruce''s defensive position!


    From the sidelines, Aldrich watched as Pires took a step inward, easily shaking off Bruce to take a long shot. Although it went wide, he nodded in approval.


    Hit where it hurts!


    After all, Bruce was thirty-four years old.


    His body couldn''t keep up; he turned slowly, and his footwork was sluggish. Even his judgment sometimes wavered. The first two goals scored by Millwall had been right on his side, which had been part of the tactical assignment before the match. Naturally, the biggest soft spot in United''s defense was thebination of young Gary Neville and aging Steve Bruce!


    In contrast, Pallister and Irwin were quite calm, as Millwall wouldn''t actively seek to challenge those tougher opponents.


    After Millwall took the lead by two goals, United didn''t mount an immediate counterattack. On the contrary, Millwall''s momentum surged, frequently opening up opportunities down the left nk.


    Neil ovepped, and Nedv��d moved in that direction as well, with Pires joining them. The three worked some beautiful one-touch passes in a tight space. After two attempts to cut inside, Pires started to draw Neville closer. So when Pires received the ball for the third time, Neville was prepared to block his inside route, but Pires calmly passed the ball to the left side, just as it seemed the ball was about to cross the touchline. Neil, making his forward run, took a decisive touch and charged toward the baseline.


    From the baseline, Neil crossed the ball into the box.


    Trezeguet once again got ahead of Bruce and headed the ball, but unfortunately, the angle was too tight, and the header went wide.


    Afterpleting the cross, Neil immediately sprinted back to fulfill his defensive duties.


    This season, Aldrich had been clear with several of his fullbacks before the season began. Neil, Zambrotta, and Capdev, who would be joining the first team in the second half of the season, would all share ying time. Rotation was necessary since they were young, allowing them to run as hard as they could in each match.


    Watching the left nk dominate the attack, Aldrich cast a nce at Beckham.


    See that?


    This is the future of football: fullbacks need to run up and down between attack and defense. Do you really think wingers don''t need to defend?


    Look at what Millwall is doing to the right side!


    If you could keep up with Neil''s pacing and be familiar with this up-and-down style, you could not onlypensate for Neville''sck of experience but also earn yourself a better reputation!


    ying football isn''t just about having nifty footwork; everyone has to do their dirty work!


    Ferguson studied Millwall''s attacking tactics closely from the sidelines for ten minutes and quickly grasped their strategy. Then, taking advantage of a dead ball, he began rying instructions to his yers.


    Opportunity and risk coexist.


    Beckham couldn''t drop deeper to defend, and Ferguson couldn''t scream at him from the sidelines and expect him to transform instantly. Instead, he would have to rely on the midfield yers to help fill the gaps in defense.


    After confirming that Mak��l��l�� rarely ventured forward to assist, Ferguson instructed Butt to mark Nedv��d while Keane would shore up the right-side defense.


    Just when Neil prepared to cooperate with Pires again by advancing, he took a big touch and was decisively intercepted by Keane. The ball was subsequently passed directly to Beckham.


    "Stop daydreaming, kid! Get up there!" Keane yelled after seeing how leisurely Beckham was handling the ball.


    Beckham felt a bit dazed after the 2-0 deficit; he awkwardly noticed that pushing forward wasn''t feasible, and retreating to defend was also a challenge. If he attacked, he left space behind him, and retreating couldn''t match Neil''s sprinting or Pires''s advantageous position behind him.


    But now that he had the ball, he noticed the space before him open up.


    That''s right; with Neil pushing forward, there wasn''t a fullback to guard the left!


    Shouted on by Keane, Beckham took the ball forward. Though not as quick as Giggs, he wasn''t slow either, as the space in front gave him plenty of room to work with.


    Seeing Beckham approach, Mak��l��l�� noticed Nedv��d tracking back with Keane and swiftly rushed to support the left side, nning to halt Beckham''s attack.


    Recognizing Mak��l��l�� rushing toward him, Beckham quickly controlled the ball, remembering his experience fromst season at Millwall. He understood how excellent Mak��l��l��''s defensive skills were, and his smart move was to pass the ball before his opponent got too close.


    But who to pass to? Keane was tightly marked by Nedv��d, and a direct pass into the box would lead to another futile effort.


    At that moment, someone waved from the center, and Beckham quickly delivered a low ball over.


    Butt decisively surged forward after receiving Beckham''s pass, heading straight into the opponent''s box.


    Butt with the ball, Giggs on the left, Cole and Mcir in the box��Millwall was outnumbered here, with only Thuram, Stam, and Southgate to defend.


    United were set to counterattack��four against three!

 Chapter 73: A Double-Edged Sword

    <h4>Chapter 73: A Double-Edged Sword</h4>


    The fullback''s offensive contribution is a double-edged sword; if utilized well, they can dominate the game, but if mishandled, it can backfire catastrophically. Just as Lucas Neill crossed the halfway line, he lost the ball, and Millwall''s budding attack fell t. The next moment, Manchester United wasunching a counterattack!


    Butt carried the ball to the edge of the penalty area, enjoying ample space and time to assess the situation.


    Giggs engaged in a duel with Thuram on the wing, effectively canceling each other out, while in the central region of the penalty area, it was a three-on-two advantage for Manchester United.


    Mcir had been invisible for most of the first thirty minutes, but this time, he cleverly made a run to the left, positioning himself as if ready to receive a through ball from a teammate. Naturally, Stam followed him closely, prompting Butt to choose to carry the ball to the right.


    Cole moved out, using his body to shield against Southgate. Butt passed the ball to Cole and continued sprinting to the right, looking for a one-two setup. Cole decisively flicked the ball forward for Butt.


    With no other option, Southgate had to turn and block Butt. If Butt were allowed to advance any further, it would be a clear one-on-one opportunity, even if the shooting angle wasn''t ideal.


    As soon as Southgate moved, Butt cleverly passed the ball back to Cole, who had turned to face the goal. Southgate lost his position, leaving enough space for Cole to advance. He took a step forward, made his adjustment, and then Andy Cole unleashed a furious shot!


    The ball rolled into the Millwall like a cannonball skimming the grass, and Keller dove to save but was clearly a moment toote.


    "What a beautiful shot! Manchester United pulls one back! Andy Cole''s calm finish does not betray his teammates'' efforts. The primary credit goes to Nicky Butt, whose forward run tore open Millwall''s defense, creating a scoring opportunity through Cole''s seamless coordination. Can Manchester United turn it around? At least Millwall should be getting nervous now."


    "Martin, should Millwall give up on letting Neill venture forward? If he hadn''t gone up, Manchester United wouldn''t have had this counterattack chance. It''s clear that if he makes a mistake or fails to return on time, Manchester United would have a significant advantage in the counterattack, and the vertical space in Millwall''s defense would be too big. That''s a deadly w for a team like Manchester United, which excels at wing attacks."


    "I don''t know, I don''t know. Aldrich''s team has surprised us before; who knows what Millwall will do next. All we can do is enjoy the match. I believe these next fifty minutes will be even more exciting."


    After scoring, Cole didn''t celebrate. He ran to the goal, hugged the ball to his chest, and sprinted back to his half. The other Manchester United yers did the same; they had no intention of celebrating yet.


    They had only pulled one back��still a long way from a celebration!


    Ferguson looked a bit relieved, while Aldrich remained calm.


    It was indeed Neill''s error that led to the goal, but such things are unavoidable.


    No tactical evolutiones without sacrifices.


    That''s why Aldrich is cautious in restructuring the team. He never makes drastic changes; it''s not enough to just exin tactics to the yers for them to execute perfectly.


    Experience is needed to know when to push forward, and it''s also crucial for teammates to adjust their defensive positions when fullbacks venture forward.


    In fact, it would have been smarter for Millwall to shift their focus to the right side after Manchester United strengthened their defense on that nk. Even if they couldn''t replicate the effect on the left, they could tire out Keane and Butt, who were running vertically back and forth, creating openings in the center.


    But the cautious Aldrich concentrated on building his attack on the left. Pires'' cutting ability is stronger than Schneider''s, and he has a better scoring capability inside the box. Thus, his partnership provides a greater threat. Trying to have Thuram and Schneider execute the same ys on the right might not yield the desired results. It''s a matter of how yers feel in different areas��Schneider bes less threatening as he nears the edge of the penalty area. His ability to assist from the wing is unquestionable, but transforming him into a modern winger who directly threatens the goal is a tall order.


    Moreover, issuing tactical instructions for both wings to push forward could easily cause initial confusion in the attack. Tactical changes require a period of adaptation and cohesion.


    Old Trafford erupted in apuse, urging the Red Devils to keep the pressure on.


    Neill felt a bit dejected but soon lifted his head, regaining his spirit. He considered himself tough; there was no point in dwelling on mistakes. The boss had told them during training to be bold in their offensive runs and not to fear errors.


    After all, failure is the mother of sess; it''s no big deal for a young yer to make a mistake.


    Following the earlier goal conceded, Neill settled on the wing, focusing on his defensive duties, keeping a close watch on Beckham. Although he was younger than Beckham, he yed fiercely, with an aggressive approach and a robust physicality. A solid collision with him might leave little chance for little David to retaliate.


    From the first minute, the pace of the match was fric. It wasn''t just because Millwall quickened the tempo in their attacks, but also because theymitted fully to defense, forcing Manchester United yers not to hold onto the ball for too long, or they would fall into a double-team trap.


    With the threat on the right side neutralized, Keane and Nedv��d shed in midfield, often engaging one another.


    Nedv��d fell, then got up, fell again, and got up. Keane collided with Nedv��d, only to identally fall himself but quickly rose again. Keane got the ball back, and as Nedv��d lunged to steal it, Keane knocked him down. Without hesitation, he got back up, fell, and repeated the cycle.


    Their jerseys were the dirtiest, resembling ones worn in a wrestling match in a muddy field.


    After several confrontations, Keane couldn''t help but steal a few nces at the quiet, focused Nedv��d, thinking to himself: Is this even human?


    He''s a real butcher, but also a tough as nails guy. If he takes out an opponent who then starts rolling around pretending to be hurt, he''d just spit and curse under his breath, too indifferent to look down on them. If his opponent ys tricks, he''d barrel straight for their legs and proudly shout, "I''m gonna fucking take you out!"


    However, when faced with an opponent like Nedv��d, who would silently fall to the ground only to get back up and continue fighting, Keane couldn''t help but feel a surge of admiration within him.


    Damn, finally, he''s seen a real man.


    Respect aside, the intensity of the confrontation wouldn''t diminish!


    It became a battle of wills; who was tougher?


    Due to the conservative y on the wings, Keane tangled with Nedv��d again in the middle. Pires and Schneider''s retreat to regain control of the ball didn''t yield results. As the first half drew to a close, Manchester United pressed forward, more ustomed to the pitch and disying better coordination, able to keep the ball under control with quick passes.


    Butt passed the ball to Giggs, who drifted towards the center instead of proceeding down the left nk. Clearly, he was at a disadvantage against Thuram, who, despite Giggs'' speed, wouldn''t create space and directly used his body to block. Even if the ball got by, his presence would remain.


    So Giggs drove the ball towards the middle, passing roughly thirty-five yards outside the penalty area to the also wandering Beckham. The two ''ss of ''92'' teammates executed a brilliant y, with Beckham unhesitatingly opting for a delicate lob as the ball floated gently into Millwall''s penalty area.


    Who was the ball passed to?


    Stam aimed to head the ball clear, but Mcir next to him blocked him with his body and tugged at his shirt. Stam jumped forcefully but couldn''t reach his highest and missed the ball, which flew just ten centimeters above his head and headed diagonally backward.


    As soon as Giggs passed, he sprinted into the box with astonishing speed. Thuram rushed in from the side, just as Giggs controlled the ball on his chest. Before the ball even touched the ground, he was sent crashing to the ground in the penalty area, while Thuram, along the side of his body, kicked the ball out of the box.


    Unexpectedly, referee Paul Durkin blew his whistle and pointed to the penalty spot.


    Thuram, incredulous, held his head in disbelief and pleaded innocently with the referee.


    "Penalty! Durkin has awarded a penalty, giving Manchester United a chance to equalize in stoppage time! Instant rey clearly shows that Thuram collided with Giggs from the side, so this penalty is indisputable."


    Aldrich on the sidelinesined to the fourth official.


    "Hey, Keane of the opposing team has knocked down my yers in midfield countless times, but the referee hasn''t blown the whistle once. I won''t say anything about it��this is how the Premier League works��but why did my defender receive interference while challenging for the ball? They didn''t jump but instead distracted my yer, clearly holding the jersey! Isn''t that a foul? The referee should have called a foul on Mcir in the box, resulting in a free kick for us, instead of the penalty giventer!"


    Aldrich had one hand on his hip, waving his other hand, but the fourth official remained expressionless, seeming uninterested in listening.


    Millwall''s yers also argued with referee Durkin, asserting that Stam was obstructed on the jump. Mcir''s action was not discreet, and without interference, Stam could have cleared the ball with ease.


    Durkin shook his head, ignoring their protests and gestured for them to move aside.


    Southgate tried to calm his teammates down, then approached the referee for a reasonable discussion. Durkin, however, simply shook his head and ultimately issued Southgate a yellow card.


    Aldrich, witnessing this, angrily shouted at the fourth official: "Is this the so-called fairness? You can''t even listen to reason?"


    "Mr. Hall, please mind yournguage. I will report everything in the match report."


    "You better write it down word for word! I will write it as well, you idiots just awarded a penalty to Manchester United!"


    Aldrich gave a cold smirk before turning on his heels, already spotting the refereeing toward him.


    Durkin warned Aldrich, who stood silently with a stoic face amidughter from the Manchester United fans.


    In the stands, Mnie, along with Millwall''s fans, voiced their displeasure at referee Durkin, while she pursed her lips, feeling a bit sorry for Aldrich at that moment. But she admired his poise, standing straight on the sidelines like a true man!


    Cole calmly stepped up to take the penalty, scoring effortlessly, and shortly after, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the half.


    "With 45 minutes gone, Manchester United has taken the match back to square one!"

 Chapter 74: The Free Kick of Destiny

    <h4>Chapter 74: The Free Kick of Destiny</h4>


    As the first half came to a close, the yers made their way toward the tunnel. Both teams maintained an ordinary demeanor, but the Millwall yers were a bit disgruntled. Aldrich walked towards the tunnel from the sidelines, while fans in the stands leaned over, gesturing at him in various ways.


    Booing, jeering, sarcastic apuse, curses,ughter, and even shouts rang out: "London boy, don''t get too excited! We''re Manchester United, and we won''t be easily beaten. So what if we''re two goals ahead? By the time the match is over, you''ll be crying your way back to London!"


    Aldrich walked on with a calm expression, unaffected by the pressure from the Manchester United fans. It was the most foolish thing to engage with them.


    Once back in the locker room, Aldrich nced at the yers. They all seemed okay, their spirits intact. Clearly,peting against a powerhouse like Manchester United was an opportunity they longed for.


    However, he noticed that Trezeguet was breathing noticeably faster than the others. Despite having regained his physical condition through pre-season training, the fast pace of the match was taking a toll on him. The indulgence of the summer holiday still lingered on.


    Aldrich took out a pen and sketched a simple tactical diagram on the board, circling Neil''s position. He turned to Neil and said, "Forget the first half. In the second half, keep pushing forward to support the attack, and don''t carry any psychological burden."


    Neil nodded vigorously. Toward the end of the first half, he had been afraid that another mistake while pushing forward would lead to a goal against them, so he had stayed cautious and grounded.


    Aldrich held back a crucial thought; in reality, he felt half of the me for the goal conceded after Neil''s mistake rested on his shoulders as the head coach.


    "ude, if we find ourselves in a simr situation as the first goal again, don''t rush to intercept the counterattack. Retreat first, even if it means returning to the penalty area. Just make sure we''re not outnumbered in the most dangerous areas in front of our goal,pressing the space for their attack before they enter our box."


    As Aldrich addressed Makelele, the yers instinctively lifted their heads to look at him. Noticing his calm smile, they couldn''t help but feel that Aldrich''s aura of charisma had somehow intensified.


    In fact, Aldrich''s previous tactical arrangement had involved Makelele needed to quickly intercept counterattacks from the nks. However, that hadn''t been effective. The width of the field was a factor, and with Manchester United''s two-wing strategy, it was only natural that Makelele couldn''t outrun the ball. It was a tactical misjudgment on Aldrich''s part; when Makelele went to intercept Beckham, it left space in the center, giving Butt the opportunity to push forward.


    "Aldrich''s adjustments at halftime meant overturning his previous tactical setup, and he felt no shame in that. Mistakes are something everyone makes; errors are not to be feared, but it''s frightening to refuse to acknowledge them and fail to learn from them."


    By having Makelele retreat near the penalty area after a counterattack, even if Manchester United managed to prate the box with numerical superiority, Millwall''s defensive line wouldn''t be severelypromised, allowing them to maximize thepression of vertical attacking space.


    Afterying down some specific tactical instructions, Aldrich once again rallied the yers'' spirits, praising their performance during the first 45 minutes and hoping they could continue it in the second half.


    The halftime break ended, and the yers made their way back onto the pitch.


    Aldrich returned to the sidelines, hands in his pockets and chin tilted slightly up. This stance offered the yers a boost of confidence.


    His infectious attitude had gradually influenced the team over the past year.


    If a head coach were timid, retreating into a shell when facing Manchester United,cking the courage to challenge, even if Aldrich had the likes of Matth?us, Baggio, and Maldini��some of the best contemporary yers��they might still face a humiliating defeat.


    Ferguson took his ce on the touchline again, chewing gum as if he was calmly back in the pre-match zone.


    Referee Durgin''s whistle blew, signaling the start of the second half and Manchester United kicked off.


    Though the match was still tied, Manchester United was running out of time with only 45 minutes left. They clearly didn''t want to drop points in the first round of the league, especially not at home against a newly promoted team.


    As a result, Manchester Unitedunched a fierce offensive, and Millwall could only drop back to defend at the start of the second half.


    Watching the developing situation from the sidelines, Aldrich suddenly noticed something unusual about Man United''s formation. The number of red jerseys on the field seemed different from the first half.


    It was a visual trick; focusing on the midfield blurred the yers at either end of the pitch in his peripheral vision. Most of the time, he was intently watching the interactions between the two teams, and the red and blue silhouettes were roughly even as they moved about.


    But suddenly, he sensed that Manchester United had more yers involved in the attack than in the first half!


    Who?


    The extra yer had to be an unexpected element!


    He focused in and spotted a yer discreetly moving from defense into the attackers'' area.


    Left-back, Erwin.


    As Aldrich realized this, he saw Schneider teaming up with Thuram to press Giggs, who had just received the ball. Aldrich''s heart sank; there wasn''t even time to shout a warning. Giggs lightly passed the ball to his right, and Erwin, having spotted the opening, sprinted from Giggs''s right side toward the front.


    "Intercept him!" Aldrich yelled.


    The yers, highly focused, couldn''t possibly hear Aldrich''s shout, and even if they did, responding quickly was nearly impossible.


    Schneider and Thuram, having spotted the intery between Giggs and Erwin, instinctively reacted.


    Seeing he had the positional advantage, Thuram abandoned Giggs while Schneider dashed backward to cover the gap left by Thuram, ensuring that Giggs could not exploit any advantage in that moment.


    Thuram decisively sped up, aiming to intercept Erwin from the side. He extended his thigh to block Erwin, and in a fierce tackle, he managed to win the ball, but Erwin ended up on the ground.


    Durgin halted the match, signaling a foul by Thuram.


    Frustrated and helpless, Thuram bent down to pick up the ball and held it tightly in his hands before mming it onto the ground.


    Durgin produced a yellow card for Thuram.


    Aldrich was fuming but ended upughing at the absurdity as he shook his head and apuded.


    Damn it!


    Thuram''s action, though somewhat forceful, could it really be worse than Roy Keane''s tant tackle against Nedved?


    The location of the foul was neitherpletely advantageous nor disadvantageous; it was just outside Millwall''s penalty area, about thirty yards from goal.


    Beckham would take the free kick.


    Aldrich felt a chill go down his spine.


    When facing a master of set pieces, there''s little a coach can do.


    Should he assemble more yers in the wall? Or advise the goalkeeper which way to dive?


    "Aldrich couldn''t tell how far Beckham''s free-kick skills had developed today. Last season at Millwall, his free kicks were merely average."


    "Defending a direct free kick doesn''t involve overlyplex tactics. The wall blocks angles to the near post, while the goalkeeper covers the far post. The concept is straightforward: the wall acts as a barrier along the shortest straight-line path between the ball and the goal. yers jump to expand the defensive area, and the goalkeeper focuses on the far side. If the ball is aimed at the far corner, it will take longer to reach the goal, giving the goalkeeper more time to react."


    Millwall set up their wall, while other yers kept an eye on United''s attackers lurking inside and around the box.


    Calmly, Beckham stood behind the ball, observing the wall��a group of familiar faces.


    In the five months he had spent at Millwall, he was satisfied with everything except for the ending.


    But the thing that infuriated him the most was Aldrich''s yelling at him in the locker room.


    Having been chosen by Manchester United as a boy, Beckham had naturally grown up in pride, but Aldrich had left an indelible shadow on him.


    He needed to prove himself, especially in front of that young coach.


    With all his heart, he wanted to tell him: "You''re wrong!"


    Durgin''s whistle sounded, and Old Trafford fell silent.


    Under the spotlight, Beckham paced forward, his left foot firmly nting at his take-off point. Simultaneously, his left arm swung upwards in an arc to maintain bnce as he tilted significantly to the left. He struck the ball perfectly with the front part of his right foot, generating immense spin and power.


    The ball soared, spinning violently.


    The wall jumped, Sousgate reaching his highest, yet failing to touch the ball.


    It seemed the ball would fly over, but after clearing the wall, it began to dip while following an exaggerated arc that looked like a rainbow.


    As the wall came down, Millwall''s yers collectively turned to look at the goal, while goalkeeper Keller stood frozen in disbelief, his head turned, only to see the ball nestling into the. The stands at Old Trafford erupted like a tidal wave of red, cheer booming and resonating through the air!


    The Beckham arc rises!


    "3:2! Manchester United has turned the score around right at the start of the second half! From a disastrous two-goal deficit, they''ve reimed control of the match! That free kick was absolutely magical; the trajectory was simply breathtaking!"


    "It''s sheer artistry! David Beckham, having just emerged as a key yer for Manchester United, has proven his worth. n Hansen, you underestimated these kids; Beckham''s free kick is sure to be cherished for a long time!"


    Beckhamughed, joyfully opening his arms wide towards the stands, radiating pride and triumph!

 Chapter 75: Turning the Tide

    <h4>Chapter 75: ?Turning the Tide ?</h4>


    Not only Beckham but Ferguson was also smiling, apuding to praise his yers'' performance. Everything seemed to get back on track, returning to the familiar rhythm of the Red Devils, Manchester United.


    Just after the second half began, Manchester United scored a goal, overturning their poor start of being two goals down. With nearly forty minutes left in the match, United made a substitution first.


    Mcir, the forward who had been almost invisible in the first half, was taken off for Scholes.


    Seeing this substitution, Aldrich noticed Ferguson at the sidelines, giving tactical instructions to his yers. He understood that Ferguson wanted to stabilize the pace of the game.


    With Manchester United now in the lead, it would be Millwall who felt anxious. Bringing in Scholes could strengthen midfield control, and alongside the back-row reinforcements, his presence was a sharp weapon for counterattacks.


    At this time, Scholes did not have a fixed position in midfield; he was moving closer to the penalty area during the match. In the following two years, before the arrival of Yorke and Cole, who would form a deadly duo, Scholes had a high call among fans to rece the less favored Cole as a forward.


    A team that went from a two-goal lead to trailing by one��how devastating would it be after being scored on three times?


    At least Millwall''s yers on the field were not shaken in their confidence. Right after conceding the goal, they immediately set up their formation to get ready for the kick-off from the center circle.


    Aldrich felt gratified; after a year of experience in League One, this young Millwall team''s greatest confidence was their ability to score!


    Last season, they had scored a staggering 140 goals across the league and cuppetitionsbined. Scoring was not an issue for them.


    Falling behind is nothing to worry about!


    In the stands, Manchester United fans began to sing loudly, their voices booming.


    Meanwhile, Millwall''s fans in the East Stand were somewhat bewildered, stunned into silence after being overturned from a two-goal lead.


    Brady nced around and suddenly clenched his fists, swinging them in front of him as he began to chant: "Nobody likes us, we don''t care! Nobody likes us, we don''t care!"


    He looked left and right, continuously repeating the chant until gradually, the East Stand erupted in a synchronized chorus from Millwall fans, their voices echoing like thunder.


    Even though there were no disturbances between the fans in the stands, behind the calm facadey Manchester United fans'' scorn for the Millwall supporters. They resembled affluent magnates, while Millwall fans appeared as street beggars��why should they pay any heed to those who ask for alms? Isn''t that just sullying their own eyes, dirtying their own hands, and degrading their own reputation?


    After Aldrich saw Scholese on, Manchester United tried to toy with Millwall by passing the ball around in midfield. He strolled casually along the sidelines, chuckling to himself: Is the game over? Old fox, you''ve made a mistake that might be irreparable!


    As United tried to control the midfield to set the game''s tempo, Millwall''s yers organized a frantic but orderly press, preventing United from controlling the match for even a minute!


    Scholes had the ball at his feet and intended to pass it directly back to Keane, but Makelele intervened with a quick foot, deflecting the ball to the left nk. Beckham just managed to control it when Neil came in with a precise tackle to steal the ball, leaving a wobbly Beckham, struggling to keep his bnce,pletely unable to get back on defense.


    Neil surged forward again, the pace of the attack undiminished.


    Butt closely tracked Nedved, while Keane was hustling over to support the nks. After a quick one-two with Pires, Neil took two dribbles toward the left side in front of the penalty area, while Gary Neville positioned himself to monitor Pires as he advanced toward the box.


    Millwall had focused their attacks on the left nk in the first half, causing United''s defense to lean to the right. In Neville''s view, the only thing apart from Neil with the ball was Pires not far off, which was enough to make him uneasy.


    Bruce and Palister closely marked Trezeguet and Larsson, both of whom coincidentally darted toward the left in a bid to create a numerical advantage in that area, causing the defenders to follow suit.


    Just as Neil found himself with limited space to carry the ball, Neville decided to step up, but Neil surprised everyone by ying the ball across the middle.


    Shock ran through the United defense. Was that a pass to Nedved?


    Turning to look, they realized Nedved hadn''t moved up; he was merely drawing Butter''s attention.


    However, on the path the ball rolled toward the center, a Millwall yer raced in.


    Who was it?


    Bernd Schneider!


    After assisting Trezeguet''s early goal, the young German yer, who hadn''t made any impressive ys since, surprisingly positioned himself at the edge of the penalty area!


    Ferguson utilizing Erwin''s to venture forward and earn a free kick had rxed the attention on Schneider''s marking.


    As United''s defense tilted to the right, the two forwards had drawn the center-back''s attention away with their movement, leaving Schneider unmarked in the middle, while Erwin''ste support came too slowly.


    Facing this pass, Schneider distinctly remembered Aldrich''s tactical request.


    Focusing attacks on the weak defensive right side of United had been the theme in the first half. Now, as United attempted to shore up their right nk, Schneider had more room to maneuver toward the center.


    Arriving at this position, he could either pass it off again or take a shot himself! Whatever he chose, he must absolutely not hesitate!


    Observing the gaping hole in the United defense, Schneider''s eyes filled with determination. He had been watching closely before he reached the receiving position, noticing Trezeguet and Larsson''s run toward the left. As the ball rolled toward him on the right, Palister abandoned his mark on Larsson, rushing toward him.


    Was it a pass to Larsson?


    But there was still too little space.


    Schneider decisively opted for a long-range shot.


    The boss had said before that matches against Manchester United were crucial encounters fitting of Millwall''s level!


    If he intended to be here, he had to have the ability to rise to such a grand asion!


    Schneider was well aware that his dribbling and prative abilities could not match Pires on the left, but he had a strong and determined heart.


    I must be worthy of such a battle!


    Boss, keep your eyes wide open; I won''t let you down!


    When the ball rolled before him, Schneider had already adjusted his steps, bending his right leg back, unleashing a fierce shot!


    The perfect posture of his striking body captured in a powerful, heroic moment.


    Deep within, Schneider roared: "Damn it, ball, get into Manchester United''s goal! I don''t care if it''s Schmeichel; even if he were a god, he wouldn''t stop Millwall from stepping on the lofty Manchester United!"


    Bang!


    The ball shot off like a cannonball, with no spin at all, arcing towards the upper left corner of the United goal!


    Schmeichel lunged for it, but the angle was too tight; he couldn''t reach the ball.


    Then, a muted thud reverberated around the stadium, sounding particrly striking amidst the silence.


    The ball struck the crossbar but hit the lower side and ricocheted into the.


    With gritted teeth and a fierce look on his face, Schneider saw the ball hit the back of the. He clenched his fists in celebration and then turned to run towards the coaching staff with his arms wide open.


    Old Trafford fell into a deafening silence, with the Red Devils fans dumbfounded.


    That world-ss goal was absolutely perfect, beyond criticism; it was simply enviable!


    Millwall''s fans in the East Stand erupted in unison, waving their arms and generating a roaring tide of noise.


    "A stunning long-range shot, a brilliant world-ss goal! Germany has produced another talent capable of reaching the world stage! His name is Bernd Schneider! What kind of magic does Aldrich possess? Why are all his yers so astonishing? Even more impressively, we can see Millwall''s fighting spirit after being overturned; it''s like they haven''t been affected by conceding three goals, patiently and purposefully attacking again to score!"


    "Martin, you are absolutely right! I once doubted Schneider was just lucky to assist early in the game, but that''s clearly not the case. Millwall''s attacking strategy is intricately structured; they focused on the left nk, exploiting United''s soft spots. Bruce, being too old, simply couldn''t cope with the aggressive forwards. Meanwhile, as United''s defense began to patch up this weakness, vulnerabilities appeared on the other side. Young Neil would pass the ball to the right, and that has to be the coach''s game n; otherwise, he would surely have continued to progress with Pires or directly coordinate with the forwards. Still, his cross neatly exploited the cracks in United''s defense. This attack from Millwall was not random or isted; it stemmed from their efforts in the previous fifty-five minutes!"


    "United had just wanted to stabilize the game''s rhythm, trying to lead Millwall by the nose, but they were wrong; they could not control the game tempo at all, and Millwall defiantly rejected United''s domination!"


    With a smile on his face, Aldrich watched as his coaches and substitutes rushed out to wee Schneider, who ran toward them like a hero, embracing in a jubnt celebration.


    Once the crowd dispersed, Aldrich straightened his suit slightly, his mind still filled with a powerful belief in victory.


    United''s goal conceded was half self-inflicted.


    You want to stabilize the game tempo?


    What a joke.


    The yers had been mentally focused and running with full effort since the very first second of the match. Physically, they were in an extremely elevated state. For United, once they took the lead, they intended to slow down; however, abruptly halting their physical momentum would require a warm-up period to rev up again.


    Just a moment ago, Neil had intercepted Beckham''s ball. In some sense, that demonstrated Beckham''s decline, his slower handling��even Keane and other defenders were clearly a step behind Millwall''s attacking yers!


    And Schneider''s impact at this point was no mere coincidence.


    Millwall''s front-line attack had developed a set of effective tactics in League One; they were already adept at using the nks to deceive. However, today against Manchester United, the strong left nk attack was not a feint��it was a heavy blow delivered with intent.


    Disregarding Ferguson''s expression at this moment, Aldrich made a substitution after leveling the score.


    During halftime, all the substitutes were warming up on the sidelines, with Solskj?r, Back, and Vieira continuing their warm-ups as the second half began.


    At this point, Aldrich substituted Solskj?r for Trezeguet.


    As Trezeguet left the field, his head down, Aldrich weed him, smiling as he said, "Do you know why I substituted you?"


    Trezeguet lifted his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he replied, "Boss, I understand now."


    After the indulgences of the offseason, it was apparent that his stamina was failing to keep up with the match tempo. During Manchester United''s attacks, his ability to drop back and disrupt y was diminishing. Although Aldrich had nned to substitute him at sixty minutes, he made the change three minutes early.


    Aldrich patted him on the shoulder, smiling, "Just understand."


    Trezeguet took the jacket handed to him by Craig, put it on, and after high-fiving his teammates, he sat down, silently resolving to train harder when he got back.


    Today''s match against Manchester United made him realize just how intense the games between strong teams could be and how fast the pace was��nothingpared tost year''s match against Middlesbrough.

 Chapter 76: The King of Lions

    <h4>Chapter 76: The King of Lions</h4>


    Manchester United suffered a crushing blow despite appearing to have the game in hand, a strike that left them reeling for a considerable time. Not only had they lost control of the game''s rhythm, but they also surrendered midfield dominance!


    After Solskj?r came on, he positioned himself as a second striker but didn''t directly rece Trezeguet at the front line; instead, Larsson was left to spearhead the attack alone.


    Mak��l��l��, Nedv��d, and the retreating Solskj?r together orchestrated beautiful y from the midfield, creating continuous excitingbinations that left Manchester United scrambling to keep up.


    Schneiderunched a cross from the nk, and Larsson cleverly anticipated the near-post header. It seemed like a sure goal until Schmeichel made a world-ss save, diving to deflect the ball over the goal line.


    From the corner, Palister attempted to clear with a header, but Solskj?r,ing out of the penalty area, shot just wide.


    Millwall''s attacking momentum surged like a tide, with United''s goal under siege.


    Ferguson could no longer sit idly; he stepped to the side of the pitch, loudly directing his yers.


    Before United could regain theirposure, Millwallunched relentless attacks and, against all odds, took the lead once more!


    Nedv��d made a quick run to connect with Pir��s'' pass and then ryed it to the retreating forward, who caught United''s defense off guard: Larsson.


    Bruce and Palister were focused on Larsson, and in a split second, he darted back. They hesitated for a moment, and Larsson, with his back to goal, deftly nudged the ball with his heel, threading it between Palister and Bruce. Solskj?r surged into the box and pushed the ball toward goal. No matter how adept Schmeichel was, his arms couldn''t stretch wide enough to save it.


    The ball slipped into the bottom corner, and after shooting, Solskj?r was knocked to the ground by Bruce.


    "Oh my God! How many goals will this match see? In the seventy-third minute, Millwall leads again! Larsson and Solskj?r switched positions, with Solskj?r unexpectedly darting into the box while Larsson retained possession. The United defense momentarily lost focus and were punished; Solskj?r, a strikingly impressive forward, exhibited decisive and calm precision inside the box. The shot may not have looked quick, but the angle was strikingly urate. Schmeichel, having a hard day, was left vulnerable; it wasn''t his fault �C Millwall''s goals were all spectacr."


    Solskj?r got up from the ground, a confident and joyful smile on his boyish face. He raised his arms in triumph, fists clenched, much like Aldrich on the sidelines, signaling a deration of victory!


    Aldrich emphatically waved his fist in the air; that goal was simply magnificent.


    After bringing on Solskj?r, Millwall adjusted their formation from 4-4-2 to 4-2-3-1. Solskj?r lurked behind Larsson as a shadow striker, but more cleverly, he and Larsson could interchange positions, catching United''s defense off guard in an instant.


    The Scottish manager was furious!


    Ferguson''s face turned a deep shade of anger as he shouted at his yers with a piercing gaze, his iling arms giving a clearmand: Attack! Get your asses forward!


    Having conceded two goals within the first twelve minutes, United still had nearly eighty minutes to make aeback.


    But now with less than ten minutes left in the game, time was running out for United. Especially after thistest goal, many yers wore nk expressions, seemingly lost as to what to do next!


    Fortunately, Ferguson''s presence on the sidelines quickly pulled them from their nightmare, awakening the blood of the Red Devils once more.


    The Millwall fans in the stands sang loudly, celebrating.


    Who dares to underestimate us?


    What''s happened to Manchester United?


    The Lions are trampling on the Red Devils!


    Aldrich''s instructions to the team were straightforward. Like Ferguson, he urged his yers to keep pressing forward!


    At this point, the situation was clear: retreat meant death!


    United had once led 3-2 but now found themselves down 4-3!


    Millwall was in exactly the same boat; Aldrich couldn''t allow his yers to fall back �C this wasn''t Lion''s Den Stadium. This was Old Trafford, the Theater of Dreams!


    Here, the Red Devils'' fighting spirit was not to be underestimated; they were the sovereigns of this ce. Without the courage to dethrone the king, victory would remain unattainable!


    The pace of the game picked up even further than before, with both teams exchanging attacks. Shots were visible almost every minute; it wasn''t that both sides neglected defense, but at this fast pace, both teams exhibited excellent ball control, requiring just a few seconds toplete an attack.


    Giggs lost the ball, and Nedv��dunched a long pass over the halfway line. Larsson raced forward and took a shot from outside the penalty area, but Schmeichel dove expertly to parry the ball away for another world-ss save!


    Beckham crossed from the side, and Cole redirected the ball to Keane, who also attempted a long-range shot��this one sailing just over the crossbar.


    The teams exchanged breathless attacks, with spectators holding their breaths, fearing goals coulde at any second.


    Beckham''s threat from the right wing dwindled, resorting to blind crosses, while Cole''s chances to receive the ball in the box were increasingly rare. Even when opportunities arose, he couldn''t effectively challenge the goal.


    Throughout the game, Giggs, entangled with Thuram, began to retreat significantly. After receiving a pass from Butt, he set off on a dribbling run. Schneider closely pursued him, prompting Giggs to fake an inside cut before passing to the advancing Keane.


    Thuram blocked Giggs''s path to cut inside, forcing him to sharply alter direction and go to the byline. Keane delivered a diagonal pass to the edge of the box, and Giggs seeded in reaching the ball. Thuram had already retreated in time, but as he attempted to close in on Giggs, thetter''s footwork faster; he crossed it with his left foot!


    Millwall wasn''t intimidated by crosses near the goal, knowing Unitedcked a strong striker in the small box. However, Giggs aimed his pass outside the penalty area.


    Mak��l��l�� tightly marked Keane but soon realized the ball wasn''t headed towards him. At the edge of the box, a figure appeared: Scholes!


    Before the ball even hit the ground, Scholes struck it in mid-air. The ball, powerful and swift, flew toward the goal, bouncing just in front of it!


    The angle wasn''t particrly tricky, but it fooled the keeper Keller, who dove to the ground but failed to stop the shot as it slipped through his arms into the.


    "Scholes! Scholes saves Manchester United! In the eighty-first minute, United equalizes again; it''s now 4-4. Both coaches'' substitutions have had a notable impact. Although Scholes spent most of the match ''invisible,'' he reced Mcir, a forward. Scholes scoring proves his value!"


    Old Trafford erupted in cheers, but the United yers, still unsatisfied, quickly retrieved the ball to race back to the center circle.


    A draw wasn''t enough to satisfy the Red Devils.


    Aldrich scratched his head, feeling somewhat helpless.


    The game was unusually fast-paced, making it impossible to predict when another goal mighte. Millwall also had several golden opportunities but failed to convert. It could only be said that United capitalized on their chances, achieving positive results during counterattacks.


    Both teams were drenched in sweat; Millwall yers wiped their brows, out of breath but unperturbed after conceding. They quickly regrouped for kick-off.


    Conceding an equalizer? No big deal; let''s strike again!


    Aldrich didn''t issue defensive orders, leaving his yers without any hesitation.


    Once the game resumed, the two sides continued to engage in high-paced attacking exchanges.


    In this moment, both teams were intensely focused, with no one daring to rx for a second.


    Time ticked away slowly, and as the match approached the 89th minute, the score remained 4-4. The Manchester United fans found themselves nervously epting that a draw might just be tolerable.


    Millwall was performing at a top level today; if they maintained this form throughout the season, who could predict how far they might go?


    Once again, Millwall mounted an attack. Thuram passed to Nedv��d, who turned quickly with the ball and faced off against two yers: Butt and Keane.


    Who would he pass to?


    Pir��s? Or perhaps Schneider?


    Or directly to the forward ahead?


    Both defensive stalwarts were waiting to predict Nedv��d''s pass.


    However, once Nedv��d gained momentum, he rapidly dribbled through the two yers!


    Butt and Keane had anticipated a pass, yet didn''t expect the Czech powerhouse to bulldoze through!


    Keane turned to grab Nedv��d''s jersey while Butt went for a slide tackle. Like a wild stallion freed from its restraints, Nedv��d burst past the two of them, pulling away effortlessly!


    Keane and Butt stared in disbelief: at 90 minutes, how could he still be this fast? Are you even human?


    Nedv��d charged forward with the ball like lightning, and United''s four defenders quickly retreated into the box as Millwall''s attacking line pressed forward towards the penalty area.


    After initiating his sprint, Nedv��d raced on, maintaining his speed, and at the edge of the box, he passed the ball to Pir��s, who immediately lifted the ball into the box. The ball sailed just over Bruce''s head; United''s defenders kept a close eye on Larsson, Solskj?r, and Schneider within the area.


    Yet, Nedv��d, havingpleted the pass, continued his stride into the box, cutting through United''s defense as if wielding a sharp knife.


    Palister rushed to block Nedv��d, yet he stumbled and fell, unable to catch up. Bruce could only stretch an arm to impede the speeding Nedv��d.


    The galloping Nedv��d almost shoved Bruce''s arm aside, leaping high to meet the descending ball with a powerful header!


    His flowing golden hair soared through the air as his iron-like physique imparted considerable strength to the ball.


    Schmeichel dove toward the near post, reaching out but failing to make contact. Despair washed over him as he closed his eyes, hearing the name reverberate across the once-bustling Old Trafford.


    "Nedv��d! Nedv��d! Our Lion King, Nedv��d!"


    The Lion Roar fan group erupted in a chant for Nedv��d''s name.


    The fighting spirit of the Lions aimed firmly to conquer the Theater of Dreams!


    The iron lion, Nedv��d, treads over the Red Devils, making his mark on Europe!

 Chapter 77: Ferguson Moment

    <h4>Chapter 77: Ferguson Moment</h4>


    As the clock on the scoreboard ticked down to 90 minutes, Old Trafford resembled a theater, the climax of a gripping thriller that made Manchester United fans shiver.


    "Last-minute goal! Last-minute goal! Millwall takes the lead again against Manchester United at the 90th minute! It''s Nedved''s showcase. He picked up the ball from midfield and cut through United''s defensive line. Both Keane and Butt were deceived by Nedved''s repeated passing antics throughout the match. The Czech yer disyed impressive dribbling skills, and at the crucial moment, he showcased his lightning-fast breakthrough. After a quickbination with Pir��s just outside the box, Nedved headed the ball into the for the fifth time, piercing through Schmeichel''s defense! Andy, what do you have to say? I think today''s match has been nothing short of world-ss! A world-ss performance, giving fans a world-ss experience!"


    "Martin, the match isn''t over yet; we don''t know what will happen next. But it''s undeniable that if Millwall wins, theypletely deserve it. Aldrich and his team are heroes��even if they lose, they''ll still earn the highest praise!"


    "Will anything else happen? Look! After scoring, Nedved..."


    Once Nedved scored, he dashed towards the coaching box, dirty from head to toe.


    This match marked a historic milestone for Millwall Football Club: their first ever Premier League game!


    So, this day belonged to all Millwall fans.


    Some fans were moved to tears, while the coaching staff and yers on the substitution bench rushed out. Aldrich was so excited he could hardly contain himself. Trembling, he felt the urge to join Nedved as he sprinted over.


    The blond Nedved and the blond Aldrich, mentor and prot��g��, mirrored each other''s jubnt movements as if they shared a deep connection.


    Before reaching the touchline, Nedved slid on his knees, and Aldrich, dressed in a suit, mirrored him, dropping to one knee in celebration!


    Thanks to Old Trafford''s quality pitch!


    Sliding on his knees felt incredible!


    Once they finished their slide, Aldrich and Nedved rose to their feet, embracing tightly, two men of simr age yet bound together as master and student.


    This moment became a ssic image, one of countless unforgettable scenes in Aldrich''s coaching career, and it was the very first.


    Aldrich''s feelings toward Nedved were pure. Unlike many master-student rtionships filled with love and hate, Aldrich only held admiration for Nedved.


    This iron man, who was humble off the field yet fiercely determined on it, had no faults in Aldrich''s eyes. Who wouldn''t love such a yer?


    After a sessful year at Millwall, Nedved had developed a pure sense of respect for Aldrich.


    No one ever called him a genius.


    So, he had worked tirelessly to achieve sess. Yet, Aldrich had clearly told him, "You are a genius!"


    Aldrich was very dissatisfied with how many fansbeled Nedved as a diligent workerpensating for ack of natural talent; it was nothing short of an insult!


    Nedved was a hard worker and tenacious, those were indeed his outstanding qualities, but did that mean hecked talent?


    People who im he had no talent were simply talking nonsense!


    How many can dribble and break through like he does? How many can handle the ball with such simplicity and efficiency?


    Too many people have grown ustomed to shy football, believing that only yers who can outrun everyone else possess true talent��such a notion is utterly absurd!


    Simr to the touted stars of the next World Cup: Baggio II, Pirlo, Spain''s golden boy Ra��l, and the likes of Denilson and Ortega��half of them flopped, and the other half failed to impress. Pirlo couldn''t lead, Ra��l''s Spain fell apart, Denilson dazzled during the final but ultimately enabled Thuram''s defensive glory, and Ortega, who tried to clone Maradona, ended his World Cup journey with a red card.


    Nedved''s talent was enough for him to rise to global fame without needing excessive hype. Just because he worked harder than those with shier skills does not diminish his technical abilities. His relentless running and countless falls only testify to his superior mental qualities��not because he waspensating for something, but because it made him perfect.


    Much like theter mention of Xavi, no one ever considered his y to be shy, yet no one could deny Xavi''s uniqueness. Such yers, how can they not be seen as gifted?


    Nedved, a gifted warrior!


    yers and coaches, alongside all the fans at Old Trafford, embraced each other in joy.


    5:4!


    A crazy scoreline, but victory was ours!


    The referee approached, urging them to wrap up their celebrations quickly��the match wasn''t over yet.


    Once the crowd dispersed, Aldrich, disregarding what the referee, Duggan, was saying in his ear, called out to every yer, "The remaining time, everyone fall back to defend!"


    Regr time had already concluded, and Millwall didn''t need to hope for a counterattack anymore; at this point, preserving the score was paramount.


    Every team member understood the gravity of the moment��they nodded firmly in agreement, with no dissent.


    Once the yers cleared out, Aldrich turned to the referee, Duggan, catching his breath to calm his expression. He forced a smile and said, "I understand, I''ll return to the coaching bench now."


    "No need, Mr. Aldrich, please head to the stands. You''ve disrupted the flow of the match," Duggan replied, raising a hand to indicate the stands.


    Aldrich didn''t expect to be sent to the stands. There was no choice; after all, he had taken Duggan''s previous murmurings as mere noise.


    At any other time, Old Trafford would have echoed with boos or apuse��boos for Aldrich, apuse for the referee. Yet, at this moment, Manchester United fans were dumbstruck, their hearts suspended in anxious anticipation.


    Aldrich didn''t protest; he simply made his way to the stands, knowing he could still coach in the next match. If he argued further with the referee, the risk of receiving a red card loomed.


    As he walked up to the visiting team''s bench in the stands, the staff had cleared a seat for him, while nearby, a mix of Manchester United fans eyed him suspiciously, as if they were witnessing some peculiar phenomenon.


    How could this young man��who seemed like an overgrown boy��possibly be a head coach?


    In football, rumors about disharmony in the locker room or rifts between the coach and yers circte endlessly. How could he, so young,mand the respect of seasoned yers on the pitch?


    His youth added an air of mystery to Aldrich.


    Once Aldrich sat down, he let out a long exhale, and turned to see two individuals in Manchester United jerseys seated next to him��a father and son.


    The father, a typical middle-aged British man with a round belly, looked like he fit the stereotype. The child, around six or seven years old, was fair-skinned and had innocent eyes locked onto Aldrich. When he noticed Aldrich looking his way, he piped up in a clear, childish voice, "Can I have your autograph?"


    "But I''m Millwall''s head coach, kid. You''ve mistaken me for someone else��Manchester United''s coach is over there," Aldrich pointed.


    "I know, but you''re really cool! Can I still have your autograph?"


    "Alright, let''s wait until after the match."


    The East Stand erupted in cheers as Millwall fans linked arms, jumping for joy. This match was undoubtedly worth the ticket price, and all pre-season worries were dissipated.


    Based on today''s performance, Millwall''s relegation worries were behind them!


    Perhaps they could even contend for the title!


    Mnie and Victoria both stood up, though they were not die-hard fans, the impact of today''s match had left them simply amazed.


    "Does he always act like this?"


    Victoria noticed how Aldrich frequently became the focal point, always attracting the camera''s attention. He appeared on the big screen almost every time a goal was scored, bing the second highlight, whether it was Manchester United or Millwall.


    From the moment he stepped into view, Aldrich, in his tailored suit, exuded a unique masculine charm that was mesmerizing.


    The synchronized knee slide celebration with Nedved was unprecedented; never had a head coach contributed to a goal celebration with such passion!


    Sporty Mnie bounced excitedly alongside the Millwall fans, herughter contagious. "Absolutely! He does this all the time! I specifically dug up old news articles, and there''s even a photo of him sliding on his knees by the sidelines. It drives women crazy! Aldrich, I love him! Take down Manchester United! Haha, Manchester''s going to lose to a promoted team!"


    As a Liverpool fan, Mnie couldn''t suppress her glee seeing United fail. Now joining in the Millwall fan''s jubtion, she couldn''t help but loudly relish their misfortune.


    Victoria observed Mnie, her gaze revealing envy.


    Manchester United had gone mad!


    No, it was the Red Devils'' passion that had erupted!


    There were four minutes of stoppage time due to five goals scored in the second half and two substitutions��not much time had been wasted otherwise.


    For those four minutes, the entire Manchester United squad pressed forward,unching a frenzied attack on Millwall''s goal. But Millwall had built a solid defensive barrier in front of their, forcing most of United''s shots to hit defenders instead.


    Palister even came up for a shot, which struck Stam and flew out of bounds.


    Manchester United earned a corner, and by now, the clock read 95:42.


    Despite surpassing the added time by nearly two minutes, Duggan still hadn''t blown the final whistle, perhaps because Millwall had celebrated Nedved''s goal for too long.


    Sitting in the stands, Aldrich watched as Schmeichel joined in the attack for the corner; suddenly, a pang of guilt hit him.


    Damn it!


    Damn it! I forgot to use substitute yers to waste time.


    Yes, he still had two substitution slots unused!


    Manchester United doesn''t make substitutions; on one hand, there''s no one to rece, and on the other hand, it''s to save time.


    Millwall could have used their two substitution slots to disrupt the opponent''s rhythm, allowing yers to rest and make necessary adjustments to their defense.


    But Aldrich had overlooked this aspect; he stillcked experience in high-stakes matchups. Overwhelmed by excitement, he had pushed all thoughts aside.


    Watching the corner unfold, Aldrich couldn''t help but stand up.


    Almost the entire stadium stood with him��this was surely going to be the Red Devils'' final strike.


    With yers packed in the box, Beckham was set to take the corner, and given Schmeichel''s involvement, both teams would effectively have equal numbers in open y.


    From the start of the match to this moment, Bruce''s performance has been nothing short of disastrous, and he is still wearing the Manchester United captain''s armband.


    As captain, his chubby face contorted with rage. When the corner was taken, he leaped with all his might to head the ball.


    The box was chaotic, but Bruce surprisingly managed to rise above the crowd!


    His eyes, filled with fighting spirit and fury, convey strength. Steve Bruce, the Manchester United captain, is already thirty-four; yes, he has grown older.


    However, when facing the newly promoted Millwall today, he must not appear to be past his prime!


    Otherwise, not only would United face a defeat on home soil, but it would also leave a lingering shadow on this new generation of Red Devils.


    As captain, he had to step up at this critical moment.


    Bruce leapt high, powering a header straight towards Millwall''s goal. At the moment he jumped for the header, he even overpowered Mak��l��l��, letting out a fierce roar.


    Even if I''m eighty, no one can run wild at Old Trafford!


    Bang!


    Keller copsed on the goal line, painfully striking the ground with his fist; the ball nestled within the, forcing all Millwall yers to helplessly shut their eyes.


    The Red Devils had equalized in stoppage time!

 Chapter 78: The curtain falls on a classic.

    <h4>Chapter 78: The curtain falls on a ssic.</h4>


    Steve Bruce''sst-minute goal sealed the score at 5:5 in this thrilling sh between the Red Devils and the Lions. While it might not have made up for his poor performance throughout the match, it served as a form of self-redemption.


    The Manchester United yers excitedly surrounded Bruce, ted by the goal that earned them ast-minute draw.


    On the other hand, the Millwall yers looked dejected. Schneider even fell to his knees, sorrowfully biting his lip and closing his eyes.


    Why couldn''t they win?!


    Someone bent down and ced a hand on his shoulder to help him up. When Schneider opened his eyes, he saw the calm face of captain Southgate. Southgate softly said, "Stand up, lift your head. We need to thank the fans for their support."


    Schneider regained hisposure and stood up. He noticed that his teammates had also shaken off their disappointment, and together they walked toward the East Stand, apuding the Millwall fans in gratitude.


    "What an unbelievable match, Andy! This is the most exciting game I''ve evermentated on. From the very first minute��or rather, from the sound of the referee''s whistle to the end, this match was absolutely spectacr and will be forever etched in memory."


    "This is the Premier League! This is our most cherished, most beloved Premier League. The speed of the game, the intensity of thepetition, and the tactical brilliance on disy were all phenomenal. Even with ten goals scored, the overall quality of offense and defense was exceptionally high. Each goal was spectacr. Close your eyes and you can picture the yers making their debut on this grand stage, with Millwall''s yers leaving asting impression. The new generation of Manchester United yers proved they are worthy of the red legacy. Martin, this was a football feast. Although the pitch was only graced by a few names famous in Europe, the performance of these young men today makes me confident that they will shine on evenrger stages in the future. We are fortunate to have witnessed this entire match."


    "I wholeheartedly agree with you. If I were to grade the yers on the pitch, I think most would receive high marks. Ferguson might be resentful that Cantona couldn''t y, and the young Hall will be disappointed that his team lost three points at thest moment. But I''d like to say thank you to both head coaches: this match will undoubtedly be a ssic in the Premier League. Anyone who missed the live broadcast has lost out, because this was a football feast you could enjoy from the very first second to thest. Alright, viewers, this live broadcast of Manchester United versus Millwalles to an end. See you at the next match!"


    At Old Trafford, after referee Dugin blew the final whistle, the entire crowd stood and apuded, the ovationsting for several moments.


    Perhaps Manchester United fans believed their team would win from start to finish.


    Yet at the final whistle, there was a tinge of regret in their hearts��not due to the draw, but because this thrilling, rollercoaster match hade to an end.


    On the field, yers from both teams began to exchange pleasantries, with many swapping jerseys.


    Schmeichel approached Larsson. Though they hailed from different countries, geographically, they were both from Northern Europe. They exchanged jerseys,ughing good-naturedly.


    "Hey, you shoulde y for Manchester United. You score, I''ll defend, and we''ll win tons of trophies together."


    Schmeichel shamelessly tried to recruit Larsson, acknowledging his talent and potential.


    Larsson smiled without saying a word.


    Roy Keane actively sought out Nedved. The two tough guys stood face-to-face, their jerseys soaked in sweat and caked with mud. Without needing to say anything, they exchanged jerseys and draped the other''s over their shoulders. The two men shook hands, let go, and turned to leave without uttering a single word.


    Aldrich stood in the stands, feeling a bit guilty after the match concluded.


    However, this wasn''t the time to dwell on regret. He turned to fulfill his promise of getting an autograph for a young Manchester United fan, only to see the boy''s father giving him a thumbs-up.


    "Your team is remarkable."


    Aldrich smiled nomittally.


    The man''spliment felt like a double-edged sword.


    Saying Millwall is remarkable is just saying they managed to secure a draw at Old Trafford. What it really implies is: Manchester United is strong, and getting a draw shows Millwall isn''t weak either.


    Taking the colorful marker the young fan handed him, Aldrich signed his name on the boy''s cap and then smiled as he walked away.


    Ferguson was already waiting below. The old man had looked red-faced before the match ended, but now he was looking a bit better.


    "Aldrich, Manchester United might have just lost two crucial points in the title race!"


    Ferguson''s tone was half-serious teasing.


    But perhaps it was true, as the memories ofst season''s title slip were still fresh.


    Who knows?


    In any case, Aldrich didn''t really care.


    He shook Ferguson''s hand and smiled, "Alex, Millwall may have just earned the most critical point in their fight against relegation."


    Ferguson widened his eyes and pointed at Aldrich, saying, "If you keep saying Millwall is a relegation team, I''ll think you''re mocking Manchester United!"


    If they couldn''t take all three points off Millwall at home, how could they contend for the title?


    Deep down, Ferguson had to admit that Manchester United had only outyed Millwall for a brief stretch during the entire match.


    Aldrich chuckled and dropped the argument.


    "I''ll be waiting for you in the office. Today is worth me pulling out my collection."


    "Alright, see you soon."


    Aldrich separated from Ferguson, then returned to the locker room to chat briefly with the yers. Afterpleting the away match, they would be heading home.


    At the post-match press conference, reporters couldn''t hold back their questions.


    The journalists who watched the entire match had so many queries, their emotions still in turmoil.


    What kind of match was this?


    The championship contender, Premier League powerhouse, and traditional giant Manchester United, facing off against the promoted side and relegation-strugglers Millwall, produced an unpredictable match no one could have predicted.


    Manchester United fell behind first, then came back, only to be reversed again, drawing level, falling behind again, and finally equalizing again.


    Millwall led, was overturned, reversed again, equalized, took the lead again at the end, and in thest second, were leveled!


    F---!


    The match was not only full of ups and downs but also packed with passion!


    Ferguson appeared, a typical calm expression on the Scottish veteran''s face. When a reporter asked, "Manchester United clearly lost control of the match today and the protagonist''s position at Old Trafford. What do you think the reason is, as the manager?"


    Ferguson shrugged and chuckled, "The reason is simple: this is the Premier League. Anyone who watched the match knows neither team was looking to test the other. From the first second of the match, both teams went all out on the offense. Millwall is strong. Anyone who thinks they are relegation fodder is an idiot. They can operate at a very fast pace, and Manchester United initially struggled with that. But then I realized that if we couldn''t hold them back, we could only see who could score more. In the end, we produced a ssic match."


    "So, do you think Millwall is a strong contender for the championship this season?"


    Ferguson nodded seriously. "Of course. Who can tell you thest time Manchester United conceded five goals at home? And this was against a teaming off consecutive league titles and a runner-up finish. Isn''t Millwall''s performance enough to stake a im for the championship?"


    ...


    When Aldrich took to the stage for interviews, the journalists in the press conference couldn''t help butugh.


    Aldrich found it strange and asked once seated, "What''s so funny?"


    Richard from the *Daily Mail*, an old friend of Aldrich, raised his hand, and Aldrich allowed him to go first.


    "Mr. Hall, earlier Mr. Ferguson stated that Millwall is one of the championship contenders. Do you agree with his view?"


    Aldrich did not hesitate to respond, "Absolutely not. Millwall is still very young; being able to avoid relegation this season would already be lucky."


    He didn''t want his team to be the target of criticism.


    "But you scored five goals at Manchester United''s home ground and nearly won the match, with Manchester United being behind for a significant period!"


    Aldrich replied with exaggerated seriousness, "Of course! This is the Theatre of Dreams! What team wouldn''t want to showcase their talents here? If you can y here, you''ve got to seize the opportunity. I believe other teams like Middlesbrough, Southampton, and Queens Park Rangers would alsoe to Old Trafford with zero percent motivation, only to leave with their heads held high after the match."


    The seated reporters stifled smiles.


    <strong>Ferguson and Aldrich, the two coaches both wear smiles that conceal their sharp intentions.</strong>


    Ferguson wanted to put pressure on Millwall. Aldrich was praising Manchester United while reminding other teams that battling the giants here was an honor.


    Perhaps the Premier League had just given birth to an evenly matched rivalry.


    "Millwall conceded the equalizer in thest moment. How do you feel about that? Are you disappointed in your yers?"


    Aldrich pondered for a moment before replying earnestly, "I feel very sad and disappointed because I have let my yers down. My yers performed exceptionally, but I couldn''t help them secure the win. The responsibility lies with me."


    At first, the reporters were excited, thinking Aldrich would criticize the yers, but they were taken aback when he took all the responsibility.


    It was odd��while Millwall was equalized in the end, it felt like they had exceeded expectations. Didn''t Aldrich feel unhappy about not securing three points?


    "Mr. Hall, would you care to exin? Why do you feel guilty?"


    Aldrich candidly replied, "I should have used thest two substitutions to stop Manchester United''s final push, but I was sent to the stands, and I forgot to remind my assistant. It was all my fault. The yers were fantastic, and I performed poorly."


    The reporters were left speechless. Despite suspecting that Aldrich''s words were aimed at winning the crowd''s favor, it was still something to hear him so openly take responsibility in front of over forty media members. The yers would surely be loyal to him; who wouldn''t think it was worth it?


    The match between Manchester United and Millwall in the 1995-96 English Premier League''s first round, held at Old Trafford, waster rated as the best match since the inception of the Premier League. Furthermore, it was still listed as a ssic match during the 10th and 20th anniversary celebrations of the Premier League��not only because of the thrilling excitement and tactical richness but also due to the extraordinary emergence of several young stars from both Manchester United and Millwall, signifying the dawn of a new era.

 Chapter 79: Laconia

    <h4>Chapter 79: Laconia</h4>


    Millwall''s squad had already set off on their journey back to London, including the coaching staff, yers, medical team, and management. The only one left behind was the head coach.


    Ferguson''s office wasn''trge, but it had a distinctly cozy atmosphere. In the center, there was a transparent coffee table surrounded by three walls lined with leather sofas. The walls above the sofas were adorned with photos and meaningful artwork.


    Aldrich was a guest in this space, and while Ferguson poured himself a drink, Aldrich stood by the wall, admiring a particr photograph titled "The Ascent of Humanity."


    This photograph was captured in 1932 during the construction of the Rockefeller Building in New York.


    In the image, eleven construction workers were seen sitting atop steel beams high above the ground, with the bustling skyline of New York stretching hundreds of meters below them.


    In a way, this mirrored the position of eleven yers on a football field: a dangerous profession requiring courage, professionalism, andmunication with teammates. If you could aplish all this, you could look down from great heights and build a monumental establishment like the Rockefeller Center, embodying the American spirit. This image encapsted the essence of the Red Devils.


    "Aldrich, you nearly gave me a heart attack today," Ferguson remarked.


    Aldrich turned to see Ferguson seated on the opposite end of the coffee table. Holding a ss of red wine, he indicated the drink he had poured for Aldrich waiting on the table.


    Sitting across from Ferguson, Aldrich took a sip from his ss. He thought for a moment but felt there wasn''t much to say about the taste.


    "What''s wrong? Don''t you like it?" Ferguson said with a light smile. The big match was over, and now the two coaches, one old and one young, could sit down and share augh. This was one of the joys of life in the football world.


    Aldrich shook his head and replied honestly, "To be honest, my father was a street tough in his youth, and my older brother was a ssworker when he turned eighteen. So, my family doesn''t really have refined tastes when ites to red wine. Sometimes we drink it to toast, but for me, it''s pretty much the same as beer. I can''t say I dislike it, but it doesn''t bring me joy. If Millwall had won today, I would have taken you out for barbecue and beer��unlimited."


    Ferguson burst outughing upon hearing this. He raised his ss of wine and said, "This is Port wine from Portugal. It carries a sense of asion here in the UK. I didn''t know your preferences, so I thought this red wine, enjoyed by students, soldiers, and nobility alike, would suit you. It seems I was wrong. So tell me, what''s the best red wine you''ve ever had?"


    After a moment of contemtion, Aldrich replied, "The ''82 Lafite. It''s not exactly the best, though. I''m just a regr guy enjoying the scene. Drinking red wine is more about joining the fun."


    In Europe, Lafite isn''t considered the top-tier wine, but in Aldrich''s previous life in China, it was a hotmodity, merely a product of nouveau riche trying to appear cultured. Thus, when he found himself with money, he bought a bottle of ''82 Lafite that was affordable back in the 90s, but after drinking it, he felt it wasn''t worth the hype.


    Ferguson nodded in agreement. "Indeed, ''82 is one of the best from recent decades. The grape harvest that year was exceptional."


    "Is it all about the grapes?" Aldrich asked.


    "Absolutely. Grapes are the main ingredient for wine. Good wine relies not only on production techniques but also on luck. If the weather is good, the grapes from ''82 will be of the highest quality. But if luck isn''t on your side, even the best grapes won''t produce great wine. It''s simr to football; ssic matches are often the result of chance, not meticulously nned scenarios."


    Aldrich nodded seriously. Ferguson took a sip and curiously asked, "Aldrich, can you share your secret to sess? Despite not ying football, your understanding of tactics is impressive. The performance of Millwall''s yers today was top-notch, but it alles down to their training. While games aren''t merely about repeating training tactics, executing flowing football in an unpredictable match is closely tied to the coach''s influence. Many Millwall yers caught the eye of Manchester United scouts, showcasing star potential. How did you identify these yers? Where do you gather all this information?"


    Aldrich agreed with Ferguson''s points.


    Football is inherently unpredictable, unlike basketball or American football, where coaches meticulously n every yer''s movement on a tactics board.


    "I left London when I was not yet thirteen and traveled to various ces around the world��well, mostly just in Europe: Spain, Italy, the Nethends, France, Germany, Portugal, and even a few trips to Northern and Eastern Europe. Since then, I have been observing the different football cultures across the continent and putting them into my mind. To be frank, I am not a tactical enthusiast. I don''t spend all my time studying how to get yers to executeplex movements on a tactics board. Have you heard of Laconia thinking?"


    Ferguson shook his head seriously. Despite being a refined wine connoisseur and a sessful football coach, his knowledge was pretty much on par with the average person. This was likely one reason for his rivalry with Wenger, who always exuded a schrly air, while Ferguson would sometimes reflect on his working-ss swegian background inparison.


    "The thinking approach of Laconia is to simplify the thought process. Simplicity is the true richness because specific details are limited. Only the simplest ideas can foster the broadest development and imaginative space. In training, I encourage yers to pass simply and quickly, instilling a sense of movement and teamwork. As these concepts mature, they naturally bring that fluidity onto the pitch. Defending is no different; I teach them simple principles, and from there, it''s up to them to showcase their skills."


    Aldrich spoke openly.


    "Why are you so candid? Don''t you have any confidentiality concerns?" Ferguson pondered for a moment and then asked out of curiosity.


    Aldrich chuckled, "Confidentiality? There are no secrets in football. Every tactical framework is simple, while the effectiveness of its execution depends on yer abilities. Every Premier League team knows Manchester United is going to y with wing y, yet they still get exploited on the nks. That''srgely due to yer abilities rather than how well the tactics counter an opponent or their mysterious nature. The strength of yer-to-yer matchups directly influences the flow of the game; even if you use numbers topensate for nk defense, there will always be vulnerabilities elsewhere. For example, even if Manchester United returns to the primitive long-ball tactics, it doesn''t mean their performance would plummet because your long passes are more precise, and you have the resources to buy top-notch strikers to convert those chances. The same tactics yield different results depending on the team that employs them. True tactical revolutions in football have happened fewer than ten times in the past century; with modern broadcasts, there are hardly any tactical secrets left��only the matching of yers to tactics."


    Ferguson sighed in agreement, "You''re right; the key is whether the yers'' characteristics align with the tactics. Positioning the right yers correctly brings out the best results, while mismatches spell disaster."


    This principle guided Aldrich as he built his team. He needed a powerful striker, and Trezeguet was a perfect fit. While Solskjaer was outstanding, he couldn''t rece the younger Trezeguet. He also needed a midfield maestro; yers like Back, Nedved, and Vieira could all do the job, but none would surpass Pirlo. The English defenders required aerial dominance, making someone like Stam an ideal candidate.


    However, the tactical counterrtionships were most visible in matches between top teams; in games where the strength disparities were wide, even the best tactics from weaker teams rarely caused upsets.


    Ferguson stood up to refill Aldrich''s ss, asking, "So, where do you discover these yers?"


    Aldrich chuckled, "Didn''t I just say? I''ve been to so many countries and set a routine to watch one game each week. I have a notebook filled with names of yers, not to mention my older brother runs an agency where he hires scouts all over the world."


    Ferguson nodded in realization. After a moment of silence, he looked up seriously, "Seven million pounds for Larson, sold to Manchester United. Or five million for that young Frenchman, Trezeguet."


    Aldrich''s cheerful demeanor faded in an instant. The old fox was finally making a move!


    He felt nervous; this wasn''t the first time Ferguson had inquired about yers. He''d abandoned it three months ago, yet after today''s match, he had obviously made up his mind.


    Since he had spoken up, money wouldn''t be an issue.


    Moreover, Trezeguet and Larson''s exceptional performances today bolstered their worth, making high sries at Manchester United seem justifiable.


    The transfer fees were also reasonable; seven million pounds was a solid offer.


    That was fifty thousand more than the fee for Andy Cole earlier this spring, yet fifty thousand less than Bergkamp''s transfer to Arsenal. It marked the second-highest transfer record in English football, thetest being set by Bergkamp.


    Trezeguet''s five million pounds can also be deemed quite an offer.


    Aldrich set down his ss and replied calmly, "I''ll need to think it over."


    "Whether the deal goes through or not, Aldrich, the next time you visit Manchester United, I''ll open a bottle of ''82 Lafite for you."


    Ferguson stood and shook Aldrich''s hand firmly. Aldrich mustered a smile and turned to leave.

 Chapter 80: Two cities that are strikingly different

    <h4>Chapter 80: Two cities that are strikingly different</h4>


    As Aldrich stepped out of Old Trafford, ready to catch a cab to the train station, his phone rang.


    It was just a habit that made him pull out his phone and turn off the silent mode. He noticed a few text messages and two missed calls��just as he took it out, another call came in.


    Caller: Mnie.


    "Hi."


    "Aldrich, where are you? You drove me crazy today!"


    "I''m heading back to London."


    "Huh? You''re still in Manchester?"


    "Yes, just had a chat with the Manchester United manager in his office."


    "What would you want to talk to him about? You two aren''t even from the same era. Why don''t youe over for dinner? My mom wants to meet you; she said she wanted to see my boyfriend."


    "Sure, just give me the address, and I''ll take a cab there."


    After hanging up, Aldrich tried to suppress the gloom weighing on his mind.


    He hadn''t given an answer to Ferguson, nor had he outright refused.


    There wasn''t a problem with the transfer fee; Manchester United''s offer was reasonable in this day and age��though maybe in three to five years, the prices for Larson and Trezeguet would skyrocket to over fifteen million pounds.


    However, transfers involved three parties: Manchester United, Millwall, and the yer himself.


    If Manchester United hadn''t made an offer, Aldrich could brush it off, but once they did, the situation changed entirely.


    Aldrich wouldn''t agree hastily, for the importance of those two yers to Millwall was evident.


    But he couldn''t outright reject the offer either. What if the yers wanted to leave? United''s offer wasn''t insulting, nor did it fail to meet their sry demands.


    If there was a conflict between the yers'' wishes and the club''s, keeping them wouldn''t necessarily be beneficial. Moreover, Aldrich needed to maintain his image. If he forced yers to stay only for them to stir up rumors of discord, it would negatively impact future signings��the club itself held no allure. If the head coach couldn''t attract yers, Millwall''s future would be bleak.


    Aldrich wasn''t against selling yers; after all, he borrowed thirty million pounds from his brother Bat��how would he repay that?


    Could he rely solely on the club''s meager ie? It would probably take a decade to settle that.


    He paid his starting yers sries nearly on par with Ennd''s top stars to retain them, knowing that if he needed to sellter, he''d at least get a good price.


    If the deals for Larson and Trezeguet went through, Aldrich could earn nearly ten million pounds a year from both yers!


    In theing two years, he would have to sell yers to bnce the budget. After this season, the club would be drained; unless operating ie saw significant growth this season, he could barely hold on for one more year. By 1997, he feared he''d be broke.


    He couldn''t afford to be in a situation where money flowed out but nothing came in. This season was too vital for Millwall in the Premier League; not merely for survival, but for achieving greatness.


    While waiting for a cab, Aldrich called Andrew. When Trezeguet was brought inst year, the agent changed to Andrew, and now Larson''s contract renewal was also handled by him.


    He casually informed Andrew about United''s offer for the two yers, leaving the next steps entirely to him. In reality, he and Andrew were likely to be on opposing sides when it came to interests.


    If Larson and Trezeguet hadn''t just signed new contracts in the summer with a significant sry increase��especially Larson, whose weekly pay shot from eight thousand to fifteen thousand pounds��then Andrew, as their agent, would have been caught in the middle, either facilitating a transfer to United or leveraging that to secure a bigger contract for them at Millwall.


    There are many things that exist between brothers without needing to be articted; they share an unspoken bond. Aldrich felt a sense of relief, for the most challenging figure to deal with in the transfer process is often the agent, who in this case was his brother Andrew, and he was one hundred percent sure that Andrew wouldn''t betray him.


    The taxi arrived, and Aldrich got in, telling the driver to head to Liverpool.


    It didn''t take an hour to travel from Manchester to Liverpool. Although the two cities were so close together, their cultures, religions, politics, economies, and football contrasted sharply.


    Setting aside his worries, Aldrich gazed out at the scenery from the car window. He could see the distinct cultural vibes of the two cities and feel how historical changes had shaped their different fates.


    Manchester, with its conservative traditions, had once been the "world''s factory," but that glory had faded. After World War II, its industry declined, and in the past three decades, manufacturing jobs had plummeted, causing Manchester to painfully transition toward a service economy. The city''s folk felt a deep sense of nostalgia and sadness about their lost glory.


    In contrast, Liverpool, as a prominent British port city, was more open, vibrant, and diverse, giving rise to extraordinary talents like The Beatles. It rapidly revived in the ''90s, and in recent years, its economic growth had outpaced London''s, bing the spearhead of Britain''s economic resurgence��Liverpool was a city filled with artistic spirit, nurturing many artists.


    As the scenery changed before his eyes, Aldrich suddenly realized that Mnie was a Liverpudlian. Perhaps her musical talent and inspiration camergely from this magical port city.


    Aldrich admired talented people and respected hard workers, and perhaps it was these qualities in Mnie that had drawn him to her.


    He was indifferent toward women who had beauty without substance; otherwise, the young and wealthy Aldrich could have already spent time with countless models.


    After Aldrich stepped out of the cab in front of Mnie''s house, he looked down at his attire, instantly regretting hisck of preparation.


    His suit was of high quality and wrinkle-free, but the knees of his trousers bore obvious stains from when he slid on the pitch to celebrate. There were also little specks of dirt on his suit from when his teammates came to hug him.


    Removing his suit jacket and draping it over his arm, he stood in front of the door, feeling somewhat awkward. It was his first visit, yet he hadn''t brought anything with him.


    Usually attentive to etiquette and manners, he felt embarrassed.


    Had he known, he should have stopped by and picked up a nice bottle of wine beforeing.


    After standing at the door for a while, he suddenly noticed the door opening, revealing a bemused Mnie who stared at him and quietly asked, "Why are you standing there without ringing the bell? Do you not want toe in?"


    Aldrich forced a smile, "I came in a rush and didn''t bring any gifts."


    Mnie rolled her eyes and pulled his arm, dragging him inside. She even kissed his cheek and said, "I know you just finished directing a match. We''re just having a simple dinner, not some upper-ss g that makes you all nervous. My family is really weing."


    Aldrich internally scoffed: upper-ss?


    If someone else said that, Aldrich would take it as a jab.


    In Ennd, true aristocrats were notparable to the Hall family. Genuine nobles were often seen sipping tea with ministers in Downing Street or riding horses with royal family members... the Halls were merely upstarts.


    They say Liverpool people are warm and hospitable; Aldrich had a great impression of Mnie''s parents when he first met them.


    Mnie had a younger brother, who, like her, was a Liverpool fan.


    He went to watch the Liverpool match this afternoon and saw them edge out Sheffield Wednesday with a 1-0 win at Anfield. He came home all excited and then heard that Manchester United struggled to draw against the newly promoted side. What a double surprise!


    What surprised him even more was the sight of her sister''s boyfriend at the dinner table, the amazing young coach of the newly promoted team, who was just a few years older than Aldrich.


    The dinner went exceptionally well. Although Aldrich wasn''t academically inclined, he had traveled extensively and was well-spoken and polished.


    However, it became a bit of a headache when Mnie''s brother, after watching the highlights,unched into a long-winded discussion about football, tossing out which Millwall yer might find greater sess at Liverpool while fantasizing about Liverpool winning the league this season.


    Liverpool! They hadn''t touched the league title since the 1990s, a traditional powerhouse in a drought.


    "Aldrich didn''t want to shatter his dreams. Even without Millwall''s unexpected rise, it''s uncertain when Liverpool will im their next top-flight title. After all, in Aldrich''s experience, it''s nearly been 24 years! Whether they might surpass Manchester United''s 26-year gap without a league title post-Ferguson is unclear, and there are no indications that Liverpool will quickly reim the championship in the years ahead; by then, the Premier League will have an entirely differentndscape."


    After dinner, Aldrich enjoyed nearly two hours of pleasant conversation with Mnie''s family but noticed the sky beginning to darken and decided to take his leave. Mnie''s mother urged him, "It''s gettingte��why not just stay until tomorrow? We have a guest room ready for you."


    Mnie, well aware of Aldrich''s habits, picked up his suit and helped him put it back on. She smiled at her family and said, "You have no idea��he''s a workaholic. Tomorrow morning, he''ll be off to the club, so don''t pressure him."


    Mnie''s parents chuckled, looking at Aldrich with warmth and satisfaction. They felt that with young people like him, who worked so hard, they were a rare find in today''s superficial society.


    Outside, Mnie walked Aldrich to the door. They embraced and kissed goodbye, and when her cheeks flushed and she was a bit out of breath, she said, "I''m going to London this weekend to watch the match. You have to do well! Although I believe in you, it''s infuriating how the media writes you off. Aldrich, you''ll show them, right?"


    She had a bit of time off recently, as the Spice Girls were busy with their first album.


    It was understandable that Millwall wasn''t being taken seriously at the start of the season; no newly promoted team ever was, especially one like Millwall thatcked heritage and hadn''t brought in big-name stars.


    Aldrich squeezed her soft cheek and smiled, "I don''t care what others say."


    Noticing her wide-eyed look of disapproval, Aldrich sighed and said, ''I just don''t have the time. Who spends hours every day flipping through newspapers to see what people are saying about them? And then tries to think of a reply? Isn''t that tiring? Well, I won''t hold you up any longer. I have to go, but I''ll be back in two weeks. By then, hehe, I bet your family won''t be weing me.


    Mnie yfully pecked him on the lips, joking, "If Millwall beats Liverpool at Anfield, you better watch out or you might not make it back to London! Haha, Aldrich, drive safe, and call me when you get home."


    Aldrich shook his head and replied, "It''ll bete, nothing is going to happen."


    "No way!"


    "Then I''ll send a text message."


    "No way! Call me, or I''ll be ringing you every ten minutes."


    "You win. I''ll call when I get home. Goodnight."


    Aldrich turned and walked to the street corner, getting into the cab and leaving.


    It was only when the taxi disappeared that Mnie skipped back home with her hands behind her back.


    In the car, Aldrich tiredly closed his eyes.


    The timing of Manchester United''s transfer interest couldn''t have been worse. This was just the beginning of Millwall''s grueling schedule. Next week, they had a home derby against Arsenal, and the week after that, they were heading back��not to Manchester, but to Liverpool...

 Chapter 81: A genuine fan

    <h4>Chapter 81: A genuine fan</h4>


    After the first round of the 95-96 English Premier League concluded, Millwall''s away match against Manchester United stirred a sensational response. Fleet Street focused unanimously on this game as a headline story. While tabloids had a field day, major newspapers like The Times, Daily Telegraph, Daily Mail, and The Guardian all featured prominent front-page articles about the match.


    Among them, the headline coverage in the Daily Mail pleased Aldrich the most. The entireyout showcased two striking photographs: on the left, Aldrich was seen sliding on his knees in celebration, while on the right, Millwall yers were exiting the pitch post-match. The robust, athletic yers, with Nedved in the center and Southgate, Larsson, Mak��l��l��, Pires, and others nking him, draped their shirts over their shoulders, proudly disying their well-defined physiques, leaving almost all female readers infatuated!


    It was undeniable that Aldrich''s team, led by him, was a squad brimming with handsome yers. The ruggedly strong Nedved and Trezeguet, the artistic Frenchman Pires, the dashing Schneider, and the baby-faced Solskj?r were all there, not to mention the likes of Pirlo and Shevchenko who didn''t even make the squad...


    Manchester United had always been in the news spotlight, but after this match, Millwall quickly created a buzz in English football. It seemed like everyone was asking: Is this the notorious thug team, Millwall?


    However, fans who watched the match reys were puzzled to find that it was Manchester United who yed dirtier! Keane''s many rough tactics were more apparent, while Millwall disyed the tenacity of an indomitable warrior, a lion relentlessly pursuing victory.


    Especially noticeable was a controversial penalty kick decision favoring Manchester United.


    Football analysts shared diverse opinions as they analyzed the match. The BBC''s Premier League highlights program, which boasted the highest viewership, dedicated a segment featuring many football legends providing insights and tactical reviews of the game.


    After this spectacr debut in the Premier League, Millwall had quickly made an impact throughout Ennd. Though it was merely nting a seed, it was a promising start.


    Aldrich expressed immense gratitude to the FA; Millwall''s milestone introduction to the Premier League was against a traditional powerhouse like Manchester United.


    He aimed for simplicity and speed in building the team, hoping that the attractive style of y would garner attention.


    In truth, there was anotherpelling reason why Aldrich was determined to replicate the miracle of Nottingham Forest in his first season: he needed Millwall''s debut in the Premier League to be strikingly impressive!


    ying conservatively with defensive counter-attacks might enhance the chances ofpeting for the championship, but it wouldn''t help Millwall gain notoriety.


    During Ars��ne Wenger''s sixteen years at Arsenal, the number of significant titles he won wasn''t much more than the eight years of George Graham''s reign. Wenger secured one more league title but did not achieve Graham''s European Cup Winners'' Cup victory. He merely won two more domestic cups than Graham''s Arsenal.


    Yet, there''s no doubt that Wenger''s Arsenal was far more sessful than Graham''s.


    Fans often mocked Graham''s Arsenal matches as if they were in a library, leaving even their own supporters desperate, while Wenger''s Arsenal drew so many fans that Highbury could hardly amodate the growing numbers. Countless neutral fans eagerly awaited Arsenal matches, and even with the highest ticket prices in the Premier League, attendance at their home games was consistently near full capacity.


    Thus, Aldrich wanted his team to y beautifully, but such beauty had to be rooted in practicality and efficiency, as he firmly believed that the two could coexist.


    Now, neutral fans were beginning to pay attention to Millwall, and supporters in East London could proudly lift their heads. Club jersey sales were thriving, and all signs indicated that Millwall was rapidly ascending in English football.


    The day after the match, the team had a light practice session in the afternoon following a morning off. Aldrich exited his apartment at noon, preparing to walk to the training ground, which was just under a fifteen-minute walk.


    However, as soon as he stepped outside, he found three people blocking his way.


    Brady, Fred, and Ivan stood at his doorstep, dressed casually yet with serious expressions on their faces. Aldrich was startled and asked, "What''s going on? Why do you look like you''re here for a grudge match?"


    "Aldrich, why hasn''t the club responded? Please, honestly tell us, whatever it is, we''ll keep it to ourselves. We won''t betray a friend we''ve known since childhood," Brady said slowly, word by word.


    Ivan handed him a newspaper, biting his lip. Aldrich took it and nced at it; it was a tabloid from Manchester, although he wasn''t sure how they got it.


    Besides reporting on the sh between Manchester United and Millwall, a significant headline read: Manchester United is preparing a package deal for Larsson and Trezeguet! Millwall''s stars are set to conquer Old Trafford!


    Aldrich couldn''t help but chuckle; the news had spread quickly!


    This did align with the British media''s knack for being omnipresent and prescient. Yet, the report was somewhat inurate.


    Ferguson had only mentioned Larsson or Trezeguet; he knew it was impossible to take both at once since he couldn''t start both of them. One of them might make it into the lineup, potentially partnering Cantona while the other would have to sit out.


    "There''s nothing to discuss; nothing has been finalized yet."


    "Aldrich quickly passed the newspaper back to Ivan and observed that she seemed somewhat preupied, her bright eyes ncing slyly behind him. Aldrich thought it strange: What is there to see in my apartment?"


    "Aldrich, is that your final answer? Do you think we''re reporters? What do you mean by ''nothing has been finalized''? Does that imply you''re considering selling the club''s hope?" Fred eximed, agitation clear in his voice. Although he was an immigrant, he had lived in East London since he was young, much like Brady and the others, growing up watching Millwall y. Finally seeing Millwall back in the top tier and with a promising future was thrilling, yet history seemed to be repeating itself, much like when they lost Sheringham and others.


    Aldrich felt irritated by the unwarranted usations. He frowned and said, "Can you stop jumping to conclusions? Yes, I control whether to ept Manchester United''s offer, but I don''t want to sell yers. If they are adamant about leaving, what''s the point of forcibly keeping them? Should I bench them in future matches or let them stay and sulk? When I say nothing has been finalized, I truly mean it. I''m not the stereotypical ''club puppet'' you think. To be honest, if Larsson or Trezeguet wanted to join Manchester United, I wouldn''t stop them��on what grounds? If I were them, and Manchester United was offering me a chance, what reason does Millwall have to keep me here? All we can offer yers is money and trust. If Manchester United offers them the same,paring other factors, how can Millwallpete with Manchester United?"


    The three looked down, defeated. They desperately hoped the yers would show loyalty to the club, but "loyalty" in football can quickly lose its value amid overflowing desire. How many could resist the allure of wealth and fame? It''s not just the ordinary stars; even the greats rarely manage to stay loyal until the end.


    "Sorry."


    Brady lowered his head, realizing he had overreacted upon hearing the news, especially since Manchester United had indeed made an official offer that morning for both yers.


    ��7 million for Larsson, ��5 million for Trezeguet.


    As for who would negotiate sessfully, that was another matter. If Millwall agreed, and Manchester United''s negotiating team could reach a consensus with the yers, Ferguson wouldn''t mind taking both, especially with Trezeguet still young.


    From their reactions, Aldrich could see they were just pure fans, supporting Millwall and closely following every move of the club. Any negative news about the club would leave them anxious and flustered.


    He addressed the three, "Alright, just let things unfold naturally. If you think of me as a profit-driven club owner, then why bothering to me? By the way, don''t you have school today?"


    Ivan raised her wrist to check her beautiful watch, pouting slightly as she whispered, "It''s toote now; forget it, I''ll skip ss."


    "Oh my, the obedient girl from our childhood has gone astray! No, don''t! Wait, Brady, you drive my car and take Ivan to school, then you two can decide whether or not to go yourself."


    As Aldrich spoke, he went to open the garage door and tossed the BMW keys to Brady.


    The guy instantly perked up as he eyed the white BMW, grinning, "If I take it away, I won''t bring it back!"


    Aldrich shrugged and replied, "Whatever."


    That car was initially acquired by Arthur a few years ago when the Hall family struck it rich; it wasn''t high-end and cost less than ��40,000 back then. Now, the value was likely around ��20,000 or so.


    He rarely drove it unless he was taking Mni�� out on a date or going to movies, or driving to areas outside West London.


    Before departing, Ivan hesitated for a moment, turned back, and softly asked, "Are you used to living here alone?"


    Aldrich replied casually, "Yeah, I''ve been living alone for the past few years."


    "Oh, that''s good."


    Ivan seemed to breathe easier, and Aldrich found it odd but didn''t press further.


    Once they drove off, Aldrich strolled leisurely toward the training ground.


    Neighbors in this newmunity were mostly fans, team management staff, or the families of yers. As he passed by, everyone greeted him warmly. Near the edge of themunity, he spotted a young boy juggling a football while counting aloud to himself.


    "136, 137, 138..."


    "David!"


    "Hmm?"


    The 14-year-old, clutching the ball, turned to Aldrich with a face full of excitement and jogged over, still speaking in Spanish, "Sir, I watched the match; Millwall was amazing, even better than Real Madrid or Barcelona!"


    Aldrich yfully tapped the boy''s head, smiling, "Call me boss, not sir."


    David rubbed his head with a smile, "Boss."


    "What are you doing here?"


    "The coach said we should take a nap, but I couldn''t sleep, so I''m ying here."


    "You should catch some sleep; otherwise, you might struggle in the afternoon training. Well, it''s almost time, soe with me, and tell me about your impressions of London these days."


    "Sure, I train during the day and learn English with a tutor at night. My parents are really happy with life here..."


    The tall and short duo, akin to an older brother walking with a younger brother, strolled out of themunity toward the Millwall training grounds.

 Chapter 82: Declining Temptation

    <h4>Chapter 82: Declining Temptation</h4>


    At a fork in the road, Aldrich said goodbye to Vi, who dribbled the ball toward the Leo Youth Training Base. Aldrich called out to him from behind, "Don''t go too fast, be careful!" Then he headed toward the first team''s training ground.


    There were still ten minutes left before the afternoon training session was set to start, but all the first team yers were already on the field. Several coaches had also arrived, chatting in small groups, while the yers casually yed with the ball in their jackets and shorts.


    Millwall''s first Premier League match not only created a huge stir outside the team but also made a significant impact within. The yers who participated in thest game felt discontent, but the electrifying match kept them up all night. Today, as they arrived at the training ground, they seemed to exude a newfound confidence, elevated by their experience against Manchester United.


    The substitute yers had a clear understanding that they needed to work twice as hard to catch up to the first team yers. Professional football was indeed ruthless; having talent didn''t guarantee sess. Therefore, qualities like sweat, perseverance, and determination were essential.


    New yers, such as Pirlo, Shevchenko, and Ferdinand, quickly realized what kind of club they had joined.


    Millwall''s ambitions were not merely words from Aldrich; they were genuinely reflected on the pitch!


    Dressed in deep blue sportswear, Aldrich arrived at the training ground, causing the yers to stop chatting and ying immediately. They lined up in three rows as usual.


    Thirty pairs of eyes curiously stared at Aldrich as he stood before them, closing his eyes and bowing his head.


    The yers exchanged nces, confused about what Aldrich was doing��was he in silent mourning?


    After about five minutes, Aldrich lifted his head and calmly said, "Your performance in thest match was impable, but I made an irreparable mistake. In the final moments, I should have made substitutions. Unfortunately... I just took five minutes to reflect on that. Now, let''s return to normal. Everyone, let''s start with a light jog to warm up."


    With that, Aldrich led the way, and the three team captains lined up behind him, followed by their teammates.


    As they jogged, the yers looked at Aldrich''s back, a hint of smiles appearing on their faces.


    They already knew from the news that Aldrich had openly admitted his mistakes during the interview, which made the yers feel reassured.


    Everyone was not too happy with the draw, and thatst goal conceded was really disappointing. But can''t say that Aldrich''s substitutions would definitely have prevented it. The important thing is that Aldrich didn''t get full of himself; instead, he reminded everyone to stay humble and keep working hard, and that''s all that really matters.


    Next time, they had to conquer Old Trafford!


    That afternoon''s training session was rtively light. The yers who yed in thest match were engaging in recovery training while Aldrich and the coaching staff focused on the substitutes and new arrivals, helping them quickly integrate into the team and understand its tactical style.


    The yers had heard whispers about Manchester United''s interest in their two top forwards but didn''t question Larson and Trezeguet about it. Both yers acted as if everything was normal throughout the afternoon, showing no signs of wanting to leave.


    The coaching staff was certainly concerned about this issue, but since Aldrich hadn''t brought it up, they didn''t ask.


    As the sun began to set, Aldrich dismissed the team and returned to his office to analyze the yers'' recovery statuses along with reports from the medical department.


    Knock knock.


    A knock on the door sounded.


    "Come in."


    Without lifting his head, Aldrich waited until the person entered and walked to his desk; he then realized it was two yers��Larson and Trezeguet.


    Aldrich smiled, gestured for them to sit down, and got up to pour them some water before returning to his desk. Leaning on his elbows with fingers interlocked in front of him, he softly asked, "Henrik, David, are you here to talk about Manchester United''s interest in you?"


    Both yers nodded, and Trezeguet got straight to the point, saying, "Boss, I''m not leaving. I want to stay here. I''m not going to be a backup at Manchester United!"


    His straightforwardness was firm.


    Regarding the transfer, Millwall hadn''t yet responded to Manchester United''s offer, and United naturally couldn''t approach the yers yet. This was simply part of football''s transfer rules; behind many transfers, the purchasing club often contacts yers privately before making an official offer. Manchester United hadn''t done this, which represented Ferguson''s respect for Aldrich. Meanwhile, Aldrich adhered to the same principle during transfer operations. He could have taken shortcuts in the FA regtions for mary gain, but he believed in respecting certain rules. After all, Chelsea had faced legal action and a transfer ban from UEFA for contravening such rules.


    However, Manchester United wasn''t sitting idly by. Earlier that morning, Andrew had sent Aldrich a text saying someone had contacted him, someone who could definitely represent Ferguson''s intentions: Jason-Ferguson.


    Working with Sky Sports in London, Jason met Andrew under the guise of friendship, which was subtly expressing Manchester United''s offer for the two yers.


    Trezeguet might not have a guaranteed starting position if he goes to Manchester United, but the pay would be good. However, he feels quite happy at Millwall, especially since he holds a grateful heart; Aldrich brought him from Argentina to Europe. He firmly believes that at Millwall, he can carve out his own space. Perhaps being barely an adult, he hasn''t fully grasped the difference between the big clubs and the grassroots.


    Havinge up through an underperforming team in Argentina, he appreciated the importance of securing a starting position far more than many younger yers. Chasing after a move to a big club only to be sidelined wasn''t the best route for his future.


    Aldrich nodded in satisfaction. He didn''t want to sell any yers this season or even the next. If yers wanted to stay, he weed that.


    Larson appeared much moreposed and calmly said, "Mr. Hall analyzed the pros and cons of staying or leaving. If I go to Manchester United, I''d have to prove by October that I can outperform Andy Cole and adapt to their tactical system. Boss, I don''t think I need to prove anything to Manchester United. I enjoy your tactics here, and I can contribute significantly, even improving faster than I expected. So, boss, I want to stay."


    "Mr. Hall" was, of course, Andrew.


    Andrew wouldn''t just analyze the team''s tactics with Larson; he included financial aspects as well.


    Manchester United had prepared an offer with a matching weekly wage of ��15,000, which would make it the third highest at the club, after the legendary Cantona and goalkeeper Schmeichel, along with championship bonuses.


    Furthermore, if sessful at United, Larson would see his off-field earnings increase, a significant advantage of United''smercialization.


    However, Larson valued his professional development more. He felt that in Manchester United''s two-winged strategy, his role would be limited. At Millwall, he was always a key yer in their offensive maneuvers. He could score with his head or feet and contribute to organizing ys, allowing him to be a more well-rounded forward. The atmosphere at Millwall was also excellent, and he didn''t want to move to United inte August, only to fight to prove himself in roughly a month with a new tactical system and unfamiliar teammates.


    If he failed, he''d likely end up on the bench. After all, no one was doubting who would be the primary forward upon Cantona''s return; that position was secured. Other United forwards were merelypeting to be his partners.


    Larson wasn''t willing to take the risk, particrly since he believed that with continuous effort at Millwall, sess woulde eventually. After all, it was a stable club with great ambition.


    Aldrich was pleased to hear Larson say this and nodded, "To be honest, I was very afraid of losing you both. But from your perspective, an offer from a giant like Manchester United is undeniably tempting. That''s why I didn''t outright reject their bid, as I worried you might want to leave, and my refusal could create conflict between us. Now that you''ve made your decision, continue to work hard. No, let''s work hard together! On our path to the peak, no one can drop out early. That''s our agreement! As for Manchester United''s bid, we''ll publicly decline it just before this weekend''s match."


    The two yers smiled and nodded. Trezeguet asked curiously, "Boss, why not just reject it today? Wouldn''t it be better to say something earlier? Robert even asked me today if I was nning to leave. I don''t want my teammates thinking I''m leaving."


    Aldrichughed, "You can tell your teammates your decision privately. I''m just creating a bit of trouble for Manchester United. Now everyone knows they''ve made an offer for you, but what about their forwards? What do you think they''ll feel hearing this news? I won''t let them have it easy for trying to poach my yers. Let them be distracted for their midweek preparations!"


    Larson and Trezeguet exchanged understanding looks and smiled.

 Chapter 83: Challenging Arsenal

    <h4>Chapter 83: Challenging Arsenal</h4>


    After the new season began, no one in English football could have anticipated that the two standout teams would be Manchester United and Millwall. Except for a ssic encounter, the loudest buzz in the final stages of the transfer window centered around Manchester United''s pursuit of Larson and Trezeguet.


    The reigning champions, ckburn, kicked off their title defense with a nd one-goal victory over the weak Queens Park Rangers.


    Meanwhile, a striving Arsenal settled for a 1-1 draw against fellow promoted team Middlesbrough at Highbury.


    Liverpool also managed a narrow win against Sheffield Wednesday.


    Yet, none of these matches attracted much attention.


    The only names echoing across Ennd were:


    Manchester United, Millwall.


    Manchester United, Millwall.


    ...


    On the eve of the second round of matches, the number of journalists at Millwall''s official press conference noticeably increased, with the attendance of several major newspaper reporters.


    In a rare move, Aldrich attended the press conference alongside two yers: Larson and Trezeguet.


    When he was working in the lower leagues, Aldrich would show up alone, as theck of attention led reporters to show little interest in the yers'' voices.


    But things were different now. Millwall had established itself in the Premier League and boasted star yers; at least the offer from Manchester United could be considered star-level.


    The reporters became energized, their eyes gleaming.


    Millwall had dyed in making any statements regarding the transfer rumors, and now with two yers present at the press conference, it seemed the moment for a decisive announcement had arrived.


    Whether it would be an agreement for a transfer or a farewell ceremony for the two yers, or a refusal to let them go, would be big news.


    Once seated, Aldrich calmly spoke into the microphone, "On Monday morning, Manchester United officially approached Millwall for two of our yers. After discussions with the yers, Millwall fully respects and supports their choices."


    Hearing Aldrich''s opening remarks, the reporters perked up. This tone suggested that Millwall''s two forwards might not be staying!


    Aldrich turned and smiled at Trezeguet.


    Trezeguet leaned closer to the microphone and said, "I came to Millwall a year ago, and I love it here. The boss has helped me a lot; he has given me trust and support, and I''ve had great sess here. But that''s not enough; I want to achieve even more here. I''m not interested in transferring to Manchester United."


    Being young, Trezeguet didn''t hold back, making his point clear. With these words, if the proud Manchester United ever held an interest in him, they likely wouldn''t consider signing him again after this.


    An uproar erupted in the audience.


    This kid is bold!


    Not interested in a traditional giant like Manchester United?


    How many clubs could possibly catch your eye instead?


    Reporters could not help but recall the story of Ferguson missing the opportunity to sign Gascoigne, the seemingly clumsy genius who was lured away by thevish house offered by Spurs, and subsequently moved to the world''s premier league��Italy...


    Trezeguet''s refusal had the reporters eagerly licking their lips like sharks sensing blood��this was a headliner.


    If he had agreed...


    Then the headline would be something everyone could guess: "French star joins the Red Devils."


    That would be too predictable.


    But a refusal? That''s a whole different story.


    "Trezeguet told Ferguson: No! I''m not interested in Manchester United!"


    Now that''s the kind of headline that catches attention!


    After Trezeguet finished, he sat up straight, almost carefree.


    Larson then took the microphone and said, "Manchester United is a well-known club in Ennd. They have a legendary status, a glorious history, and numerous inspiring stories. I appreciate Manchester United''s recognition of my talents; being sought after by them is a form of validation. However, I have enjoyed my time at Millwall. Working with the boss has made me enjoy football even more. We have a great team and a friendly atmosphere here, which makes it worth staying. I believe this is a decision I will never regret."


    Larson''s words were much more diplomatic, ensuring that his rejection wouldn''t offend anyone and would avoid unnecessary controversy.


    The reporters scribbled furiously, nodding in agreement.


    Yes, you damn well should say no to Manchester United!


    Letting the imperious Manchester United face a setback is what makes this interesting. Millwall, we love it here; we''ll never go unemployed living here!


    Once both yers had voiced their positions, Aldrich spoke again. "As for the transfer rumors, let''s put those to rest. You''re probably aware that Spurs and Leeds have also made offers for several of our yers, which we have rejected. Let me say this once: Millwall''s transfer window is closed. There will be no yersing in or going out, so other clubs should refrain from bothering us. The season has started, and our focus is on the pitch. Do you have any questions regarding tomorrow''s match?"


    The journalists present weren''t just tabloid reporters; by virtue of their status and experience, the major newspaper journalists had priority in questioning.


    David Miller from *The Times* raised his hand to ask, "Mr. Aldrich, due to historical and traditional reasons, there hasn''t been much conflict between Millwall and Arsenal. However, tomorrow''s match marks Millwall''s first Premier League derby. Last season, Arsenal was defeated by Millwall at The Den in the FA Cup, leading to the departure of manager Graham. Will this be a focal point of the match? What''s your opinion of the current Arsenal team?"


    Aldrich smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, let me rify: Graham was not dismissed because he lost that match; rather, he was embroiled in legal troubles. The FA prohibited him from continuing as manager, and Arsenal couldn''t afford to go a whole year without a head coach, so he left Highbury. I believe Millwall''s fans will witness an exciting match at The Den. This is indeed a derby; Arsenal wants to defeat us, and we want to defeat Arsenal. The focus will be on the match itself. They are a traditional giant of English football, and Millwall is interested��no, determined��to challenge the strong. This is a wonderful growth opportunity for us. Although Graham has left Arsenal, his influence hasn''t disappeared. Arsenal is still a strong team; they nearly defended their title in the European Cup Winners'' Cupst season. This year, they''ve retained their core squad and added talented yers like Bergkamp and tt, who bring both skill and experience. They are stronger this season, and I believe Coach Bruce Rioch will aim to assert Arsenal''s resurgence at The Den!"


    A resurgence?


    The reporters exchanged nces; Arsenal had also struggled to beat a promoted team, just like Manchester United.


    However, those who watched the matches knew that Millwall and Middlesbrough were not on the same level: Manchester United and Millwall had put on a thrilling disy, whereas Arsenal had a dreary 1-1 draw against Middlesbrough with few chances created, leaving no signs of revival.


    Richard from *The Daily Mail* pressed further, "Aldrich, are you saying that Rioch will try to conquer the seemingly intimidating Den? But Arsenal isn''t exactly known for its attacking prowess!"


    Aldrich exaggeratedly retorted, "Are you suggesting that Arsenal would tell the world that, as a traditional powerhouse and the most sessful club in London''s history, they arrive at a promoted team''s home ground with no intention of winning? If that''s truly the case, I''d be d��then Millwall could proudly dere: Arsenal fears Millwall! Thendscape of London would find North Arsenal and East Millwall on equal footing! But of course, that''s impossible. Arsenal is a champion. How could they ever abandon the belief in winning?"


    The atmosphere at the press conference became lively; smiles spread across the journalists'' faces, and Richard eagerly began jotting down key points for his story.


    As someone who had followed Millwall since the beginning of the previous season, Richard was too familiar with Aldrich''s style.


    This was just the prelude to the challenge.


    Will Arsenal dare to attack when theye to The Den? Will they dare?


    If they don''t dare, then they''re just cowards afraid of Millwall.


    But if they dare to go on the offensive?


    Heh, what did Millwall rely onst season to make a name for themselves?


    Professionally, it''s called counterattacking; simply put, it''s outpacing defenders in a sprint!


    Once the news is published, Reach won''t know what to think; in any case, it''s sure to give him a headache.


    The press conference wrapped up on a high note.


    The journalists walked away with stories better than they anticipated, while Aldrich had made both traditional giants in English football quite frustrated.


    Manchester United eagerly awaited a star signing but came away empty-handed, while Arsenal struggled to transition from "boring football" to "beautiful football," now faced with the most brilliant team of the season in a local derby.


    Aldrich continued to take things step by step. Although the match against Manchester United was a great victory, there was no time forcency. The league continued; football was an endless journey. There was no true pinnacle��only the legacies yers crafted for future generations to chase and surpass.


    In the tactical meeting before the match, Aldrich remained as serious as ever, analyzing the opposition andying out specific tactics. The yers listened attentively; the uing series of matches provided them with the best tform to demonstrate their skills.

 Chapter 84: A rascal encounters a master rascal.

    <h4>Chapter 84: A rascal encounters a master rascal.</h4>


    In July 1995, the Spice Girls released their single "Wannabe." As soon as the song wasunched, it quickly imed the top spot on the UK charts, creating a sensation in the music scene and sparking widespread anticipation for their future works. This single alone set numerous records, and seventeen yearster, when the Spice Girls reunited, they performed it once more at the closing ceremony of the London Olympics, reigniting the audience''s enthusiasm.


    On a sunny afternoon in southeast London, the Lion''s Den Stadium had already weed over ten thousand fans. Instead of sitting down, the supporters stood in the stands, joyfully swaying to the rhythm of the stadium''s repetitively ying "Wannabe." It wasn''t that Aldrich was promoting the Spice Girls; that would have undermined their reputation. Rather, the most popr songs naturally pleased thergest number of fans.


    The fans were dressed uniformly in deep blue jerseys, representing Millwall''s new season. This was a special,memorative asion because it marked the first season of the Premier League and the team''s first home game, prompting the supporters to don the jerseys and transform the stands into a sea of blue.


    As the yers prepared in the tunnel, Aldrich had arrived early at the stadium. Wherever he went, fans greeted him warmly.


    He made his way toward the East Stand, moving up the aisle while fans close to him requested autographs or photos. With over twenty minutes until the match, Aldrich patiently posed for pictures and signed memorabilia, step by step making his way upward.


    As Aldrich passed a female fan, she suddenly grabbed him and nted a hard kiss on his cheek.


    He was taken aback, looking surprised at her.


    The young woman, likely in her early twenties and appearing to be a university student, shared augh with her three female friends nearby, who were amused by Aldrich''s shocked expression. They even leaned in, intending to do the same, prompting Aldrich to quickly continue his ascent.


    At the very top of the East Stand were the boxes that had been renovated over the summer. Though there weren''t many, Aldrich had arranged for his family to watch from one of these boxes, hoping to provide a better working environment for the broadcasting team by reducing seating capacity a bit.


    Inside the Sky Sports broadcasting area,mentators Martin Tyler and Andy Gray naturally caught sight of the earlier moment on camera.


    Aldrich was the center of attention; as soon as he appeared, the camera focused on him.


    "Ha! Aldrich Hall has been startled by a female fan! Who would have thought that Aldrich, the matador at Old Trafford, would surrender after just a peck on the cheek? Hahaha!"


    Meanwhile, just below the East Stand boxes, five female spectators��the unrecognized Spice Girls��were watching.


    From their elevated position, they witnessed what had just transpired. The youngest, Emma, turned to Mnie and said with a grin, "He''s so popr! Hey, what a handsome guy! Why not let me steal a kiss too?"


    Mnie yfully pushed her away toward the aisle, teasing, "Go for it."


    Emma, halfughing and half-serious, replied, "I was only joking! I''m not into younger guys."


    Mnie shrugged, "You''re only a hundred days older than him, and you wouldn''t feel like he''s much younger than you if you were together."


    "Wait, are you saying I should go for him?"


    "But he wouldn''t like a girl your age."


    "I''m going to kiss him now!"


    "He''sing this way."


    "Huh?"


    Emma turned around, only to find Aldrich standing right in front of her, beaming. He had shaken off the earlier embarrassment and stretched out his right hand, smiling, "Wee to the match!"


    Sticking out her tongue, Emma shook his hand and stood obediently in ce.


    The other Spice Girls, however, were swaying in ce with the stadium music, as if they were in a nightclub.


    Aldrich shook hands with each of them just as the cameras descended upon them, catching the attention of fans below, who quickly recognized the five Spice Girls and erupted in excitement.


    Reluctantly, Aldrich had to invite them to the box.


    However, Aldrich''s intention wasn''t simply to greet the Spice Girls; he was going to say hello to his family in the box.


    In the middle box, Arthur donned Millwall''s home jersey. Starting this season, the club''s position has been held by Aldrich''s father, Arthur. It''s not that he relishes the attention, but with Millwall''s ascension to the Premier League, the workload has increased. Aldrich is too busy to take care of it, so being a passionate Millwall supporter, Arthur simply took it upon himself.


    The portly Arthur and his wife Amelia were standing by the box window, while Bat and Andrew were chatting behind them. Arthur''s sister-inw Leah sat on the sofa, cradling a little boy just over a year old��Aldrich''s nephew Bowens-Hall, who was born before Aldrich returned to Londonst summer.


    The ambition of the Hall family was clearly reflected in the eldest brother, who was rapidly expanding his business. While it seemed he was destined to be a nouveau riche, he humorously named his son with an aristocratic connotation.


    Having settled the Spice Girls in the adjacent box, Aldrich then made his way to where his family was.


    Upon entering, he squatted in front of the couch, taking Bowen''s hand and yfully shaking it, grinning, "Bowen, do you miss your uncle?"


    "Mommy!"


    Bowen innocently called out to Aldrich.


    "Hey, Aldrich, he can only say ''mommy'' and ''daddy'' now," Leah said with a chuckle.


    Aldrich kissed Bowen''s forehead, stood up to hug both brothers, and then turned to receive a peck from his mother, Amelia, who remarked, "Aldrich, you should move back home."


    "But I''m really busy at work every day! Don''t worry, I''lle back three times a week. You must cook me my favorite beef."


    Amelia sighed, shaking her head in resignation.


    Arthur was beaming as he gazed down at the Lion''s Den Stadium, wearing his jersey without any hint of the club **''s authority, looking more like a yful old child.


    Aldrich moved closer, putting an arm around Arthur''s shoulders, and said, "The stadium still feels a bit small. After a couple of years, when it''s bigger than Old Trafford, you''ll see even greater sights."


    Arthur was thoroughly excited today. He hugged Aldrich back and eximed, "I can hardly believe it! Back when you weren''t even born, your brothers and I stood in the stands without any seats, singing and dancing from start to finish. If we didn''t like someone, we''d flip them off and curse; if we got really upset, we''d end up fighting outside after the match! Haha, thinking back, it was quite mad! But now that I''m here, it feels like a dream. Son, I''m so proud of you. Not only do you make me proud, but you also make all Millwall fans proud. Manchester United used to look down on us, and now they must feel foolish, right? Arsenal''s the same; let''s defeat them and show them that Millwall is the real boss from now on! They can go eat shit!"


    Arthur''s initial excitement had turned into a frown as he continued on, leaving Aldrich perplexed. Millwall and Arsenal didn''t seem to have such a deep-seated feud.


    "Huh? What did Arsenal do to upset you?"


    "Oh, it''s just that bloody Premier League roundtable meeting, fuck! That old perv Edwards said Millwall''s reputation is ruining the Premier League''s interests. Hmph, I charged at him and grabbed him by the cor, and he started begging for mercy��what a coward! Then there''s that big-headed idiot Bates, bragging about how Stamford Bridge has weed the World Footballer of the Year and telling everyone to learn from Chelsea''s ''contributions'' to the Premier League. I told him he''s a fucking idiot for turning Chelsea into a retirement home and still having the audacity to say that. Everyone else wasughing, but the most annoying of all was David Dein. He actually proposed that Premier League stadiums shouldn''t hold more than twenty thousand fans and that we should rent outrger grounds. Everyone knows that was a dig at Millwall. Damn it, I can''t stand that guy! After I ''greeted'' his whole family, he finally mmed up."


    Aldrichughed heartily, enjoying the moment, "Those posh bastards have run into a true rogue!"


    "They seriously need to be put in their ce!"


    Arthur scoffed, dismissing them.


    The Premier League roundtable meeting functioned somewhat like an alternative board meeting.


    In a sense, the Premier League was a big corporation, with each owner acting as a shareholder. Each year, some members would exit while neers would join.


    Simr to office politics seen worldwide, the Premier League roundtable also had its struggles of maniption and forming cliques, with the powerful suppressing the weaker, such as Edwards, who has been scheming the "European Super League." Especially with Manchester United losing their Champions League qualification after not winningst season, they wanted to ensure they remained consistently in the elite European matches.


    David Dein was a major contributor to the Premier League''s sess, crucial to its formation, with his presence felt in numerous areas, while smaller clubs oftencked a voice. Even if they did, only in solidarity could the smaller clubs hope to resist the overwhelming interests of therger ones.


    However, generally, outwardly, they would present a unified front. Regardless of the political games yed during the meeting, once they left the roundtable, everyone adhered to secrecy, or else they''d face expulsion and suppression. The one consensus obtained was clear: the better the Premier League operates, the more money they all stand to make!


    Just as Aldrich was about to leave, the box door was pushed open from the outside, and he found Arsenal''s vice-president David Dein entering alongside a suave, sophisticated middle-aged man.


    Aldrich froze, and David Dein stared back at his expression with mild confusion, while hispanion approached Aldrich with a smile, saying warmly, "Long time no see, Aldrich."


    Snapping out of his reverie, Aldrich extended his hand in surprise, muttering, "It''s really been a long time, Ars��ne."


    Wenger had appeared before him!

 Chapter 85: One Hundred and Ten Years of Darkness

    <h4>Chapter 85: One Hundred and Ten Years of Darkness</h4>


    Aldrich was in high spirits, and Wenger''s charm hadn''t faded. The two old friends suddenly reunited, filled with nostalgia.


    "How''s Japan treating you?"


    "Very well."


    "Are you back on vacation? No, the J-League must be in full swing at this time."


    "Actually, I received an invitation from Mr. Dein; I''m just here to watch a game."


    Wenger candidly stated that David Dein had long had his eye on him. After Graham was sacked over six months ago, Dein had invited Wenger. However, at that time, the newly arrived Wenger in Japan was still engulfed in the exhausting five-year period he had spent at Monaco, and thus, he politely declined.


    Dein firmly believed that Wenger was the right choice for Arsenal''s revival. He waited in Wenger''s native France, seizing various "coincidences" to build rapport with Wenger. This sincerity touched Wenger, and as his longing for Europe grew, Dein invited him to Ennd this summer to watch a match. Although he initially nned to arrange for Wenger to see Arsenal face Nottingham Forest at home, after looking at the fixtures, Wenger decided to attend the away sh between Millwall and Arsenal.


    Aldrich smiled, "Hope you enjoy the match here. I have to take off. Let''s have a quick gathering after the game?"


    Wenger shook his head, "No, I''ll be rushing to catch a flight right after the match. I have to return to train the team."


    "Alright, looking forward to your true arrival in London."


    After Aldrich finished speaking, he greeted David Dein and then left the box.


    "Hello, Mr. Wenger! Long time no see!"


    Arthur and Amelia also approached Wenger to greet him. David Dein, observing this scene from the side, found it somewhat strange: Could Millwall also be considering bringing Wenger in as a coach?


    That thought quickly vanished as he shook his head; it was utterly impossible!


    "Oh, my old friend, that trickster Dein,e here and give me a hug!"


    The rotund Arthur turned around and sped David Dein in a tight embrace, yfully squeezing his upper body, nearly taking the breath out of him. In another setting, Dein would have pushed Arthur away, but with Wenger, the distinguished guest, present, he had to grit his teeth and endure, forcing a smile to show that he was on good terms with Arthur.


    Deep down, he loathed Millwall.


    That damned little club was simply a parasite in the Premier League!


    Run-down stadium, rowdy fans, notorious reputation, and thugs!


    Originally, Dein had no interest in watching the match, even if Arsenal was visiting. But since Wenger expressed his desire toe here to watch, he hurriedly requested VIP tickets from Millwall. He couldn''t possibly expect to stand in the stands with Wenger and the fans; that would be simply disrespectful.


    Who would have thought that all Millwall''s tickets had long sold out, leaving only boxes avable? Arthur stubbornly refused to give a vacant box to Dein, insisting they share the same box to watch the game. Although the Premier League didn''t have the tradition of sitting alongside rivals, this arrangement was Millwall''s way of extending hospitality. With no other options, Dein reluctantly epted; he knew Arthur, that old rascal, had his own agenda��he simply wanted to unt his presence at home!


    We''re cultured people, refined and educated��no need to lower ourselves to that of a thug!


    Endure!!!


    Besides, who knows who will win and who will lose yet!


    After a brief "exchange" with Arthur, David Dein put aside his disdain and formally shook hands with Ba, the eldest son of the Hall family, engaging him in small talk.


    Despite his contempt for Arthur, Dein greatly respected his three sons. Ba was a rising star in the British business world; Andrew''s agency was flourishing, and Aldrich didn''t need much mention, having made considerable waves.


    If not for Aldrich''s age and background, were he just a regr worker, Dein might even have found himself making a choice between Wenger and Aldrich.


    Ba merely followed social etiquette. He paid little attention to David Dein, having brushed shoulders with countless elites and tycoons in the British business scene. Speaking lightly with a representative from the Byk Bank consortium didn''t warrant paying special attention to this club''s vice-chairman. Moreover, he had always believed that Aldrich''s choice to be a football coach was a waste of his talents!


    Just two days ago, Microsoft hadunched the Windows 95 operating system, and stocks soared. This new product was poised to prate various global markets, indicating that Microsoft was on the brink of a substantial leap forward.


    Since that ck Monday eight years ago, Ba''s preferred investment choice had been Microsoft stocks, thanks to Aldrich''s insights. With every passing second, Ba''s fortune was swelling alongside Microsoft''s rising share prices.


    He regarded Aldrich as a genius who could generate ie even while asleep, while his brother wished to be a football coach, toiling hard and facing challenges. Bat felt regret about this, yet he had never counseled Aldrich against his choice. In their family, each brother had achieved his own aspirations, never interfering with one another, united only by one principle: to support each other.


    Wenger stood at the front of the box, surveying the entire Den from a high vantage point.


    Almost a year ago, he hade to this stadium to watch a game, sitting in the stands without feeling that there was anything particrly special about it. But today, as he looked out, it was a magnificent sight.


    Apart from a small corner of the north stand where the away fans donned a few inconspicuous red shirts, the entire stadium had transformed into a sea of blue, with the south stand being the most eye-catching.


    That was the pre-match disy by the Lions'' Roar fan group. They had spent over half a month creating arge mural that covered the entire south stand.


    The content of the mural was actually quite simple; it was a reproduction of the official promotional poster for Millwall''s first team for the new season.


    It was almost identical tost season''s poster, with Aldrich at the center, dressed in a suit, giving off a confident smile that seemed a bit wild, standing tall with his hands in his pockets.


    Behind Aldrich, thirty first-team yers were lined up in their dark blue home jerseys, forming a V shape, exuding an intimidating aura!


    The Lions'' Roar fans had turned the promotional poster into a massive mural, raised high by everyone in the south stand, creating a thrilling atmosphere that shook the stadium!


    The live broadcast kept reying this scene before the match started.


    As the yers began to enter the field, Aldrich had already returned to the coaching area. He stood calmly by the sidelines, patiently waiting for the game to begin.


    Not far from him, the opposing team''s coaching area was upied by Arsenal''s new head coach, Bruce Rioch. He wore a serious expression, clearly showing that he took this match very seriously.


    Having taken over from the interim coach Houston in the summer, Rioch felt the immense pressure. He wanted to change Arsenal butcked the decisiveness; especially as a new head coach, his priority would normally be to erase the influence of the previous coach on the team. However, Arsenal''s situation was somewhat special. Houston had only been in charge for four months and wasn''t particrly noteworthy, while Graham''s dismissal stemmed from off-the-field factors. The imprint left by Graham during his eight years was not something that could be wiped away in a day.


    Especially since this group of yers had already achieved great sess, Rioch could only adjust the internal dynamics rather than implement sweeping reforms. Otherwise, he would surely find himself ousted by the more dominant figures in the locker room.


    Thus, Arsenal''s tactical approach this season still reflected the foundationid during the Graham era, adhering to a 5-3-2 formation.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, wee to the Den, the home ground of Millwall. I''m Martin Taylor, and once again joining me tomentate on the match is our familiar face, Andy Gray."


    "Martin, what do you make of today''s London derby?"


    "It''s going to be a battle between offense and defense, haha. Millwall''s attack has already left a deep impression after theirst match, while Arsenal has been known for their defensive solidity over the past eight years, maintaining a suffocating record of just 18 goals conceded this season. However, Arsenal isn''t in great form right now. In less than a year, the team has seen its third head coach take over��Graham, Houston, and now Rioch. I think Rioch will y it safe at the Den, especially after failing to secure a win at home against the newly promoted Middlesbrough. The pressure on him is enormous."


    "But if Arsenal only manages to leave the Den with a draw today, I believe neither the fans nor the management will be satisfied. I don''t mean to underestimate Millwall; it''s just that there''s a deeply rooted perception about Millwall''s fighting spirit. This year marks the 110th anniversary of Millwall''s founding, yet they haven''t won any significant titles. Of course, if you count the Southern League championship from a hundred years ago as a title, then it''s nearly been a century since Millwall has tasted victory. On the other hand, Arsenal remains a historic powerhouse in English football."


    "You''re not wrong. It''s precisely this sense of repression and longing that has fueled the passionate frenzy of Millwall''s fans for 110 years, a phenomenon that''s quite understandable. Could Aldrich be the key to ending Millwall''s long wait for a trophy? If they can keep the current squad together, winning a championship shouldn''t be out of reach for them."


    "Yes, everyone is watching Millwall closely. The entire football scene in Ennd is specting about this squad with an average age of just 23. They''ve yet to hit their peak, but in three to five years, they could challenge for the title as long as they retain their yers without being poached by other teams."


    "The retention of Larsson and Trezeguet is a positive signal. It shows that the club is not swayed by financial temptations to abandon their ideals. With a transfer fee of twelve million pounds for each yer, many Premier League teams would have rushed to seal the deal and count their profits."


    "Alright, let''s take a look at today''s starting lineups. Millwall''s starting eleven is the same as in thest match: goalkeeper Keller, defenders Thuram, Stam, Southgate, Neill; midfielders Schneider, Mak��l��l��, Nedv��d, Pires; forwards Larsson and Trezeguet. Arsenal''s starting lineup features: goalkeeper Seaman; defenders Winterburn, Adams, Bould, Keown, Dixon; midfielders Mason, Jensen, tt; forwards Wright partnering Bergkamp. Millwall''s 4-4-2 formation against Arsenal''s 5-3-2."


    Watching Bergkamp, who was ready to kick off, Aldrich remained unperturbed, silently thinking to himself: The Ice Prince? Today I''ll freeze you in ce!

 Chapter 86: A Tactical Showdown

    <h4>Chapter 86: A Tactical Showdown</h4>


    In the London derby between Millwall and Arsenal, it wasn''t the yers on the pitch who ignited the atmosphere but the passionate fans in the stands.


    The giant banner in the South Stand had been taken down, and members of the "Lion Roar" group stood up together. Brady was at the front, his right hand raised, rhythmically waving it.


    "One, two, three!"


    "Dumbass! Dumbass! Arsenal!"


    "One, two, three!"


    "Dumbass! Dumbass! Arsenal!"


    The taunting shouts thundered from the South Stand, echoing across the stadium.


    This wasn''t an original chant by Millwall fans; Arsenal had beenbeled as "Dumbass" for many years, mocked by all of their rivals for their style of football.


    However, the "Lion Roar" added their unique touch by emphasizing the pauses in the word "Arsenal" for rhythm.


    The mockery gained a profound meaning!


    In English, particrly British English, the first part of "Arsenal" sounds simr to the words for "fool," "idiot," or "donkey," which can refer to someone with a stubborn nature.


    While Arsenal yers had faced ridicule before, the incessant shouts from the Lion''s Den made them feel the sting of humiliation today.


    Aldrich, standing on the sideline, couldn''t help but chuckle at the strange pronunciation of "Arsenal."


    Correct! Otherwise, how could this be called a derby?


    But after the kickoff, the team dominating on the field was the visiting Arsenal.


    Rioch was hesitant to change his five-defender formation. Still, he allowed his wingbacks to push forward aggressively. As Winterburn and Dixon surged into the attack, Arsenal''s offensive presence shifted the bnce.


    With five defenders and a defensive midfielder, Arsenal''s wide attacks relied on the wingbacks��while their central attack depended on the intery between central midfielders and forwards.


    After facing an explosive Millwall in their opening match against Manchester United, today they implemented the right tactics. Nedved dropped back to join Makelele, creating a barrier in front of the Millwall box, effectively severing Arsenal''s connections between their forwards and midfield.


    In the midst of Millwall''s blockade, thirty-something Ian Wright and Dennis Bergkamp found it difficult to receive any service from midfield. If Bergkamp dropped back to retrieve the ball, Makelele would mark him tightly; if he receded further, Makelele would stop following him, maintaining a safe zone.


    Millwall had chosen deliberately to forgo a midfield battle with Arsenal, opting instead topress the attacking space and strengthen their defense in dangerous areas. Arsenal''s attempts, whether it was Bergkamp''s dribbles or tt''s runs forbination ys, could not threaten Millwall''s goal.


    Seeing Arsenal''s repeated failed attempts at attack, the offensive yers freezing, Aldrich wore a poker face but couldn''t resist sneaking a nce toward the box.


    Professor, you''re arriving at just the right moment!


    Today''s Millwall is using the same tactics that Arsenal will adopt in their resurgence two yearster.


    With Vieira and the adapted defensive midfielder Petit squeezing the opponent''s attacking space, Vieira makes runs during counterattacks, relying on both wings and forward Bergkamp''s support. The mboyant attacking tactics of Arsenal, which will emerge in two years, are now being employed by Millwall!


    Interestingly, the on-field positions and roles are also quite simr: Makelele with Petit, Nedved with Vieira, and Larsson with Bergkamp.


    By actively giving up the midfield, Aldrich was coaxing the snake out of its hole.


    Arsenal, known for their defense, needed to be given space to attack. Yet, even after years away from a more offensive approach and adopting a "1:0" mentality, could having tt and Bergkamp make the team''s attacking y revitalized?


    The first ten minutes had already proven Arsenal''s ineffectiveness in settled attacking y!


    When the attack fails to progress, Arsenal ispelled to augment their offensive yers. Wenterburn and Dixon making runs from the sidelines enhance their attacking threat, but Millwall''s response is equally straightforward: Neil and Thuram match up head-to-head, one for one!


    This way, on the vertical defensive line, Millwall does not experience a numerical disadvantage


    Inside the box, David Dein was enthusiastically exining Arsenal''s standout yers to Wenger, tossing in some disdain toward Millwall. He believed that the previous match against Manchester United showcased ack of experience among the young yers that ultimately diminished the Red Devils'' glory, whereas Millwall had shone brightly. He imed the differences in defense were stark between United and Arsenal.


    Naturally, he was boosting his own team''s ego; besides boasting about their star yers, Arsenal had little else to praise.


    However, the usually stoic Wenger refrained from replying. If he had a tactical manual at hand, he would clearly exin the unseen dynamics on the pitch to Dein.


    Although Arsenal appeared aggressive, they were struggling to prate Millwall''s defensive depths. Bergkamp couldn''t receive the ball near the penalty area; whenever he came to collect it, his passes couldn''t connect with Wright, and contentious dribbles failed to shake off Makelele. The wingbacks joining the attack had created a matched situation with Millwall''s advanced defenders. Really, the pressure on Arsenal was intense.


    And Arsenal''s defense became shaky once the wingbacks moved forward to assist from behind; however, it remained uncertain if Aldrich could capitalize on that weakness.


    tt controlled the ball in midfield, attempting several ground attacks that failed to prate Millwall''s tight defense in front of the box. Therefore, he opted for a high ball long pass, hoping to find Wright directly. The ball was predictably cleared by Stam''s header, falling to Nedved''s feet, while Bergkamp made only a token effort to press before giving up the pursuit as Nedved elerated away.


    With tt, Mason, and Jensen stretched across the midfield defense line, Nedved took a brief adjustment and initiated a long pass that sailed right over the midfield to the left nk, where Pires was eagerly waiting!


    Wenger bore witness to this maneuver, a slight smile curling his lips: It seems Aldrich had prepared well.


    Yes, Aldrich had instructed the wingbacks to pair up against Arsenal''s defenders instead of pulling back their wide midfielders. The objective was crystal clear.


    Once Pires received the ball, heunched into a zing run along the baseline. Within Arsenal''s defensive line, only three center-backs remained, while the defensive midfielder followed closely behind, tight on the revved-up Nedved.


    However, Millwall enjoyed a clear advantage in numbers in their attack.


    As Pires sped forward, running parallel were three teammates: Trezeguet, Larsson, and Schneider.


    Not opting to cut inside, Pires stuck to his path, driving straight toward the baseline. Just as he neared the big box, he executed a feinted cut, forcing Arsenal''s defense to split to intercept him.


    This action stretched the distance between the three central defenders in the box and created an opening in front of the goal. Pires slid the ball across just as Adams advanced to close him down. Trezeguet, engaging in a physical tussle with Bowler, smartly chose to let the ball pass through, sending it rolling between his legs and Bowler''s. Larsson had been anticipating this moment and dashed forward, taking two steps back,ing into rights with the iing ball��with enough preparation time, he didn''t need much before elegantly pushing it with his foot toward the lower right corner. Schmeichel burst from his goal toward him, arms wide and body low, but could only watch as the ball rolled past his outstretched leg. Then, Lion''s Den erupted with joy!


    "Larsson! Arsenal''s defense haspletely fallen apart. They couldn''t even touch the ball, and had no chance tomit a foul in a body-to-body encounter. Millwall has taken the lead in what appeared to be a disadvantageous match. They executed a textbook counterattack, prating Schmeichel''s defenses. Larsson was incredibly calm in front of goal; his transition from positioning to receiving the ball and finally shooting with confidence proves he has the potential to be a top-notch striker!"


    After scoring, Larsson joyfully ran toward the South Stand, with teammates rushing to congratte him.


    They relished this exhrating sensation!


    Breaching Arsenal''s gate in the derby and enjoying the acim of their fans��what could be more enjoyable?


    Aldrich merely pped his hands. The match had only just started, so there was no reason to get carried away. Moreover, the opponents were not an elite team.


    Whether facing a rejuvenated Manchester Unitedcking the spirit of Cantona or this confused Arsenal team undergoing transition, both traditional powerhouses had not yet reached their former glory. Millwall also possessed immense potential; not only were the yers advancing, but the tactical framework was still being solidified. Aldrich would not allow himself to becent��the journey was still long.


    Rioch stood on the sidelines, only able to encourage his yers; there was little else he could do.


    In the box, Arthur celebrated jubntly, even dancing with exuberance as he loudly cheered Millwall''s name. In contrast, David Dein, impably dressed andposed, wore a rather somber expression.


    Just moments ago, he had been bragging about Arsenal to Wenger, and now they had conceded a goal��what a resounding p in the face! Just like hitting himself!


    Wenger, however, wore a gracious smile as he softly remarked, "Mr. Dein, do you know why Arsenal conceded that goal?"


    "Perhaps the yers still haven''t woken up from their holiday state; they seem to be slow in getting into the rhythm of the season."


    Dein offered a flimsy excuse. After failing to secure victory against Middlesbrough at home, now conceding a goal to Millwall away��it was a serious blow to the dignity of a traditional powerhouse. Under Graham''s leadership, Arsenal had at least maintained a level of performance; now, though, they were hanging on the edge of a precipice.


    Wenger shook his head slightly, saying, "If Arsenal cannot make changes, they will continue to concede goals. Millwall''s tactics are designed to counter Arsenal effectively."


    Dein furrowed his brow and retorted, "Oh? What leads you to that conclusion?"


    "It''s quite simple. When Arsenal defends, apart from the goalkeeper, they have three center-backs and one defensive midfielder; but in attack, they use six yers. Millwall''s defense alsoprises six yers: four defenders and two midfielders. With an equal number of yers, Arsenal''s past tactical conventions prevent them from coordinating effectively to break through Millwall''s backline. When caught on the counter, Millwall attacks with four yers, while Arsenal defends with four. The issue is that one of Arsenal''s defensive yers is a defensive midfielder, and Millwall can position their four in a line or in a diamond shape, which creates a numerical advantage. Unless Arsenal''s defensive midfielder can drop back to defend as a center-back, simr opportunities for Millwall will still arise, and if they capitalize on them, they will score again."


    Dein contemted briefly and nodded, "So where does the real problem lie?"


    "It''s in the formation. Arsenal used to y with a 5-3-2 formation; if they switched to 3-5-2, they might have better synergy to defend against such counterattacks. Honestly, if Arsenal would drop their image as a former elite team and patiently utilize the 5-3-2 they are familiar with,pressing Millwall''s attacking space, they''d have a much higher chance of winning this match. Aldrich certainly wants to win, but he has cleverly identified Arsenal''s weaker psychological need to win. I admire his tactical insight."


    "Is wanting to win a weakness?"


    "Absolutely. In a sh of the titans, the first step is to suppress the opponent''s attack. Unless you have absolute control of the game, which is difficult to achieve in the English league due to the strength of physical confrontations, the referee''s interpretations, and changes in pace."


    "Thank you, I understand now. Mr. Wenger, I believe your coaching will lead Arsenal back to glory; at the very least, you have a clear vision of how to change this team."


    "Right now, I''m enjoying my time in Japan and have no intention of returning to Europe to coach."

 Chapter 87: The Shadow of a Superstar

    <h4>Chapter 87: The Shadow of a Superstar</h4>


    After conceding a goal, Arsenal instinctively returned to their old tactic: defending and counter-attacking.


    This was understandable; they were facing Millwall''s starters for the first time. In the previous season''s FA Cup encounter, Arsenal had yed against Millwall''s substitutes, none of whom were on the pitch today.


    Millwall maintained a rxed control over the game''s tempo, forcing Arsenal to tighten their defense. Millwall mirrored this by contracting their own formation. Their short passingbinations were impressively smooth, and with Arsenal''s defense crowded in the box, Millwall''s forwards withdrew toplete their attacks with powerful long-range shots.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, confident andmanding. Though he didn''t know Graham well, he had observed Arsenal''s evolution over the years and naively believed they were merely mimicking trends, adding elements suited for the English league to the dominant Italian catenio. This indeed had led Arsenal to a fleeting period of glory.


    In the hundred years of football, only Italy has elevated defense to an art form. Even when broadcasting technology and football culture were not fully developed, Italy created a significant impact in Europe.


    It made those in the footballmunity wonder: how did the game transform into this?


    From 1985 to 1989, Italian clubs won five league titles, with the fewest goals conceded being 14 and the most 19. Apart from Inter Mn''s remarkable 67 goals in 1989, the others scored 41, 42, 43, and 43 goals respectively.


    During that period, Graham took over at Arsenal and passionately began to craft a football style that emphasized extreme defense, akin to the Italian 1-0 ideology.


    Italy''s catenio was still evolving. In the summer of 1994, AC Mn imed the league title, but their numbers for goals conceded and goals scored were shocking: 36 and 15.


    Fast forward ten or twenty years, and such statistics would be terrifying!


    Whether Italian tactics are the most advanced and trendsetting is not for Aldrich to judge, as the Italian league, often dubbed the "mini World Cup," was already under scrutiny. While some regarded Italian football as anti-football��ugly and destructive to the beautiful game��others revered it.


    What cannot be denied is the intense study of defensive tactics by Italian coaches who constantly refined the catenio, elevating defense to art, which led to a flourishing Italian league!


    Italian teams began to dominate Europeanpetitions; they were not just regrs in the Champions League, but frequent finalists, forging the world''s most imprable shield, weing countless forwards yearning to prove themselves and aspiring to be the sharpest des ready to cut through that defense.


    Such defensive tactics thrived in Italy, evolving and peaking while maintaining longevity.


    However, in Ennd, Arsenal''s brilliance was difficult to sustain because it shed with the country''s football culture. After tasting the sweetness of championship sess, Arsenal''s yers felt constrained, leading to a loss of drive and passion, squandering their youth.


    Now, Arsenal sought transformation. They needed a suitable mentor. Aldrich believed it was the right choice for Wenger not to return to Europe that summer; although Riochcked great renown in coaching, he yed a crucial role in Arsenal''s transitional phase. At the very least, he provided the yers with a necessary adjustment period for the change in style, reducing the challenges when Wenger eventually took over.


    The situation on the pitch exemplified Arsenal''s struggles at this stage. In the twenty minutes following Millwall''s lead, they yed conservatively, with only four yers pushing forward, resulting in a stagnant attack. Unable to stand it any longer, their full-backs surged forward.


    What other option did they have?


    They were known for their ability to win 1-0.


    But at this moment, they were behind 0-1.


    Aldrich watched the tense situation on the field calmly, thinking: If we get another goal, it willpletely break Arsenal!


    Wenterburn''s pass was sessfully intercepted by Mak��l��l��. Nedved received the ball and passed it to the right nk, where Schneider galloped forward like the wind.


    Having learned from their earlier mistake, Arsenal swiftly regrouped. They were not in a hurry to press; instead, they set their defensive shape to slow their opponents down. Even the defensive midfielders rushed back to the box to make up for their defensive disadvantage.


    Schneider advanced with the ball before passing it to the center, where a charging Nedved found himself unmarked. Rather than attempting a distant shot, he chose to prate the box, trying to outpace Adams.


    As the two yers brushed past each other, Adams opted for a sliding tackle. He is a defender with top-notch tackling skills. Nedved slipped while elerating and fell directly in the penalty area.


    In a sh, the spectators and coaching staff were unsure of what transpired. All they saw was Nedved down in the box, while Adams had also tumbled after his tackle, the ball now cleared away.


    Referee Poll blew his whistle, pointing to the penalty spot in Arsenal''s box.


    "Tony Adams'' slide tackle brought Pavel Nedved down in the box. The rey clearly shows Adams made contact with the ball first, while it seems Nedved lost his bnce just before any contact. Referee Poll decisively awarded the penalty, though this decision is questionable."


    "Regardless, this presents a great opportunity for Millwall. If they can extend their lead before halftime, Arsenal''s hopes of aeback will be slim."


    When Adams realized the referee had given a penalty, he jumped to his feet in rage, shouting at Nedved, "You fraud! I didn''t touch you! I was going for the ball!"


    FIFA introduced strict regtions against sliding tackles from behind in 1994, but enforcement only became effective during the 1998 World Cup. For now, it was still a process of warming up to the new policies.


    Poll''s decision was likely not based on the dangerous nature of the tackle but on his belief that Adams knocked Nedved down first.


    As several Arsenal yers surrounded him, Nedved got to his feet and calmly gestured to referee Poll, shaking his head: "That''s not a penalty!"


    Seeing this, Arsenal yers were momentarily stunned.


    Adams'' eyes widened, his mouth agape in disbelief, unable to finish his scolding.


    A few Arsenal yers also gathered around Poll, with Wenterburn pointing at Nedved, saying, "He just admitted it wasn''t a penalty!"


    Nedved approached, simply telling the referee: "I slipped by myself; he didn''t foul me. There''s no penalty."


    The scene was bizarre.


    At Lion''s Den Stadium, a hush fell over the crowd, with fewer than twenty thousand fans glued to the action in Arsenal''s box, where Arsenal yers huddled around the referee, and the referee conversed with Nedved.


    In English football''s origins, the game was a vigorous contest between warriors. The earliest formal football rules prohibited backward passing��onlyteral and forward passing sufficed, reminiscent of ancient Chinese duels between knights.


    In high-stakes encounters, yers adhered to the principles of nobility. If someone were tounch a sneak attack or intervene, they''d be looked down upon by their peers.


    Thus, English fans inherently appreciated the gritty British yers. Nedved''sbative style, bravely facing challenges on the pitch, earned him apuse even when he fell; he embodied qualities admired and revered by British fans��not the shy, cunning "European yers." If Nedved had dived, even the proud Millwall supporters would revile him!


    Even in war, rules exist. How could football tolerate unscrupulous tactics to deceive for victory?


    Yet now, they could clearly see Nedvedmunicating with the referee, requesting the penalty be overturned. Otherwise, why bother speaking with the referee? Just kick the penalty!


    The Millwall yers, hands on their hips, looked towards Aldrich at the sidelines.


    "What to do, boss?"


    "We have a penalty, but the vice-captain seems to have ''defected.''"


    The yers on the field admired Nedved''s action but needed to see Aldrich''s response. Regardless of the oue, the coach''s will mattered greatly at this moment.


    Aldrich stood frozen, utterly shocked!


    He was deeply moved!


    At Millwall, he was both the owner and the head coach��essentially the local emperor��unlike his peers who were constantly looming over by a metaphorical sword of Damocles. Still, deep down, he carried an unbearable weight, the fear of failure that hung over him like a shadow.


    He could lure promising stars to the club, but he feared hecked the ability to coach them to sess. If a star were to "flourish out" under his watch, he would live with regret, as it would irrevocably alter that yer''s destiny, leaving him haunted by thebel of "culprit."


    Yet witnessing Nedved''s moment, it was as if he saw a profound brilliance radiating from him.


    That was the glow of a superstar!


    Superstars require not only skill but also charisma and a strong spirit.


    Aldrich felt a tear welling in the corner of his eye, quietly thinking: "Thank you, Pavel, for touching my soul."


    Turning around, Aldrich raised both hands high above his head, beginning to p, rallying all the fans to apud Nedved for his disy at that moment.


    The crowd at Lion''s Den Stadium leapt to their feet, pping along with Aldrich.


    Many fans nodded while apuding!


    Despite Millwall being criticized for their aggressive style in the past, they had never lost their ethos.


    Underhanded tactics, like those of thieves and swindlers,cked any dignity!


    If you can''t win honestly, then at least lose honorably!


    Diving and theatrics in football have never been tolerated.


    The stadium reverberated with apuse for Nedved, and even Arsenal fans rose to their feet in appreciation, the noise swelling into an uninterrupted wave, immortalizing this moment as a ssic scene for Millwall.

 Chapter 88: Blitzkrieg

    <h4>Chapter 88: Blitzkrieg</h4>


    Despite Nedv��d''s repeated attempts to exin to the referee Paul what had transpired in the penalty area, Paul merely shook his head in refusal. While there were instances where a referee could change their call, it was certainly a cautious matter, as it undermined their professional integrity. To overturn one''s own decision? That would only lower their authority.


    Perhaps it was just the inherent conservatism and stubbornness of the English, but Paul ultimately signaled for Millwall to take the penalty.


    The Arsenal yers were livid, yet they had no ce to voice their grievances. They did not despise Millwall, their derby rivals; instead, they found themselves angry at the referee.


    Helplessly, aside from Seaman guarding the goal, the other yers had exited the box, but the Millwall yers still turned to nce at Aldrich along the sidelines.


    What to do about this penalty kick?


    The primary penalty taker on the team was Larson, but Aldrich pointed to Nedv��d from the sidelines, indicating that he would take the penalty.


    Larson had no objections, and the Millwall yers didn''t even position themselves on the penalty line to prepare for a follow-up shot; everyone stood back at a distance.


    Paul blew his whistle, and Nedv��d walked slowly to the penalty spot, gently touching the ball with his toe before turning and jogging back.


    Seaman stepped forward to pick up the ball, clearly moved by Nedv��d''s action, and began to apud.


    The stands erupted with warm apuse once more.


    As Nedv��d ran back, he passed Adams, who sincerely said, "Sorry."


    He had just hurled a series of curses, but Nedv��d chose to ignore him.


    ncing over at Adams, Nedv��d continued running, unfazed.


    "Andy, this isn''t going to be a great moment on the pitch, but it will surely be a ssic example of fair y. Nedv��d is showing everyone that on the football field, you should beat your opponent honorably. If W?rl sees this, he should feel ashamed. Even if he brought Germany to the pinnacle of the world, beyond the German fans, no one admires his dive in the ''90 World Cup final."


    "The crowd is apuding Nedv��d''s conduct. This is the kind of behavior we should endorse. Not every yer who falls in the penalty area is fouled or diving. The referee''s decisions can sometimes be unjust; that''s part of football. But I''m d to see yers like Nedv��d standing up to uphold the integrity of the game. There are far too many negative examples in football, yet Nedv��d exemplifies what it means topete fairly. Aldrich, the coach of Millwall, also aligned himself with Nedv��d''s actions; reys show his strong agreement. I think tomorrow, there will be even more neutral fans who appreciate Aldrich."


    Having suffered from Maradona''s ''Hand of God'', English fans are most contemptuous of deceitful actions on the field. Even when Owen dived while representing his national team, he didn''t receive understanding only scorn and mockery, In the ''90 World Cup final, the Emperor of Football, Beckenbauer, led a dominant German team against the defending champions Argentina, who scraped into the final. Germany was at an advantage but failed to score. The referee overlooked a penalty for Germany, and W?rl deceived the referee with a divete in the match to earn a penalty. With that penalty, Germany stood at the top of the world again, but W?rl faced severe condemnation afterwards.


    The first half ended quickly, and both teams retreated to their locker rooms.


    Aldrich waited for his yers to take their seats before giving them two minutes to clean their boots, tidy their jerseys, or have a sip of water to calm down.


    "Pavel, you did the right thing."


    Aldrich said calmly, addressing Nedv��d. Nedv��d looked up at him, nodded, and said nothing.


    Turning his gaze to the other yers, Aldrich continued, "I''m a coach who craves victory, and you are yers who desire victory too. But we must not allow the lure of sess to corrupt our spirits. If our talents don''t match the opponent''s, then let''spensate with hard work and sweat. If our strength iscking, we will improve our abilities through determination and unity. However, we must never tarnish the word ''victory''. We shouldn''t reduce the value of winning by resorting to deceitful tactics. Yes, that might help us win an important match and im a crucial trophy, but in the process, we would lose even more. Some mistakes, once made, have no chance for redemption."


    Many yers listened attentively and nodded solemnly.


    After a moment of silence, Aldrich walked to the tactical board and began articting the ns for the second half. There weren''t significant changes; rather, it was a shift in rhythm and slightly more detailed tactics.


    Before the start of the second half, Aldrich took special note of the Arsenal yers'' expressions on the sidelines. He could see theirpetitive spirit had returned, their eyes gleaming with renewed determination.


    Rioch is not an ipetent coach; at least after a demoralizing first half for Arsenal, their momentum picked up again following the break in the dressing room at halftime.


    This was good.


    The atmosphere in the stands remained electric, and amidst the cheers and shouts of encouragement, the second halfmenced.


    Arsenal aligned their thoughts, and Rioch made some adjustments to the defense, strengthening their backline by utilizing Adams as a sweeper in a three-man defense. This resembled the early chain defense of the great international era, but it''s uncertain whether this temporary change would bring any remarkable results.


    Winterburn and Dixon boldly pushed forward to assist in attacking, while Bergkamp dropped back to y a false nine, sharing ymaking duties. Arsenal''s formation had transformed into something quite irregr, as adjustments to the 5-3-2yout were somewhat unavoidably bizarre.


    Arsenalunched an offensive, with Bergkamp retreating tobine with the oing tt, who then found Wright at the edge of the penalty area. Wright took a shot without an angle, forcing Keller tofortably collect the ball.


    Aldrich lifted his chin and gestured towards Arsenal''s half, signaling for Millwall to initiate their swift counterattack!


    The counterattackmenced from the goal kick. Keller threw the ball to Thuram on the nk, who began to surge forward. Arsenal hadn''t anticipated Thuram''s offensive involvement, causing a moment of panic. What further caught them off guard was that aside from the two center-backs and defensive midfielder Makelele, every other Millwall yer surged forward like a blue whirlwind, pressing forward relentlessly.


    Thuram made a direct pass to Schneider, whoid it off to Nedv��d. Following a one-two, Schneider pushed it wide and received the ball again. In the attack''s culmination, Trezeguet drove into the box, Larson close behind, just on the edge of the six-yard box. Schneider''s return pass rolled right to him, and he unleashed a powerful shot as Arsenal''s defense continued to backpedal. The ball zipped quickly through, and Powell, realizing toote, attempted to block Larson''s shot but was clearly slow. The ball streaked past him, a whisper of wind in its wake.


    Seaman dived toward the top left corner of the, but by the time he made it, the ball had already nestled into the corner.


    Millwall led 2-0!


    "Larson! Red-hot Larson! He fired a fierce shot from the edge of the box into the corner! Millwall''s counterattack, starting from the goalkeeper, was astonishingly fast! In League One, they consistently tore apart opponents'' defenses. Just look at the rey: from Keller throwing the ball to Thuram, to the final goal, Millwall executed this rapid counterattack in just 13 seconds! How fast can they be?!"


    Seeing the goal, Aldrich closed his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and he pumped his fist in front of him in a small gesture of tion.


    In the second half, Arsenal would undoubtedly enhance their offensive efforts. Millwall''s goal was not to retreat defensively; they intended to unleash a blitz!


    As long as Arsenal pressed forward, the space behind them would be Millwall''s counterattack stage. If their strikes couldn''tnd on Millwall, then Millwall''s swift counters would ring the death knell for the Gunners!


    Larson, who had scored twice, raced along the sideline, one hand to his ear, soaking in the roaring cheers from the crowd.


    From the South Stand, a chant erupted.


    "Nobody likes us, we don''t care! We''ve got Larson!"


    Rioch appeared somewhat frustrated; Arsenal, going through a period of reform, faced the stable Millwall. The sharp edge that Arsenal had lost over recent years could not be quickly regained, while Millwall resembled a newly born lion, hungry for victory, eager to taste the blood of their enemies!


    The motivation ignited at halftime dissipated almost instantaneously, leaving Arsenal''s yers standing with their hands on their hips, looking lost and defeated.


    After a loss to Millwall''s second-string teamst season, they mightfort themselves with the idea that Graham''s job was shaky and the team''s performance had plunged, resulting in not being able to unite as one. But today?


    Facing Millwall''s first-choice lineup, their attack was utterly disastrous, and their formerly proud defense appeared riddled with holes.


    Where was the dawn of victory?


    Following Arsenal''s kick-off, Aldrich noticed something that almost made him chuckle.


    Arsenal began to y their usual defensive game again.


    They resembled ostriches, huddling together. They would poke their heads up to check the outside world, and upon sensing danger, they quickly withdrew, burying their heads to ensure their safety from harm.


    Rioch walked back to the coaching area and sat down. There were still forty minutes to y, but he didn''t have any expectations for aeback.


    After all, it was a derby; they couldn''t afford to lose by too much, even though Millwall was not Arsenal''s primary rival��Tottenham was.


    Arsenal''s attacking system could be considered starting over. Just because Bergkamp and tt had arrived didn''t mean they would immediately be sharp. Loco relied heavily on his best yers on the pitch; avoiding further counterattacks was the correct choice against the rising threat of Millwall.


    Millwall remained relentless, and just ten minutes before the match''s conclusion, Trezeguet and Larson executed a surprising swap; Larson charged into the penalty area to meet a cross from Pires. His header once again pierced the guarded by Seaman.


    Completing a hat trick, Larson was named yer of the Match as Arsenal left the Lion''s Den with a three-goal defeat!

 Chapter 89: One Hundred Million Debt

    <h4>Chapter 89: One Hundred Million Debt</h4>


    Millwall''s first Premier League London derby concluded with a resounding three-goal victory over the traditional powerhouse Arsenal, as David Dein and Wenger watched the entire match from the luxury box.


    David Dein was struggling to suppress the anger boiling inside him, putting on a facade of calmness while he was actually close to exploding.


    Each time Millwall scored, Arthur would be ecstatic. After Larssonted the third goal, this old rogue even opened a bottle of wine and poured a ss for David Dein, treating him not as a rival Arsenal supporter, but more like a Millwall fan.


    David Dein forced a smile to politely refuse Arthur''s goodwill, while Wenger, being on a business trip, naturally refrained from any drinking.


    If the television cameras caught Dein and Arthur raising their sses together in the suite, this Arsenal vice-chairman would likely have to resign voluntarily when he got back to Highbury.


    Dein had made up his mind to invite Wenger again when the J-League season ended at the end of the year. After all, Wenger couldn''t leave Japan due to contractual obligations, and out of courtesy, he couldn''t just walk away from Nagoya Grampus after coaching for less than a year.


    What surprised Dein was that Arsenal''s dismal defeat at the Den seemed to awaken them. Since that match, Rioch''s Arsenal had been performing increasingly better, truly demonstrating a determination to improve. This left Dein unable to convince the board to dismiss Rioch during the winter and to seek out Wenger instead.


    After the match, the Millwall yers, as per tradition, thanked the home fans. Aldrich walked back to the yers'' tunnel and gave an interview in the mixed zone. He humbly stated that winning this derby would boost the confidence of the boys, withoutmenting on Arsenal''s performance.


    In the past, he always praised his opponents, showing great sportsmanship regardless of whether Millwall won or lost. However, if he were to praise Arsenal now, it would onlybel him as a hypocrite.


    Fans across Ennd knew that Arsenal was now on the downturn with no signs of revival.


    Moreover, the media should be focused on Bruce Rioch.


    Losing to a promoted team with a three-goal margin, and��most importantly��seeing Arsenal''s performance was disheartening, as it provided no hope for a revival.


    None of this was Aldrich''s concern, though; that evening, he took the Spice Girls to dine at the Ritz Hotel, a prestigious establishment with nearly a hundred years of history in London.


    Everyone at the table was having a lively conversation, especially Hallie, who was quite curious about Aldrich. She relentlessly bombarded him with questions, eager to get answers.


    Having finished his meal, Aldrich wiped his mouth with a napkin and shrugged, "No, you''ve got it all wrong,pletely wrong. At least in the Premier League, coaches don''t earn as much as yers. There might be one or two exceptions, like Ferguson, but I doubt his sry exceeds Cantona''s. As a head coach, I can save the club some expenses, that''s true, but Millwall is actually operating at a loss. I''m carrying a debt of thirty-five million pounds, and every day contractors are pressuring us because we still have a new stadium contract to fulfill, and I expect the investment in the new stadium to exceed sixty million pounds. So, don''t be fooled by Millwall''s current glory; in reality, I''m buried under over a hundred million pounds of debt."


    The five Spice Girls were taken aback.


    They couldn''t imagine what a hundred million pounds actually meant.


    Geri hesitated and asked, "I heard the Hall family has assets exceeding three hundred million pounds. Even if you are facing a debt collection, it shouldn''t be a problem, right?"


    Aldrich''s handsome face broke into a smile as he shook his head, saying, "Let''s assume the rumors are true, but the Hall family wouldn''t have ��300 million in liquid cash. By the time my debt issues reach a critical breaking point, if the Hall family were to step in to pay my debts, my assets would take a significant hit. Businesspetitors would know we are eager to sell, and an asset valued at ��10 million could be forced down to ��8 million when sold. But all of this won''te to pass, because I am who I am, and my brother is my brother; we are independent of one another."


    "What are you going to do then? I mean, since the club is your only asset, how do you n to earn a hundred million pounds? Are you nning to go public? Other clubs are doing this and seem to be making a lot of money."


    The 90s saw a frenzy of clubs going public, but by the early 2000s, the football bubble began to burst.


    Aldrich shook his head again, saying, "No, the football bubble is toorge. In reality, all publicly traded football clubs are worthless stocks��it''s just a deceptive way to funnel fans'' hard-earned money into the pockets of club shareholders. This system is even worse than the member-based model employed by Spanish clubs, where members willingly pay dues to support the club purely for the love of football. Once a club goes public, the motives be far less straightforward. Millwall will make money; we''ve already started to turn a profit this season, having signed several sponsorship deals, which is a great start."


    The Spice Girls exchanged nces, initially thinking Aldrich was a wealthy young handsome guy, but they realized he was burdened with debt.


    Mnie took Aldrich''s hand and quietly said, "When I make money, I can invest in Millwall."


    Aldrichughed heartily, "But I won''t ept it; Millwall is mine alone."


    "You know what I mean."


    "I understand, and that''s why I refuse."


    "Ohe on, don''t be all mushy, Aldrich. There are plenty of girls who like you. In fact, just now at the stadium, I saw many girls holding signs professing their love for you. What do you think about that?"


    Geri asked with a mischievous smile.


    Aldrich tilted his head and pondered for a few seconds before saying, "That''s a serious topic. I want to be an excellent head coach, so my private life shouldn''t be the focus, especially not having negative press. It could have very detrimental effects."


    Geri beamed and continued with mischief, "In this week''s Sun newspaper, there''s a model who professed her love for you. She said she admires you, and it would be a blessing to be friends with you. Oh, her name is Katie Price, stage name Jordan."


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow slightly. The name Jordan echoed loudly, not only as the basketball legend in America, but in the future, there would also be a Jordan who became famous in English football��Unfortunately, that pair was fake.


    "Happiness? Certainly, if she bes my friend, she will be happy because I can bring her exposure and fame, which will help her career leap forward rapidly, maintaining a high profile with revealing outfits. Many men would be eager to see the flirtatious side of women connected to Aldrich, and hostile fans would unbuckle their belts, fantasizing about a night with an Aldrichbeled woman, sttering their fluids on the nude images of page three girls in The Sun. But for me, this is a disaster; my private life needs to be low-key, and I would only serve as a stepping stone for these women''s careers. When I can''t meet their needs for public exposure, or when I silence their tabloid gossip, they will leave me to seek the next man who can help them shine in their careers. You have to admit that football is the most watched sport in the UK and a fixed source of entertainment for fans, so star yers be targets for page three girls. As a head coach, what would it be like if one day my yers or the opposing team''s yers end up dating women I previously dated? It would be a disaster! I won''t stoop to the vulgar level that saturates tabloid covers; it''s shameful."


    Aldrich''s words were quite blunt, but he spoke the truth. With over forty years of experience, he took every decision seriously.


    He wouldn''t be attracted to women who gained attention by revealing their bodies; asional nces were fine, but dating was out of the question! Because that could lead to negative impacts on his reputation, family name, and career.


    Emma seemed to find it hard to ept Aldrich''s words. She said stiffly, "Aldrich, this is your bias."


    "Oh, Emma, stop being so naive and mature a little. You''re almost thirty. This is a world where men are thieves and women are prostitutes. There are ruthless men, and there are shameless women. Just because you don''t see taking off your clothes to shoot nude photos as a career doesn''t mean others won''t. Aldrich is right; if he weren''t the club''s head coach, if he weren''t the owner, and if hisst name weren''t Hall, do you really think Jordan would openly profess his love?"


    Geri, the oldest among the Spice Girls, was clearly more open-minded and casuallymented.


    Mnie watched with a smile as her sisters chatted with Aldrich, enjoying his sharp and cutting remarks as he didn''t get flustered like a typical young boy.


    As they were getting ready to leave, a stranger approached Aldrich. He was elegantly dressed, polite, wearing a wonderful smile. Even though he looked over fifty with a head full of white hair, he still appeared vibrant and youthful.


    "Excuse me for interrupting. Are you Mr. Hall?"


    Aldrich noticed the three Spice Girls sitting across from him widening their eyes in disbelief as they looked at the neer next to him.


    Curious, Aldrich turned to observe the person and briefed him��you could tell he did not recognize him.


    "Yes, I am Mr. Hall, but I''m Aldrich Hall, just not sure if you''ve mistaken me for someone else."


    Aldrich thought the person was likely looking for his oldest brother Bat Hall or his second brother Andrew Hall.


    The man smiled and extended his hand to introduce himself: "George Armani. It seems I didn''t mistake the person; may I take a seat? I hope I''m not interrupting your dinner with these lovelydies."


    Aldrich was stunned for a second; he still didn''t recognize the person, but based on the Spice Girls'' expressions and the name, he guessed the man''s identity.


    The renowned Armani, the famous designer who defined the fashion industry during the ''80s as the "Armani Era."

 Chapter 90: This is Anfield!

    <h4>Chapter 90: This is Anfield!</h4>


    The Ritz Hotel often hosted gentlemen and dignitaries, so it was no surprise that Aldrich found himself seated next to Armani, the famous Italian designer. After Aldrich gestured for him to sit, Armani took the empty seat beside him. Across from them, three morous women��Victoria, Hallie, and Emma��bent their heads together, gasping in unison, "Armani! Oh my gosh!"


    "Are you here for the ferry tour?" Aldrich asked casually.


    Maintaining hisposed demeanor, Aldrich was no stranger to seeing celebrities in London. If he wanted to, he could apany his brothers to various events every day, easily infiltrating circles that blended entertainment, politics, and business.


    "No, I''m here to prepare for the autumn fashion show. I came out for a meal with a few models today," Armani replied.


    Following Armani''s gaze, Aldrich noticed a table nearby filled with stunning young women, a few of whom shot flirtatious nces in their direction��whether to please the boss or to catch Aldrich''s eye, he could only guess.


    Aldrich returned his focus to Armani and nodded, "I understand, Mr. Armani. If I may be so bold, what brings you to me? Are you looking to hire them as models?"


    Armani smiled, "I can''t afford them. Their appearance fee alone is enough for an entire team''s annual budget. I''m here to talk to you, Mr. Hall. Every time I open a newspaper in London, I see your name everywhere. Some people are born to be models, and I believe you fit that description perfectly. Standing by the football field, you hold your head high with an aura of confidence and poise that isn''t typical of younger yers. It exudes an indescribable charm that captivates eyes. Men will want to emte you because it''ll make them more appealing to women."


    The trio of young women gasped in excitement once again, surprised that someone as prominent as Armani was aware of them.


    Aldrich, however, simply raised an eyebrow and got straight to the point, "Thank you for the ttery, Mr. Armani, but you still haven''t answered my question."


    "How about endorsing Armani menswear?" Armani proposed.


    "I don''t have time formercials, and besides, I only wear suits except in winter when I wear a coat," Aldrich responded.


    "You don''t need to do any advertisements. Just wearing an Armani suit every weekend, or an Armani coat in winter, will often get you in front of the cameras. Of course, if you''re willing, we can provide you with casual wear for free. You can wear whatever you like in your daily life, and I believe the paparazzi in the UK would love to feature you in some tabloid headlines now and then."


    Aldrich couldn''t help but smile at that.


    The endorsement fees for football stars were rising, thanks to advancements in broadcast technology and the promotion of football culture. Unlike movie stars, the screen presence of sports stars was guaranteed; for example, footballers appeared almost every weekend, bing focal points regardless of their performance.


    As for movie stars? TV shows aren''t reyed endlessly, and the cycle for films can be too long. Not every variety show attracts a broad audience either. In the UK, football was the most popr form of entertainment, appealing to people of all ages.


    Aldrich turned and pointed to the top left corner of his suit jacket, where the Millwall club badge was embroidered. "Onest condition: any tailored suit or coat must have the Millwall club insignia on it."


    After a moment of contemtion, Armani nodded, "That would actually make your outfit more unique and attract even more attention."


    The Millwall badge represented a football club, not a clothing brand, so there were no conflictingmercial interests. Armani had no issues with that; in fact, a coach who insisted on wearing his club''s emblem would be all the more appealing��especially since it set him apart.


    Aldrich pulled a pen from his suit pocket, jotted down a phone number on a napkin, and handed it to Armani, "Please discuss the endorsement fee with him. Andrew Hall, my brother."


    "Got it, goodbye then," Armani replied, pocketing the napkin as he stood to leave.


    As soon as he walked away, Emma leaned in excitedly and asked, "Aldrich, why are you not more excited? That''s Armani, Giorgio Armani!"


    Aldrich took a sip of water and replied nonchntly, "If I fawned over him, he wouldn''t offer me an endorsement. What he wants is my confidence and maturity. Besides, if I ran into Maradona here, I might feel thrill, but seeing him? Sorry, I''ve met a few celebrities and have never been into fashion."


    "You''re so boring!" Emma shot back.


    "Thanks, I don''t like being seen as a clown in others'' eyes."


    "Are you calling me a clown?"


    "No, I''m just past the age of idolizing others."


    "You''re younger than me!"


    "But I''m more mature mentally than you are."


    "You!"


    Emma ground her teeth in frustration, while Victoria interjected yfully, "Aldrich, if you keep bickering with her, your maturity will vanish."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement, "Exactly. If I keep this up, I''ll be on her level. Ladies, it''s gettingte; I should head home for some rest. Let me call a cab for you."


    As they exited the Ritz Hotel, Aldrich said goodbye to each of them. Just before parting, Mnie smiled at him and said, "I''ll be waiting for you in Liverpool."


    "Better not; your whole family won''t be happy about it."


    "Hmph, what are you so proud of? Liverpool is not Arsenal; you won''t just waltz in and take the win, especially at Anfield."


    "We''ll see about that."


    After saying farewell to the five morous women, Aldrich drove back home.


    The next day, he received a call from Andrew, confirming the endorsement deal with Armani. They had agreed to a one-year contract at ��500,000, which wasn''t the least amount in this day and age. Aldrich epted, and a couple of dayster, Armani''spany sent a tailor to take his measurements, then left, waiting for the custom-made clothes to be delivered.


    In the second round of the Premier League, aside from Arsenal losing at the lion''s den and Liverpool falling to Leeds United away, the reigning champions ckburn also lost to Sheffield Wednesday on the road, drawing attention, while Manchester United got back on track with a win over West Ham, and Newcastle United took the top spot with two consecutive victories.


    With a League Cup match against Grimsby in the following week, Aldrich nned to use the third round of the Premier League to face the reigning champion ckburn. He ced great importance on the uing match at Anfield.


    Starting midweek, he studied tactical strategies, repeatedly reviewing the videos of Liverpool''s first two matches this season to develop corresponding game ns.


    Althoughst season he captured the League One title, theds had achieved almost nothing in terms of honor. After drawing with Manchester United and beating Arsenal, their training attitude had be more serious, hoping to prove themselves on the grand stage of the Premier League.


    As the weekend approached, Aldrich led his team to Merseyside.


    This port city possessed unique charm, but Millwall had no time to admire it. They took the coach to Anfield and warmed up before heading back to the locker room, where Aldrich remained silent until it was time to step onto the field.


    Liverpool, donned in their traditional red kits, were already waiting in the yer''s tunnel. As Millwall''s yers made their entrance, Aldrich walked beside them and paused in front of a sign on the wall just before going down the stairs.


    He looked up at the sign and called Lavarsen over, softly asking, "Henrik, what does it say up there?"


    Lavarsen looked at the sign emzoned with the Liverpool club badge, while the Liverpool yers nearby wore smug expressions, as if to say: country bumpkin, you don''t even know this?


    "This is Anfield!"


    Lavarsen said tly.


    Aldrich cupped his ear and muttered, "What did you say?"


    "Boss, this is Anfield!"


    Lavarsen repeated loudly as his teammates turned to look up at the sign.


    "Indeed, this is Anfield! A great stadium, a legacy left by the legendary Bill Shankly of Liverpool. Here, they''ve lifted the European Cup trophy four times, and they hold the record for the most top-flight titles in Ennd. So, Henrik, what do you think it would feel like to take home a victory from here?"


    Lavarsen chuckled, "Indescribable!"


    The entire Millwall team burst intoughter.


    "Indescribable, indescribable! So, in ny minutes, we will take home this indescribable feeling. This is Anfield, and I love this ce. Thanks to Liverpool for building this stage. Millwall, tell me, what should we do?"


    "Charge! Charge! Charge! Millwall!"


    The whole team yelled in unison��a slogan they had grown ustomed to during training.


    Aldrich turned and walked down the stairs, giving Jamie Redknapp''s shoulder a friendly pat as he passed the stunned Liverpool yers and said with a grin, "Jamie, put on a good performance today. If you see your dad, tell him to watch today''s game. Millwall will also y like this against West Ham; let him be quiet. Frank and Rio have already forgotten West Ham."


    Jamie Redknapp stood there, dumbfounded and unsure of how to respond.


    His father, currently managing West Ham, was Harry Redknapp, affectionately referred to as Old Redknapp to differentiate him from Jamie''s name.


    The Liverpool yers, observing the spirited Millwall yers, couldn''t help but recall another London team��Wimbledon.


    That was a group of thugs, and Millwall, reputedly, was a bunch of hooligans.


    Damn London teams!

 Chapter 91: The Two Major Enemies in a Player’s Career

    <h4>Chapter 91: The Two Major Enemies in a yer''s Career</h4>


    "Through the wind and the rain, your dreams may be shattered, but move forward with the hope in your heart, you will never walk alone, you will never walk alone..."


    Despite the notorious reputation of football hooligans in Ennd, it''s undeniable that fans from all over the world emte English supporters. Here, actions speak louder than words, showcasing loyalty in its purest form. Even amidst the decline of English football, there are fans who live and die with their teams.


    At Anfield, the stands were awash with a sea of red as fans waved Liverpool scarves above their heads, singing loudly together the anthem "You''ll Never Walk Alone."


    In Aldrich''s previous life, he had watched Liverpool matches on television. The Chinesementator referred to this song as "You''ll Never Walk Alone," and while the meanings were simr, the essence felt vastly different. "You will never walk alone" implies constantpanionship, while "you won''t be lonely on the road"es off as somewhatcking. This led him to believe that thementator was quite poor in his craft.


    As he stepped out of the yers'' tunnel, he did not head toward the away team''s bench but instead positioned himself along the sideline parallel to the center of the pitch. That spot was designated for the fourth official, but he imed it first, standing with his hands on his hips and a serious expression on his face, as if trying to imprint every fan cheering with scarves in his memory.


    "Where''s the camera? Damn it, where''s the camera? Focus on him! He''s on the field! Fuck, Rudd, if you don''t get the camera on Hall in ten seconds, you won''t have a job tomorrow!"


    In the live broadcast studio, the Sky Sports director erupted in anger. He had a clear view of Aldrich''s entrance from the box, but the camera had yet to catch up.


    Commentators Andy Gray and Martin Tyler were still preparing, yet they were captivated by Aldrich''s presence on the screen, observing him from multiple angles.


    "Martin, what''s he doing?"


    "I guess he''s soaking in the atmosphere."


    "Maybe, but this isn''t Old Trafford; this is Anfield. Let''s hope he''s not rattled. Here, there aren''t any female fans blowing him kisses; only fierce rival fans."


    "I doubt it. It''s probably his first time here; this is a match worth remembering."


    "What kind of performance do you think Millwall will put on today? I mean, what''s their goal? A draw, or a win? It''s not like they''re here to hand over three points."


    "Of course it''s a win. Aldrich needs that to inspire his yers. Otherwise, with so many youngds in the team, why would they listen to him? Being so young, his only offer is victory, and that''s what will make the yers wholeheartedly follow him!"


    ...


    Mnie and her family were also in the stands, raising their scarves and singing along with the crowd. When the song ended, apuse rang out, echoing through the stadium.


    Mnie''s younger brotherughed, pointing at Aldrich on the sideline, "Sis, your boyfriend looks dumbstruck!"


    Mnie smiled with her lips pursed and said, "He needs to experience the power of Liverpool! He must be terrified! Ha-ha."


    The Kop exploded with fervent cheers, while on the other side, the traveling Millwall fans clustered together, pping and chanting their team''s name. Even though this was a mismatch in energy, both sides remained vocal��the battle in the stands was relentless.


    Aldrich surveyed Anfield, took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then opened them again, revealing a smile.


    Anfield, I''ve finally made it here!


    Not as a spectator, but as a coach here to fight!


    A great stadium, a magnificent stage, a haven for great matches!


    With respect for the forebears, Aldrich made his way toward the away team''s bench.


    In the past, when Wimbledon visited here, every yer would spit on the "This is Anfield" sign in a show of disdain. Aldrich found that behavior extremely distasteful.


    Football may be ruthless, but it has its limits.


    He would inspire his yers to fight with honor, making them understand that achieving victory here is a matter of pride, not deceitfully belittling this sacred ground. Doing so would only cheapen any victory they might attain.


    Moreover, the sign''s creator was none other than the great figure in Liverpool''s history: Bill Shankly.


    Perhaps many neutral fans know this name due to his famous quote: "Football is not a matter of life and death; it''s more important than that."


    This is a serious mistake. Bill Shankly never said that. What he actually said during an interview was: "Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you that it is much more important than that."


    In reality, with the context of the interview, Shankly was simply emphasizing a positive attitude toward victory, not a cold disregard for life that has been twisted through the ages.


    Bill Shankly created the spirit of the Reds; his philosophy of winning embodied nobility. He employed various psychological tactics, such as personally waiting at the bus for the visiting team at Anfield and warmly weing them, thereby putting mental pressure on his opponents. However, his principles were clear and unwavering��he would not tolerate any dirty practices on the pitch. Consequently, one of the managers he despised most was the creator of the great Inter team, Helenio Herrera.


    Shankly established the tradition within the Liverpool dressing room, forming a team of champions, simple, passionate, strong, straightforward, yetced with a touch of romanticism.


    Throughout his learning process, Aldrich held deep respect for Shankly. He even believed that if he could go back to the 1960s, he would find himself in a dilemma: to be swayed by the Busby Babes or fall under the charm of Shankly himself, fully embracing his identity as a British football fan. It would have been impossible to like both Manchester United and Liverpool simultaneously.


    The entrance of both teams snapped Aldrich out of his reverie. He looked at the Liverpool yers taking the field and felt a tinge of envy, for many among them were exceptionally talented.


    The 22-year-old Jamie Redknapp was already more popr than Manchester United''s Paul Scholes, having just been called up to the Ennd national team.


    At 23 years old, Steve McManaman, if it weren''t for injuries, why should Enndment that Giggs is Welsh?


    Robbie Fowler, Liverpool''s "God," the teenage prodigy, had pushed Ian Rush to the bench.


    Goalkeeper David James might not yet be world-ss, but it was certain he would be Ennd''s starting keeper.


    What saddens Aldrich was that among Liverpool''s ranks, there was a product of Millwall''s youth academy, left-back Neil Ruddock. This yer, who appeared somewhat overweight, had entered Millwall''s youth system at 15 and was poached at 18, having gained fame too quickly. A few years ago, he briefly returned to Millwall to serve for a year and was still at a young age.


    Aldrich quickly shifted his gaze. The fortune of others is a double-edged sword��there''s no end to envy. He felt a bit of regret; Liverpool, as one of Ennd''s traditional powerhouses, had be a stereotype of stubbornness. Even West Ham from East London began adopting modern sports medicine to ensure yer health, while Liverpool remained doubtful and resistant to advanced medical practices. How many hopes had that destroyed?


    The yers on the field now, such as Jamie Redknapp, Robbie Fowler, and Rob Jones, who retired at a young age, do not mean that once a yer is injured, it must be because the club did not properly handle the injury.However, subsequent generations of yers have mentioned the poor level of Liverpool''s medical team. Even Redknapp trained and yed with a fracture for a long time due to misdiagnosis, leaving a minor injury that could have been treated with surgery. It evolved into aminuted fracture. These all reflect the negative consequences of Liverpool''s stubborn tradition.


    Moreover, another fatal factor preventing Liverpool from returning to the top is that under Shankly, the Reds were known for their strict discipline, much like Ferguson''s teams during that era. When Lee Sharpe fell from grace, Ferguson could not save him, so he sold him off to avoid negative influence on other yers. However, this group of talents at Liverpool earned the nickname "The Spice Boys," which stems from their off-field lifestyle.


    In a yer''s career, there are two major enemies: injuries and ack of self-discipline. Liverpool has not handled either well, so there''s no need toin about why the team consistently produces talent but is unable to win the top league title.


    Hence, Aldrich''s team-building philosophy was to avoid these two obstacles: an advanced medical department, strict internal discipline, and three captains who lived by a code off the field��even if one of them was Materazzi, the tough guy on the field, he was a gentleman off it.


    The yers took their positions, ready for kickoff.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, wee to the third round of the English Premier League! We''re live from Anfield for a thrilling match between the Reds, Liverpool, and the visiting Millwall. While Millwall might note to mind as a strong team, they''re showcasing impressive fighting spirit in their first season in the Premier League. They managed to draw a heart-stopping 5-5 against Manchester United in their first away match, andst round defeated derby rivals Arsenal with ease, demonstrating their formidable strength."


    "Before the season, many pundits considered Millwall a relegation candidate and were concerned about their adaptation to the Premier League. However, Aldrich''s side has silenced all doubters with just two matches; Millwall is unquestionably strong. It''s Liverpool that raises some concerns��they only scraped through the first round against a weaker Sheffield Wednesday, and in the second round, they lost to Leeds United. Can they pull off a win at Anfield today? After ny minutes of y, let''s hope for no unexpected oue."


    "Now let''s introduce the starting lineups. Millwall''s starting squad remains unchanged from the previous two matches... Liverpool''s starting lineup is: goalkeeper David James; defenders Rob Jones, Mark Wright, John Scales, Neil Ruddock; midfielders Jason McAteer, John Barnes, Jamie Redknapp, Steve McManaman; forwards Robbie Fowler, Stan Collymore. The 32-year-old veteran Wright may be a target for Millwall''s attacks; in the first match against Manchester United, Bruce was repeatedly caught out by Millwall''s offensive y. Collymore, signed from Nottingham Forest in the summer, hasn''t hit his stride yet. Last season he scored 24 goals for Nottingham Forest, but at Liverpool, he and Fowler haven''t found chemistry. On the other hand, Millwall''s frontline looks promising, with Larson scoring four goals across two matches, undoubtedly a contender for the Premier League Golden Boot. Manchester United''s ��7 million bid couldn''t lure him away. If Larson can deliver standout statistics this season, his market value will only rise. A bit off-topic, but Fowler has kicked off the match, folks! The game is on��let''s enjoy this sh of red and blue!"

 Chapter 92: Trezeguet’s injury

    <h4>Chapter 92: Trezeguet''s injury</h4>


    The most intimidating home atmosphere in the entire Premier League belongs to Liverpool''s Anfield. Arsenal fans have always been rather "quiet," while Manchester United, with itsmercial operations, has attracted more foreign fans. The thrilling atmosphere that once apanied Barcelona when they trailed by two goals against a Maradona-led team a decade ago is bing a distant memory. Other stadiums eitherck attendancepared to traditional powerhouses due to smaller sizes or do not have as high expectations from their supporters, leading to ack of that resilient spirit in motivating cheers.


    After the match began, amidst the relentless cheers of the Liverpool fans, the team''s attack flowed smoothly, consistently creating threats.


    The fighting spirit at Anfield, crafted by Roy Evans, should not be underestimated. Although they won the opening league match by just one goal, the team was gradually hitting its stride, and their attacking firepower was rivaling any team in the Premier League.


    Aldrich paced nervously along the sidelines, watching as Liverpool''s fluid attacks repeatedly threatened Millwall''s goal. Young Redknapp almost scored from a set-piece, eliciting huge sighs from the supporters on the sidelines.


    He wasn''t overly worried; both Liverpool and Manchester United had top-notch attacking setups. However, United''s midfield this season leaned more towards defense, featuring Keane and Butt, while Liverpool favored offense with Redknapp and Barnes.


    Faced with such a top-tier attacking arrangement, Aldrich had two choices in his tactics: either implement a double pivot to slow down the opponent''s pace and focus on defense like against Arsenal, or engage in a shootout.


    Typically, in away games, the first more conservative approach would be favored. But Aldrich surprisingly chose thetter.


    If he yed conservatively, amidst the raucous atmosphere at Anfield, the yers might be even more tense, as it would indirectly signify to them that Liverpool''s offense was strong!


    Conversely, ying at Anfield would bolster Liverpool''s confidence. This back-and-forth could make the match lose its suspense from the very first second.


    In fact, every match''s tactical arrangement felt like a gamble��winning would be seen as shrewd foresight, while losingbeled one as foolish. Aldrich felt like he was walking on thin ice; today, he simply wanted the team to y their own style. The choice to retreat against Arsenal was merely a tactic to enhance their chances of winning, and it didn''t mean that Millwall, as a Premier League neer, had to rely on a defensive counterattack.


    While the Premier League hadn''t yet entered the "freeway" fast-paced style, Millwall aimed to be a pioneer of this style.


    A shot from Kolyomor was blocked by Southgate using his body. Makelele snatched the ball ahead of Young Redknapp and passed it to the left wing, where Neil took a couple of dribbles before passing it to Nedved in the center. He then made a rapid forward run while Nedved quickly passed the ball to Schneider on the right, who also surged forward.


    From left to right, Millwall controlled the ball while horizontally transitioning. Although it wasn''t a typical long ball approach of English football, the ground passes built on positioning and uracy naturally yielded higher sess rates, making it tougher for defenders to mark them.


    This counterattack saw Millwall''s attacking yers demonstrate exceptional coordination. Schneider made a couple of touches before passing to the retreating Larsson, who held up y as Scalise was ready to close in behind him. Larsson passed the ball back to the advancing Nedved and then quickly made his way towards the penalty area, drawing Scalise with him.


    Nedved made the pass to Pir��s, who, wary of defense, lowered his center of gravity to pressure Pir��s. Thetter skillfully pulled the ball back and flicked it behind him, sending it toward the byline. When Jones nced back, Neil had already raced in and, after adjusting his position, made a cross towards the near post.


    Trezeguet, better positioned under the defense of Wright, seemed more likely to win the aerial duel.


    But Trezeguet straightened his body as if he intended to jump, yet in the end, he did not leap; instead, Wright behind him jumped high and headed the ball away.


    Trezeguet''s face showed signs of pain, but he lowered his head and began to jog out of the penalty area.


    No one noticed that he was secretly grinding his teeth, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.


    Aldrich had high hopes for this attack, as Millwall''s y was smooth from start to finish. Trezeguet was in a favorable shooting position, and if he were shoved by Wright, failed to jump, or headed the ball wide, it would''ve been eptable. But Trezeguet stood still, merely watching; to observers, it seemed like he had done nothing!


    Aldrich turned back, spreading his hands in confusion towards his coaching staff.


    The coaches, leaning in to watch the game, returned to their seats dejectedly, shaking their heads in response to Aldrich''s bewilderment as if to say they didn''t understand either.


    It didn''t make sense that Trezeguet, who had scored a brilliant diving header at Old Trafford, would shrink away at Anfield!


    It was precisely his fearless spirit that had secured Aldrich''s trust in his starting position.


    Millwall and Liverpool were engaged in a back-and-forth battle, neither side willing to control the tempo; the match had the same pace and smoothness as Millwall''s first game against Manchester United.


    "Andy, this match can make the fans forget about the passage of time, keeping them glued to the action. Liverpool and Millwall are ying offensive football, but Liverpool''s attacking methods seem somewhat monotonous today. Millwall''s attacks are mostly brilliant; however, they often falter at the final moment."


    "Exactly, Liverpool''s wide crosses are threatening. They be reliant on individual talent to draw defenders and create opportunities, while Millwall''s Trezeguet hasn''t been on form today. He''s noticeably less active in heading duels and seems to struggle with providing support; he looks almost ill and quite weak, and his intensity in running iscking."


    Aldrich''s frown deepened as he stood on the sidelines. What on earth was Trezeguet doing?


    His performance was simply terrible!


    There hadn''t been any signs of illness before the match; his mental state seemed great. What could have caused such a drastic decline in performance?


    Just as Aldrich''s focus remained on Trezeguet, Liverpool executed a ssic wing attack.


    McManaman delivered a 45-degree cross from the nk, the ball flew toward Millwall''s far post, nearly a pass and a shot. Goalkeeper Keller rushed out but misjudged the ball''s trajectory. In Aldrich''s shocked gaze, the ballnded at the back post, where Fowler appeared and, almost against the post, headed it into the before twisting away to avoid crashing into it.


    "Goal! Robbie Fowler, Liverpool''s golden boy, scores after a wlessbination with McManaman. This is textbook English football��cross from the wing, the striker lurking in the box, then finishing. Millwall''s goalkeeper Keller made a mistake, misjudging the ball''snding point. His rush missed contact with the ball, effectively opening the gate for Fowler! Liverpool leads 1-0 at Anfield!"


    The Liverpool fans erupted in joy, cheering for Fowler''s goal.


    Aldrich helplessly shut his eyes on the sidelines.


    Was this some kind of setup against me today?


    A striker underperforming and a goalkeeper making blunders; it felt like chaos!


    Of course, perhaps Keller''s mistake was a matter of ability, and Aldrich didn''t see Keller as Millwall''s future starting goalkeeper.


    Shaking his head, a n began to formte in his mind. If Keller had a poor season, he would rece him with German keeper Butte.


    Every decision a head coach makes must gain eptance.


    He couldn''t just remove Keller from the starting XI due to one mistake. A prudent approach was to ensure fairpetition: if Keller, underperformed, and Butte performed steadily, then Butte would take over. If Butte also failed to meet expectations, Aldrich would simply look for another goalkeeper.


    His real concern, however, was Trezeguet.


    The teammates noticed too; following the goal, during the kickoff, Larsson saw Trezeguet with a serious expression, sweat pouring down his face, and asked softly, "Hey, are you alright?"


    Trezeguet shook his head in silence and, as soon as the referee blew the whistle, took the kick.


    Aldrich intended to talk to Trezeguet during halftime because, in the five minutes following the kickoff, Trezeguet had shown no signs of improvement.


    But just as the first half was about to reach the 40th minute, Larsson delivered a beautiful through ball to Trezeguet, who instead of charging forward, stumbled and fell inside the penalty area.


    Liverpool''s 32-year-old veteran Wright raised his hands in a sign of innocence, iming he hadn''t touched Trezeguet.


    The referee paused the match, originally intending to show Trezeguet a yellow card for simtion but refrained and instead waved for the medical team to enter.


    The implication was clear: the team doctor was needed!


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, hands on his hips, a sense of dread creeping into his understanding of what was happening.


    Trezeguet cradled his sore right foot, groaning in pain, before lying back and covering his eyes with one hand, feeling utterly defeated.


    After having a ster season at Millwallst year, being awarded a pay rise and a contract extension, he had been a key starter, earning his coach''s trust and importance. Trezeguet had enjoyed a delightful year with the club.


    However, during the summer, he had be a little too indulgent, partying excessively and indulging in extravagant meals. When the new season started, although he scored in the opening match, he was taken off before 60 minutes due to ack of match fitness, realizing his body couldn''t keep up with the intense pace of the game.


    As a result, he hit the gym harder than ever, training more intensely than his teammates.


    But just yesterday, he inadvertently twisted his ankle. Fearing that disclosing it to Aldrich would cost him his starting position, he kept it to himself, gritting his teeth to endure the pain and y. Still, as he ran and jumped, he couldn''t put forth his full effort, and the sharp ache in his right foot kept capturing most of his attention.


    Just moments ago, Larsson''s pass was beautifully executed; had he darted forward, he could have easily left Wright behind and scored to equalize the match. Unfortunately, in his eagerness to make an impact, he neglected to consider his injured right foot, pushing himself too hard��resulting in his fall!


    This was it��everything was ruined!


    The young Trezeguet buried his face in his hands, unable to look at anyone, not even his teammates or the medical staff.

 Chapter 93: Lionhearted Spirit

    <h4>Chapter 93: Lionhearted Spirit</h4>


    Ennd has a rather callous tradition regarding injured yers; once a yer gets hurt, they seem to turn into invisible people. From the head coach to their teammates, it''s as if the injured yer''s existence is overlooked. Even when the coach attempts tomunicate with the injured yer, it rarely happens directly and usually requires a third person to ry the message. This practice is almost superstitious, with many clubs adhering to it.


    In Ennd, football is perceived as a man''s game, symbolizing vitality and resilience, much like a battlefield. Those who can''t get up after a fall are seen as failures. To avoid affecting the team''s morale, clubs typically try to keep injured yers distanced from the squad. This tradition only began to shift with the internationalization of the Premier League.


    Aldrich takes a rational approach to tradition. Good traditions should be followed, such as keeping the locker room private, but he disdains the traditions that clearly dampen the spirits of injured yers or impose psychological pressure on them.


    Trezeguet could no longer walk. He was being supported by two team doctors as they brought him to the sidelines. Aldrich was already waiting there, and Trezeguet, who had taken off his shoes, had an ankle that was swollen like a pig''s trotter.


    "When did you get injured?" Aldrich asked softly.


    Trezeguet looked down, his voice trembling, "Yesterday."


    He was afraid that Aldrich would lose trust in him from that day forward.


    However, Aldrich patted his shoulder and said calmly, "David, being injured is not the problem, but deliberately hiding it is a big issue. Take care of yourself; the team will wait for you."


    Suddenly, Trezeguet, who had been enduring intense pain without shedding a tear, felt his eyes welling up. His voice choked as he looked up, "Boss, I''m sorry."


    "You have no reason to apologize to me. Your body is yours. You must learn to protect yourself; health alwayses first."


    "Thank you, boss."


    Trezeguet was then taken into the yers'' tunnel by the two team doctors.


    As the medical staff arrived, Aldrich had already sent Solskj?r to warm up. With Trezeguet now leaving the field due to injury, Aldrich waited for a dead ball to make the substitution.


    Solskj?r approached Aldrich, who was keenly observing the action on the field. He asked softly, "Ole, do you know what to do once you''re on?"


    Solskj?r replied immediately, "Yes, their Wright has a slow moving speed, and Scales doesn''t cover much ground; there''s a lot of space between their two midfielders and defenders."


    Aldrich nodded. Solskj?r''s focus on the bench was the best among the team, and his ability to read the game was far beyond that of many others.


    "When you go on, you can frequently swap positions with Henrik. To put it simply, Liverpool''s defense won''t be able to handle the two of you; you can take the ball and create some space for breakthroughs."


    "Got it, boss."


    There were three minutes left in the first half, and Millwall made a substitution, bringing Solskj?r on for the injured Trezeguet.


    Liverpool took their 1-0 lead into the halftime break.


    The Anfield crowd let out a sigh of relief; having seen Millwall''s ferocious attacks in the first half, they initially thought their opponents were formidable, but now they felt it wasn''t that impressive after all!


    Manchester United, having conceded five goals, were now seen as weakened, and Arsenal? Well, their team morale was in turmoil. If they came to Anfield, they''d likely get beaten five or six goals...


    Millwall. Just a name without substance!


    Aldrich walked slowly through the tunnel, where Liverpool yers wore haughty expressions. Young Redknapp even yelled at Aldrich, "Hey, kid, what did you say before the match? Now look, are you going home to find your daddy? Oh, right, your daddy isn''t the coach; you can only run into his arms and cry, oh, little Aldrich, what''s wrong with you? Why are you crying?"


    Young Redknapp clearly held a grudge over Aldrich''s pre-match taunts, and with Liverpool leading, he was relishing the moment.


    "Fuck off! What did you say? If you''ve got guts,e over here!"


    The usually silent Southgate exploded with rage, ready to rush in, and his teammates momentarily paused before wanting to join, only to be stopped by Aldrich, who stood in front and blocked everyone in the narrow Anfield tunnel.


    Liverpool yers rallied behind Young Redknapp, appearing ready to brawl.


    Aldrich smiled, casually addressing Young Redknapp, "Jamie, as long as your father manages West Ham, I will consider him my enemy. You don''t understand the East London rivalry; I don''t me you. Here''s my advice: don''t be too proud until the game is over. Also, I feel sorry for Liverpool; Millwall wouldn''t think beating Arsenal was anything special, yet here you are, celebrating. You don''t deserve those red shirts. Behind me stand warriors who never back down; you guys are just yboys."


    Having said that, Aldrich turned and waved for his yers to head back to the locker room.


    The Liverpool yers were furious, shouting at Aldrich.


    "Keep yelling, keep cursing; I''ve seen plenty of your kind of yboy behavior before."


    Bang.


    The door to the away team''s locker room mmed shut.


    With no time to care about the atmosphere on the Liverpool side, Aldrich''s yers settled down calmly in front of him.


    Aldrich didn''t n to write on the tactics board today. He simply stood at the front, arms crossed, and asked lightly, "How are you feeling? I mean, do you feel any pressure ying here?"


    The yers exchanged nces and shook their heads in unison.


    Perhaps it was Aldrich''s unwavering presence on the sidelines, standing tall and unafraid, that served as a reminder for them to stay fearless.


    Aldrich shrugged, "Well then, let''s take a break and y well in the second half."


    "Boss, aren''t we going to talk tactics?" Southgate asked, lifting his head.


    He didn''t want to lose, and it was a question every yer seemed to have.


    It seemed they had grown ustomed to Aldrich''s halftime adjustments, which helped them perform better in the second half.


    Aldrich smiled, "Just y like the first half. We can win. We created more chances than they did in the first half; we just had a bit of bad luck. Since you want to hear it, let me ramble for a moment."


    The yers focused intently on Aldrich.


    He sat down casually and said, "You should all know, the stronger the team, the more pronounced the home advantage bes. Home records shine brightly,rgely because the visiting team gets intimidated by the atmosphere, leading them to y conservatively and abandon taking control of the game. Do you know how many goals Manchester United conceded at homest season?"


    The group shook their heads.


    Aldrich extended his right hand, holding up four fingers, and chuckled, "It''s a number you could count on one hand; Manchester United conceded only four goals in 21 home league matchesst season!"


    The incredulous reaction from the team was palpable. Only four goals in 21 home games?


    Aldrich continued, "But do you know how many goals they conceded while ying awayst season?"


    They shook their heads again.


    Aldrich looked at his hands and then at his feet, helplessly saying, "ude, lend me a hand."


    With that, he raised Mak��l��l��''s hand and slightly lifted his legs, saying, "Twenty-four goals."


    4:24.


    That was Manchester United''s defensive performance at home versus away.


    After hearing this, the yers seemed to gain some rity.


    Aldrich grinned, "Got it? Sure, Manchester United loses some of that home advantage when ying away, but it''s not the only factor causing such a disparity. The key is determination. Many teams practically give up before the match even starts when facing Manchester United away, while at home, out of respect for their reputation, they at least put up a fight. And as they fight, they''ll realize that Manchester United isn''t unbeatable either. The same goes for Liverpool; their goal concessions at home and away were about 1:2st season. As long as we forget about the pressure here and treat them as an ordinary opponent, ying our own football and showcasing our strength, what does it matter if they''re Liverpool? Scoring five goals at Old Trafford isn''t impossible at Anfield, right? Moreover, to be honest, Liverpool''s defense isn''t as good as Manchester United''s; Pavel here would know that well."


    Nedv��d nodded in agreement; the midfield duo of Keane and Batty was at apletely different level than Redknapp and Barnes.


    Ennd once produced tactical master Chapman, who extended the WM formation into ssic tactics for European and South American football giants. However, Ennd tends to becent after achieving certain sesses. The three-forward strategy of over sixty years ago is stillrgely the same as today''s English wingers: they receive the ball on the nks to create opportunities and then pass it to the center forward.


    Once 4-4-2 became the mainstream in Ennd, tactical evolution entered a "dormant" phase, with attacking yers not defending and defenders not attacking. This repetition has persisted, leaving people wondering when it will finally be shaken out of this slumber.


    Aldrich aimed to build a team that was versatile in both technique and tactics. From their first-half performance, he was confident in the match. Failing to score wasn''t catastrophic; after all, a goal could be just a moment''s blink in football, and Millwall wouldn''t suffocate them into a panic about needing to make drastic changes.


    Sometimes, making a change at the wrong time could lead to self-destruction.


    pping his hands, Aldrich smiled at the yers, "Let''s hit the field! The enemy isn''t strong; we are stronger, pure and simple. In an hour, we''ll be going home with a win."


    The whole team of yers let out a collective roar.


    They adjusted their jerseys, each one full of vigor as they followed the smiling Aldrich out.


    Aldrich felt pleased; the team''s spirit had already begun to take shape.

 Chapter 94: An expensive three points

    <h4>Chapter 94: An expensive three points</h4>


    As the second half began, both teams switched sides, with Roy Evans already seated on the bench, looking remarkably rxed, as if he was confident about securing the win. Aldrich stood calmly on the sidelines, his expression serene, while behind him, the Anfield crowd jeered, viewing him as just a cocky young kid trying to look impressive.


    Liverpool continued to y with their traditional English style in the second half, showing little creativity; their tactics were all too evident. As long as Millwall avoided the mistakes they made in the first half, they wouldn''t give the opposition any opportunities.


    Right from the start of the second half, Millwall executed a ssic smallbination y.


    Makelele intercepted the ball from little Redknapp and passed it to Nedved. Nedved took the ball and turned on the speed, bypassing the over-thirty Barnes and charging decisively into the opponent''s half.


    Larsson held the forward position while Solskj?r waited just outside the penalty area.


    Liverpool began to condense their defense in the box, forming a tight wall.


    Nedvedpleted a one-two with Solskj?r just outside the area. Upon receiving the ball again, Nedved struck quickly, sending the ball to Larsson, who received it with his back to the defender. Before Scales could intervene, he backheeled the ball into a diagonal space. Solskj?r made a quick run into the box, breaking through Liverpool''s entire defensive line. James rushed out, arms spread wide, trying to narrow the shooting angle.


    However, the agile Solskj?r deftly touched the ball past James and reached the baseline. With the shooting angle nearly zero, he gently squared the ball back to the middle, where Larsson had arrived, turning and effortlessly slotting it into the empty.


    "What a spectacr goal! Millwall executed a ssic team y! The ball began with Nedved, flowed through Solskj?r, back to Nedved, to Larsson, and then back to Solskj?r before finishing with Larsson''s goal. Liverpool''s defense was like wooden posts,pletely outmaneuvered by Millwall''s swift and coordinated passing, as if they were ying with one mind!"


    "Incredible! From Nedved entering the box, the ball was passed six times within ten seconds before it finally ended up in Liverpool''s! Martin, Millwall''s football philosophy is truly astonishing. How did Aldrich Hall manage to get them to y like this?"


    "We don''t know how he instructs his yers, but we do know that Aldrich''s eye for talent is remarkable. While discussions revolve around Larsson and Trezeguet, the young Norwegian on the field, Solskj?r, is disying skills reminiscent of a new Shearer, especially that moment with James just now. How many more gems does Millwall have hidden away?"


    After scoring, Larsson rushed into the goal to embrace the ball and celebrated with Solskj?r as he jogged back.


    Roy Evans stormed out, yelling at Liverpool''s defense to unleash their attack.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich remainedposed, waving his hand to signal his yers to return quickly.


    Our match has only just begun.


    Modern football still carries a strong sense of individual heroism, with attacking yers often reluctant to offload the ball quickly, preferring to dribble, turn, or try for a breakthrough. This style is not without its fans, which is why yers like Shearer and Cantona are very popr in Ennd. If Millwall''s forwards followed suit, relying on intricate footwork to create chances, it wouldn''t be impossible, but it would greatly diminish sess rates and slow the pace of their attacks. Additionally, Ennd tends to have a lenient approach to fouls.


    For example, if Larsson fails to pass after receiving the ball with his back turned, Scales would certainly pressure him from behind, leaving him no chance to turn, and worse, he might face a tackle.


    Liverpool pushed forward aggressively, but their crosses repeatedly fell t. Thuram began to put pressure on McManaman, making it difficult for him to deliver urate crosses.


    NIel''s ovepping assist forced McAteer to backtrack, and for a moment, it was chaotic.


    Liverpool''s onught was loud butcked real threat, while Millwall''s fluid attack frequently created opportunities. In the 69th minute, Pires picked up the ball on the left wing, and Niel instantly made a run up the nk, distracting Jones. Pires immediately cut in with the ball.


    Wright stepped up to intercept Pires, who passed the ball to the right where Schneider had positioned himself toward the middle, took a nce at the box, and made a precise low diagonal pass that sliced through Liverpool''s defense.


    Wright turned around to see Larsson charging into the area from where he should have been guarding, and the ball zoomed past the small box. Larsson, diving in at the far post, managed to nudge the ball past James, who movingterally to make the save was clearly toote.


    That damned ball grazed the post and rolled into the.


    "Larsson! The versatile Larsson! The great Larsson! With three matches under his belt, he scores his sixth goal of the season; he''s a super striker! Millwall''s attacking disy is breathtaking��could this be the new trend? During this attack, left-back Niel''s ovep drew the attention of Jones, and Millwall disrupted their defense using the width of the field. Pires delivered a pass to Schneider, who then sent a diagonal ball toward the left front of the box. Millwall utilized the pitch''s depth, and while Liverpool''s defenders shifted left, they were shocked to discover the ball had returned right,pletely toyed with by Millwall!"


    "Millwall gives us the impression that Aldrich is a tactical mastermind. They y team football, not individual football. Why was Millwall so ineffective in the first half? Because Trezeguet upfront was off his game, possibly due to an injury, though we cannot confirm this. It''s evident that Trezeguet''s performance was subpar, but once Solskj?r reced him, Millwall''s attack immediately revived,pleting the puzzle and ensuring their flow from start to finish."


    After scoring, Larsson rushed to Schneider, leaped onto him, and celebrated with a triumphant fist pump, revealing a wild smile.


    Anfield fell silent, with only the distant cheers of raucous traveling Millwall fans ringing out.


    Evans looked furious, while Aldrich wore a cold smile, raising his finger to his lips, signaling to the fans in the stands.


    Booing?


    Why not boo anymore?!


    Whether you''re a hardcore Kop fan or not, keep your mouths shut!


    The fourth official quickly approached Aldrich, sternly warning him to cease provoking the home fans.


    In the wake of the silence, a even louder barrage of boos erupted from the stands. The fans closest to the visiting coach''s area shot Aldrich furious res, hurling insults, middle fingers, and even lighters and coins his way...


    Aldrich returned to the sidelines but then turned around to spread his arms toward the stands, disying a look of pride!


    My team is better than the Reds!


    Yell all you want; I don''t care!


    Aldrich''s actions were intentional.


    Millwall needed enemies!


    There''s a saying: to gauge a man''s strength, look at his opponents.


    At this stage, Millwall needed to face off against the traditional trio of English football''s powerhouses.


    Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool��regardless of whether they regard Millwall with disdain, Aldrich is confident. Anyone who underestimates Millwall will be crushed!


    Mnie''s family looked somewhat displeased in the stands; they were taken aback by Aldrich''s audacity ining to Anfield.


    But there was nothing to be done; after all, Millwall was leading.


    On the football field, the score reflects the strength.


    "Hey, sis, let''s invite him over for dinner after the match."


    "Not a chance!"


    "He has toe��lend me your phone for a sec, I want to gather a few pals at home to wait for him!"


    Mnie rolled her eyes, uninterested in her brother''s irate demands.


    After multiple warnings from the fourth official, Aldrich finally settled down and went back to his seat on the bench.


    Once seated, he seemed to enter a meditative state, resting his chin on his hand. This irritated Evans, who, with his graying hair, shouted loudly at Liverpool yers in the field urging them to attack.


    Last season, Liverpool lost only three of their 21 home games. Although one of those losses was an unexpected defeat to relegated Ipswich, the teams above them in the league��Manchester United, ckburn, Nottingham Forest��all fell at Anfield. Losing to a newly promoted team was uneptable!


    But the more they pressed forward, the louder Millwall''s counters became.


    Ten minutester, Pires received a backpass from Solskj?r just outside the box, unleashing a long-range shot that soared into the upper right corner��James could only watch in despair.


    At this point, Millwall led by two goals, victory in sight.


    Aldrich felt confident about the match; however, the moment that dampened his spirits eventually urred.


    In the 81st minute, as he was preparing to make a substitution, Southgate fell during an aerial challenge with Collymore, injuring his shoulder and leaving the pitch.


    Aldrich had no choice but to bring on Dean Richards, subbing off Schneider for Vieira to strengthen the defense.


    After switching to a 4-3-3 formation, Millwall''s defense became more solid. Solskj?r was doing well on the wing, but unfortunatelycked luck; he hit the post just before the final whistle.


    When the final whistle blew, Anfield descended into eerie silence, with fans quietly rising to exit.


    Aldrich''s expression remained calm, showing no signs of joy. Losing two key yers made the three points feel too costly.


    Shaking hands with Evans but exchanging no words, Aldrich swiftly made his way into the yers'' tunnel.

 Chapter 95: A Visit to Budapest

    <h4>Chapter 95: A Visit to Budapest</h4>


    The post-match interview was more formal than usual; it wasn''t just a hurried mix zone affair. Anfield was set up like a proper press conference.


    When Aldrich appeared, the reporters in the audience immediately started snapping photos, the shbulbs making it hard to see.


    "Alright, gentlemen, let''s wrap this up quickly. I don''t want to miss the bus. If you have any questions, please ask fast."


    The Echo was the voice of Merseyside media, neither particrly favoring Everton nor Liverpool. They often revealed or tested fan reactions to new policies or news from either club first.


    The reporter from The Echo was hostile, directly asking, "Why did you do that? Provoking the fans at Anfield! Your team won, sure, but shouldn''t you show some ss?"


    Without a second thought, Aldrich shot back, "The atmosphere was loud. Clearly, Liverpool didn''t wee me, and I couldn''t care less. Just like when they go to London, no one wees them either. Now, next question."


    The Echo reporter was left speechless and wanted to continue questioning, but his colleagues were unsympathetic. They were keen to hear more headlines from Aldrich, which he had just provided.


    After all, he was incredibly popr right now!


    Prior to the season, it was anticipated that Millwall would struggle at the start of the Premier League, facing a grueling schedule right away. Yet, havingpleted three of the five toughest matches, they secured two wins and a draw. Among Ennd''s traditional big three, only Manchester United managed to barely earn a point against Millwall at home.


    After the interview, Aldrich returned to London with the team. That evening, he awaited the team doctor''s diagnosis report.


    He got news that left him with a headache.


    Southgate would be out for 5 to 7 weeks due to injury, and Trezeguet had a sprained ankle, needing at least 6 to 8 weeks to recover.


    With two key yers sidelined, he started adjusting the lineup. In four days, they would face a lower-tier team in the League Cup. Cup matches were often grounds for upsets, so to avoid any mishaps, Aldrich nned to field his strongest squad, regardless of the opponent.


    Dean Richards would rece Southgate, and Solskj?r would take Trezeguet''s spot, but naturally, the overall strength of the team would take a hit.


    On Monday afternoon, after training ended, Aldrich returned to his apartment, took a shower, and put on a neat suit for a banquet.


    Earlier in the month was Mel C''s birthday. As the Spice Girls had just debuted, they attended somemercial events, but she nned to hold a bted birthday party tonight before diving headfirst into recording their first album.


    Aldrich was invited, and Mnie was sitting on his sofa, ying the Spice Girls'' single on repeat. She seemed absorbed in it, a proud look on her face.


    Dressed and ready, Aldrich came downstairs. Mnie looked him over and frowned, "Isn''t that a bit too formal?"


    Aldrich shrugged, "What should I wear? Some hip-hop attire? Come on, if I get snapped like this, how can I work?"


    Mnie thought for a moment and agreed.


    She linked her arm with Aldrich''s as they walked outside, only to find Andrew standing at the door, about to knock.


    "Hey."


    Andrew paused for a moment, then raised a hand in greeting.


    Aldrich asked, "Need something?"


    Andrew lifted the letter in his other hand and smiled, "No worries, I''m heading home today. You have an international letter at my ce, and I thought I''d bring it to you. It''s probably from one of your friends overseas, right?"


    Aldrich took the letter and nced at the return address, his expression growing serious.


    He returned to the house and opened the letter. The more he read, the worse his face looked.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Mnie was startled; Aldrich''s expression was as if it were the end of the world.


    "Andrew, I need you to help me out! I''ve got to go abroad, so get my visa sorted ASAP for Hungary!"


    Aldrich''s breathing was uneven, and both Mnie and Andrew could even see tears brimming in his eyes.


    He turned to Mnie and said, "Sorry, I won''t be able to make it to Hallie''s birthday party. Please tell her I''m sorry."


    "Hey, what''s going on?"


    Mnie was influenced by Aldrich and showed a look of anxiety.


    "No time to exin; I need to pack."


    "Wait, I''ll go with you. I''m worried about your state. I want to be there with you."


    Aldrich looked back at her, hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.


    Andrew watched Aldrich dash upstairs and shrugged, helpless. He pulled out his phone to reach out to contacts in the city.


    Aldrich and Mnie boarded British Airways that night, flying directly to Budapest, the capital of Hungary.


    Before leaving, Aldrich called Jansen, informing him: "If I''m not back by Wednesday, you''ll need to manage the game."


    As the ne soared into the sky, Mnie, sitting next to Aldrich, noticed his right leg restlessly shaking, clearly anxious. She gently ced her hand on his leg, softly asking, "Getting anxious won''t help now; the ne''s already taken off. Can you tell me what''s going on?"


    Aldrich closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and ced his hand over hers. With a heavy tone, he said, "Last summer, before I returned to London, I was a football coach for the Hungarian national team. There, I met a mentor who taught me the soul of football."


    ...


    Budapest had gradually be thergest ck market in the world since the disintegration of Eastern Europe, filled with illicit wealth and the spoils of criminal transactions. Wealthy individuals often sent their aides here to buy rare treasures impossible to find in the open market.


    Aldrich was clearly not there for shopping; after getting off the ne, he and Mnie took a taxi directly to a hospital in the capital.


    After inquiring about the ward at the front desk, Aldrich hurried upstairs. In the corridor outside the ward, he saw an elderly woman in in clothing with white hair, looking despondent.


    The woman''s face lit up when she saw Aldrich, and she stood up, embracing him.


    "Elizabeth, how is he?"


    Aldrich''s voice trembled as he spoke.


    "I don''t know. He suddenly copsed at home. Aldrich, thank you foring. He''ll be so happy to see you."


    Just then, a nurse walked out of the ward, announcing that the patient was awake.


    "Child, you should see him. He''ll be so delighted to see you."


    Aldrich nodded, collecting himself before stepping into the ward.


    Mnie took the initiative to help the old woman with her arm, and the two stood at the door of the hospital room, quietly watching the scene inside.


    Aldrich forced a smile as he entered the room, where an elderly man with a full head of gray hairy quietly in bed. The man opened his eyes, seemingly adjusting to his surroundings.


    "Hmm? Aldrich, what are you doing here? What happened to me?"


    He struggled to sit up, but Aldrich hurried over, lightly pressing him back down. "Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you''re doing? Just lie down; you''re not well. Rest up, you''re not a young man anymore, don''t push yourself. Just like you taught me, on the training field, I listen to you; in the hospital, you listen to the doctor."


    The old man sighed, settling back down, then curiously asked, "Didn''t you go back to Ennd? Are you coaching a team now?"


    Aldrich perched on the edge of the bed and smiled, "Yeah, I''m coaching. My team is Millwall."


    "Millwall? Haven''t heard of it."


    "Of course, it can''tpare to Real Madrid''s fame, but maybe one day it will."


    "Ha, you''re quite confident. But no team can surpass Real Madrid, none."


    "Really?"


    ...


    By the door, Mnie whispered, "They have a really close rtionship."


    "Ferenc considered Aldrich a part of his life, even though Aldrich often made him angry."


    "What''s wrong with him?"


    "The doctor says it''s Alzheimer''s."


    Mnie didn''t quite understand, so she didn''t ask further.


    But a bizarre scene unfolded in the ward.


    Just momentster, the elderly man looked out the window, then turned back to Aldrich, saying, "Aldrich, why are you here?"


    Aldrich was visibly shaken, managing a smile through tears, "I came to see you."


    "Have you fulfilled your dream? Did a team from your hometown ask you to coach? Whoever didn''t hire you will regret it."


    "I''ve found a job. I''m coaching a small team."


    "What''s its name? I know a few English clubs."


    "Millwall."


    "Uh, never heard of it."


    ...


    Standing by the door, Mnie was dumbfounded, ncing at Elizabeth for rification. Elizabeth gave a bitter smile, understanding the depth of the situation, "Alzheimer''s is also known as senile dementia."


    Mnie covered her mouth, gazing at the repetitive scene in the ward. Behind Aldrich''s smile, the struggle and pain were heart-wrenching. Tears filled her eyes as she covered her mouth, fearing she would burst into tears.


    Half an hourter, Aldrich sat on a chair outside the ward, his head hanging low, hands resting on his thighs, tears dropping uncontrobly onto the floor.


    "Are you and Ferenc close friends, Aldrich?"


    Mnie, with a sad look, held Aldrich''s hand tightly. Seeing this man''s genuine side made her understand he wasn''t weak but incredibly real.


    Aldrich straightened up, head held high, eyes closed, and choked out, "His name is Ferenc, and his surname is: Pusk��s!"

 Chapter 96: The Purest Football

    <h4>Chapter 96: The Purest Football</h4>


    "Pusk��s?! The Pusk��s from Real Madrid?!"


    As a fan, Mnie was naturally familiar with the famous name Pusk��s. She could never have imagined that the elderly man lying in the hospital bed, afflicted by dementia, was once one of the brightest stars to ever grace this.


    Aldrich nodded sadly and began to tell the story of his connection with the old man.


    When Aldrich first began his studies across Europe, he was devout and humble. But after seeing and learning so much, he inevitably fell into the same trap many others had: pride andcency.


    In 1993, Aldrich''s mind was consumed with tactics. Not only did he study the strategies of various football nations, but he also grasped the trends that would shape football tactics in the future. Convinced he had mastered his craft, he eagerly sought an opportunity to showcase his skills.


    Hungarian football had once been renowned worldwide, and its tactical culture was highly regarded by industry insiders. About fifty years prior, after joining the socialist camp post-World War II, Hungary had adopted a national approach to football, creating an incredibly powerful golden team.


    There have been many "golden generations" in football history, but few teams are truly known as "golden teams." Hungary was one such team, often ranked among the greatest in history during the early 1950s.


    Back then, Hungary''s football tactics were the most advanced. Schrs would gather in caf��s, discussing tactics, studying ying techniques, formations, and strategies.


    They modified Arsenal tactician Chapman''s WM formation and possibly pioneered the frequent switching between inside forwards and wingers, paired with a four-back system. This tactic, once brought to Brazil by Hungarian coaches, evolved into the ssic 4-2-4 formation.


    As their tactical research matured, the national team, created with the full support of the nation, began to take shape. Pusk��s was the brightest star among them, known as the "Galloping Major"��a title he truly held, as nearly all yers on the Hungarian national team had military ranks, having been drafted from the army.


    In that era of the Cold War, when the world was divided, Ennd viewed itself as the pioneer of modern football and arrogantly extended an invitation to Hungary for a friendly match. By that time, Hungary had gained some fame with its strong showing at the Olympics, prompting the British media tobel the match as the "Match of the Century."


    Despite the buildup, Ennd lost 3-6 on home soil. Unwilling to ept defeat, they trained intensely for half a year and then visited Budapest, only to be crushed 7-1 by Hungary.


    English football often fell intocency after minor sesses, only to realize the need for change when faced with harsh setbacks.


    Meanwhile, Hungary began to dominate the football world, unbeaten and confident.


    By the time the 1954 World Cup began, the Hungarian national team had gone four years without a loss, carrying the hopes of their nation and regarded internationally as the favorites to win the tournament.


    In the group stage, they thrashed Korea 9-0 and West Germany 8-3, but Pusk��s was injured by a tackle in the match against West Germany.


    In the knockout stages, Hungary battled Brazil and the defending champions Uruguay, winning both matches 4-2 to reach the final, where they once again faced West Germany.


    West Germany and Hungary��two teams that perfectly reflected the era''s political climate, with both nations and peoples in desperate need of victory.


    Yet fate yed a cruel joke on Hungary. After remaining unbeaten for four years, on the day of the final, they were determined but ultimately powerless.


    After being fouled by a German yer, Pusk��s stubbornly yed on despite his injury, and Hungary initially took a two-goal lead, seemingly following the expected n. Unprepared, the Hungarians stumbled in the mud, repeatedly missing easy goals.Ultimately, the Germans made an incredibleeback, and Pusk��s''s goal to equalize was disallowed by the English referee. The World Cup felt so close yet so far away.


    This was the Miracle of Bern, a term even the Germans agreed was fitting. The victory revitalized German football and had asting impact on the entire nation.


    On the other side, after losing the final, Hungary became a national scapegoat. Amid political turmoil and Soviet tanks entering Budapest, the Hungarian national team was put on trial. The goalkeeper ended up being exiled, perhaps because he conceded three goals.


    Sound familiar?


    Manyter used simr stories to mock North Korea, but in Hungary''s case, this really happened.


    The golden team crumbled, and the Galloping Major began his life of exile. Labeled a traitor, he joined Real Madrid at the age of 31 and went on to create a legendary career.


    After retiring, Pusk��s coached many European teams, even leading a Greek team to the European Cup final, a remarkable achievement. In 1993, he took the reins of the Hungarian national team, hoping to revive Hungarian football. It was at this time that Aldrich arrived in Hungary.


    The country had just begun to stabilize, having abandoned Marxism-Leninism only four years prior. Football had long since lost its former glory. Aldrich, using forged documents that imed he was twenty years old, applied for the position of assistant coach for the national team.


    Upon meeting the national team head coach, his boss Pusk��s, for the first time, Aldrich had a straightforward thought: Let this old man experience my skills!


    In a training match, Aldrich led a group of reserve yers against the main team, deploying a highly pragmatic defensive counter-attack formation. Hebined Italy''s popr catenio defense with English-style wing counter-attacks, easily winning the match 3-1.


    As Aldrich reveled in his sess, Pusk��s remained expressionless.


    "He was angry��I could feel it. But I stubbornly believed I was right. I thought he was outdated, out of touch with the times. He was once a king, but the future did not belong to him. However, he didn''t scold me. Instead, he took me out of the national team''s training base and to a small stadium in the city, where a group of high school students were ying football. They were thrilled to see Pusk��s because he was a hero. Pusk��s told me to y a match with the students. When I asked why, he didn''t exin��he just told me to do it. I thought to myself: These kids know nothing about football. ying with them? It''s like casting pearls before swine. But by sunset, as I returned to the stands, drenched in sweat, that old man I had once dismissed with disdain smiled and asked me a question that changed my view of him forever."


    "What did he ask?"


    "He asked, ''Did you have fun?''"


    "What?"


    "He simply asked, ''Did you have fun?''"


    "What did that mean?"


    "The meaning was simple. I had fun. Yes, I yed with a group of kids all afternoon. We didn''t care about winning or losing. Weughed when we scored and hugged each other in celebration. When we conceded, we were disappointed, but then we rallied and started again. That day, I realized that it had been a long, long time since I had actually yed football��since I had felt the joy that football brings. And that is the essence of football. The tactics crammed into my head were nothing more than dry numbers and lines. They meant nothing. Football driven by pragmatism always carries ulterior motives. Victory? If the yers don''t enjoy themselves, what''s the point of winning? But this is what football will be because, for many, it''s a means of making a living. Only victory can prevent unemployment. I was right about Pusk��s. He was outdated; he couldn''t keep up with the times. But he taught me to think about football. He made me realize that failure is not to be feared. What''s terrifying is losing the joy that football brings. And as a head coach, it''s my duty to ensure that my yers experience that joy."


    As he spoke, Aldrich sighed deeply.


    Long ago, he had nned his career. He imagined that in the beginning, he would build a strong defense, leading his team to y pragmatic football to quickly win championships. But in Hungary, he underwent a profound transformation. He no longer wanted to stifle his yers'' talents or make them feel bored with the game, losing their creative drive. He had to ensure that his yers could feel the fundamental charm of the sport while creating goals and victories.


    Pusk��s couldn''t teach Aldrich much about tactics, but Aldrich still revered him as a mentor. Life is a process of continuous umtion, requiring a catalyst for transformation. Pusk��s was that catalyst for Aldrich, a priceless gift.


    Pusk��s had once been glorious, the pride of an entire nation, ced on a pedestal, only to fall from the greatest height.


    Perhaps it was this experience that allowed him to let go of everything during his exile, to rediscover and enjoy the purest joys of football.


    Aldrich felt incredibly fortunate, as if he had been blessed by the heavens. He had been reborn, and he had also met a mentor who opened his eyes. During his six months in Hungary, he began to organize and refine the football knowledge he had acquired, elevating it into his own football philosophy.


    He might not have been able to create an entirely new school of thought, but at least he could draw from the strengths of many and integrate them.


    In his mind, Pusk��s''s teachings were unforgettable. It might be a stretch to call them teachings��more like the bond between two friends of different generations.


    But now, his mentor was beginning to


    suffer from dementia, drifting away from the world. Aldrich had written many times to the old man, but Pusk��s couldn''t remember who he was anymore.


    As Aldrich gently recounted these memories, his eyes reddened.

 Chapter 97: Old soldiers never die;they just fade away

    <h4>Chapter 97: Old soldiers never die;they just fade away</h4>


    The next day, Aldrich casually approached a doctor in the hospital, paid for a hospital room, and then gently carried Mnie, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder at dawn, inside. Heid her on the bed and covered her with a nket. Stepping out of the hospital, he leaned against a wall outside and lit a cigarette.


    Before long, Mnie dashed out of the hospital, and upon seeing Aldrich smoking outside, she slowed her pace and approached him, saying softly, "I''m going to buy breakfast."


    "No, let me handle it. You don''t speak thenguage," Aldrich replied, turning to head toward a nearby restaurant. But just then, he noticed Pusk��s''s wife, Elizabeth, walking toward him, gripping her handbag tightly and looking very anxious.


    From her expression, Aldrich sensed that she was wary of thieves or muggers. Budapest''s safety was notoriously chaotic, being a hub of diverse characters and thergest ck market in Europe.


    Aldrich stepped closer to her, and she visibly rxed.


    "Elizabeth, there''s money in your bag, right?" Aldrich asked candidly.


    Elizabeth nodded.


    "Keep the money. I''ll take care of Ferenc''s medical expenses," Aldrich insisted firmly.


    Pusk��s''s condition was untreatable, requiring constant care, and medication only slowed the progression of the illness.


    However, Elizabeth shook her head resolutely.


    A pained look crossed Aldrich''s face as he said, "Elizabeth, please don''t refuse. Really, your health isn''t good either. If you see me as your child, just ept my help. Do you want me to watch you both suffer?"


    Elizabeth, who had diabetes, hesitated, her voice strained. "Aldrich, you''re such a good kid, but we can''t ept your help."


    "Remember what Ferenc said? That I''m a stubborn person? Just let me be stubborn this once," Aldrich pressed.


    Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Aldrich, who hadn''t slept all night, Elizabeth sighed heavily and finally stopped resisting.


    She entered the hospital to visit Pusk��s, while Aldrich took Mnie to a nearby diner for breakfast.


    As they sat in the ordinary diner, Mnie curiously remarked, "Pusk��s used to be a superstar."


    Aldrich understood her underlying implication and replied tly, "In those days, ying football could make you famous, but it didn''t make you rich. They earned as much as miners."


    Realization crossed Mnie''s face. "What if we tell Real Madrid about this..."


    Aldrich suddenly said with disdain, "Don''t mention Real Madrid!"


    Realizing he had lost his temper, he closed his eyes and said softly, "I''m sorry, I''m just in a bad mood. It''s not directed at you."


    Aldrich had long harbored a deep resentment for Millwall, as he had witnessed football hooligans beating rival fans in the chaotic ''80s. With Real Madrid, aside from his rtionship with Pusk��s, he felt indifferent��neither particrly fond nor disliking.


    But in this moment, because of Pusk��s, Aldrich felt a surge of aversion towards Real Madrid.


    He vividly remembered that in the original timeline, ten yearster, when Pusk��s, now impoverished due to medical expenses, was forced to sell his trophies, Real Madrid learned of this and promptly came to offer condolences, even organizing a charity match for him.


    The star-studded Gal��cticos arrived in Budapest, where Real Madrid''s stars gained immense poprity, and then gracefully departed.


    Using Pusk��s''s name, the charity match raised nearly $100,000, yet less than a tenth of that ever reached Pusk��s''s family!


    The following year, Pusk��s passed away.


    Without a doubt, Real Madrid was merely there for show; otherwise, how could they leave without even confirming Pusk��s''s most urgent medical expenses?


    Year after year, they spend tens or even hundreds of millions in transfer fees to build the "Gxy", but are stingy and unwilling to provide meager medical expenses for the club''s glorious legend.


    It seemed Real Madrid had forgotten who had made them so noble in the first ce!


    Before the 1950s, although Real Madrid was born into privilege and noble blood, their record didn''t make them particrly distinguished. It wasn''t until the ''50s, with five consecutive European Cup victories, that they could stand proud as giants in Europe. During that glorious five-year stretch, Pusk��s was crucial for thest two championships, leading the team to five league titles and four consecutive top scorer awards. He remains the fourth-highest scorer in Real Madrid history, with only three yers ahead of him: Di St��fano, Santina, and S��nchez.


    As it stands, during the 95-96 season, Real Madrid fans could count with their fingers; thirty years had passed since theyst imed the Champions League trophy!


    Thirty years ago, when that glorious era ended, Pusk��s was still on the team.


    All Real Madrid could show off now was that past glory.


    But even so, Pusk��s was merely a pawn in their globalmercialization a decadeter.


    While boasting about their history, they would still mention Pusk��s''s name.


    With the years before his rebirth, Aldrich has nearly lived fifty years, witnessing the ebb and flow of the world. He hase to understand that football is far from perfect, filled with betrayal, indifference, and hatred, and that turning enemies into friends happens faster than flipping a page. Yet he is not a saint; knowing all this, he still finds it hard to remain unperturbed.


    Even with his presence preventing history from repeating itself, a me of anger still simmered inside him. It took much time for him to quell that fire, deeming it unnecessary and unworthy!


    He wanted Pusk��s to receive the best treatment, to ensure his family lived morefortably; that was far more meaningful than endless hatred.


    After breakfast, when Aldrich returned to the hospital, he spotted a thin young man outside the ward. The man looked around twenty-five or twenty-six, sporty yet schrly, wearing sses that made him appear somewhat dazed.


    "Nagy!" Aldrich called softly from outside.


    Naji-Sandur turned around in astonishment to face Aldrich, then approached him, reached out his hand, and said sincerely, "I didn''t think you''d actually show up."


    The international letter had been sent to Aldrich by Nagy, who was part of the Hungarian national team coaching staff and had worked alongside Aldrich for six months��his only friend in Hungary aside from Pusk��s.


    Instead of shaking Nagy''s hand, Aldrich hugged him indignantly and said, "Why would you say that? Do you think I''m heartless?"


    Nagy sighed and replied honestly, "No, it''s just that you''re very busy. I thought if you came, it would be around mid-September."


    Aldrich grasped the implication of the statement: mid-September was the time for FIFA match days.


    The two conversed in the corridor about Pusk��s''s illness before the discussion shifted back to football.


    "The issues are deeply rooted; we need to rebuild the youth training infrastructure. Hungary haspletely faded from the football map. Our generation was thest to experience glory," Nagy said sadly.


    Hungarian football had declined. It was nearly impossible to produce a strong team as in the past fifty years. The world was changing, and football had be more scientific; it wasn''t simply about assembling rugged yers from the military.


    Aldrich gently patted his shoulder and said, "You can''t change much, really. Football is a bottom-up game. Without a solid foundation, there''s no strong structure above it. Come back to London with me; honestly, you understand my football philosophy better than anyone else. Together, we can build something astonishing."


    Although Nagy appeared to be a bookworm, he seemed to carry the essence of half a century''s worth of Hungarian caf�� football culture; he was a tactical enthusiast. He could study tactics with Aldrich tirelessly throughout the night. However, his personality made him unsuitable for managing an adult team. He was serious and could articte tactics well, but hecked what was most important in football: passion.


    "I''ll decide next month," Nagy said softly.


    After pondering briefly, Aldrich understood.


    Nagy was still holding onto a glimmer of hope to remain in Hungary.


    As the Euro ''96 qualifiers reached their climax, Hungary faced Switzend, Sweden, d, and Turkey in their group, finding themselves in a precarious position. There was only a theoretical chance of qualification; if they didn''t win their next match against Turkey, their hopes would be dashed.


    Aldrich nodded, "Alright, I''ll wait for your response next month."


    If Nagy could help him, it would be a significant advantage. Although Nagycked the talent to manage an adult team, his training abilities and implementation of football philosophy weremendable. His patience and insight in nurturing young yers were admirable, something Aldrich felt hecked. After all, he wasn''t patient enough to correct yers'' bad habits; to him, yers showcased their abilities, and if they had ws, he simply didn''t have the time for individual corrections. The first-team coach''s role wasn''t about teaching how to y but enabling skilled yers to contribute to team y.


    After spending another day in Budapest, Aldrich paid Pusk��s''s medical expenses and began contacting the best hospitals in the UK. He would do everything he could to ensure the senior received top-level medical care.


    Upon returning to London on Wednesday, he hurried northeast to the town of Cleethorpes in Lincolnshire, where Millwall was set to face Grimsby in the League Cup.

 Chapter 98: The True Soul

    <h4>Chapter 98: The True Soul</h4>


    Cup matches or league games during the week are always held in the evening because fans work during the day. When Aldrich arrived at Grimsby Club, the night was already dark, and the lively Brendel Park stadium was buzzing with excitement.


    Aldrich could feel the electric atmosphere even outside the club.


    This isn''t a good sign!


    The home team''s fans are so enthusiastic, which clearly indicates that the home side is performing well.


    Without a ticket, Aldrich couldn''t enter through the stadium gates. He approached the entrance of the club and argued with the guard for a while.


    "I''m the head coach of Millwall. I''mte, and I need to get in now!"


    "Sir, could you show me some identification?"


    The guard was a young rookie who probably didn''t keep up with the news and didn''t recognize Aldrich.


    "Hey, Jerry, let him in. He really is the head coach of Millwall; he was herest season."


    Some of the club staff recognized Aldrich, but their attitude wasn''t very weing. After all,st season in League One, Millwall had beaten Grimsby 3-0 away.


    Aldrich was allowed in, and the staff member who spoke up said ndly, "Mr. Hall, I''m afraid Millwall won''t be leaving here happy today."


    Aldrich ignored him and, having been here before, walked straight down the yer''s tunnel, ncing at the scoreboard when he reached the pitch.


    2:0


    International convention has the home team first and the away team second.


    The clock showed the first half: 44:12, 44:13...


    What the hell is going on?


    Millwall is two goals down?


    Aldrich scanned the field, counting the yers. There were 22 on the pitch, but Grimsby was missing 12 yers; Millwall hadn''t lost any. Moreover, besides Solskj?r and Richards, all the Millwall yers were starters. How could they be behind?


    He looked over at the away team''s bench, where Jensen stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed. He appeared calm, but there was a look of helplessness on his face.


    The whistle signaling the end of the first half blew, and Aldrich vanished from sight.


    As the yers left the field, Grimsby''s yers appeared jubnt, while Millwall''s yers trudged off with their heads down, as if they''d lost their souls.


    They had a nagging feeling that something wasn''t right about the game today, sensing they were missing something essential.


    Once the yers were in the dressing room, Jensen was thest to enter, pondering how to adjust at halftime. Tactics? The tactics were fine��Millwall was pressing, Grimsby was ying counter-attack. For most of the first half, Millwall had stifled their opponents. But what went wrong to leave them two goals behind?


    He wanted to replicate Aldrich''s method of inspiring the yers with passion, but had already tried it before the match. The yers just stared nkly, more like an audience watching a show.


    Just then, he heard someone calling him.


    "Jensen, Jensen!"


    He turned to see Aldrich waving to him from around the corner, looking rather sneakily, almost like a thief.


    Jensen hurried up and said breathlessly, "What brings you here? Since you''re here, move quickly to the dressing room! The situation isn''t good at all!"


    Aldrich pulled him aside, and as they turned the corner, he took out a cigarette. They both lit up, and after Aldrich exhaled some smoke, he quietly asked, "So, how was the first half?"


    "We had the upper hand. Grimsby was determined to defend and counter. They took the lead with a corner, and we had a penalty that Larson missed, hitting the post. We kept pressing, but they caught us on the break again. Many League One teams are mimicking our strategy fromst season, ying solid defense against stronger teams and leaving one or two fast yers up front for quick breaks."


    "That''s not copying us; that''s just the trend. Our counters rely on collective speed, not individual prowess."


    "Come on, it''s not the time for detachedmentary. What are we going to do about being two goals down?"


    Aldrich checked his watch. Once he finished the cigarette, he straightened his somewhat rumpled suit and calmly walked toward the dressing room.


    Inside, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive. No one spoke; after cleaning their kits and shoes, they sat with their eyes closed, as if no one cared about Jensen''s absence.


    Today''s captain was Nedved, who rarely spoke in the dressing room. He preferred to motivate his teammates with actions on the pitch, but he was quiet when it came to rallying words. That''s why Aldrich entrusted the first captaincy to Southgate.


    When Aldrich entered, the yers still had their heads down.


    "Hey, long time no see. I''ve been dealing with personal matters, so I haven''t been around. For that, I apologize to all of you."


    As Aldrich spoke, all the yers looked up at him with looks of disbelief, their dull eyes gradually lighting up.


    Aldrich ignored their expressions and continued, "I watched the first half from the stands. You performed decently. But I understand you might be fatigued, especially after our match against Liverpool four days ago, and the uing challenge against the defending champions, ckburn. Let''s put it this way: this weekend I''ll give you a break. But it seems you''re eager to end the match early. That''s fine; I understand. It''s just a League Cup match after all��don''t stress, losing is losing."


    The yers stared nkly at Aldrich, bewildered by his words.


    The boss is surrendering?


    And he''s telling us it''s okay to give up?


    Aldrich shrugged and said, "I went to talk to the referee earlier. I asked him to allow Millwall to substitute all 11 yers at halftime. Of course, we don''t have enough substitutes, but adding the coaching staff makes it work. Unfortunately, the referee wouldn''t allow it. So, I need to consider substituting three of you. Is anyone willing to voluntarily sit out the second half?"


    Silence filled the dressing room.


    The yers were all extremely nervous.


    "Alright, since none of you stepped up to volunteer, I''ll make the decision. I need some time to think it over. Once I''ve made my choice from the stands, Jensen will substitute three of you. Don''t worry, this isn''t aimed at anyone. I''m satisfied with your performances; it''s just that the opponent is Grimsby, and none of you seem too enthusiastic about it, right?"


    Aldrich opened the dressing room door and walked out.


    The yers exchanged nervous nces, swallowing hard. They all understood that Aldrich was already angry.


    Currently, Millwall''s first team had over half its yers who once went unnoticed. Aldrich had given them opportunities and high sries, lifting them into the public eye in Ennd. In their eyes, Aldrich was undoubtedly a mentor.


    Somehow, his praises or criticisms directly influenced the yers'' moods and mental state.


    But without him directing the match, the yers felt an entirely different energy.


    Now that Aldrich was back, their hearts settled.


    In the second half, as the yers returned to the field, Aldrich appeared again at the tunnel exit, casually leaning against the wall, watching the game with a rxed demeanor.


    Cameras quickly caught his presence, andmentators began to tease Aldrich.


    To Aldrich''s surprise, one of the Grimsby staff members, a slightly chubby young man, approached him excitedly, asking, "You''re Mr. Hall, right? Can I have your autograph? You''re incredible! Bing head coach before turning twenty and doing so well! I''ve watched all the matches against Manchester United, Arsenal, and Liverpool. They were breathtaking, the best matches I''ve seen!"


    He rambled on, and Aldrich patiently listened to his admiration, eventually signing for him and taking a photo. He also asked the young man to bring him a ss of water, having gone hours from the ne to here without a drop.


    As he held the cup to drink, Brendel Park Stadium suddenly sank into a moment of quiet.


    Aldrich looked up to see Solskj?r running to the center circle with the ball��he had just scored.


    "Hey, Millwall is amazing; they scored!"


    The staff member beside Aldrich watched the goal, looking even more excited than Aldrich.


    It wasn''t surprising; people working at football clubs weren''t always fans of those clubs. Liverpool had loyal staff for over twenty years who supported Everton.


    Millwall''s second-half tactics didn''t change; they yed simrly to the first half, but now they were more dominant. Grimsby sat back, but their individual abilities couldn''t withstand Millwall''s relentless assault.


    In just twenty minutes into the second half, Millwall equalized. Schneider''s free-kick deflected off a defender and slipped into the�� some luck, but luck is also part of skill.


    By the 87th minute, Grimsby, still clinging to a defensive stance, faced a heavy blow.


    Stam headed in from a corner��Millwall had turned the tables to lead 3:2 against Grimsby, scoring just one more than their opponents.


    Aldrich had lied; he hadn''t substituted anyone.


    After the match, Jensen pondered Aldrich''s figure as he turned toward the dressing room exit, smiling ruefully to himself. You always say the team''s spirit lies with Nedved, but you are the true soul of this team!

 Chapter 99: Lone Wolf - Phillips

    <h4>Chapter 99: Lone Wolf - Phillips</h4>


    After a midweekeback against Grimsby in the League Cup, Aldrich once again apologized to the team during the training session the next day. His sudden absence had indeed brought negative effects to the squad, and it goes without saying how important a yer''s role is in a team.


    Aldrich was not the type to dwell on the past, so while he took his self-reflection seriously, he wouldn''t let it consume too much of his time.


    Millwall''s tight schedule meant they had only returned to London for two days before heading up to Northwest Ennd again. Their uing match against the reigning champions ckburn was set to be a highlight of this round, attracting even more attention than Arsenal''s home game against Nottingham Forest.


    ckburn was nominally a city but felt more like a town, with just over a hundred thousand residents. After their thrilling victoryst season that secured the club''s first Premier League title, ckburn retained their core lineup this season with no significant losses. However, they did change their manager. The shrewd Daglish stepped down, taking a cushy role with a hefty sry, while ckburn weed a new head coach: Ray Halford.


    Halford, now over fifty, had yed as a center-back during his career, which greatly influenced his coaching style. For instance, Kevin Keegan, an attacking yer, had teams that excelled in offense but were woeful in defense. In contrast, Halford''s style leaned towards defense, but ckburn had not built their reputation on such tactics. Their championship victoryst season relied heavily on their attacking prowess, scoring three more goals than Manchester United, yet conceding eleven more. Of course, United''s goal tally included inted numbers gained against weaker opponents, such as their nine-goal drubbing of Ipswich.


    A disconnect between the coach''s style and the team''s established y led to inconsistent performances.


    ckburn opened their season on a bright note, with a hard-fought win against an underwhelming team, but their momentum quickly fizzled out with two consecutive losses. Manymentators began to wonder if ckburn was prioritizing their Champions League campaign, especially given their rtively easy group against sides like Spartak Moscow, Rosenborg, and Legia Warsaw.


    However, Aldrich, as the head coach, clearly sees that ckburn''s problems are not merely about their focus this season. They performed with tremendous "style" in the Champions League and were considered favorites to advance from their group, yet they ended up finishingst and getting eliminated. To make matters worse, the team was involved in a notorious scandal on the field, where teammates fought over possession, bringing shame upon themselves in front of the entire world.


    Before arriving in this quiet traditional town, Aldrich had made a formic diplomatic statement at a press conference: "ckburn is the reigning champion, and Millwall is a newly promoted team; ying at Ewood Park will be a challenge for us."


    Challenge?


    While the media considered Aldrich as typically low-key, he spoke the truth.


    For this match, he chose to rest his main yers and rotated the squad.


    Fielding the backup team against the reigning champions was a risky move, but Aldrich felt it necessary to try, allowing the substitutes to grow quickly and adapt to the pace of the Premier League, which would strengthen Millwall in the long run.


    Halford was under pressure after two league losses, especially following a home defeat to Manchester United, making the uing match against Millwall crucial.


    In the dressing room, the seasoned coach earnestly advised his yers to fortify their defense, stressing the need to prioritize defending before making any attacks. The yers felt they had no choice but to follow their coach''s directives to avoid earning a reputation for defiance.


    As the fourth round of the Premier League kicked off at Ewood Park, Aldrich was once again on the sidelines, and Halford stayed vignt, constantly directing his yers to bolster their defense.


    Aldrich deployed a 4-3-3 formation, with Gattuso, Vieira, and Back providing defensive stability in midfield. The absence of Materazzi due to a five-match suspension and his earlier red card meant that the defensive pair consisted of Richards and El, with Zambrotta and Mills as the full-backs. The attacking trio was Glenn Hoddle, Phillips, and Solskjaer.


    ckburn almost fielded their title-winning lineup fromst season.


    The SAS strike partnership, along with Sherwood, Batty, Wilcox, and Ripley in midfield, formed a strong backbone, while the defenseprised Lescott, Hendry, Coleman, and Berg, with the goalkeeper being Fowlers.


    This lineup was undeniably strong, albeit slightly unbnced. Aldrich reasoned that if he had the transfer budget for ckburn, he wouldn''t choose this group of yers��not because he didn''t recognize their talent, but because ckburn had recruited experienced fighters who could produce results with just a bit of polish.


    However, such yers were often already somewhat well-known, making it difficult for Aldrich to manage them, as they often approached the game with a strong personal agenda, having little loyalty to the club��it felt more like they were mercenaries.


    Aldrich''s philosophy was to bring in young yers when they were still undervalued. Even if they left, they would carry the pride of their time at the club, making it easier for him to manage the team and persuade yers to stay.


    Across the pitch, ckburn''s lineup, especially the SAS partnership, would undoubtedly attract attention from bigger clubs in just a few years. Other yers would simrly find themselves joining Chelsea, Tottenham, Manchester United, etc. They were mercenaries, there to earn money and collect honors; when the team faltered, their exits would be justified.


    The much-anticipated sh didn''t ignite as expected and turned out to be somewhat dull.


    The trio of strong, versatile midfielders effectively disrupted ckburn''s offensive build-up, while El and Richards at center-back disyed admirableposure.


    Aldrich scanned the stands and pondered: perhaps the atmosphere here wasn''t as electric as Anfield or Old Trafford, making it feel less pressured.


    Consequently, Millwall''s young yers faced the defending champions without fear. El, ying his first match in Ennd, shone brightly. Sutton and Shearer both attempted to bypass him but were thwarted by his timely interceptions; he handled the ball with calm decisiveness.


    Millwall''s attack left Aldrich somewhat speechless.


    Back delivered a pass to Phillips, who spun away from Sherwood and shot from thirty yards out!


    The shot was of high quality, but Fowlers managed to palm it away.


    Aldrich sighed as he returned to his seat on the bench and turned to Jansen, asking, "Hasn''t he changed his ying habits in a year?"


    Jansen shrugged. "Didn''t he just show it? Though, he does have a knack for scoring."


    They were referring to Kevin Phillips. Aldrich wasn''tpletely satisfied with him, but Phillips always found the when he was on the field. In terms of efficiency, he even ranked above Solskjaer.


    However, moments before Phillips''s shot, both Glenn Hoddle and Solskjaer had made excellent runs into space, but he opted to take the shot himself.


    He was a wild card!


    Yet, he tends to be somewhat of a lone wolf, not quite fitting into the style of team football.


    Aldrich needs forwards to provide support, but his ying style is simr to Ennd''s traditional "tall and fast" forward, often positioning himself in the most threatening areas to take the final shot on goal.


    And yet, he could score, and Aldrich had spoken with him several times, but Phillips continued to stick to his usual style.


    Now, still a substitute, Aldrich couldn''t demand too much from him. A wild card had its advantages��though unorthodox, it could be incredibly powerful if used correctly.


    Rubbing his forehead in frustration, Aldrich debated how to respond when this wild card inevitably requested a starting position. The more he scored, the more he craved a starting spot��this was obvious.


    But he wasn''t the type of forward Millwall needed for the future.


    He could ept being a substitute, but a starting role was out of the question.


    During Aldrich''spse in focus, ckburnunched a counterattack, relying solely on individual ir to put Millwall under pressure. Shearer dodged the young but somewhat reckless Gattuso with his footwork and unleashed a long shot outside the box, forcing Butt to make a save. However, Sutton charged into the box, beating Richards to tap in the rebound.


    ckburn led Millwall 1-0 at home.


    Upon witnessing the concession, Aldrich stood up and yelled directions to rally his yers. While conceding a goal was not entirely uneptable, it served as a lesson for the goalkeeper and defenders. They needed to refine their skills and sharpen their awareness to avoid repeating such mistakes.


    After scoring once in the first half, ckburn let their pride get the best of them in the second half. They became bolder in their attack, leaving vulnerabilities in their defense.


    In the seventy-third minute, Vieira and Back surged forward, orchestrating an effective counter that led to an assist from Hoddle to Phillips for the equalizer.


    After equalizing, the match became chaotic, with both teams eager for victory, shedding their earlier conservatism in favor of an all-out attacking battle.


    The game was fierce and exciting, with tension escting, but neither side added any more goals, and they ultimately settled for a draw.


    Aldrich''s Millwall secured two wins and two draws in their grueling start to the new season, achievingmendable results; however, they were still four points behind the league leaders.


    To everyone''s surprise, Kevin Keegan''s Newcastle United had won all their matches in the first four rounds, amassing a significant lead atop the table.

 Chapter 100: Two Fastest Records

    <h4>Chapter 100: Two Fastest Records</h4>


    After three consecutive away games against Liverpool, Grimsby, and ckburn, Aldrich finally returned to London, his weary body feeling the strain of endless travel. The Spice Girls were busy recording their first album, and Aldrich found himself back in the single life. As a top-flight club manager, personal time was already scarce. Even during yers'' vacations, much of Aldrich''s time was devoted to studying opponents. Hence, he did not feel lonely; his days were filled with work.


    Andrew had arranged for him to visit the best hospital in the UK, Wellington Hospital, which ranked among the finest in Europe. The transfer paperwork for Pusk��s was in progress, and Aldrich hoped Elizabeth could receive care there. After all, he wanted the couple to enjoy somefort in theirter years.


    This was the fifth match of a grueling schedule and the penultimate league game before the FIFA break. Next, the team would face Wolves in a League Cup match, after which many yers would head to their national teams.


    Aldrich''s opponents in this fifth round were Nottingham Forest, a team with a peculiar record of winning more European trophies than domestic league titles.


    Last season, Nottingham Forest finished third in the league, and their manager, Frank rk, had met Aldrich a few months ago; both were recognized as the best coaches in their respective divisions.


    This season, Nottingham Forest lost their top scorer, Collymore, to Liverpool. Collymore scored about 13 goals for themst season and had a total of 24. His departure severely impacted Nottingham Forest, which had started the season with a win but then drew against three London teams: West Ham, Chelsea, and Arsenal.


    During their visit to the Lion''s Den, rk was quite cautious, subtly indicating that Nottingham Forest would probably face a challenging match in London. Is Millwall a strong team? At least on the points table, Nottingham Forest is right on their heels.


    The two teams met at the Lion''s Den, both unbeaten in the first four matches of the season.


    Aldrich set out his starting lineup in a 4-4-2 formation. rk''s Nottingham Forest focused on defense, seemingly determined to secure a fourth consecutive draw against a London team.


    The match was uneventful, with cheers from the home crowd never fading. The fans weren''t used to seeing their team so dominant; it was something they had rarely experienced before.


    After victories over Arsenal and Liverpool and draws against Manchester United and the defending champions, Millwall felt on a roll, and their fans had every reason to feel proud.


    However, the match left Aldrich feeling somewhat helpless, as Millwall''s forward line was mired in a quagmire.


    rk had clearly studied footage of Millwall''s recent games. His tactics were conservative, emphasizing pressure right outside the penalty area. Solskj?r and Larsson struggled to find effectivebinations, making even ball control difficult.


    Aldrich strolled along the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, his mind racing.


    Nottingham Forest was well-organized, and their defense key points were well-ced. Nedved closely marked any forays into the final third, alongside productive team support. Theypressed space in front of the penalty area, and their nks weren''t overly aggressive; they even allowed Millwall''s full-backs to venture forward, meaning prating y was too limited. High balls to the center found only Larsson, who was sandwiched and unable to contest for the ball, let alone threaten with a header.


    It was a stalemate, hard to imagine that a team that finished thirdst season, Nottingham Forest, would disy such a low profile at the home of a newly promoted side.


    As the first half ended, the score remained 0-0.


    Before heading into the yer tunnel, Aldrich called Shevchenko over. The young striker stood before him, looking somewhat nervous, like a fresh-faced student awaiting instruction.


    "Go warm up."


    Aldrich''s directmand sent Shevchenko immediately to the sideline to start his warm-up.


    Breaking through a packed defense is a perennial challenge, one that gues football discussions. In the 1990 World Cup final, where the star-studded German team faced Maradona''s endurance-fueled Argentina, Germany dominated with over thirty shots to one. Yet, they only secured victory through a penalty.


    To breach a tight defense during open y, there are fundamentally three approaches: individual skill, heroic dribbling, long-range threats that force the opponent to recall yers, or creating set pieces.


    Regarding positional y, if there is no space for a shot, even the most elegantbinations and the highest possession percentage are merely irrelevant figures.


    Aldrich would encourage the team to attempt long-range shots in the second half and, depending on the results, he could adjust further.


    At the very least, if the stalemate continued, he needed to boost the intensity of their direct threats in the penalty area.


    Nottingham Forest maintained theirpact defensive strategy in the second half, and several deliberate clearances were aimed directly into Millwall''s half, hoping to catch Millwall''s defense off guard with their two forwards.


    Aldrich was alert to rk''s tactics.


    He is confident that even the lowest-ranked team, while defending with ten men, will still cling to a sliver of hope for an unexpected lethal blow. Hence, he keeps Richards, Stam, and Mak��l��l�� in the back. If the opposing two forwards can receive the ball and score in a two-on-three situation, Aldrich would willingly concede defeat.


    However, stopping the ball and turning against Mak��l��l��, known for his elite defensive awareness and tackling skills, was already a tall order. Additionally, the long trajectory of balls cleared from the back provided ample time for Millwall''s defenders to position themselves effectively for a clean catch.


    After sixty minutes of y, Solskj?r''s performance wasckluster, both in and out of the penalty area. He wasn''t limated to such tight defensive setups, and with no space for his game, he found himself heavily marked. As his movements became predictable, he struggled to find his rhythm.


    Aldrich was preparing to substitute, bringing on a powerful striker to fill Solskj?r''s role.


    Before making the change, he called Shevchenko over again. Seeing him jumping in ce, Aldrich signaled for him to calm down,forting him, and then squatted down to his level.


    "Andriy, do you trust me?"


    Aldrich looked into Shevchenko''s eyes, speaking softly, using the simplest English he could muster as Shevchenko had only been in Ennd for a few months.


    After having observed several previous matches, Shevchenko had gained a deep understanding of Aldrich. Without hesitation, he nodded and replied, "Trust!"


    He knew he had a future under this young manager.


    "Are you nervous?"


    Shevchenko nced at the packed stands of the Lion''s Den. Given the electrifying atmosphere, he was about to make his debut. It would have been a lie to im he wasn''t nervous, yet he also felt awkward admitting it, opting for silence.


    Aldrich smiled and pointed at the opposing team, asking, "Do you know who they are?"


    Shevchenko replied with a bemused expression, "Nottingham Forest."


    "Do you know the history of Nottingham Forest?"


    "Yes, European champions, twice!"


    "Perhaps in Ukraine, you''d only meet opponents with European titles if you were lucky. Do you regreting to Ennd?"


    "No! I''m very excited! Manchester United, Liverpool, and Nottingham Forest��all have achieved the highest honors in Europe. Such rivals are thrilling!"


    Seeing the genuine excitement on Shevchenko''s face, Aldrich nodded and then reached down to scoop a handful of dirt mixed with grass from the pitch. He raised it before Shevchenko, saying, "Smell this."


    Shevchenko leaned down to sniff.


    "What does it smell like?"


    "A pleasant smell."


    Perhaps he couldn''t quite describe the scents of wet earth and fresh grass, so "pleasant" was the most straightforward term he coulde up with.


    Aldrich also took a whiff, appreciating the natural aroma that eased his mind.


    He shook the dirt from his hands, patted them together, and said, "You have one simple task when you go on: stand at the front of the team and wait for the ball toe near you. If the balles from above, head it into the opponent''s goal; if it rolls along the ground, use any means to send it into their. Understand?"


    Still thinking about that delightful smell, Shevchenko nodded seriously after hearing Aldrich''s instructions.


    Aldrich stood up and put an arm around his shoulder, yfully asking, "Are you still nervous?"


    Shevchenkoughed, "Boss, after all that chatting, I forgot everything. Now I feel cold!"


    "That''s fine; just don''t forget to score."


    With that, Aldrich headed back to the coaching area, signaling the fourth official to make the change.


    After waiting for the next stoppage in y, Solskj?r was substituted. He appeared a bit dejected, but Aldrich made a point to walk over andfort him. "Ole, today''s match didn''t allow you to shine. Don''t take it to heart. Not every game will see a striker score, but a great forward always brings a hunger for goals into the next match."


    Solskj?r chuckled, "Boss, I''m not a child; you don''t need to console me like that."


    Aldrich replied, "Okay then, just sit back and focus on the match."


    The baby-faced striker''s smile returned as he put on a jacket handed to him by a coach, settling down to watch the game. It had be his habit to observe Aldrich, whether on or off the field, eager to interpret the match from Aldrich''s perspective.


    "Millwall has brought on a new summer signing, his name is, um, Andriy Shevchenko, hailing from Dynamo Kyiv in Ukraine. Interestingly, Aldrich didn''t substitute Phillips, that well-known super-sub forward. The Ukrainian doesn''t appear particrly special, not overly strong or tall. What on earth..." Thementator''s voice suddenly went wild, "Oh my God, goooooooal!"


    As thementator continued talking about Shevchenko, he dashed straight into the penalty area after entering the field and scored his debut goal.


    He watched his teammates'' movements and entered the penalty area. Schneider delivered a cross from the side, and amidst the Nottingham Forest defenders, Larsson flicked up the ball at the near post, sending it to the back post where Shevchenko was perfectly positioned. Instinctively, he used his head to direct the ball.


    However, his angle was slightly off; the ball flew toward the back post, while he couldn''t stop himself in time and collided violently with the post.


    Bang!


    He immediately felt blood stream down from his forehead.


    Nottingham Forest''s yers were utterly deted, their gazes fixated on Shevchenko, lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding head.


    Where did this kide from?


    rk had meticulously strategized based on the strengths of each Millwall yer, yet he was blindsided when Aldrich took an unconventional approach; with Trezeguet unavable, he opted for a Ukrainian neer.


    Their defensive bus was shattered, and he got injured in the process.


    Millwall''s yers rushed to surround Shevchenko, leaving no time to celebrate.


    The medical team hurried onto the field.


    Lying on the ground with blood gushing from his head, Shevchenko felt dizzy. He looked around at his teammates and nervously asked in broken English, "Did I score?"


    Nedved crouched beside him, pressing on his chest with a serious expression, "Congrattions! You scored on your first touch in your debut match��this may be a record, Andriy. Well done, but you should stay down; the medic will be here soon."


    Shevchenko nced at his blood-soaked hands. He quickly went from excitement to detion, "I''m afraid I might have the fastest injury record!"


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines with hands on his hips. He had sent Vieira to warm up; now that they scored, Nottingham Forest would likely start pressing aggressively. He needed to reinforce his central defense, allowing Nedved more space in attack.


    Watching Shevchenko being carried off on a stretcher, Aldrich approached and gave him a thumbs-up before pping along with the fans.


    Yet he murmured to himself, "What a stroke of bad luck!"

 Chapter 101: Old rivals

    <h4>Chapter 101: Old rivals</h4>


    The fans in the stands were both amused and bewildered. Just a moment earlier, many of them had expressed skepticism about Shevchenko''s entrance, hoping instead that the substitute Phillips would deliver a magical performance. Yet, within a minute of being on the pitch, Shevchenko broke the deadlock. The fans rose to their feet, arms waving and cheers erupting, only to see Shevchenko collide with the post and copse onto the grass, subsequently being carried off on a stretcher.


    What on earth was happening to Millwall?


    It seemed there was a debut curse hovering over the yers. Last season, Vieira received a red card the moment he stepped onto the field. This season, the newly arrived striker had been injured and forced to leave after just a minute of y.


    Surely, this was just an unforeseen incident that heightened the overall impression; at the same time, Elghra, who was brought in over the summer, showed good form in his first match of the season.


    Nheless, the youngd had provided at least one miraculous moment.


    The fans apuded him and prayed for his recovery, hoping his injury wasn''t too severe.


    Millwall had finally broken the ice, and Aldrich quickly substituted Vieira for the injured Shevchenko. With more than twenty minutes left in the match and Nottingham Forest trailing, they naturally wouldunch a fierce attack.


    rk was feeling frustrated. He had lost a key yer in the summer, with Collymore being poached by Liverpool, causing significant trouble for his lineup. Deep down, he thought taking a point away from the Lion''s Den would be an eptable result.


    Now that his team was behind, he hesitated to push them too far forward. Liverpool''s midfield creativity was evident, but their defense wasn''t particrly strong. If they pressed forward and left their back line vulnerable, Millwall could exploit any gaps. If Nottingham Forestmitted to attack, they risked conceding more goals.


    But taking the gamble was worth a shot.


    Nottingham Forest began to push more yers forward. They favored intricate ground passing, which was why Aldrich sent on Vieira to bolster their midfield with vertical interceptions.


    The match became tense, with both teamspeting fiercely in the midfield, unable to create effective attacks. As the game entered itsst five minutes, rk decided to go all out. With a decisive wave of his hand, he instructed the defenders to push forward; he was all in now.


    Aldrich noticed the shift in momentum from the sidelines and felt a surge of optimism.


    Millwall''s style of y required space to flourish. The team operated like a spring; the more pressure the opponent applied, the more they could coil back, and once possession shifted to Millwall, the spring''s explosive power would be unleashed.


    This was the rhythm many strong teams follow��a tough first goal against a weaker opponent is always the hardest. Once that first goal is scored, the underdog can''t stay conservative, and goals often follow for the stronger side. Conversely, if the stronger team were to concede first, the weaker team''s defense would be even more resolute, making the oue unpredictable.


    In one Nottingham Forest attack, a setup on the edge of the penalty area was thwarted by Stam, initiating a counterattack.


    From the second half onward, Nedved yed as the attacking midfielder, nked by Pires and Schneider, with striker Larsson leading the charge. The four of them began advancing systematically. Vieira received the ball, performed a one-two with Thuram, and quickly darted forward. Near the center circle, he delivered a precise diagonal pass, perfectly reaching Pires.


    Pires did not stop the ball but instead sent a quick cross to the center, and Nedved found himself facing a hurried Nottingham Forest defense with significant gaps. Withposure, he made a precise pass into the penalty area, allowing Larsson to evade the offside trap effectively. As the goalkeeper rushed out, Larsson deftly created space and executed a shot with the inside of his foot, with the ball gliding along the turf into the back of the.


    "Larsson scores his seventh league goal of the season! The striker disyed the qualities of a top marksman; hisposure in front of goal is remarkable! Nottingham Forest has lost all hope. The match is about to enter stoppage time, and they trail by two goals. Aldrich''s team has an unshakable dominance at home!"


    After scoring, Larsson turned to embrace his teammates. Aldrich''s persuasion for him to stay was motivated in part by reliance and nurturing, but also because ying at Millwall felt like soaring through the clouds��it was pure joy. His teammates behind him��Schneider, Nedved, Pires, and the forward Trezeguet��made Larsson feel that not only could he unleash his scoring prowess, but they also yed together seamlessly,municating without needing too many words��the on-field synergy was almost telepathic.


    After Larsson''s goal, rk''s determination and courage faded into oblivion. He waited for the match to end, having nothing to say; there were noints about losing this game.


    As stoppage time quickly ticked away and the match concluded, Millwall fans had grown ustomed to standing and apuding their team post-match.


    Last season, Millwall had achieved an impressive record at home in League One: 23 matches, 3 wins and several draws. Such a daunting record enabled the fans to thoroughly enjoy their home games, making it customary to express their gratitude to yers with cheers and apuse.


    After the match, Aldrich and rk, the League One and Premier League Managers of the Year respectively, met for a handshake and a few pleasantries.


    rk inquired about the transfer possibilities of a few young Millwall yers. He knew Millwall would never sell their key yers; even if they did, Nottingham Forest wouldn''t be able to afford them.


    rk specifically asked about Vieira and Phillips, who was on the bench.


    Aldrich smiled and regrettably confirmed that all Millwall yers were not for sale.


    Nopetitive team can overlook the necessity of substitutes. To be a formidable squad, the depth of the bench is among the keyponents. Fans often express astonishment at the opulent nature of top teams'' substitute line-ups, thereby providing insight into why these elite teams frequently achieve sess.


    Back in his office, Aldrich praised the team''s performance for the day. He then headed to the medical department to check on Shevchenko''s condition.


    Though the Ukrainian striker looked rming with blood on his face, his injuries were merely superficial. He was coherent before being sent for scans. Although the results were still pending, the medical staff indicated there shouldn''t be any major issues, and that he would need ten to fifteen days of rest after getting stitches.


    Finally, Aldrich could breathe a sigh of relief.


    He returned to the office, retrieving a poster featuring a trophy, then walked into the locker room and put it up on the wall.


    The yers, having showered and changed, naturally noticed the poster, and each of them shared a knowing smile.


    The trophy depicted was that of the English League Cup.


    Next, they would bepeting in the League Cup.


    Fortunately, it was a home game against Wolves, seasoned adversaries they had encountered in the previous season while in League One.


    As he prepared to leave for home, Aldrich was called over by someone behind him.


    "Hey, boss."


    Turning around, he saw the club''s CEO, Adam.


    "Is there something you need?"


    "During the match, Andrew came by and asked me to let you know that Mr. Puskas''s transfer has been arranged. He will be brought from Budapest to London next Tuesday."


    Andrew had previously held a nominal position at Millwall and was well acquainted with Adam. Aldrich''s phone was on silent during the match, and he hadn''t checked it, so Andrew asked Adam to ry the message.


    "Okay, got it."


    "Excuse me, boss, but could it really be Pusk��s? I mean, the one and only Pusk��s!"


    Aldrich could roughly guess what Adam wanted to say and frowned, saying, "Yes, Adam, it is that Puskas."


    Adam''s face lit up with excitement as he whispered, "Boss, if we can publicly associate with Mr. Puskas and get a few photos..."


    "Stop! Adam, is there anyone you truly respect from the heart?"


    Adam blinked in surprise and replied, "Yes, Professor Smith from the Business School is the person I respect the most; I always remember his teachings."


    "Good, imagine if Professor Smith were gravely ill, would you exploit him for profit? If your answer is ''yes,'' please put your resignation letter on my desk. Goodbye."


    Aldrich turned and left while Adam stood there, raising an eyebrow and shrugging his shoulders, followed by a self-deprecating smile.


    Four dayster, Millwall faced Wolves at home, with Aldrich deploying all his avable starters. Wolves were clearly focused on their goal of getting promoted to the Premier League, thus didn''t value the cup match too highly. Millwall easily secured a win, advancing to the next round.


    As FIFA''s international break approached, the sixth round of the Premier League kicked off, with Millwall again ying at home against a familiar opponent: Middlesbrough.


    Brian Robson led Middlesbrough this season with a very pragmatic style. The team managed to secure draws against Arsenal and Bolton away and victories against Chelsea and Coventry at home, only losing to the wildly-performing Newcastle United.


    Both teams were neers, yet their strengths were not to bepared.


    Robson''s tactical arrangement was even more conservative andplete than that of Nottingham Forest. Last season they had appeared in a 5-3-2 formation; this time, against Millwall, they lined up in a 5-4-1 formation, sending only one forward to trouble Millwall, while all other yers retreated defensively to build two dense lines of defense.


    Millwall had twenty-seven shots on goal throughout the ny minutes, of which only six were on target. Middlesbrough, on the other hand, went without a single shot, maintaining less than 30% possession. The match concluded with a goalless draw.


    After the match, Aldrich could only exchange a wry smile with Robson as they shook hands.


    He held no grudges; the opponent yed within the rules. Football is such that being strong does not guarantee a win, especially when the adversary is indifferent about winning or losing.


    As the FIFA international match day approached, Aldrich faced a team that was missing many key yers. Training continued as usual during the week, and asionally, they yed two friendly matches with the youth team. When international match day arrived, he gave the team a break and stayed home to watch Hungary challenge Turkey away.


    The match proved to be anticlimactic, with Turkey defeating Hungary 2-0, snuffing out Hungary''s hopes of qualifying for the European Championship.

 Chapter 102: The East London Derby is on the Horizon!

    <h4>Chapter 102: The East London Derby is on the Horizon!</h4>


    Aldrich warmly weed Nagy, who had just arrived in London after traveling from Turkey. As a single man, he carried nothing but his footballing knowledge, which was evidently abundant despite his seemingly dull demeanor. Nagy joined Millwall Football Club as the head of youth development and quickly adapted to his role as the youth team manager, gaining a good understanding of the yers under his supervision.


    As the yers gradually returned from national team duties, Nagy knocked on Aldrich''s office door. Usually reserved andposed, he disyed a rare excitement, leaning over Aldrich''s desk with both hands and eximing, "Aldrich, I''ve never seen such gifted kids before; they are far superior to their peers!"


    Aldrich, resting his chin on his hand, smiled and responded, "Which yers are you talking about?"


    Nagy sat down and opened his notebook, rattling off name after name: Joe Cole, Vi, Capdev, Ashley Cole, Pirlo, and many more.


    During this time, yers under the age of 18 were assigned to train with the youth team, including the likes of Lampard and Ferdinand, who left Nagy astonished.


    He believed that if the Millwall youth team could fill a few key positions, their overall strength would surpass even that of the Hungarian national team.


    Of course, this assessment also stemmed from how their talent shone against lesser opponents.


    Millwall''s youth team was constantly scouting and recruiting new talent. Any willing young yer could join the team after passing certain assessments. Aldrich had lowered the entry standards somewhat because Millwall''s appeal was not very strong. To ensure the youth team had enough yers for development, he needed to lower the bar for now. As Millwall''s reputation grew in the future, the standards would naturally rise.


    Nagy was thrilled, passionately discussing the characteristics of these yers, the positions they could y on the field, their roles during matches, and how they fit into various tactics and formations.


    "Aldrich, young yers like Ferdinand and Lampard shouldn''t be wasted in the youth team; you should promote them to the first team."


    "They''re already with the first team; they just haven''t been called up to the national squad. The national under-21 team hasn''t yed recently, so they''re here at the club training with the youth team. But hold on, Nagy. You''ve only gotten to know the Millwall youth team; you haven''t seen the first team yet. Take a look at a few first-team matches, particrly the Premier League games. If you believe any of the youth yers can quickly push out one of the starters or substitutes to be a key yer, then I''ll seriously consider your suggestions."


    Aldrich encouraged Nagy to be patient, and Nagy understood, trusting Aldrich''s judgment enough to avoid making hasty decisions.


    "Let''s talk about my role. Although many yers have considerable talent, we must avoid their taking any wrong turns in their development. Firstly, there needs to be a tactical framework in the youth team; secondly, it''s important to define their positions on the field."


    Aldrich nodded seriously, agreeing with Nagy''s perspective.


    In truth, many gifted yers fail to make it big due to their development environments. For example, a skillful yer might struggle to shine within a physically dominant tactical system, and if they''re ced in the wrong position on the field, they might lose their rhythm and ultimately find themselves lost.


    Aldrich and Nagy meticulously discussed each of Millwall''s current youth yers, nning their professional paths in detail.


    By mid-September, the league''spetition resumed. Before November arrived, Aldrich led the team through six league matches and two cup games. The cup fixtures were fully staffed, while three of the Premier League matches were yed with a rotated lineup. In those six matches, they faced clubs like Tottenham and relegation contenders like Coventry and Manchester City.


    With three victories and three draws, Millwall started the season unbeaten. However, after facing Wimbledon, Aldrich erupted, furious that Vinnie Jones had injured Schneider within the first minute of the game, shouting at the notorious enforcer and future British film star: "You''re going nowhere with this football career; get into movies instead!" His outburst made him a target for criticism, as his ire wasn''t solely directed at Wimbledon, a club famous for its rough y. Aldrich was actually criticizing the overall ethos of English football; while Wimbledon had some me, they were not the original practitioners of such tactics, which had bemon in the 1980s, when early fouls were often used strategically to intimidate opponents.


    What Aldrich criticized was the prevailing culture in English football. Wimbledon might have been somewhat innocent; they didn''t invent the rough style of y. This type of strategy had been prevalent in the English game since the 1980s, where teams often started matches with a foul to intimidate opponents.


    Such tactical fouls could create immense psychological pressure on rival teams, seizing the momentum in games.


    Wimbledon is so poor that they can only rent Crystal Pce''s stadium year after year. Millwall''s honors do notpare to Wimbledon''s, and although both teams are city rivals, it seems somewhat beneath Aldrich to regard Wimbledon seriously. It''s almost pitiful that some say a single Manchester United fan merchandise store earns more in a year than the entire annual revenue of Wimbledon Football Club! Aldrich really didn''t need to ce such importance on Wimbledon. Therefore, he targeted the still prevalent rough, thug-like culture in English football with his criticism.


    This drew fire from many football legends, who argued that Aldrich, after ying a few decent matches, was getting ahead of himself.


    Yes, Millwall had performed well, remaining unbeaten over 12 matches this season.


    But Aldrich, you''re not in a position to lecture English football!


    Especially since Millwall was still quite far from the top of the league; Aldrich couldn''t let sess go to his head!


    While Aldrich dismissed the criticism, he couldn''t deny one thing they pointed out: the league table clearly illustrated that Millwallgged far behind the leaders.


    Newcastle United was having a ster season, with 10 wins, 1 draw, and only 1 loss in their first 12 matches. Millwall, with 6 wins and 6 draws, ranked second but was 7 points adrift of Newcastle.


    In the 13th round of the league, Millwall faced Merseyside again and ended up leveling against Everton in thest five minutes.


    Newcastle continued their winning streak, and Kevin Keegan became the most talked-about coach in the Premier League. Although Manchester United had pulled ahead of Millwall by a point, they trailed Newcastle by 8 points!


    "Aldrich didn''t have the time to look at the league standings; he simply didn''t care. If this season required an all-out effort topete for the league title, he would be more anxious, but he didn''t want Millwall to feel the pressure of performing well in their first Premier League season; as for European qualification, there wouldn''t be a chance for the Champions League unless they won the league title, so it was unnecessary to fret over whether they finished second or third."


    Whaty ahead for him was a match more important than championship aspirations!


    The first round of the East London derby in the Premier League was upon them!


    When a hatred or animosity stretches across a century, passed down through generations and manifested on the football pitch, it transcends the importance of titles; it symbolizes faith, hope, confidence, and dignity!


    Even for teamscking ambition, a mediocre season could hinge on the prospects of their rivalry match and whether their coach could keep his job.


    "Even for teams without ambitions, a mediocre performance throughout the season is eptable, but matches against bitter rivals are crucial for the head coach''s job security; Aldrich can lose every match and still keep his job, but he must win because the East London derby is not just a matter of the team''s dignity but also of every Millwall fan''s pride; losing to West Ham United would leave Millwall supporters unable to hold their heads high, facing mockery and ridicule, while the humiliation would linger for a long time."


    They needed to make their fans proud, to hold their heads high, and beating West Ham United meant more to the people of Millwall than winning any championship trophy!


    The East London derby became the focal point of this Premier League round. Before match day, shops around Upton Park disyed signs announcing they would close on the day of the match and that no alcoholic beverages would be sold nearby.


    Although it was an East London derby, Millwall had to cross the Thames to y at West Ham''s home ground. Geographically, Millwall is situated in southeast London, south of the Thames, while West Ham is directly east across the river.


    On match day, the weather appeared overcast, as if rain might fall, yet nothing came down.


    Millwall''s team bus traveled slowly north from the southern banks of the Thames. As they reached the streets radiating from West Ham''s territory, the bus moved at a crawl.


    The Millwall yers sat inside the bus, staring out the windows, their jaws dropping in astonishment!


    The roads were lined with crowds, men and women alike, all wearing expressions of hostility as they red at the bus like it was carrying their executioners. Police had established a perimeter along the road, with officers stationed every few paces, ready to prevent fans from attacking the Millwall bus.


    Many fans held up signs disying obscene insults directed at Millwall, and two even raised a hand-drawn picture depicting a blue lion lying in a pool of blood, with two hammers��symbols from West Ham''s crest��sticking out of its body.


    The Hammers Crush the Lions!


    Thud, thud, the windows of the bus were pelted with stones thrown by fans, but this situation was anticipated, so today''s bus was armored like a bulletproof vehicle.


    West Ham''s fans sang insulting songs targeting Millwall outside, and the police chief, who had deployed half of London''s police force to maintain order, was on edge. The mounted police led the procession, anxious about any possible shes that might spill over, and riot police stood by nearby for any disturbances.


    Aldrich sat in the bus, leisurely engrossed in a book, trying to keep his mind calm.


    In reality, he knew that just a short distance away, elsewhere in the neighborhood, the war between Millwall fans and West Ham United fans had already begun; this day was a day of war, from dawn to dusk, bloodshed was unavoidable; all Aldrich could do was hope that no one would die, but even if someone were to die, let it not be an innocent bystander; if the fans of both sides willingly stepped onto the battlefield, then so be it; after all, they wouldn''t regret it; had people not died before? Of course they had, but both sides treated it as a war; what war is without bloodshed? Whoes out unscathed? This day would not be a utopian sanctuary where everyone sang hallelujah, but rather a hellish battleground stained with blood.

 Chapter 103: Millwall! Charge! Charge! Charge!!

    <h4>Chapter 103: Millwall! Charge! Charge! Charge!!</h4>


    In football, a derby match may seem like a casual affair for neutral fans who can sit on their couches, beer in one hand and snacks in the other, calmly waiting for an exciting and fiercepetition. But for the coaches, yers, and fans of the two rival teams, it is nothing less than a war. Millwall needs this war. On its journey from a small club to a top-tier team, a derby battle is essential.


    Take a look at the prestigious clubs around the world: Manchester United vs. Liverpool, the Mn Derby, the Italian Derby, the Madrid Derby, and the Spanish National Derby, to name a few.


    If a top club goes an entire season without a worthy derby match, it starts to lose some of its luster. Bayern Munich, for example, is undeniably the most dominant team in German football, yet from a public perspective, derbies against local adversaries like 1860 Munich, the Bavaria Derby, or the North-South Derby fail to capture significant attention. This has led Bayern to tirelessly cultivate a national derby to attract eyeballs. Whether it''s against Borussia M?nchendbach, Hamburger SV, or the contemporary challengers like Borussia Dortmund, the tradition of derby matches is deeply rooted and cannot simply be created by picking the strongest opponent to generate a spectacle. While matches between powerhouses are thrilling, the essence of derby culture cannot just materialize out of thin air.


    Aldrich can''t quite exin why Millwall and West Ham United are still embroiled in a bitter rivalry. After more than a century, this rtionship defies reason; it''s not like a detective story where clues can unravel theplexity, nor can it be solved by simply sitting down and calmly discussing "revenge wille to an end someday."


    The rivalry behind a derby is always influenced by changing times, mixed with factors such as history, culture, politics, and economics. For example, understanding Spanish history makes it easier to grasp the war between Real Madrid and Barcelona; it is not just a football match but a struggle between the Catn nation and the Spanish ruling ss, amplified by decades of political maniption. Even though Real Madrid was founded by Catns and carries the blood of Catalonia, the hatred towards Barcelona persists. The political undertones may have subsided since the 1970s, but the intense emotions of rivalry endure.


    Millwall is located in London, and Aldrich considers this very fortunate. Aside from London being an international metropolis beneficial for the club''s long-term development and rapid rise, it holds no shortage of derby rivals. Today, the East London Derby might match Millwall''s current standing with its prominence and status, but in the future, Millwall couldpete against revitalized teams like Arsenal or rising ones like Chelsea. In such a derby context, the appeal of fiercepetitions will surely be amplified.


    Millwall''s bus safely arrives at Upton Park, the home ground of West Ham United.


    The yers'' expressions are somewhat tense, especially after witnessing the "weing gestures" of the Hammers fans on the way.


    Aldrich says nothing to the yers, allowing them to soak in the atmosphere. Although the East London Derby doesn''t feature top-tier teams, the electrifying atmosphere is among the most exhrating in Ennd. ying in such an environment is also a stroke of luck for the yers; if a yer''s career is spent in quiet stadiums, they will surely feel regret upon retirement.


    Football is inherently a passionate and explosive sport.


    As the yers change into their kits for warm-ups, they are unsettled by two things.


    Upton Park is packed to capacity, with Millwall fans seated in the South Stand, separated from the Hammers fans. Security police line the aisles on both east and west sides, watchfully averting any contact between the rival fans.


    On the stands, the Hammers fans have stopped blowing bubbles or singing their team songs; the fans on both sides are synchronously pointing toward the South Stand, hurling shouts at Millwall fans.


    "Your support is rubbish!"


    "Millwall is going down today!"


    ...


    Typically, away games would see the Lions'' fans gather arger crowd, but today, due to ticket scarcity, Brady hase with only a few hundred members to Upton Park. Among them are Millwall fans, but they are not part of an organized group, and certainly, some extreme factions are present.


    In this charged atmosphere, everyone feels the tension and is unable to remain calm. The Hammers fans shout insults, and Millwall supporters retaliate, even throwing objects at each other. If not for the immediate intervention of the police, who removed and expelled several fans from both sides, the situation could have escted further.


    The yers warming up on the field are not having it easy either. Fans in the nearest stands hurl obscenities at them, flipping them off, and making derogatory remarks about their families, some even tinged with racial slurs.


    Millwall''s yers try hard to maintain theirposure. This might be the most nervous moment of their lives, and they are infuriated by the state of the pitch under their feet.


    Is this a football field?


    This is a vegetable patch!


    Not only is it uneven, but there are also many bare patches. When the ball rolls to a teammate during warm-ups, it bounces and wobbles several times on the rough ground, causing unpredictable deflections.


    This is undoubtedly a n devised by the Hammers. Redknapp has studied Millwall''s gamey, which focuses on a ground-based passing game that emphasizes speed, technique, and teamwork.


    Contrastingly, West Ham continues with its brute-force tactics, not fearing a poor pitch; the ball flies through the air rather than rolling on the ground. A rough surface would limit Millwall''s speed, which is crucial to their game n.


    Imagine how cautious fast yers must be on such a terrible pitch. One misstep onto a pothole could easily result in an ankle sprain.


    Although Redknapp may not show age��his hair stillrgely ungrayed��that does not diminish his calcting nature. This pitch alone can minimize Millwall''s technical advantages and increase the Hammers'' chances of winning.


    Aldrich has been aware of all this since he started preparing for the match two weeks ago.


    West Ham has not maintained the grass since theirst game, and Aldrich''s scouts report back daily. He was already aware of Redknapp''s ns earlier in the week.


    Because Schneider was injured in the match against Wimbledon, Aldrich has encountered some difficulties in his lineup for this game.


    After the yers return to the locker room, Aldrich gently pushes the tactical board, toppling it to the ground.


    nk!!


    The noise caused the yers to jump, making them somewhat tense and acutely aware of any sounds. They looked at Aldrich, thinking that the head coach was also being careless.


    "Today, you don''t need this! You may not grasp how intense the hatred is between Millwall and West Ham United. Yes, it''s pure hatred��a fierce enmity, a brutal rivalry with no chance for peace. It''s that deep-rooted animosity that tells you, even if you crush me today, I will make you regret it! Picture me dancing on your grave, still unsatisfied, asionally pulling your corpse out tosh it in ruthless celebration. This is the East London derby! If you let the Hammers'' mighty presence scare you into submission, I will be utterly disappointed. You''ll be doomed to mediocrity. You''ll feel that overwhelming pressure; when those hostile fanse at you, you might wonder: ''Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?'' Let me remind you, the football pitch is not a stage for fine art. Wee to the explosive and savage East London derby!"


    Aldrich spreads his arms, expressionless, and the yers collectively raise their heads to look at him. For a moment, Aldrich seems more like a battle-hardened general, while they are the soldiers about to march into battle.


    "Today, I can''t say that winning or losing is secondary because it''s more important than ever! But above winning and losing, there is something even more significant. We need to show our fighting spirit, our passion, and our ruthlessness! Fight like men until the end, and if we win, the fans will regard you as heroes as if you have ruled thend, defended the homnd, and carved out new territories. You''ll be greater in their eyes than Napoleon! I have always been proud of you. You make me proud. But today, if anyone shows cowardice or shrinks back during the game, I can only honestly say: I won''t have any reason to respect you anymore. And now, before we head out, take a moment to look down at the emblem on the left chest of your jersey for a minute. Thank you."


    With that, Aldrich leaves the locker room, heading to the field.


    Many yers bow their heads, gazing at the emblem on their shirts.


    Take Trezeguet, for instance; he understands the significance of Millwall better than anyone. This may not be hisst stop, but here, he has found a tform to soar. Preaching about honor might seem insincere, but the practical benefits have been offered by Millwall.


    Among these yers, Southgate has the deepest understanding of Ennd''s derby culture. Although he made the switch from Crystal Pce, it was here that he truly evolved, and the doors of the Ennd national team opened for him. All of this owes itself to the path he forged aftering to Millwall.


    As captain, he speaks deeply, "Guys, let''s give it our all today."


    After he speaks, other yers rise too. Southgate solemnly calls out, "Millwall!"


    "Charge! Charge! Charge!"


    The teammates respond in unison.


    "Millwall!" Southgate raises his voice.


    "Charge! Charge! Charge!" The yers'' eyes are sharp as they roar.


    "Millwall!" Southgate shouts.


    "Charge! Charge! Charge!"


    The entire team bellows together.


    With a determined pull on the locker room door, Southgate leads the charge out, and the Lions of Millwall stride forth like beasts released from their cages.

 Chapter 104: The Trash Team

    <h4>Chapter 104: The Trash Team</h4>


    West Ham United vs. Millwall��this is a derby that draws the attention of East Londoners of all ages. Bars on both sides of the Thames in East London are packed, with fans holding beers and staring intently at the overhead TVs, anxiously awaiting the start of the match.


    On the bustling streets, taxi drivers tune their radios to listen to livementary, while even white-cor workers stuck in the office over the weekend don headphones to catch the game.


    In some remote dumps, small stadiums, or back alleys, hundreds of hardcore fans from both teams are already engaged in fierce brawls.


    Relying on nothing but their fists, they embody the tradition of football hooligans��no weapons, just bare-knuckle fights. Carrying knives would mean they intend to kill. Only the cowardly would bring a fruit knife or pocket knife for self-defense, but in the heat of the moment, who''s to say they wouldn''t pull it out and stab some unknown rival? When lives are lost, both sets of fans momentarily stop the violence, for these hooligans aren''t out to kill��they''re simply venting frustrations. If they all brought knives, the fatality rate would exceed that of an AK-47 shooting spree.


    Upton Park is deafening; it''s impossible to hear what the stands are shouting. The scattered words that can be made out are nothing but foulnguage. Football isn''t a gentleman''s game; don''t expect them to dress sharply and behave like they''re attending a ballet.


    As the yers enter the field, Aldrich stands by the sideline, chest out, gaze unwavering,pletely unfazed by the electrifying atmosphere.


    In stark contrast, the coaching staff and substitutes behind him seem jittery, barely settled when a metal lighteres crashing down on Babou''s head. He''s immediately whisked away by the team''s medical staff for a check-up. The police quickly identify the hooligan responsible in the stands and take him away, warning the crowd that if such behavior continues, they would clear the five rows closest to the away bench. This fear tactic finally manages to settle down the Iron Hammers fans for the moment.


    Thementators from Sky Sports are also taken aback by the atmosphere.


    "It''s been a long while since we''ve witnessed an East London derby. Millwall has spent thest few years in lower leagues with very few encounters in cuppetitions, so it seemed like this derby was fading from our memories. But it''s clear the fans haven''t forgotten. The tension today is even more palpable than before!"


    "Martin, without a doubt, if you ask the West Ham yers who they want to beat most, they won''t name Manchester United, Arsenal, or Liverpool��they will only say Millwall. The same sentiment exists for Millwall. This season, as neers, they''re riding high, contending with Manchester United, Liverpool, and Newcastle for top spots, while West Hamnguishes in mid-table. That chafes at West Ham, who for years have dominated Millwall. It''s no wonder the atmosphere is so charged when the Lionse to battle with the Hammer''s crew today."


    "Andy, since July, West Ham has been referring to Millwall using words like ''thief,'' ''robber,'' and ''shameless''��especially their manager Redknapp. This is a result of Millwall taking away West Ham''s shining starst summer. Even the family bond between Redknapp and Lampard seems to have frayed. For months, Aldrich-Hall has remained silent, but in yesterday''s press conference, he finally addressed it. When asked about the situation, he said: ''Top yers choose ambitious clubs. Many can secure contracts at West Ham, but they won''t attain anything significant there. Millwall is a different story. Everyone here, top to bottom, works hard and is grounded. We have targets, we are ambitious, and we push towards greater goals every single day. I am confident that Millwall is on a glorious path. As for West Ham? Ha! They are merely drifting along, just like the attitude of their fans. The Lions'' fans will always support the team, unwavering and devoted. If others don''t like us, we don''t care; we love Millwall. And what about West Ham? Their fans will cheer when the team defeats Manchester United but will berate them when they lose to weaker rivals.


    For them, West Ham is just a thrill-seeking venture; when the team excels, they go wild, but when it falters, they turn on them.''"


    Martin Taylor echoes


    Aldrich''s words from the pre-match press conference without altering a single word.


    His observation captures the essence of the fan cultures shaped by the changing times of these two East London clubs.


    This encapstes the characteristics of the fans shaped by the evolution of these two East London teams over time��West Ham United supporters are optimistic and enthusiastic, often lost in dreams, with no excessively high expectations for their team; their affection for West Hamrgely stems from this sense of excitement, as you can never predict how the team will perform in the next game, whether it''s defeating formidable opponents like Liverpool or Arsenal or losing to less powerful teams like Bolton or Sheffield Wednesday.


    In contrast, Millwall fans exude resilience and tenacity, indifferent to the judgment of outsiders. Regardless of the team''s performance, they staunchly support their club. They hold no lofty expectations, instead treating Millwall as their beloved child��encouraging good performances while gently scolding the bad.


    The fan attitudes of both teams are inseparable from their history. They are the forgotten children of London. The ravages of World War II left East London in ruins while West London and North London slowly prospered. The West Ham fans blow bubbles,forting themselves with dreams of a better future, while Millwall stands resolute, unshakeable in the face of societal disdain.


    Aldrich doesn''t nce towards Redknapp, who stands in club colors not far away. Instead, Aldrich dons a casual coat against the crisp weather. Both know this is a match they cannot afford to lose.


    The league table?


    Who the hell cares!


    This match''s oue is about the dignity of the fans.


    "Millwall''s starting lineup today is quite surprising; it seems they''ve rolled out a new formation. Let''s see��the starting goalkeeper: Keller. Defenders: Thuram, Stam, Southgate, Neill. Midfielders: Makelele, Vieira, Nedved, Back. Forwards: Trezeguet, Larsson. It looks like they might be employing a diamond shape in midfield, perhaps a 4-4-2 or a 4-3-1-2. We''ll have a clearer view of Aldrich ''s tactical intent once the match starts."


    "West Ham''s setup is the traditional 4-4-2. Goalkeeper: Milhocks. Defenders: Brik, Bilic, Riper, Dicks. Midfielders: Rndo, Williams, Bisharp, Hughes. Forwards: Dumitrescu, Doi. Compared to Millwall''s surprising lineup, West Ham''s strategy is pretty straightforward. It''s unclear whether Redknapp will throw in any tactical surprises at home."


    Aldrich observes West Ham''s starting yers, noticing one thing they have inmon with Millwall: reliance on foreign yers.


    During the inaugural season of the Premier League in 1992, there were merely 12 foreign yers in the starting lineups of all 22 teams, including yers from Irnd and Wales, who, in the eyes of the English, were not considered part of English football; from the beginning, West Ham United already had a number of foreign yers in their ranks, and as the Premier League progressed, English clubs started to recover from the financial constraints following their ban from Europeanpetitions and the expenses rted to building or renovating stadiums, resulting in all teams intensifying their recruitment of foreign yers.


    Just by looking at the names of the current yers on West Ham United, it is clear that there are quite a few foreign yers involved, including Milokas, a countryman of Nedved, Rieper from Denmark, and Dumitrescu from Romania. One defender caught Aldrich''s attention��a Croatian named ven Bilic, who is now only 27 years old, seemingly floundering without ambition at this age in West Ham United, indicating that he is unlikely to create any significant achievements in his career. However, this Bilic is no ordinary character, as heter delved into rock music and took up coaching, and nearly twelve yearster, he led Croatia to knock Ennd out of the Euro Championship qualifying round.


    "Garbage team."


    Even Aldrich isn''t immune to the influence of his surroundings. Growing up with these sentiments and now immersed in this atmosphere, he naturally harbors animosity toward West Ham.


    He can''t help but grumble, a small act of defiance against the raucous stadium, even if it''s dipped in a strong dose of self-deprecation.


    West Ham has also been nicknamed the "World Team" due to their numerous foreign yers, but fans who disdain the Iron Hammers affectionately refer to them as the "World Garbage Team."


    Millwall, in turn, is also derided by traditional English fans as a "world team." But no one dares to say Millwall''s yers are garbage; that highlights the disparity in the quality of foreign talent.


    Garbage stadium, garbage yers, garbage methods...


    Aldrich silently curses West Ham, wishing their yers suffer on this poor ground, hoping they all sprain their ankles and have to leave the pitch!


    His tactical setup today is quite simple: brawn in the midfield, no frills in attack��no dribbling or breakthroughs. This terrible pitch can''t hold a proper game. yers instinctively protect themselves, watching their feet while avoiding potholes before dashing. How can you y football like that?


    Makelele is tasked solely with defending, while Vieira and Nedved control the midfield. Back bnces the line between attack and defense in the middle ground. When it''s time to push forward, the midfield is like tanks rolling in, using raw power to crush the opposition!


    Let''s see if the flesh and blood of the raging lion can withstand the hammer''s blows!

 Chapter 105: A slap echoed throughout the entire stadium!

    <h4>Chapter 105: A p echoed throughout the entire stadium!</h4>


    From the very first second the match began, the pace was incredibly slow. Millwall, known for their swift ground passing and cuttingbinations, lost that trademark speed. The yers resembled diators, every inch of the pitch fiercely contested, relying solely on physical confrontations to determine the oue.


    On the stands, the war between the fans continued, while the match remained locked in a stalemate. Aldrich, however, was unfazed. Even in a physical battle, Millwall had no reason to fear West Ham United.


    In the seventh minute, Vieira attempted to push forward with the ball when the young Williams from the opposing team charged in and took him down, clearly kicking Vieira''s foot. Referee Walton immediately halted the match.


    Williams provocatively waved his hand at Vieira, signaling him to stop pretending to be hurt and get up quickly.


    The Hammers fans in the stands roared, mocking Vieira for being "so fragile."


    Walton approached Williams and showed him a yellow card. No matter how Walton exined it, the referee firmly warned him.


    The FA was keenly aware of the significance of this East London derby and hoped for a "safe" conclusion. Therefore, the referee had to control the foul y whenever danger signs arose to prevent the situation from escting.


    This yellow card establishes a measure for the intensity of fouls.


    Aldrich stood quietly on the sidelines instead of approaching the fourth official toin. In many cases, raisingints to the referee is unproductive; the coach only has authority when the team has a notable status in Ennd.


    The game resumed, and Millwall''s yers struggled to adapt. In training, they were ustomed to off-the-ball runs, quick interchanges, and one-touch passing. However, today they needed to break down those seamless movements into several distinct actions.


    They had to adopt a stand-still position, secure possession under physical pressure, and only then make their passes. The runs became less dynamic, making it hard to break free; the opposing yers would closely mark them.


    After about twenty minutes of adapting, Millwall''s ball control noticeably improved.


    As for West Ham''s attacks, with the slow rhythm, even the most straightforward passes were easily intercepted by Millwall.


    Dumitrescu received the ball on the wing. Just as it settled at his feet, Thuram muscled in and dispossessed him effortlessly.


    Regarding muscr strength, few teams in the Premier League can rival Millwall; however, Millwall simply does not embrace a physical and hard-hitting style of y.


    Redknapp''s expression was grave. He felt he had miscalcted, underestimating Millwall as a technically refined team that relied on fluidity. Now, he intended to intimidate them with a rough, English-style brute-force strategy.


    Yet nearly thirty minutes into the match, West Ham had not managed a single shot on goal, unable to prate Millwall''s formidable defensive barrier in front of the box.


    Redknapp had no ingenious tactics left; he could only hope that his team could create some surprises from set-piece attacks.


    Focus matches didn''t necessarily mean excitement. The two topmentators from Sky Sports found themselves frustrated, reporting dryly on who intercepted whom and whose attempts went astray. The slow-paced game offered little enthusiasm formentary.


    Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the stands remained electric. Fans shouted back and forth, jeering each other, as Millwall yers who received the ball faced a barrage of deafening boos.


    Aldrich furrowed his brow. He noticed Back was working hard today, but his efforts were misdirected.


    Seizing the opportunity during a dead ball, Aldrich called out to Back, "Michael, Michael, over here!"


    He was preparing to give Back some crucial instructions.


    Just then, an unexpected turn of events unfolded.


    In the stands behind West Ham''s goal, a young fan wearing a Hammers jersey leaped over, taking advantage of a moment when the security guard was distracted and dashed onto the pitch.


    Upton Park erupted; the Hammers fans roared withughter, cheering on their "brave" supporter.


    Out of nowhere, a young male fan in his twenties burst onto the pitch,unching the security guards into a wildly uncoordinated sprint after him. These guards, bless their hearts, didn''t look like they had seen a gym in years; one hefty fellow stumbled and fell with all the grace of a toppled tree, transforming the serious situation into augh-fest that had everyone in stitches!


    This fan appeared to have a purpose as he sprinted across the pitch, flipping off Millwall yers as he shouted out "f��ck you!"


    Larsson and Trezeguet were the first targets of his ridicule. Trezeguet attempted to rush at him, but Larsson held him back.


    The fan reveled in his sprint toward Millwall''s half, flipping off Nedved, Vieira, and Mak��l��l�� in turn.


    Behind him, a string of security guards pursued him, but they were unable to catch him. He darted around like a slippery fish, evading capture, until finally, he had his sights set directly on Aldrich at the opposing coach''s bench.


    Neen-year-old Back was stunned; he had never witnessed anything like this. The Hammers fans cheered in unison, hailing this intruder as their hero.


    Let''s thoroughly disgrace Millwall! Let''s tear apart their morale!


    Aldrich hadn''t managed to speak with Back before this unexpected interruption.


    Seeing the fan charge towards him, Aldrich expected nothing less than a raised middle finger aimed at him.


    With an emotionless face, Aldrich observed the fan''s ferocity and fervor.


    Five meters, three meters, one meter!


    Suddenly, the fan skidded to a halt, realizing he had reached his destination. He raised both hands, ready to deliver an insult, his mouth beginning to form derogatory words when Aldrich made a shocking move.


    p!


    An uproar burst from Upton Park, followed by a stunned silence.


    The previously boisterous fans froze in disbelief, rooted in ce.


    What just happened?


    Aldrich had anticipated the charge, raising his right hand and delivering a crisp p that sent the fan sprawling to the ground!


    Then, the world fell silent!


    "Wow! What just happened? That was the most explosive moment I have ever seen! Andy, did you see that? Did you see that? That fan who rushed onto the pitch ran at Aldrich, only to get pped in the face and drop like a sack of potatoes!"


    "What happens now? The head coach just hit one of the opposing team''s fans, and it''s away from home! What will the referee do? I believe Aldrich had the right to defend himself, but he initiated physical contact with the fan. This creates a dilemma for the referee!"


    After pping the fan to the ground, Aldrich maintained a calm demeanor while out-of-breath police and security guards rushed in to subdue the dazed fan, ncing at Aldrich with odd expressions as they escorted him off the field.


    "Michael, Michael!" Aldrich called out to Back as if nothing had happened, but Back was still in shock.


    After Aldrich called his name twice, Back finally came to his senses, saying, "Boss, I''m listening."


    Aldrich spoke firmly, "Their forwards are being tightly marked in the box, and because of the pitch conditions, it''s difficult for them to break free and make quick, small-area bursts. Your previous zone covered from the box line to the box line. Now, extend that area a little further up, from midfield to their goal. Understood? Be proactive and create threats on their goal."


    Back nodded in understanding. Aldrich patted him on the shoulder and sent him back onto the pitch.


    At that moment, Upton Park slowly came back to life.


    Millwall fans were bouncing with pride from Aldrich''s previous actions; it had made them swell with pride.


    Fuck!


    You''re going to mess with us, huh?


    Charging into the pitch to mock our mighty lions��this is just self-humiliation!


    Signs of chaos began to appear in the stands, as fans from the Hammers grew restless and many felt the impulse to flood the pitch themselves.


    Damn it!


    How dare you hit one of our Hammers fans!


    Kid, you won''t leave here alive today!


    Suddenly, police surrounded the stadium, warning and resisting while even bolstering their numbers to contain the Hammers fans.


    Seeing the match nearly slipping out of control, referee Walton and his officiating crew huddled, then hastily approached Aldrich, pulling a red card from his pocket and showing it to him.


    Aldrich threw up his hands in protest, questioning, "What did I do wrong? Why am I getting a red card?!"


    Referee Walton stepped closer and quietly said, "Mr. Aldrich, this is for your own good. Look around! If you stay within the fans'' sight, there''s no guarantee that another fan won''t charge onto the pitch in the next hour. Regardless, you hit that fan, and that has stirred anger among the home fans."


    "But I was defending myself! Who knew that guy wouldn''te up to me with a knife?!"


    "Those are things you can exin to the FA after the match. For now, to ensure the game can proceed, please leave the field and allow the fans to calm down. Please cooperate. Thank you."


    Aldrich''s face was filled with anger, but the referee had already issued a red card to him, forcing him to ept the decision; the referee was not showing favoritism towards West Ham United and was acting in consideration of Aldrich''s safety.


    Before leaving, Aldrich made a fist gesture to all his yers, then strode purposefully toward the yers'' tunnel. The staff quickly approached him with two umbres, one on each side, to shield him.


    As he walked towards the tunnel, it indeed started to "rain."


    Coins, lighters, watches, shoes...


    Millwall yers saw their coach being sent off while also stung by the fan''s previous gestures, all filled with a burning rage.


    East London derby, damn it!


    We can''t afford to lose!


    This was no longer just about the fans'' pride; the yers realized it concerned their own dignity!

 Chapter 106: Broken Spirits of West Ham Fans

    <h4>Chapter 106: Broken Spirits of West Ham Fans</h4>


    After Aldrich walked into the yers'' tunnel, the emergency officials appointed by the FA immediately followed him closely. If it had been the second half, that would have been understandable, but Aldrich was sent off in the first half. From that moment on, he could only be a spectator, as he wasn''t allowed back into the dressing room during halftime.


    Aldrich calmly walked to a guest room under the guidance of the West Ham staff, where he continued to watch the game via television.


    Two FA officials stood by the door like bodyguards, both in their thirties, observing Aldrich with curious eyes.


    The first half soon ended, and neither Millwall nor West Ham managed to create good chances, finishing the first half with a draw.


    Aldrich leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed and turned to the FA officials with a smile, "Could you get me a cup of coffee? No sugar."


    One of them stepped out to fetch coffee from the club staff, while the other kept a close watch on Aldrich, looking more anxious, afraid he might slip away to the Millwall dressing room.


    He was thinking too much.


    Aldrich nned to stay put until the game was over, feeling utterly bored. He took out his phone, and just then, a call came in. He pressed the answer button.


    "Aldrich, you''re going to be in the headlines again!"


    "I don''t want to be; I was just shocked."


    "Ha, you''re lying! You can''t give instructions now��what if the team loses?"


    "Lose? I don''t see West Ham having the talent to win; Millwall isn''t going to lose."


    "Wanna bet?"


    "Bet on what?"


    "Dinner tomorrow night. I found a great Chinese restaurant and thought we could go together. If Millwall can''t win, you treat me; if they win, I''ll treat you."


    Aldrich rolled his eyes, "That sounds unfair."


    "Come on, show some of that gentlemanly charm!"


    "Fine, it''s a deal. See you tomorrow night."


    After hanging up the phone, Aldrich casually turned to see the other FA official sitting beside him, wearing a somewhat fawning smile.


    "Sir, do you have a moment?"


    "Well, I read in the paper that you''re dating that Spice Girl, Chisholm?"


    Aldrich shrugged, "Yeah."


    "Could I get an autograph? My daughter is a big fan of hers."


    After staring at the man for three seconds, Aldrich sumbed to his fatherly love. He pulled out a small notebook and pen from his suit pocket and handed them over. "Write down your address, and when they release their first album, I''ll have them sign it and send it to you."


    "Thank you, thank you! Mr. Hall, you''re really impressive for your age. I actually admire you as well; you''re handsome, and your team''s style of y is truly enjoyable..."


    Aldrich forced a smile and responded lightly before his coffee arrived. He held it while sipping, waiting for the second half to begin.


    When the second half kicked off, Aldrich was now quite familiar with the two FA officials. They sat side by side like fans watching the game on TV. Aldrich felt something was missing, so he stood up, opened the door, and waved to a passing club staff member, offering money plus a tip to grab some snacks��anything from fries to fried chicken.


    In just a few minutes, Aldrich was back in the guest room, enjoying snacks with the FA officials while watching the game.


    Meanwhile, Upton Park was filled with a tense atmosphere.


    The Hammer supporters were shouting to crush Millwall.


    They were basking in confidence as if they had made a shrewd deal.


    They sacrificed one fan, and the opposing coach received a red card!


    "Can this ''strategy'' be duplicated in every game from now on?"


    Redknapp''s small eyes widened a bit as he now sat on the coaching bench. Regardless, the absence of Millwall''s coach on the sidelines was a significant blow!


    But he misjudged the situation.


    "If Aldrich was sent off due to his own actions, the yers on the field would likely consider their coach immature and unreliable. However, just a second ago, they had been humiliated, and the next moment their coach knocked the troublemaker to the ground, which made them feelpletely vindicated; their frustration was quickly avenged! When the boss was sent off, it felt like an unjust treatment. Now it was their turn to fight for their boss, for themselves, and for the fans!"


    West Ham''s attacks weren''t breaking through, and Redknapp urged the midfield to push up with the most brutal long-ball tactics. They naturally adapted better to the field than Millwall did.


    However, this approach didn''t fare well against Millwall''syered defense.


    The ball came flying in and then flew right back out again.


    Millwall''s yers had adapted to the field after the first half and were performing better, showing smooth coordination in small spaces.


    Yet, they werecking a bit of luck with their final shots. Larson and Trezeguet struggled to get the ball turned at the front line, and their efforts were inadequate.


    Neil made a sliding tackle from the left, intercepting the ball from Rndo. Fans along the sidelines yelled for a foul, but Neil quickly got up and passed the ball, mumbling a curse under his breath.


    Nedved received the ball and passed it to Vieira, who was moving up right central; Back, Nedved, and Vieira pushed forward together. With the ball being rapidly transferred among them, West Ham''s defense was forced to tighten its grip.


    Back received the ball at the edge of the penalty area. With two forwards tightly marked, he didn''t hesitate and unleashed a long-range shot right at the goal line.


    The ball, like a cannonball, was slightly too direct, and West Ham''s thirty-four-year-old goalkeeper, Milosevic, jumped but failed to touch it due to the ball''s speed.


    The faces of West Ham fans froze, but they heard the sweetest sound.


    Bang!


    The shot hit the crossbar, creating a loud sound.


    Back, clutching his head in disbelief, saw the ball bounce back; someone leaped high near the penalty spot to head it back toward the goal!


    Inside the penalty area, West Ham''s yers were stunned. Back''s shot had momentarily stopped them, but Millwall''s two forwards weren''t just going to watch; they had been trained to seize second chances.


    It was Larson, with his keen sense, who headed the ball toward the left side of the goal��a direction Milosevic had no hope of saving.


    As the ball went in, Larsonnded and immediately turned to look at the linesman, noticing the g still down. A frenzied smile broke across his face as he ran to the Millwall fans in the stands.


    "It''s Larson again! Back''s long-range shot almost found the but hit the crossbar; however, Millwall still had Larson, who keenly followed up with a header to score the team''s first goal. This super striker has been in fantastic form this season, and with the first half of the league still underway, he''s a strong contender for the Premier League Golden Boot. Will he outperform Shearer in the scoring charts?"


    After scoring, Larson ran to the Millwall fans, with teammates rushing to him, roaring in celebration.


    After the celebration ended, Larson went to the corner camera and pointed at the lens, saying, "Hey, boss, are you watching the game? This goal is for you!"


    In the guest room, Aldrich and the two FA officials jumped up. Aldrich even ran around the long table, imitating a glide celebration for threeps.


    "Mr. Hall, he''s fantastic! Too bad he''s not English."


    "I don''t give a damn whether he''s English or not; he''s a Millwall man, and that''s enough."


    After the celebration subsided, Aldrich sat down, loosened his tie, and continued indulging himself in snacks.


    Redknapp sat with a grim face, driven to a corner. The noisy atmosphere at Upton Park was now piling on him with immense pressure.


    This was the East London Derby!


    Was this a game they could afford to lose?


    Redknapp immediately made a substitution, desperately sending on another forward.


    Watching the live broadcast on TV, Aldrich saw this substitution and rested his feet on the table, nearly lying down while watching, chewing on chicken nuggets, and muttering, "Old Red''s out of options now; he''s making a desperate move."


    "West Ham has added a forward; isn''t it Millwall that should be worried?"


    Aldrich waved his hand, "Them strengthening their attack means their defense weakens. Many teams, when trailing against strong teams, switch to offense and end up losing even more. The reasoning is the same; Millwall is clearly stronger than a rubbish team like West Ham. I wee old Red to get even more extreme with a 4-2-4 or even a 2-3-5. History has shown that piling up forwards is an outdated tactic."


    As Aldrich continued to chat, the live broadcast showed West Ham pressing hard, only for Millwall to counterattack from their half. Vieiraunched a long pass, and Trezeguet, running for the ball from the left side of the penalty area, took a shot that squeezed into the bottom corner��Milosevic was powerless to respond!


    Aldrich raised his hands in jubtion, eximing, "Old Red, you''ll be in the headlines tomorrow too; this substitution was a huge mistake!"


    Millwall''s first East London Derby since ascending to the Premier League concluded with a score of 2-0, as West Ham suffered a crushing defeat at Upton Park.


    As the match ended, the roar of boos filled the stadium.


    As twilight descended, the West Ham fans, still seething after losing the derby, found themselves in chaos. Despite the Metropolitan police deploying a significant force to maintain order, they couldn''t prevent riots from urring.


    Large-scale shes erupted between the two fan bases outside the southwest corner of Upton Park.


    All the shops on Green Street and Barking Road were smashed that night, and the chaos continued into the night...

 Chapter 107: I’m going to kill you!

    <h4>Chapter 107: I''m going to kill you!</h4>


    Green Street and Barking Road were left in shambles, with nearby hospitals caring for the injured throughout the night. The East London derby had reignited hostility after many years, creating a significant impact, albeit mostly negative. Redknapp, in his post-match interview, weakly condemned Millwall''s "thuggish behavior," ming their fans for the chaos surrounding Upton Park.


    Of course, that was the pot calling the kettle ck. Neither side wasposed of gentlemen, and it was pointless topare who was worse.


    Aldrich had returned to Millwall, facing an FA hearing due to his actions in the match where he pped an opposing fan. The situation was clear-cut; Aldrich was sent off with a red card, and he had chosen to appeal the decision.


    Before the appeal, Aldrich sat down for an interview with the BBC, aiming to shape public opinion in his favor.


    Calm andposed, Aldrich spoke from his office under the interview lights.


    "The whole process was captured clearly on camera. The opposing fans invaded the pitch, breaching stadium regtions first. Then, they insulted my yers. It was apparent that the individual who approached me had malicious intent. When he charged at me, I couldn''t predict what he would do. Many might think he would only hurl a few insults or show me a middle finger, but I didn''t see it that way. He could have harmed me. He was right in front of me, about to raise his hand, and I perceived that as an attack, so I acted first to stop him."


    "Stop him? You really think pping him counts as stopping him?" the female BBC reporter questioned, astonished.


    There were many ways to intervene, but it was hard to justify a p to someone''s face.


    Aldrich responded firmly, "Yes. I believe that if this had happened in a different context, it would have been self-defense, just like when a robberes at you on the street. Shouldn''t you be allowed to kick them down before they stab you?"


    The reporter understood Aldrich was trying to twist the logic to defend himself, but she didn''t call him out on it. Instead, she probed further, "I hear Millwall is appealing your red card and has submitted aint to the FA about West Ham''s inadequate pitch management. Is that correct?"


    Aldrich grew serious. "Yes. The referee Walton showed me the red card, exining that it wasn''t due to the sporting aspect but the pressure from the stadium, specifically from the home fans. A lot of fans wanted to invade the pitch. I don''t me Walton; he''s a good man. However, West Ham''s fans are a cancer in the Premier League. If they continue to use such tactics to pressure the visiting teams, what are referees supposed to do? This severely undermines the principle of fairpetition, and that stems from West Ham''s management failures."


    "Three and a half months from now, West Ham will visit the Den. As the head coach and owner, can you guarantee Millwall fans won''t replicate West Ham''s behavior?" The reporter''s question hit home.


    The atmosphere surrounding the East London derby was intense; it was not merely a one-sided provocation; both sets of fans struggled to control their emotions.


    Aldrich smiled slightly and said, "My team will defeat the enemy on the field. If we''re ying football, then we''ll do it with football. Of course, if there are any irrational fans among us who disrupt the match, Millwall won''t shield them or the fan clubs. We''ll cklist that individual, banning them from the Den for at least three years. Nobody wants to see disruptions caused by fans, but if that happens at the Den, I''d rather have the stands empty than tolerate such behavior."


    The reporter was taken aback, surprised by Aldrich''s firm stance on management. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Let''s talk about Millwall''s uing schedule. In two weeks, you have another derby against Chelsea, and just before Christmas, you face the league leaders Newcastle United."


    <strong>Aldrich said with a light chuckle, "Chelsea? I''m quite let down by Fleet Street. Yes, they added a world-ss yer named Gullit, the European Footballer of the Year, but he hasn''t caused a significant change at Chelsea. Last season they finished 11th, and now they''re sitting in 13th ce. Yet the London media continues to praise Gullit every week, like country folks gaping at city slickers, which I find quite nauseating. Gullit was one of the top yers in the world once, but that doesn''t mean he''s still the best at 33. When Chelsea visits Millwall, I expect we''ll beat them with ease, just like any other team. Of course, I think Fleet Street will still manage to say a few nice things about Gullit afterward, considering it''s been too long since Ennd has seen a yer of his caliber. But they''ve got it wrong; Gullit was the Footballer of the Year five years ago, and now he''s nearing retirement."</strong>


    The reporter couldn''t hide her excitement. Many media outlets wanted to interview Aldrich, but aside from official press conferences, he rarely epted one-on-one interviews. This BBC feature was a big deal, and she wanted to make it engaging. Aldrich was generous with his criticisms of West Ham and disdain for Chelsea, even taking aim at Fleet Street, subtly using the British media of pandering to such a decorated star.


    She was ready to stoke the mes, yfully asking, "Last season, Millwall faced Newcastle twice in cup matches and lost both. You and Kevin Keegan seem to have had some disagreements."


    Aldrich and the reporter shared a mutual understanding; her lead-in gave him exactly what she wanted.


    "Kevin Keegan belittled Millwall. Last season, he even predicted we would be relegated this season. As you can see, Millwall''s form is good. If the top three were to get relegated, we might genuinely find ourselves back in League Onee season''s end."


    "Ha ha, Mr. Aldrich, you''re quite humorous! However, you expressed your hopes for Newcastle to win the league titlest season. It appears your sentiments were effective; Newcastle is atop the league and has created significant distance from the trailing teams, with even Liverpool seemingly out of the title race this season."


    When discussing Newcastle, the topic naturally turned to championship ambitions.


    Aldrich''s mischievous grin added to the jest. "There are still more than twenty matches left; we haven''t even hit the halfway mark! To say Liverpool is out of the title race is too hasty. Just think��if Newcastle loses three or four matches, the pursuing teams will catch up quickly. Regardless, I look forward to Keegan bringing Newcastle to the Den for an earnest match on the Premier League stage. Of course, this match has nothing to do with the title; it''s just a regr league game."


    ...


    Aldrich''s interview aired the next day and garnered widespread attention. As Millwall''s two biggest rivals, West Ham and Chelsea were understandably displeased. Kevin Keegan retaliated in an interview, describing Aldrich''sments as overly arrogant, asserting that Millwall was unworthy ofparison to Newcastle.


    Aldrich enjoyed a dinner date with Mnie, then strolled along the Thames, both feeling rxed despite their busy work schedules.


    The FA revoked Aldrich''s red card but dismissed Millwall''sints against West Ham.


    This was a silent quid pro quo; both parties took a step back to avoid further trouble.


    The East London derby had always been troublesome for the FA, as it exceeded the realm of sports, directly affecting security in London. The FA was reluctant to let governmental authorities interfere in their operations. The East London derby was not a unique urrence; Manchester City derbies also frequently resulted in public order issues.


    Millwall remained unbeaten in the league, but their performances fluctuated. One week they would achieve a stunning victory over a strong team, and the next, they might settle for a mundane draw.


    Aside from Aldrich''s decision to field the strongest squad in cup matches regardless of the opponent, the vtile nature of their league matches, coupled with varying tactical demands and conditions, contributed to Millwall''s current results, which Aldrich felt satisfied with.


    After a resounding victory over West Ham, they faced a challenging match against Aston Vi, ending in a 1:1 draw, a result made even more frustrating by the rainy conditions affecting their usual fluid y. Aston Vi had also been quite impressive this season, holding a firm position in the upper half of the table, even sitting above Arsenal, albeit by a narrow margin.


    <strong>At the end of November, Millwall faced their arch-rivals Chelsea at home. The Millwall fans couldn''t care less about Chelsea. In the past, it was all about who had the bigger fists, but now their team''s performance has soared far above Chelsea''s. Naturally, they strutted about with their heads held high, hardly sparing a nce at West London.</strong>


    Arthur Hall, Millwall''s chairman, was eagerly hospitable, even calling Chelsea owner Bates three days before the match.


    "Hey,e to the Den; I''ve prepared good drinks. We can enjoy the performance of the World Footballer of the Year from a luxury box; it''s a pleasure!"


    Bates, with his white hair and beard, snapped back, "I have ns this weekend; I can''t make it to the game."


    "You''re not hiding at home crying, are you? Come on, enjoy the match. Millwall is even considering borrowing Chelsea''s strategy of bringing in big stars."


    "Damn you! Know your limits; what''s there to be so smug about? You''ll onlye running home to cry when Millwall opens a supermarket!"


    "Hey, at least Chelsea can''t even match Millwall right now, even if they crawled on all fours like a dog! Want toe over and tter me a bit? I might consider selling a few yers to you."


    "Really?"


    "You''re naive! Youe over to kiss my ass, and I''ll just fart in your face!"


    "Ah~~~! Arthur Hall, I''ll kill you!"


    "Well, thene to the Den and watch the game."

 Chapter 108: The Pride of Millwall

    <h4>Chapter 108: The Pride of Millwall</h4>


    Bates still went to the Lion''s Den Stadium over the weekend. The reason was that Millwall''s Arthur attended a press conference the day before the match. He didn''t take the stage but pped for Aldrich from the audience, which, to outsiders, seemed like a proud father showing support for his son.


    After the press conference, reporters swarmed around Arthur. Having mingled on the streets, Arthur had a slick and cunning personality. He expressed pride in his son and in Millwall''s performance, and finally hinted at his disappointment: he had originally nned to warmly host Chelsea''s owner Bates, even renting a Lincoln to pick him up for the game. However, it seemed Bates hade up with numerous excuses to decline the invitation.


    The reporters were shameless; the headline on match day proimed: "Chelsea Owner Fears Millwall!"


    Chelsea had always despised Millwall, and the Millwall fans looked down on Chelsea. It was odd, but that was reality.


    Bates, who had been at Chelsea for more than ten years, wanted to keep hanging on and make money through the "Chelsea Vige" he created. Naturally, he couldn''t let the fans down or show weakness before a rival. That would be akin to suicide.


    So, Bates arrived. The moment he appeared in the VIP box, the stadium''s broadcast cameras focused on him.


    Bates and Arthur embraced like old friends, smiles stered on their faces.


    But no one knew what they whispered to each other.


    "Hey, your Chelsea''s on the brink of copse, right? Do you really think other Premier League clubs will take after your sorry ass? Seriously, who the hell wants to watch games featuring teams stuck in the lower half of the Premier League?"


    "Old man, don''t get cocky. You still don''t get how football works. Millwall canugh for now, but wait until summer when all the big clubs open their bank ounts; you''ll be knocked back to reality, you bumpkin!"


    "Go ahead and curse; I know you''re not satisfied. You brought in a footballer of the year, yet your team is still limping along, hahahaha, what a sucker!"


    "Are you an idiot? Millwall doesn''t even have a decent trophy; what are you so happy about?"


    "Does Chelsea have any championships?"


    "We''ve won the top league championship!"


    "That was almost fifty years ago, right? Haha, fifty years ofughter for a century; yet you can still find superiority in that��you really are a fool!"


    The two hypocritical club owners exchanged pleasantries after heartily wishing each other''s families well numerous times before taking their seats.


    To outsiders, they seemed polite and able to coexist peacefully, but Arthur''s smile was genuinely from the heart, while Bates''s was mostly forced.


    Before the match began, Aldrich took to the field and walked over to the Chelsea bench, extending his right hand to the Chelsea manager, who stood with his arms crossed.


    "Sir, I watched your games when I was a kid, and your performance was impressive. If all Chelsea yers yed at your level, Chelsea would definitely be a very strong team."


    Aldrich''s words were half hidden daggers and half sincerepliments.


    The man before him was a household name in Ennd and a former international star: Glenn Hoddle.


    During the 1986 World Cup, Aldrich had indeed watched him y for Ennd. The most popr English yer at that time was Lineker, but Hoddle''s performance left asting impression.


    Hoddle, slightly surprised, shook Aldrich''s hand andughed, "Your team is impressive as well. It''s hard to believe you''re so young yet can lead such a strong team."


    Aldrich humbly shook his head and then turned to return to his position. He only admired Glenn Hoddle from his ying days; Hoddle as a coach simply did notmand Aldrich''s respect. It''s not wrong to have faith or, as some would call it, a belief; the mistake lies in imposing that belief onto others, potentially affecting the collective. Hoddle is a typical example. When heter coached the Ennd national team, he brought a "wizard" into the squad and often spoke in a way that hinted at fatalism, which is not tolerated in a scientific society.


    Standing at the sidelines, Aldrich watched Chelsea''s lineup. The most prominent yer was clearly the 33-year-old Gullit. Other than him, there weren''t many star yers��a reflection of Chelsea''s current development model, also praised by the FA as a temte: local yers plus seasoned superstars.


    Perhaps the FA felt that the Premier League''s appeal was stillcking and that bringing in some aging stars for experience could help the league catch up with Europe.


    This model would be followed by Premier League teams for quite a while, such as Middlesbrough, Bolton, and West Ham.


    Given Aldrich''s contemptuousments about Chelsea in interviews, the entire Chelsea club was eager to defeat Millwall at the Lion''s Den Stadium.


    But they seemed to forget that Millwall had not lost at this tiny ground since Aldrich took overst summer.


    When the match began, Chelsea''s attack had yet to gain momentum before they found themselvespletely passive.


    In midfield, they had Gullit, a former superstar, but he was already 33. While his experience might grant him an edge in creativity over top Premier League yers, his defensive weaknesses were ring.


    Millwall''s intense pressing from midfield sent the former world footballer dizzy, unable to keep hold of the ball, while Millwall''s rapid counterattacks were lively and effective.


    Cheers from fans in the stands rose and fell like a tide. Now they could hold their heads high, even though the hope of contending for the Premier League title appeared slim. At least in this part of London, no other team could overshadow their momentum.


    Arsenal? Sorry, they were already 10 points behind Millwall.


    As for Chelsea, they were hardly worth mentioning,cking any heritage or glory to boast of. If Millwall was the star, Chelsea was merely wearing a pair of shoes.


    Watching Millwall unleash wave after wave of attacks against Chelsea, smashing shots against Chelsea''s goal, the fans, known as the Lions, erupted in song.


    "Oh Chelsea, Chelsea, you''ve lost your way out of West London! You''re bragging about bringing in a footballer of the year��how enviable! Surely, the gentlemanly crowd at Stamford Bridge has grown, right? Theye with supermodels and little stars, you must be jealous! Unbuckle your belts and let loose; let''s have fun together!"


    Less than two thousand Chelsea fans huddled in the corner of the Lion''s Den, feeling both unwilling and sorrowful as they heard Millwall fans sing, their fists clenched, their hearts bleeding.


    To some extent, the mockery from Millwall''s fans merely hit the nail on the head about reality.


    Chelsea fans originally came from working-ss backgrounds, but as West London prices rose,bor-ss fans were forced to "leave home" and move south to London, getting closer to the Millwall area, which sparked an unending feud between the two teams.


    Surrounding Stamford Bridge were mostly affluent residents��stockbrokers and business executives d in suits. In the UK, football is both the lowest and the highest form of entertainment; both the rich and the poor watch matches. To fit into British culture, especially in the international metropolis of London, many wealthy individuals bring their supermodel girlfriends to Stamford Bridge to experience British entertainment culture. Some even conduct business on the stands at Stamford Bridge, elevating the audience but leaving traditional fans discontent. This parallels how the general British fans deride Manchester United''smercialization.


    Millwall killed the game in the first half.


    Under Millwall''s relentless pressure, Chelsea conceded their first goal in the 18th minute as Nedv��d stormed into the penalty area and fired a powerful shot to open the scoring.


    In the following half hour, Trezeguet scored twice, making it 3-0 by the end of the first half.


    Every Lion fan in the Lion''s Den Stadium wore expressions of excitement.


    At their home ground, they would always relish the joy.


    Home advantage under Aldrich''s era was vividly evident; they exerted immense pressure on all visiting teams and consistently delivered outstanding performances at home.


    Before walking into the locker room, Aldrich took a nce at Chelsea yers'' expressions and noticed that most of them had already surrendered.


    The once much-anticipated Gullit was clearly not a key force in Chelsea''s rise. His performances over the past year at AC Mn and Sampdoria had already shown how out of his depth he was on the pitch. He was brought to Chelsea as a savior, but he was just there to retire and transition into a coaching role.


    Aldrich didn''t take Chelsea seriously. There were quite a few strong teams in the Premier League now, but Chelsea obviously didn''t qualify as one.


    In the second half, Chelsea remainedckluster as Millwall yed even more freely, eventually seeing substitute Solskj?r score two goals, sealing a bloody oue of 5-0.


    As Bates left the VIP box, Arthur called out loudly to his retreating figure, "You old bastard, you''re wee toe back anytime! Next summer, you better sign a few more footballers of the year! I love watching their performances!"


    Bates, humiliated and furious, turned around to shout, "Arthur, go lick your own ass! One day, Chelsea will crush Millwall into dust! And I''ll make you beg me to show you some mercy! But I''ll still shove your old dick in your mouth, so you can enjoy!"


    Arthur burst intoughter, his face flushed, "So you can only go home today and lick your own dick! Bates, I love you, you old bastard. At next month''s Premier League roundtable meeting, behave yourself, or I won''t go easy on Chelsea. Your ticket prices are ridiculous; who do you think you are to charge such high prices for a trash match?"


    Bates red at Arthur, steam practicallying out of his ears, but ultimately turned and quickened his pace to leave without saying another word.

 Chapter 109: The Eccentric Starting XI

    <h4>Chapter 109: The entric Starting XI</h4>


    Millwall was on a roll, dominating at home and even making a name for themselves in the London football scene, but once they stepped out of London, victory eluded them. After a decisive 5-0 victory over Chelsea, they headed to End Road, only to finish with a dull 0-0 draw against Leeds United.


    It seemed Millwall had settled into a rhythm of winning one match and drawing the next. While they weren''t losing, it was hard to feel excited about their performance.


    On Monday night, the coaching staff had a tradition of gathering to drink beer and chat, which they called "Beer Night."


    In the hotel''s recreation room, Jansen and Babb were ying pool while Craig and Nagy sat at the bar, enjoying drinks and casual conversation.


    In just two months, the Millwall youth team, under Nagy''s guidance, had made impressive strides in the youth league and the FA Youth Cup, putting Millwall''s Leo Youth Academy in the spotlight.


    Under-21 yers, including talents like Pirlo, Capdev, Shevchenko, Lampard, and Ferdinand, often leverage youth leagues to nurture their skills. While it may seem that some of these yers are ready for higherpetition, participating in youth leagues is an indispensable part of their growth. Jumping into the physically intense environment of the Premier League without adequate preparation could be detrimental, especially since international yers also need time to limate.


    Every now and then, Aldrich would promote certain young yers to the substitute bench, giving them exposure in matches, but he was careful not to rush them into permanent positions too quickly.


    About forty years ago, Manchester United''s reserve team was famously dubbed the "Busby Babes" by the British media. Now, Millwall''s Leo Youth Academy had earned a nickname of its own: the "Hall Babes," referring to the extraordinarily talented young yersing up through their ranks.


    Aldrich arrivedte, having been held up in the medical department. Once he walked in, he smiled at Nagy by the bar and said, "If Millwall''s youth team keeps shining, our future yers will be poached by other clubs."


    The normally stoic Nagy replied, "I heard there are already scouts from all over the country watching our yers during home games."


    Aldrich cracked open a bottle of beer and took a sip, sighing. "It''s not just local scouts. Andrew told me that teams from Italy and Spain are sending scouts to watch games at the Den. It''s unavoidable; Millwall has be the focus. However, we can takefort in the fact that these scouts represent no big clubs. Thank goodness; in this self-important world, even top clubs like Manchester United look down on us little fish like Millwall."


    Aldrich spoke the truth. The Premier League was still growing, and Europeanpetitions hadn''t yet gained enough attention; it was evident with recent years where no teams had reached the Champions League quarter-finals. This year''s fresh champions, ckburn, finished bottom of their group. European eyes had yet to turn towards Ennd.


    As he spoke of fears of losing yers, Aldrich felt a certain calmness inside.


    While other English clubs were taking notice of the youth team, they couldn''t afford to offer better conditions to lure Millwall''s yers away. And the interest from other major European clubs wouldn''t sway yers unless those clubs presented an enticing bid��something substantial, from a powerhouse team that any casual fan would recognize. Otherwise, it would be hard to take Millwall''s yers.


    Jansen walked over and asked, "How''s Nedved doing?"


    Aldrich sighed deeply, "He''s going to be out for ten days!"


    "Damn!" Jansen muttered under his breath.


    Trop looked concerned, saying, "Makelele''s suspended, Nedved''s injured, and now we have both of our main midfielders out for the weekend, not to mention Pires, who was injuredst match. Stam''s out due to a red card. Great, we''re facing top-of-the-table Newcastle while missing half our main squad."


    During a long league season, unforeseen circumstances often collided to create significant problems.


    Stam was sent off in thest match at End Road for an elbowing incident during a challenge for the ball, Makelele was out due to umted yellow cards, Pires injured his knee during a fall��he was okay but needed a three-week break, and Nedved felt difort in his thigh during today''s training, with the doctor rmending ten days of rest.


    With their main lineuppromised, they faced Newcastle United, who had been on fire in the first half of the league season.


    By Round 17, Millwall boasted a record of 9 wins and 8 draws with 35 points, standing third in the league. In contrast, Newcastle topped the table with 15 wins, 1 draw, and 1 loss, gathering 46 points��11 points ahead of Millwall and 10 points ahead of Manchester United.


    In ten or twenty years, even avid fans of the Premier League might not think much of the Newcastle United name.


    In ten or twenty years, the name Newcastle United may not hold any special significance, even for fans of the Premier League. However, in the current era, this Newcastle team feels almost magical��it''s like the Hollywood of Tyneside.


    Subconsciously, the Millwall coaching staff believed that Newcastle posed a bigger challenge than Manchester United. Their performance alone was testament enough.


    However, Aldrich wasn''t overly concerned. With a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, he smiled and said, "The league is a marathon. Some teams may lead at the halfway point, while others surge at the finish. Ferguson has already dered war on Keegan. With Cantona''s return, Manchester United''s performance has noticeably improved. They couldn''t care less about the League Cup and are focused on recovering lost ground in the league. As spectators, don''t you think Keegan looks a bit green?"


    Jansen set his cue down, walked over, and grabbed a beer, frowning. "I think that Scottish old-timer is starting to lose it. It''s fine to dismiss Newcastle, but to take shots at other teams as well? That seems a bit strange."


    Aldrich grinned and said, "Imagine yourself as Keegan. What would your reaction be to thosements? Kevin Keegan had a brilliant ying career, surrounded by apuse and flowers. He can''t stand being questioned. It''s like he just got his MBA with confidence, only to find out that the job they want filled requires technical skills. I''ll be honest; in the Premier League coaching world, Ferguson has many enemies, but his peers all seek his respect and recognition. Keegan may seem to stand against Ferguson, but deep down, he wants to hear Ferguson say Newcastle is strong and that Keegan''s coaching ability is exceptional. That''s ultimately what he craves because Ferguson represents a mountain looming over every team in the Premier League."


    Jansen began to understand, stroking his chin and quietly saying, "The more Keegan cares, the more he wants to prove himself, which could be detrimental to the team. If a manager can''t stay calm, it can lead to disaster."


    "Actually, for any team aspiring to win the title, their only opponent is always themselves. Championship-winning teams shouldn''t concern themselves too much with others, especially not rely on theirpetitors'' mistakes. It''s all a battle against oneself. If you perform at your best, there''s no reason you won''t seize the title. If you fail to win, it just means you didn''t perform as well as the championship team. If Ferguson''sments can rattle Keegan this much, then all it does is divert attention away from Newcastle United. Meanwhile, Manchester United? They just need to focus on beating themselves."


    Aldrich''s words resonated with the others, who nodded along. They hadn''t encountered this kind of psychological warfare involving the media before, showing them a new perspective, though it was nothing new in Ennd.


    "Speaking of which, we face Newcastle this weekend. What should we do?" Trop curiously asked.


    Aldrich, brimming with confidence, replied, "I have a general strategy in mind. Newcastle is known for their shy offensive style, so we''ll greet them with a solid defense."


    Hearing Aldrich''s conviction, the group dropped the topic and turned to lighter conversation. They yed pool and drank, and the Beer Night passed joyfully.


    Beyond the uing challenge against Newcastle United, Millwall would also face Manchester City in the League Cup quarter-finals next week. If they managed to defeat Manchester City, Aldrich would have an 80% chance of reaching the League Cup final at Wembley inte February. Since the semi-finals were yed over two legs, Aldrich felt confident they could defeat any English team within those 180 minutes. Even against Manchester United or Newcastle, he harbored no fear because both teams would be distracted by leaguemitments. Aldrich was eager for a championship. Not just for himself, but for Millwall, who had waited 110 years for their first trophy!


    As Round 18 of the Premier League approached, the pre-match press conference for Millwall hosting Newcastle United was packed.


    Aldrich, looking sharp in his suit, took his seat and began, "Tomorrow is just another league game. Please refrain from asking about championship questions. No matter the oue, the Premier League champion won''t be decided immediately."


    His statement left the reporters speechless. Their usual method of creating buzz around a match-up was stifled by Aldrich''s words.


    Left with no choice, one journalist asked, "Will Millwall field a lineup of substitutes tomorrow? I mean, given that Millwall has prioritized cuppetitions over league performance this season, will you rest your yers in the league to prepare for the League Cup next week?"


    Aldrich immediately replied, "No, we value every match. My team has plenty of young yers who can handle Premier League games. At this stage, we haven''t lost a single match, which proves we don''t underestimate or intentionally abandon any fixtures. I can reveal tomorrow''s starting lineup right now:Goalkeeper: Keller; Defenders: Thuram, Elguera, Southgate, Zambrotta; Midfielders: Schneider, Vieira, Gattuso, Back; Forwards: Solskj?r, Larsson."


    The journalists wore puzzled expressions upon hearing the lineup.


    It differed significantly from all the predictions printed in today''s papers, at least two defenders, one midfielder, and one forward had been guessed incorrectly.


    What was Aldrich up to?

 Chapter 110: Catenaccio

    <h4>Chapter 110: Catenio</h4>


    As Kevin Keegan, who had developed a public feud with Aldrich through the mediast season, prepared for their encounter in London, he adopted a different tone. He took on a paternalistic demeanor, praising Aldrich''s achievements and lightly stating that Millwall was a team to watch.


    Fleet Street analyzed Keegan''sments and came to a few conclusions.


    First, Keegan didn''t seem to regard Aldrich highly and didn''t believe that Millwall would pose a threat to Newcastle United''s title aspirations. His "peace deration" could be interpreted as humblebragging from a victor.


    Second, given his contentious rtionship with Ferguson, Keegan didn''t want to create too many enemies, especially since Millwall was just a point behind Manchester United and still in contention for the league title.


    Third, it''s likely that Keegan had set his sights on a yer from Millwall, as they were actively searching for a striker. The yer who ended AC Mn''s impressive 58-match unbeaten run, Aspri, was already on Newcastle''s radar. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, a deal would likely be sealed when the January transfer window opened, yet Newcastle''s attacking lineup remained thin.


    When a dapper-looking Keegan walked into the Den, wearing a notoriously unfashionable suit, Aldrich greeted him warmly.


    The live cameras naturally zoomed in on the two Premier League head coaches, eager to catch a glimpse of their conversation.


    Both men smiled, although their dialogue seemed somewhat absurd. Keegan appeared puzzled by Aldrich''s question.


    "Have you eaten?"


    "Huh?"


    "Have you had lunch?"


    "Yeah, uh, you?"


    "Me too. Well then, see you."


    "Wait, what if I said I hadn''t eaten?"


    "Then you should go eat!"


    Aldrich''s greeting left Keegan momentarily dazed, pondering its meaning.


    He even asked his assistant to repeat the conversation, trying to analyze if Aldrich was ying some sort of linguistic trick on him, potentiallyced with hidden sarcasm.


    "Hello everyone, I''m Martin Taylor, and alongside Andy Gray, I''ll be bringing you the livementary for this key Premier League sh. Millwall, unbeaten in seventeen matches, faces top-of-the-table Newcastle United today. Andy, it seemed like Hall approached Keegan for a chat, and from the expressions on both managers'' faces, their rtionship appears to have mellowed quite a bit. What do you think?"


    "Ha ha, I don''t think so. They might secretly wish the other would fall ill and miss the match! But let''s get serious. The Den is packed as usual, and Millwall''s fans are as passionate as ever. Now, let''s look at the starting lineups. Millwall has fielded some unusual choices today... I''m not quite sure how to define Hall''s formation. It looks like a 4-4-2, but Back clearly won''t be ying on the wing, which makes it perplexing."


    "Certainly, Aldrich tends to y by his own rules; we''ll have to analyze things further once the match begins. Newcastle''s starting lineup seems rtively straightforward with: Goalkeeper: Pavel Srn��?ek; Defenders: Steve Watson, Warren Barton, Felipe Albert, John Beresford; Midfielders: Peter Beardsley, Robert Lee, Lee rk, Keith Gillespie, David Gin; Forward: Les Ferdinand. With a shortage of strikers, Keegan''s only reliable forward is Ferdinand. Small wonder he has chosen a 4-1-4-1 formation given that they are the visitors today. Let''s see if Newcastle, known for their multi-faceted attacking prowess, can break Millwall''s unbeaten streak."


    Once the match kicked off, Millwall did not disy their usual home dominance, instead opting for a very defensive approach. The defenders refrained from pushing forward, and the midfield formed a three-man wall consisting of Back, Vieira, and Gattuso, effectively shielding the backline.


    Seeing Millwall''s setup, Keegan turned to nce at Aldrich, who stood on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, pondering: kid, do you really want a draw?


    Well, if you manage to hold Newcastle to a tie, that might be something to brag about!


    After all, we had beaten them decisively in the cupst season.


    Newcastle Unitedmenced their dazzling attacking disy.


    Sometimes, Aldrich envied those star yers turned coaches; their illustrious careers often drew many yers to them.


    Take Robert Lee, for example. A London native who idolized Keegan, he had moved to Newcastle where Keegan molded him into a formidable defender capable of making incisive runs forward.


    Ahead of him was a morous attacking line.


    Gin, who had be the scapegoat for France after a mishap during the ''94 World Cup qualifiers, had been in superb form on the left nk. The cameras were ustomed to him beating defenders, whipping in crosses, and then confidently nodding to his teammates with a smug smile. Without a doubt, he was the star of the pitch and Newcastle''s sharpest weapon in attack.


    On the opposite side, Keegan had not only secured a decent transfer fee from Manchester United for Andy Cole but had also brought in a talented yer from United''s famed ''ss of ''92'' into the Newcastle fold��Keith Gillespie. He too was creative, capable of both assists and scoring.


    There is little need to borate on Beardsley. He was once the pride of Liverpool, holding the record for the highest transfer fee in English football, and he scored a hat trick in an Ennd derby five years ago. Since then, no Liverpool yer has been able to score three goals against Manchester United in a single match. A favorite of Dalglish, Beardsley has be one of Newcastle United''s vital scoring sources, ranking just below the forwards with 21 league goalsst season, even at the age of 34.


    Lee rk, while not as shy, had the distinct advantage ofing from Newcastle''s youth system, allowing him to integrate seamlessly into the tactical framework and often deliver standout performances.


    Front and center is Les Ferdinand, who shares some background with Millwall. Les was present when Aldrich negotiated for his nephew, Rio Ferdinand, as he is Rio''s uncle. Currently, Les is one of the most in-demand strikers in Ennd, having overturned the stereotype of a tall and awkward English center forward. His refined ball skills allow him to weave through defenders and change direction quickly, while his acute awareness in the penalty area makes him an obvious threat.


    Keegan''s attacking ensemble was particrly dazzling, with hybrid midfielders who could interchange rapidly with the wingers, creating mesmerizing tactical y.


    In a moment, Beardsley and Gillespie switched positions, moving to the nks to deliver crosses. Zambrotta reacted a beat toote and was easily bypassed, but thankfully, Elguera, who had taken up a position in the rear, was ready, leaping to clear the danger just ahead of Ferdinand''s header.


    The ball was deflected by Lee to the left nk, where Gin kicked off a quick run. The Frenchman, a part-time model, attempted to outfox Thuram but misjudged his opponent. Thuram didn''t engage with footwork; he simply held his ground, making it clear that no amount of fancy footwork would faze him.


    Gin was forced off the pitch, and the ball remained at Thuram''s feet.


    Keegan leapt up, vocally protesting a foul, but referee Duggin was oblivious.


    Thuramunched a clearance just as Millwall''s attack was starting, sending the ball back toward Newcastle, whose onught continued but failed to generate any real threats.


    Beardsley and rk exchanged passes in the midfield, while Gillespie sought a gap to cut in. Just as the ball threaded through defenders, Gillespie was blocked, the interception by Southgate leaving the Newcastle yers visibly frustrated.


    Despite the elegance of their ys, it felt as though eggs were shing against stones��without room to maneuver in a well-structured defense that was virtually imprable, their long balls were curtailed by the unfamiliar center-back Elguera, while short passes were snubbed promptly by Southgate.


    Slowly, thementators began to discern the pattern.


    Martin Taylor was astounded. After confirming Millwall''s formation and defensive style repeatedly, he eximed into the microphone.


    "Chain defense! Millwall has replicated Italy''s trendy chain defense right onto the Premier League stage! The cameras should capture the entire field, neatly illustrating Millwall''s tactical setup��Back, Vieira, and Gattuso form a barricade in front of the backline, constraining opponents'' attacking flow with joint defensive maneuvers. Even if Newcastle were to break through this line, they would meet Southgate''s intercepting prowess just outside the penalty area, while the Spanish defender Elguera ys deep, providing backup to the defensive structure! Chain defense relies not just on individual skills but on excellent teamwork. Yet, Millwall has stifled Newcastlepletely for the first twenty minutes without permitting them even a single shot! Aldrich, how much more do you have hidden up your sleeve?!"


    "Martin, Millwall''s defense ismendable, but so what? Millwall hasn''t had a shot either."


    "No, not yet. Until opportunities arise, and as long as Newcastle''s attacks can''t prate, Keegan will certainly ramp up his aggression; he will. Consequently, Millwall will have greater scope for counterattacks. Just wait and see; I believe Aldrich is methodically executing this strategy for a reason��he''s a calm and collected head coach!"


    Standing on the sidelines, Aldrich observed as his team grew increasingly confident in their defensive strategy, a subtle smile forming at the corners of his mouth.


    In practice, Millwall had cultivated their defensive groundwork through teamwork and high pressing, so transitioning to a chain defense was not a significant hurdle.


    Chain defense hinges on teamwork rather than isting individual brilliance to nullify attacks. While there may be standout defensive performances, it is ultimately a collective defensive tactic at y. A ssic example is Cannavaro, a member of the 2006 World Cup-winning team. While his defensive intuition was unparalleled in the Italian squad, he struggled at Real Madrid, where his weaknesses were magnified. At Madrid, the defensive tactics were non-existent, resembling other La Liga teams that crowded around the ball, instead of coborating to form effective lines of defense.


    After a week of training, Aldrich had given his yers clear instructions: fullbacks should not advance; Southgate would mark and intercept; Elguera yed deep to disrupt opposition attacks, while Back, Vieira, and Gattuso formed a formidable barrier ahead of the center-backs, locking down the system.


    Regardless of Newcastle''s ir in offense, with no space to attack, Aldrich was content to see if the Magpies could somehow manage tounch the ball into their goal!

 Chapter 111: You are the champions

    <h4>Chapter 111: You are the champions</h4>


    Kevin Keegan felt a chill run down his spine.


    The attacking five-man formation of the Magpies faced Millwall''s seven-man chain defense, and they struggled to find spaces to prate through his traditional style of y. In one-on-one battles, Newcastle United''s well-known offense felt like hitting a wall of iron��ineffective and futile.


    Despite the stunning moves and the dazzling footwork disyed by the yers that made the crowd dizzy, they only ended up panting and sweating profusely, with no real results to show for it.


    Defensive midfielder Robert Lee pushed up to join the attack, bringing the numbers to a 6-vs-7 scenario, yet it still yielded no sess. No matter how Newcastle United tried to coordinate their y, Millwall refused to press forward, patiently waiting until the Magpies got within thirty yards of their penalty area, relying on teamwork to neutralize the attacks.


    Keegan stood up, pointing to a yer in the backline, a talented member of Newcastle, John Beresford��the left back!


    In an era of English football where defenders seldom ventured forward and strikers rarely helped out in defense, John Beresford was an attacking left-back, which made him a star on the pitch, particrly with his eye-catching world-ss goals each season.


    Beresford surged forward. With the static front-line attack struggling to break through, his unexpected charge for a long-range shot could be an effective solution.


    His first long-range shot, however, skimmed past the goalpost, eliciting a collective gasp from the stands.


    Aldrich wasn''t concerned. For him, the wave of Newcastle''s offense hitting this point yed right into his hands!


    Millwall had seven defenders, while Newcastle only had three forwards on the attack.


    Today, Aldrich chose to y Schneider, who seemed limited in his movement, being a winger who could also drift toward the center, but that wasn''t his typical position.


    Yet, this was precisely Aldrich''s strategy.


    Beresford fired another long-range shot, this time caught securely by the keeper Ker. While Kercked exceptional skills or potential, he was obedientpleting the tasks assigned by coaches during training wlessly.


    Execution of tactics relies critically on yer awareness.


    <strong>Ker was taught a straightforward tactical philosophy: as a goalkeeper, he was one of the key initiators of attacks. In this day and age, such a notion may sound absurd��can a goalkeeper truly take charge of initiating the offense? But Ker did not question it; he simplyplied.</strong>


    He had formed a good habit of immediately observing his teammates'' positions as soon as he caught the ball. With two outlets on the nks, he took less than two seconds to adjust before rolling the ball out to the wide-open Thuram.


    Thuram stopped the ball, sending a quick pass in front of him, where Schneider was already sprinting at full speed.


    The area ahead waspletely wide open!


    Where had the opposing full-back gone?


    Beresford was rushing back from Millwall''s half!


    Schneider let the ball roll ahead and continued to carry it forward. When Aldrich saw Newcastle''s center-back Felipe Albert rushing toward Schneider, he grinned maliciously and tightened his fist.


    Despite Kevin Keegan''s current triumph, five yearster he would be aughingstock; almost all fans knew that Keegan''s team had a feeble defense!


    <strong>It''s not that Kevin Keegancked good defensive yers at his disposal; after all, in the year 2000, the English national team boasted four outstanding center-backs��Campbell, Adams, Keown, and Southgate. just looking at Newcastle''s current defensive line, they were certainly respectable in the Premier League.</strong>


    Belgian Albert was one of the top 30 center-backs in Newcastle''s century-long history, and his abilities were in to see. Wharton-Barton hade from a strong background, having spent ��4 million to bring him to Newcastle. A center-back valued that highly in Ennd''s transfer market in 1995 certainly had some merit.


    But football is a team sport. Attack requires coordination, and defense does too.


    At this moment, Millwall was countering with an equal number of yers against Newcastle, three against three.


    However, Albert proactively ran over to intercept Schneider. Seeing this action, Aldrich could clearly see just how terrible Newcastle''s defense was��there was no coherent tactic. The correct move should have been for the three defenders to retreat into the penalty area and form a zonal defense,pressing Millwall''s attacking space.


    But Albert''s rush toward Schneider expanded the space within and around the penalty area, and Schneider unsurprisinglyid the ball off to Larson before Albert closed in.


    Newcastle''s defense was akin to a clumsy disy on a rugby pitch, as defenders chased one-on-one after the attacking yers.


    Barton rushed toward Larson, but Larson managed to weave past him during the sprint, leaving Barton in his wake. At that moment, Watson came sliding in from the other side, trying to tackle Larson''s feet. Yet Larson nimbly passed the ball towards the goal.


    Keeper Srnicek, frustrated, charged out of his box, only to find no defenders left in front of him!


    But the ball rolled right into the path of an unmarked Solskj?r.


    Faced with the onrushing keeper, Solskj?r deftly dribbled left, evading the sprawled Srnicek''s desperate lunge that just couldn''t reach the ball, and Solskj?r easily slotted it into the empty.


    The Den erupted with cheers!


    "Ol��, ol��, ol��, ol��!"


    Evenmentator Martin Taylor had be familiar with the rhythm of Millwall fans celebrating their goals.


    He enthusiastically shouted, "Ol��, ol��, ol��, ol��! Super Solskj?r! He''s made his starting appearance today and scored, though much of the credit goes to Larson for the assist. But this is Millwall''s victory��the result of their team''s effort. Newcastle''s defense is nothing short of abysmal, showing no signs of teamwork!" Keegan leaned his head down against his palm, while Aldrich simply smiled and apuded, seemingly unfazed by the goal.


    Aldrich wasn''t fond of today''s tactics employed by Millwall, and the individualistic style of y seemed to be drifting away from the mainstream in the future. However, he was an adaptable head coach; under the circumstances of nearly half his starters being unavable, it would be too rigid to insist on ying an attacking style.


    Moreover, midfielders Back, Vieira, and Gattuso would naturally need to hone their defensive skills and teamwork awareness in their formative years, although this match had stifled the attacking talents of Zambrotta and Thuram.


    With equal numbers, Newcastle''s defense had only three men in the second half against Millwall''s three attackers. If one yer could break through the opponent''s defense in a counterattack, a clear goal-scoring opportunity would arise easily. Larson had already lost Barton, and with Watson not stepping in to intercept, Larson had a clear path.


    With Watson defending, Larson could pass to Solskj?r, and he too would find himself in a one-on-one with the keeper, with simply too much space for an attack to maneuver.


    Schneider was put on the pitch again. He aimed to exploit the space left by Beresford''s assist, relying on his precise passes to create attacking ys.


    But such tactics couldn''t be sustained for long. As midfielders grew ustomed to this tactic, they would be mentally fatigued and stifled, which could even hamper their future career aplishments.


    Keegan found himself in a bind��what to do?


    His team was behind!


    Millwall was incredibly shameless, shrinking back into a defensive shell at home��did they have no shame?


    Inwardly cursing Aldrich, Keegan had no choice but to push his yers for more attacking efforts.


    Retreat?


    There was no way back!


    Now, there was only one way forward!


    Millwall''s yers were exhrated; they wouldn''t overthink the cautious tactics employed over a short span but rather felt that Aldrich on the sidelines possessed a magical charm.


    With four key starters out and facing the league leaders, they had managed to take the leadfortably.


    Their coach was simply marvelous!


    Newcastle''s yers were seething, their shirts soaked with sweat after toiling away for most of the match��despite their multiple attacks yielding only a few long-range shots, Millwall had stolen one goal from a single counterattack. Where could they find justice in that?


    What was most galling was they came fully armed, eager to measure themselves against Millwall, but faced with a turtle-shell formation of seven defenders forming two tight lines, it resembled a turtle''s shell when viewed from above.


    Keegan''s midfield adjustments were ineffective, just a push for more offense.


    He was born for attacking! His ying was gorgeous, and his coaching was equally vibrant, but the fact of the matter was that attacking needed space and a stage to perform.


    In the second half, Newcastle grew more anxious and started ying irrational individual efforts and long balls. Meanwhile, Millwall''s counterattacks remained highly efficient, nearly puncturing Newcastle''s defenses several times.


    Today, Larson seemed to have forgotten his shooting boots, squandering a one-on-one chance in the second half.


    As Schneider became tightly marked, Aldrich swapped in another card��Kevin Phillips.


    With Phillips leading the line, Larson and Solskj?r would support him from behind, and Millwall shifted to a 4-3-2-1 setup.


    With this change, Newcastle was immediately hit hard.


    After dropping back to collect the ball, Solskj?rbined with Larson to create a one-two pass, then made a direct run towards the baseline, almost replicating the first-half goal. When Barton came to defend him, he swiftly passed it to the unmarked Phillips in the middle, who effortlessly finished off the move to seal Millwall''s victory.


    When the final whistle blew, Kevin Keegan stood frozen, his face pale.


    Aldrich approached him calmly, a smile on his face, and said, "I wish Newcastle United all the best in winning the league this season."

 Chapter 112: Katie Price.

    <h4>Chapter 112: Katie Price.</h4>


    Driving home, Aldrich hummed along to the tunes of an underappreciated band ying in the car��Backstreet Boys. He couldn''t quite understand why the group had fallen out of favor after debuting with their singles, but that didn''t stop him from enjoying their music in this day and age.


    As he pulled into the garage, he couldn''t help but chuckle aloud while still humming.


    He couldn''t me himself for feeling a bit smug; just the thought of Kevin Keegan''s dejected visage made him want tough.


    Habitually, he checked his mailbox before entering the house. asionally, he would receive letters from Rowling. Besides discussing her "Harry Potter" draft, they shared snippets of their daily lives like pen pals.


    From their correspondence this year, Aldrich noticed a marked shift in Rowling''s attitude towards life; she had emerged from a state of closure and sorrow. Her creative process was brimming with inspiration, and her happiness shone through whenever she mentioned her daughter''s growth.


    Aldrich was thrilled for her and enjoyed sharing the ups and downs of his life and career. They were both adults, mentally mature enough tomunicate in a more sophisticated manner, avoiding any feeling of talking to a wall.


    There was indeed a letter waiting for him in the mailbox. As Aldrich picked it up, his cheerful mood evaporated instantly.


    The envelope bore no postmark, no sender or recipient addresses; it was clearly slipped into his mailbox by hand.


    This wasn''t the first time Aldrich had received a letter like this; he had encountered three simr ones before.


    He opened his front door and sat on the couch, loosening his tie as he opened the letter.


    Inside were seven or eight photographs, which he set aside before reading the words on the paper. He ended up chuckling in resignation.


    It was a love letter, expressing admiration, and the enclosed photos were provocatively daring, featuring a young woman in nothing but her birthday suit, artfully posed to conceal her private areas while unting sultry expressions.


    Aldrich headed to his study, pulled open a drawer, and retrieved the previous three letters that were substantially the same, though the photos varied.


    He opened the first letter and looked at the phone number included. Picking up thendline, he dialed the number.


    Before long, the call connected, and a cheerful female voice answered.


    "Miss Katie Price, is that you?"


    "Yeah, who''s this?"


    "This is Aldrich Hall."


    "Aldrich... Hall... Oh, it''s you! Have I finally won you over? Aldrich, I''ve been waiting for your call for over a month!"


    "Skip the chit-chat, let''s cut to the chase. How much for a night?"


    "..."


    "Not interested? Alright, then I misunderstood. Please don''t bother me again, thanks."


    "Wait, two thousand pounds."


    "Two thousand? You''re expensive."


    "I guarantee it''s worth it."


    "Alright, I''ll make it twenty thousand for you tonight! Do you know the Green Hotel in East London? I''ll go book a room now. Be there by 9 PM, and I''ll have the staff guide you."


    "Twenty thousand... Okay, okay, see you tonight!"


    Her tone was increasingly excited as they spoke, and after hanging up, Aldrich pressed the record button on the nearby tape recorder to stop it, pulling out the tape and cing it in a drawer.


    Feeling uninterested in dinner, Aldrich took out twenty thousand in cash from his safe and drove over to Sander''s bar.


    It was yet to hit seven, and the bar hadn''t reached its peak busy hour. Upon entering, Aldrich quickly became the center of attention, greeted with raised sses and friendly cheers from acquaintances, both familiar and unfamiliar.


    Before Aldrich settled into a seat, Sander slid a ss of whiskey in front of him, smiling, "This one''s on me, the match this afternoon was thrilling."


    Aldrich downed the whiskey in one go, but as Sander began to refill his ss, Aldrich waved him off and leaned closer, whispering, "I remember you haven''t gotten married yet, have you?"


    Sander shook his head. "No, I''m married. It''s just that my wife doesn''t make public appearances."


    Aldrich rolled his eyes, "You got married and didn''t let me know?"


    Sander smiled, "I didn''t want you to spend more. I had a tough time making it on my own in East London back in the day..."


    "Alright, enough about the past."


    Aldrich was rather averse to dwelling on old stories; he could predict what Sander would say. It was just Aldrich and his friends who had helped Sander, this ck immigrant, establish himself in East London to avoid being bullied by street thugs.


    To Aldrich, it was a small favor, but for Sander, it was a memory he''d cherish forever.


    "So, what''s the reason you''re here today?" Sander asked, noticing Aldrich appeared to have something on his mind.


    In a ce like this, where a mix of characters gathered, as the owner, Sander was adept at navigating anypany. Looking sternly into Sander''s eyes, Aldrich said, "Can you help me find ten men for a little... arrangement?"


    Pfft!


    Sander almost spit out his drink at Aldrich''s words, staring at him in disbelief before leaning closer, covering his mouth and whispering, "I know of a gay bar not too far from here."


    Aldrich pushed Sander away, annoyed. "What are you thinking? The ten men aren''t for me; they''re for her."


    Aldrich pulled out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Sander.


    Sander nced at the naked image of Katie Price and chuckled suggestively, "She''s quite the firecracker, but she looks familiar��wait a second."


    Sander bent down and rummaged under the bar counter, finally emerging with two copies of the Sun newspaper. He and Aldrich leaned in, peering closely at the images.


    "Isn''t she the model who said she wanted to date you? She looks really young. Don''t you like her?"


    Sander eyed Aldrich, who responded, "Do you like her?"


    Sander chuckled awkwardly, "I''m already thirty."


    "Come on, a man at eighty would still like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl."


    Sander, caught out by Aldrich''s point, raised an eyebrow as he noticed new customers entering, quickly shoving the newspapers out of sight. He had practically assimted into the quintessential stiff British chap, where outwardly he maintained decorum, yet more than half the men indulged in reading the risqu�� third page of the Sun whenever they were alone in restrooms or offices.


    "Wait, isn''t she the model who said she wanted to date you in the paper?" Sander asked in a lowered voice.


    Aldrich nodded, and Sander gasped, "You''re quite the catch, considering your fame. You''d definitely be high on the list of targets for gold-digging women, not only for your wealth but also for the fame you can provide."


    Aldrich lit a cigarette and offered, "Right, and I despise being used. I won''t spend my life paying for...panionship."


    Sander inquired cautiously, "You want to find ten men? What for? To intimidate her?"


    "Aldrich smiled broadly and replied, ''Of course not! That would be so crass; it might as well be a crime. Is that really necessary? Just help me find ten men, and I''ll pay each of them two thousand pounds. I''ve set up a room with thisdy at a hotel tonight; I merely forgot to mention that I''ll be there too. You send the guys over with my cash, they have their fun for two thousand each, and then they walk away. She''ll end up with both the money and the experience��everyone''s happy.''"


    Sander shook his head at the idea. "That''s not a given. Girls like her are ambitious; sleeping with you might not cost her anything since she could sell the story to the papers. If she can get close to you and meet more wealthy people, she might even pay you to keep herpany."


    Aldrich kept smiling, replying serenely, "That''s how it works. I pay for what I want; if she''s willing, great. If not, I won''t bother asking for my money back; it can be a fee for your friends'' service. But she''ll definitely be angry, fuming. She might cause a scene, but I''m prepared. I want those women with ulterior motives to understand that I''m not to be trifled with. Don''t ever think of me as an ATM or stepping stone. I loathe mixing emotions with ambition and fame."


    Sander patted Aldrich''s shoulder with understanding, picking up the phone. "Alright, I''ll find a few buddies and let them earn some extra cash."


    Aldrich nodded, stuffing the twenty thousand pounds into a paper bag and handing it to Sander. Then he picked up his phone to book a room at the Green Hotel.


    Before leaving, he left the photo for Sander to pass on to his friends, ensuring they''d be at the hotel to meet him.


    As Aldrich drove home, parking the car in the garage, he found the neighborhood remarkably tranquil under the dim streetlights. The Spaniards tended to eatter; it was already past seven when Vi''s parents returned home with a bag of groceries. Spotting Aldrich exiting the garage, the couple warmly invited him over for dinner.


    Not one to turn down hospitality, Aldrich epted their invitation for a meal at the Vi''s home.


    At the Green Hotel in East London, as the lights brightened, an elegantly dressed Katie Price arrived as expected, only to dash out of the hotel momentster.


    Inside thevish suite, ten men in nothing but their underclothes terrified the newly adult Katie, who fled in sheer panic.


    Once she returned home and her heartbeat settled, she immediately called Aldrich.


    At that moment, a satiated Aldrich was luxuriating in a bubble bath, stepping out to answer the phone before retreating to his warm soak once more.


    "Mr. Hall, are you trying to humiliate me?"


    "Did they not pay?"


    "It''s not about the money!"


    "You''ve confused me; it''s not about money? You named the price at two thousand pounds, iming it was worth it."


    "You''ll regret this! Mr. Hall, I''ve never met such a tasteless man as you!"


    "Thanks, but there''s no need to argue about who''s more refined, Miss Katie Price. Please don''t disturb me again."


    After hanging up, Aldrich closed his eyes, enjoying the bath. But it wasn''t long before he picked up the phone to make another call.


    "Why are you calling me at this hour? It''s still half an hour before ten."


    Aldrich was naturally calling his girlfriend, recounting the day''s events. Finally, his voice low, he murmured, "Mnie, I want to sleep with you!"


    "..."


    "Sorry, I think I got a bit dizzy in the bath."


    "I''ve been busy recording the album and haven''t had time to meet. Aldrich, are you speaking from your heart?"


    "Why do you ask that?"


    "Well, we''ve been dating for over six months, and I''m starting to suspect you might be gay."


    "I''m just busy with work; your suspicions hurt me."


    "Alright, okay, I apologize."


    "I ept your apology. Good night."


    "Hold on, there''s something I want to tell you."


    "What is it?"


    "Aldrich, I also want to sleep with you! Good night."


    Beep, beep, beep...

 Chapter 113: Aldrich, the captain of the starting lineup!

    <h4>Chapter 113: Aldrich, the captain of the starting lineup!</h4>


    Aldrich is on fire!


    Since the weekend match was yed in the evening, and the Christmas rush was about to begin, Aldrich gave the team a day off right after the game. He woke up early to go for a jog and work out.


    However, as he opened the door wearing his workout gear, he was greeted by a swarm of paparazzi outside, cameras shing in his face, making his eyes ache a bit.


    "Mr. Hall, did you have a sex party at the Green Hotelst night?"


    "Did you finally dump that little pop star?"


    "Were there any Millwall yers at the party?"


    "Besides flirting with Katie Price, who else do you have?"


    "Do you acknowledge any intimate contact with Katie Price?"


    "She called you a disgusting man; what''s your response?"


    "What time did you get homest night?"


    "Will you take legal action to protect your reputation?"


    "What is your rtionship with Katie Price exactly?"


    "Have you considered apologizing or offeringpensation?"


    The British paparazzi are relentless, especially when ites to breaking news. They can make someone the center of attention in no time and do so with the most vicious words, provocations, and shameless tactics to make the subject lose hisposure, even sanity, in the process. That way, they can snatch the most sensational photos.


    Facing these malicious questions, would Aldrich get furious and make an irrational move?


    If he exploded in anger, regardless of the truth behind the news, his reputation would be immediately tarnished. If he even swung a fist, things would get even messier.


    Aldrich took a couple of steps outside and, confronted with numerous microphones and cameras, paused in surprise for a second. Then he smiled and slowly stepped back inside. As he retreated, he pointed to the threshold of his home, signaling for the reporters to be cautious and not to cross the line, or it would be considered trespassing.


    With a big smile, he gently closed the door.


    The paparazzi sighed in disappointment and retreated to their cars, but their high-powered cameras remained trained on Aldrich''s apartment.


    Sitting on the couch, Aldrich pondered. He had aputer at home, but there was no news to browse through online that could keep up with current events. He had a rough idea of what had happened; it was probably the "���" Jordan biting back again.


    Just as he was about to dial a number, someone called in.


    "Hello."


    "Aldrich, where are you?"


    "At home."


    "Stay home and don''t go anywhere, and don''t talk to anyone outside. Disconnect yourndline; I''ming over."


    "Okay."


    Aldrich ended the call from Andrew and sat quietly, waiting as expected. His home phone started ringing non-stop, indicating that numerous reporters were attempting to interview him. Instead of unplugging the phone, he picked it up to hang it up again, then set it back on the table, keeping the line engaged.


    Andrew arrived quickly, looking sharp in a suit, giving off a truewyer''s vibe. He had two men in their thirties with him, likely employees from his firm.


    When Aldrich opened the door, journalists crowded outside again, but aside from snapping a few photos, they couldn''t get any significant news.


    Just as Aldrich was about to open the door, he suddenly heard someone angrily shouting at the group of reporters, "You bunch of filthy liars! My boss had dinner at my housest night and didn''t go to any lousy hotel!"


    Aldrich peeked out and saw Vi, clutching a ser ball, standing outside with a furious expression.


    The reporters were taken aback, turning to stare at Vi. Some even attempted to snap photos, but Aldrich quickly shouted, "David, go home!"


    Andrew reacted swiftly, signaling to his assistant, who immediately stepped outside to warn the photogs, "He''s still a minor. If you take any photos and publish them, be prepared for a summons from the court!"


    Vi, seeing Aldrich smiling with no sign of nervousness, showed disdain towards the paparazzi and then dropped the ball, dribbling away faster than they could catch sight of him.


    Once again, Aldrich shut the door. As he sat back down on the couch, Andrew pulled out several newspapers from his briefcase and handed them to Aldrich for him to review.


    They were gossip tabloids filled with sensational news.


    Among them, the headline of The Sun stood out: one half showcased Aldrichmanding his team from the sidelines, while the other half featured a picture of Katie Price in in clothes.


    "The lion-hearted young coach takes the field! He is the starting XI captain! Katie Price flees from the Green Hotel!"


    Aldrich couldn''t help butugh when he saw that headline.


    As he flipped to the next page for more details, he became engrossed in reading the news.


    The reports cited privatements from Katie Price.


    She sounded so innocent: "Everybody knows I admire Aldrich. I wanted to be friends with him, so when he reached out to me, I was surprised. I thought maybe something romantic might happen between us, and it would be wonderful. But when I walked into the suite at the Green Hotel he booked, the handsome image I had of him waspletely shattered. He''s a disgusting man, and there were almost a dozen half-naked guys in that suite, obviously prepared to have a good time. Aldrich thought wrong; I''m not that kind of girl. I immediately left the suite; nothing happened. But I don''t know what they did afterward. I turned them down, but they were already ready to enjoy themselves, and I''m sure they''ll look for other girls to entertain them. Right now, Aldrich is just making me feel sick."


    Aldrich put the paper down and grabbed another gossip sheet, which also followed the same narrative.


    Andrew waited for him to finish reading all the newspapers before crossing his arms and calmly asking, "What happened? Tell me the truth, from start to finish."


    In that moment, as awyer, Andrew was serious.


    Aldrich honestly recounted everything that had happened. Andrew looked at him with a strange expression.


    He beckoned Aldrich to follow him to the kitchen, nodding towards it. "Let''s talk privately."


    Aldrich followed him into the kitchen. The two brothers lit up cigarettes, and Andrew spoke first: "Aldrich, what are you doing? You could have ignored her, yed along, or anything. There was no need to make a big deal out of it."


    "What do you mean?"


    "I mean, my brother, you''re a celebrity now. You have money��look at you! Dressed in Armani, with looks that make others jealous, and a body that''s off the charts. Every weekend, countless people cheer for you, and of course, there are multiple girls wanting to get close to you. Some of them will be top-notch. But what are you doing? You''ve shut the door on them, keeping them out. Only the most pious among men would do that, but you have no religious beliefs. I just don''t get it."


    Andrew looked at Aldrich as if he were a strange creature, but Aldrich shook his head, "My brother would do the same."


    "Your brother''s ambition is focused on his career! He''s trying hard to build the noble image of the Hall family, but he can''t shake off the nouveau riche background. He can only avoid mistakes. Others might point fingers at him calling him illiterate or a nouveau riche, but they can''t call him a yboy. That won''t make him a noble, but it will earn him some respect. Aldrich, I''ve always thought that you and I are simr. We can live in the moment; there''s no need to impose a monk''s doctrine on ourselves. You''re wealthy, and countless women are eager to be with you. If you go bankrupt, they''ll abandon you. That''s how the world works."


    Andrew said, his eyes wide open.


    Perhaps because as an underage helper at a ss factory while growing up, Aldrich''s elder brother Bat was incredibly passionate about social status, even as a newly minted British business mogul who hadn''t indulged in debauchery. Instead, he worked hard to present himself as a noble��one who may never reach that lofty height in his lifetime but would tirelessly strive for the second and third generations to fulfill that dream.


    Aldrich smoked silently for two minutes and then slowly replied, "Andrew, let me tell you a story."


    "I''m all ears."


    "I know a friend; he''s an ordinary guy, graduated from a regr university, has a standard job, and then he got a typical girlfriend. When he was almost thirty, he proposed to her. She hesitated because her family wanted him to have property. So, that rtionship ended. The man stayed single, filled with confusion about marriage and family because he knew he couldn''t earn enough for a house in just a few years."


    "That''s it?"


    "That''s all."


    "Was your friend''s girlfriend an idiot? Are her family members idiots too?"


    "My friend is Chinese. The consumer mindset there is quite different from that in Europe and America. In our circles, as long as someone has a stable job, they can afford housing and a car, provided they pay off the mortgage before they die. But in China, it''s different; they save up to buy a house before they die, and many never manage to save enough. Renting or mortgaging a housecks a sense of security."


    Andrew blinked, uninterested in delving into cultural differences. It wasn''t something he could grasp just by ruminating on it. He simply shrugged and said, "Your travels taught you that emotions and money should be kept separate, right?"


    Aldrich pondered for a moment and then nodded, saying, "It''s a massive shock when genuine feelings are rendered worthless in the face of money. That''s why I want to live simply. Today it''s Katie Price; tomorrow it could be someone else. Girls like these keep appearing one after another. I''m not trying to paint myself in a good light; it''s just the traditional, trashy entertainment culture in Ennd."


    Andrew patted Aldrich on the shoulder, finally understanding his brother''s mindset.


    He recognized his own position; he had indulged in many models and celebrities, but if he lost his wealth, those beautiful women would certainly distance themselves from him.


    Hence, this yboy could only enjoy superficial rtionships. Aldrich had no such penchant, and Andrew saw no reason to criticize him.


    "Okay, I understand. Bring me the phone recording; I''ll take care of it. I''ll make sure that from now on, those gold-digging women won''t set their sights on you again, or they''ll humiliate themselves."


    Aldrichughed and bumped fists with him before going upstairs to fetch the recording for Andrew.

 Chapter 114: Advancing to the Finals

    <h4>Chapter 114: Advancing to the Finals</h4>


    When ites to handling serious matters, Andrew has always been decisive and efficient. He didn''t appear in person but instead sent awyer from the firm to represent Aldrich, who left with him to drive away.


    The British paparazzi followed closely, ultimately catching up with Aldrich and hiswyer as they entered the local courthouse.


    The paparazzi waited outside, and some even disguised themselves to sneak in and gather information.


    After about half an hour, Aldrich emerged first, avoiding interviews and driving straight home.


    Hiswyer then made a brief statement uponing out.


    "I have filed a defamationwsuit against Ms. Katie Price on behalf of my client, Mr. Aldrich-Hall, and we have also sought a restraining order. We have sufficient evidence to show that Ms. Price has severely disrupted my client''s normal life."


    The paparazzi bombarded him with questions, but thewyer said no more.


    Everyone wanted to know what the evidence was.


    However, the materials had already been submitted to the court.


    Later, the evidence was made public, but no one knew who leaked it.


    Aldrich''s phone recordings and the "raunchy photos" that Katie Price had sent him were stered across the tabloids.


    As the truth behind the incident unraveled, surveince footage from the Green Hotel was released. It showed that Katie Price did arrive at the hotel that night, but Aldrich was never there. The ten men found in the suite admitted they were waiting for her arrival and honestly stated that they had never seen Aldrich.


    Katie Price had intended to tarnish Aldrich''s reputation to raise her own profile, and she seeded; her name became almost instantly recognized as that of a girl who could charge two thousand pounds a night.


    Meanwhile, Andrew was well-prepared, having arranged for all witnesses rted to the incident and exerting pressure on the court to expedite the hearings.


    The following day, Katie Price contacted Aldrich''s camp through herwyer, hoping for a private settlement where Aldrich would withdraw hiswsuit in exchange for her promise not to interfere with him again.


    However, Aldrich showed no mercy and tly rejected her offer.


    During training ahead of the mid-week League Cup quarter-finals, the atmosphere within Millwall was somewhat odd. The yers couldn''t help but nce at Aldrich on the sidelines from time to time.


    "Robert, are you cking off? Twops around the pitch, go!"


    Aldrich shouted with a stern face. Pir��s helplessly raised his hand and began to jog around the pitch, while the other yers chuckled to themselves.


    Having their manager embroiled in a scandal wasn''t a good thing, especially for the mature and self-disciplined professional yers. If their boss couldn''tmand their respect, it could create rifts in their coborative rtionships. ying football may be a profession, but interpersonal dynamics still y a major role.


    The rtionship between the manager and yers is often one of mentorship, ideally characterized as that between a good teacher and friend. If Aldrich was unable to conduct himself well, he wouldck the authority to demand discipline from his yers off the field.


    A day before heading to the Molineux Stadium, Aldrich attended a press conference alone.


    British reporters have a habit of asking unrted questions, regardless of the asion. When Aldrich''s rtionship with Mnie was exposed, he had merely given a few straightforward answers. However, since their rtionship was kept notably low-key, there were no juicy topics for the tabloid reporters to dig into. Today, however, the focus shifted to Aldrich''s ongoing defamation case.


    Facing questions from the journalistsing thick and fast, Aldrich raised his hands to calm them, responding impatiently, "I will say this only once: She wants to make money, and I won''t give it to her for free. So I gave her a chance to earn money, hoping she would do the right thing and stop bothering me. But she chose to nder my reputation, so I had to seek legal remedies. That''s the whole story. From now on, I refuse to answer any more questions unrted to the matches."


    The journalists were eager for more details, but Aldrich remained tight-lipped. Eventually, the press conference had no choice but to refocus on football.


    Manchester City had been struggling in recent years, nearly facing relegation for the past three seasons. This season, they plummeted further, remaining in the relegation zone since the beginning. Against such a backdrop, Aldrich aimed to field his strongest lineup, even away from home, as he had no reason to fear Manchester City.


    The following day, Millwall set off for Manchester with renewed vigor. At Molineux Stadium, Manchester City opted to use argely reserve lineup in order to preserve their strength for the league, knowing that while winning the cup was important, the price of relegation from the Premier League would outweigh any potential glory.


    Millwall turned the tables at Molineux Stadium, securing a clean three-goal victory thanks to Trezeguet''s hat trick, advancing to the League Cup semifinals with their heads held high.


    The weekend league fixture was the final match of the first half of the Premier League season, where Millwall, ying at home, sent out a younger lineup and emerged victorious with a narrow win over their London rivals, Queens Park Rangers.


    As the first half of the league wrapped up, Aldrich''s Millwall trailed Newcastle United by eight points at the top of the table, but their debut season had been thrilling enough.


    However, he began to feel a headache brewing.


    The Christmas rush had begun.


    Despitest season''s experience, many of the yers from out of town were still feeling homesick, struggling to adapt to the relentless packed schedule without a winter break.


    The biggest worry was that in early January, Millwall would face Leeds United in the League Cup semifinals, two crucial matches that Aldrich valued highly. But in between, the Premier League would be fast-paced, forcing Millwall to endure a grueling second-half schedule.


    On Christmas Day, Ferguson''s new generation of Red Devils arrived at The Den. Cantona''s return boosted the morale of the squad, and memories of the league''s first matchup half a season ago were still fresh. In the festive spirit of Christmas, Millwall and Manchester United would once again deliver a show for the fans.


    3:3.


    Unlike the first round of the league, Millwall managed to equalize twice in the final twenty minutes after being behind the entire match, causing Ferguson to curse on the sidelines in frustration.


    Aldrich''s expression was somewhat grim at the end of the match.


    Of the three goals conceded, aside from Andy Cole''s long-range shot, two were partly the goalkeeper''s fault.


    Keller was not a top-ss goalkeeper, and his weaknesses showed when facing a strong team.


    However, young goalkeeper Butt, who had already yed eight matches this season, was performing increasingly well. Although the opponents weren''t strong, he consistently made spectacr saves against a slightly weaker defense, demonstrating the vital quality every goalkeeper needs: stability.


    Butt exhibited that quality.


    After the match, Aldrich invited Ferguson for a drink, but due to it being Christmas, Ferguson regretfully suggested they catch up next time.


    To get ready for the first leg of the League Cup semifinal in early January, Aldrich decided to field a mostly substitute squad for the twenty-first round away match at Highbury against Arsenal. Under Rioch''s management, Arsenal had a rocky start this season but was gradually hitting its stride, sitting at sixth ce in the league standings. Though they were no longer in the title race, they trailed Millwall and Manchester United by only seven points. This, however, marked a season of failure for Rioch, as Arsenal still could not escape the dreary legacy of their past boring football. While he seeded in stabilizing the team and reviving their fighting spirit, he failed to implement any essential changes in their tactical style.


    Thus, Arsenal''s defensively oriented team encountered Millwall''s youthful squad, resulting in a dull 0:0 match in the second league encounter.


    Millwall fell behind Manchester United in the standings by another point, as the draw against Manchester United allowed Newcastle United to benefit, widening their lead to eleven points over Manchester United and twelve points over Millwall before January arrived.


    At this time, Ferguson directed all his efforts toward the league, openly attacking Kevin Keegan with sharp words.


    In a moment of anger, Kevin Keegan lost hisposure during a BBC interview, stating, "I really want to beat Manchester United, I really, really want to beat Manchester United..."


    His tone was one of reluctance, and although he was clearly the leading side, he seemed tock confidence, which made him aughingstock among the fans.


    Kevin Keegan resembled a top student who scored first in the midterm exam, suddenly taunted by the ss monitor, saying it didn''t count for much since they would surely lose first ce in the final exam��the first ce was reserved for the monitor��causing the seemingly good student''s mentality to shift.


    Aldrich had no intention of engaging in a war of words; he was focused on his own team. He aimed to give his yers more rotation this season to set the groundwork for the second half.


    Leeds United, ranked fifth for the past two years, faced a significant decline this season, struggling to distance themselves from the relegation zone and remaining mid-table. They werementably distracted by the league, while Aldrich concentrated on the cuppetition.


    The first leg of the League Cup semifinal took ce at The Den, where Millwall seized the advantage with goals from Larsson and Nedved, winning 2:0.


    Liverpool had been trailing Millwall since the season began. The lingering bitterness from their reversal at Anfield weighed heavily on their minds as they came to The Den seeking revenge. However, Aldrich''s team was least afraid of facing an opponent willing tounch an all-out attack.


    In a thrilling match that finished 3-2, Solskj?r scored twice and Glenn Shar''s goal enabled the team to clinch a dramatic victory over Liverpool just before the final whistle. In his first season in the Premier League, Aldrich aplished the remarkable feat of achieving a double over the traditional powerhouse Liverpool.


    However, they then faced a draw against ckburn at home.


    The Millwall fans were now less concerned about the league standings.


    In front of thousands, Millwall managed a 1:1 draw against Leeds United at End Road, advancing to the League Cup finals with an aggregate score of 3:1 over their opponents.


    Their final match opponent was Aston Vi, currently ranked fifth in the league.

 Chapter 115: A Much-Needed Break

    <h4>Chapter 115: A Much-Needed Break</h4>


    "Signs of Copse! The Lions Lack Momentum!"


    "The youngmander is satisfied; congrattions to Millwall on their sessful relegation battle. Your holiday begins now."


    "2:1! Nottingham Forest ends the Lions'' 23-game unbeaten streak at City Ground!"


    ...


    The media has always loved to sensationalize, creating eye-catching headlines. Following Millwall''s advancement to the League Cup finals, they suffered their first defeat of the season in a Premier League match against Nottingham Forest, where their unbeaten record was broken.


    Major newspapers began to mock them relentlessly. Aldrich didn''t pay attention to the news, but he still conducted a deep post-match analysis.


    The medical team''s report indicated that the yers were not in a state of extreme fatigue physically. However, their psychological assessments revealed a growing sense of weariness towards the game at this stage.


    The team had too many non-English yers who were unustomed to ying without a winter break. The added pressure of having to y during traditional holidays like Christmas created significant mental fluctuations. This had been a noticeable issuest year in League One, and the higher intensity of Premier League games made it even harder for them to maintain focus.


    Everyone has moments when they want to take a break or escape when faced with difficulties. Professional yers can''t refuse to work through a strike, but their concentration and physical excitement on the field can''t always be maintained at the highest level.


    Aldrich knew he couldn''t solve this issue through training or verbalmunication alone. Addressing it required a dual approach: the yers had to actively adapt to their environment, and the coaches needed to arrange the match schedule more reasonably. For example, Sir Alex Ferguson would sometimes give core yers a break in January to allow them to adjust.


    Aldrich nned to do the same. He intended to give the yers a four-day break after the midweek FA Cup match. The FA Cup was scheduled for Tuesday night, and the weekend league match would take ce on Monday night, leaving about five days in between.


    The FA Cup match was against the weaker Wigan, and it was at home, but Aldrich didn''t take it lightly. The team''s recent instability made him wary of a potential upset at home, even against an unremarkable opponent.


    After losing to Nottingham Forest over the weekend and facing severe criticism from the media, the yers'' fighting spirit was ignited. The starters led the team to a resounding seven-goal victory against Wigan at home, advancing to the next round of the FA Cup.


    After the post-match interviews, Aldrich walked towards the locker room to inform the yers about their holiday ns.


    However, while pulling out his phone along the way, he noticed a message from his brother Bat, prompting him to step into a corner to return the call.


    "Aldrich, do you have any free time recently?"


    "What for?"


    "I have a friend in America inviting me to watch the Super Bowl. I''m not too interested in football, but I thought maybe you would be."


    "The Super Bowl? When is it?"


    "This Sunday."


    "Sunday. I''ll call you back shortly. By the way, do you have VIP tickets?"


    "I''m not sure. I''ll ask around. If you''reing, I''ll arrange for a box for us."


    After hanging up, Aldrich pondered for a moment before heading to the locker room.


    After crushing a weaker team by seven goals, the yers weren''t jumping for joy but managed to have a good shower and snack happily in the locker room. There''s typically an abundance of food waiting for the yers post-game, which might not be the best of traditions��if it weren''t for that, maybe Sir Alex Ferguson wouldn''t have had the infamous pizza encounter yearster!


    After Aldrich walked into the locker room, Pires, who scored two goals today, handed him a drink. Aldrich smiled and waved his hand to politely decline.


    He leaned against the wall by the locker room door, noticing a new FA Cup poster alongside the existing League Cup poster.


    As the yers finished showering and changed their clothes, they clearly saw that Aldrich had something to say. They sat quietly, with some hungry yers grabbing food to munch on.


    "I know it''s been a tough timetely. Not being able to be with your families during Christmas is painful. With no winter break and daily training, while your friends enjoy their holidays, you all have to keep up the hard work. It''s tough, I get it."


    The yers remained silent, looking at Aldrich. Between them, there was no need for pretentiousness; they could be candid with him. There was no need to falsely shake their heads and say, "Boss, we''re warriors. As long as we can y, we don''t mind!"


    First and foremost, they were human beings before they were professional yers��there''s no denying that.


    If the team wereprised entirely of English yers, Aldrich wouldn''t have said such things; he would have harshly criticized their poor performances. English yers, having grown up as fans, understood the scheduling from a young age. They were already aware of the demands of ying for English clubs, so when the influx of international yers began, those whoined the most about the schedule weren''t the homegrown yers but the foreign yers and coaches.


    Aldrich continued, "This month isn''t over yet, but we''ve already yed three league games, two League Cup matches, and one FA Cup match. In five days, we have another league match waiting for us. I can''t hypocritically tell you to just tough it out and continue striving for victory. I think you all need some time to rx, so I''ve decided to give the team a four-day break. We''ll return for training on Monday before the match. You can stay home until then, and I n to take a short trip to America myself. You might not care much about American sports, but this weekend, the Super Bowl, a widely anticipated event in the U.S., will take ce. I intend to watch the game, and if anyone wants to join me, you''re very wee to bring your family or girlfriend. The club will cover all expenses. London''s weather is terrible right now, and I could use some fresh air. If anyone is interested,e to my officeter to let me know."


    Aldrich finished speaking with a smile, and as he turned to leave, he heard thunderous cheers erupting from the locker room.


    They were indeed exhausted, not necessarily physically, but mentally.


    Aldrich giving them a break felt like a windfall.


    In this era, the yers'' ies were not sufficient for them to splurge on luxury homes, sports cars, and global travels; their rare opportunity to travel came when following the team in Europeanpetitions. Now, with Aldrich offering a free trip to America, everyone signed up. Staying back in London meant just resting at home, so a trip with their families was much more appealing.


    Aldrich gathered the coaching staff in his office, spending the evening tallying the numbers, including the yers'' families and girlfriends. Nearly a hundred people were set to travel.


    After discussing the travel ns with Bat, he readily agreed to handle everything without hesitation.


    The next morning, Aldrich had breakfast at home with Andrew.


    Andrew was dressed impably in a suit, having arrived early at Aldrich''s apartment with hot coffee and sandwiches, as Aldrich needed to attend court today, where the defamation case would finally conclude.


    As Aldrich put on his suit and prepared to leave with Andrew, he heard the doorbell ring. Upon opening the door, he was greeted by a stylishly dressed woman with a smile on her face. "I''m here to apany you to court today."


    A year ago, Mnie had appeared as a simple girl, but now she disyed a fashionable edge, her fitted ck coat ttering her slender figure, and her long hair tied up in a ponytail made her look fresh.


    Aldrich naturally had no objections. The three of them drove to the district court in two cars.


    In the car, Mnie told Aldrich that the Spice Girls'' album recording had wrapped up, and she had some time off. Aldrich then shared his uing schedule with her.


    "Going to America? Why didn''t you invite me?"


    "I didn''t know you were on vacation. You didn''t mention it during our callst night."


    "I wanted to surprise you."


    "Thanks, I''m surprised. Are you happy?"


    Mnie rolled her eyes and said, "Let''s go to America together, is that okay?"


    "It''s fine; I''d be happy for you to join. I just hope there won''t be anyst-minute changes at the court."


    Aldrich replied tly.


    Katie Price was also supposed to attend court that day. She didn''t look too well; while her career wasn''t badly affected��her profile as a page three girl had actually increased, and sales were good��many filmpanies had invited her.


    Some realities required necessary facades.


    There''s an old saying: when being a whore, one must keep up appearances.


    Girls like her need a shield of virtue.


    She hoped this incident could be resolved quickly, allowing the public to forget the ridicule and harassment stemming from her "priced" services that brought her ��2,000 for one night.


    The court delivered its verdict that morning.


    Aldrich''s injunction became effective; from now on, Katie Price could not contact Aldrich directly. If she vited this order, she could face jail time.


    The defamation charge was also upheld, but it only required Katie to issue a public apology.


    Yet Aldrich was found to have solicited questionable transactions during the phone recording��despite it being a setup on his part. The judge insisted that Aldrich had to share some responsibility, so he was fined a symbolic mary amount for his trouble and sentenced to perform 40 hours ofmunity service.


    Both Aldrich and Katie Priceplied with the ruling.


    To Aldrich, doingmunity service was no big deal. He could easily spare ten hours a week for volunteer work. Within a month, he would be done.


    Moreover, volunteering in East London, where Millwall was located, might even lead to some good publicity.


    After putting that scandal behind him, Aldrich and the Millwall club staff, yers, and their families��over a hundred strong��boarded a chartered ne bound for New York, America, in the evening.

 Chapter 116: A Surprising Meeting

    <h4>Chapter 116: ?A Surprising Meeting</h4>


    Aldrich''s decision to take the entire team on vacation to the United States may have seemed unconventional at the time, but a decade or twoter, such actions wouldn''t be viewed as out of the ordinary. During the mid-season, many clubs typically offer their yers a break or arrangemercial activities��amercial match, perhaps, or tickets to a horse race, an NBA game, or a baseball match.


    For Aldrich, the focus was on helping the yers unwind. Most importantly, he aimed to alleviate their mental fatigue and provide them with a chance to reset their mindset.


    The atmosphere on the chartered ne was lively at first, with the women chatting animatedly in groups while the men yed cards. Aldrich joined his fellow coaches for a friendly poker game, partaking in casual gambling for entertainment.


    However, the excitement didn''tst long. Once the high spirits faded, everyone slipped on their eye masks to catch some sleep. The flight was long enough for a good rest.


    Because of the time difference, when the nended in New York, it was a dazzling 8 PM, while it had been 5 PM in London when Aldrich boarded. They had spent nearly eight hours in the air.


    As Aldrich and the others walked out of the airport, they were taken aback by the sight awaiting them.


    Ten stretched Lincoln SUVs awaited outside, and from the middle vehicle, Bat stepped out, dressed in a suit, smiling and waving at Aldrich.


    "Boss, what''s this all about?"


    Schneider, apanied by his German girlfriend, blinked in surprise at the extravagant wee.


    Aldrich waved his hand and saw the people behind him hesitating. He therefore took Mnie toward Bat and got into the car,After they got into the car, this finally reassured the other onlookers that the luxurious stretch Lincoln was meant for them.


    "Do we really need all this fuss? It''s just a vacation," Aldrich remarked as he settled into the vehicle. Bat smiled at Mnie, then opened the small fridge inside the car, saying, "Help yourself."


    Mnie sat beside Aldrich, a bit stiff, smiling and waving her hand.


    Bat then turned his attention back to Aldrich, exining, "It''s just a rental car; it''s not like we bought them. We''re heading to the hotel now, take a couple of days to enjoy New York, and then we''ll go to Arizona in a couple of days. Miss Chisholm, I have some personal matters to discuss with Aldrich, so please go ahead and rest at the hotel with the others, okay?"


    Despite his nonchnt tone, Bat''s words carried an undeniable authority from his years of business experience, making it hard to refuse. Mnie nodded in agreement; she wasn''t the type to stir up trouble.


    Soon, the convoy stopped in front of the hotel, and the others got out to settle in. Bat had already arranged for avish dinner in the hotel''s restaurant, but he continued on with Aldrich to Manhattan, the business hub of New York.


    As the night enveloped the city, they got out in front of a modern office building. Walking side by side, Bat whispered, "Right next door is Wall Street. I originally nned to set up a subsidiary there, but remembering your advice about staying low-key, I bought three floors here for our North American branch."


    "Why bring me here?" Aldrich asked as they entered the elevator, still confused.


    Bat replied straightforwardly, "There''s a high-level meeting happening, and I''d like you to attend."


    "I know nothing about business."


    "That''s fine; you can just observe and speak if you want."


    Aldrich raised his eyebrows but didn''t say anything further.


    Even though it was nighttime, Bat''s employees were still at their posts. They didn''t appear overly busy, but there was a palpable seriousness to their demeanor, especially when Bat entered. Respect filled their gazes.


    When they entered the conference room, Aldrich noticed there weren''t many people inside��only eight, with ages ranging from those in their thirties to a few nearing fifty. They all stood up to show respect. Once Bat closed the door, he gestured for everyone to sit, deliberately pulling out a chair beside him for Aldrich.


    The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to Aldrich, curious about this young man.


    After sitting down, Bat straightened his back and said, "This is my brother, Aldrich. Now, let''s start the meeting."


    The meeting resembled a typicalpany''s annual review and projections for the new year. Aldrich had a document in front of him and opened it to nce through. It made his head spin a little, so he closed it and rested his eyes instead.


    The attendees were likelypany executives discussing ns for investments and operations for the uing year, analyzing market trends across various sectors, and reviewing the past year''s market report and research results.


    Real estate, finance, and industrial investment��Bat''spany was not limited to a single type of investment, but Aldrich found none of it interesting.


    Time passed, and after various opinions were voiced, the conference room fell silent again as Bat pondered.


    "Ah~~~~!" Aldrich yawned unceremoniously, catching everyone''s attention. Several looks of discontent appeared.


    Bat, however, smiled and turned to Aldrich, asking, "What do you think?"


    "I have no thoughts."


    "Aldrich, are you distancing yourself from me?"


    Aldrich scratched his head, thought for a moment, and finally said, "The Inte."


    "The Inte?" Everyone exchanged puzzled nces, while Bat, intrigued, asked, "Can you borate?"


    "Right now, Inte technology isn''t widespread, but with the rapid development of the IT industry,puters will enter every household. They are easy to use, and ordinary people can pick them up quickly. Microsoft''s new operating system is already a sign of this trend, and I believe the Inte will soon be mainstream."


    "What about itsmercial value?" asked a man in his fifties, frowning.


    Aldrich shrugged, saying, "With aputer connected to the Inte, you can browse thetest news from around the world from anywhere. You can watch various videos, movies, shows, and even adult content. You can use Inte tforms to make friends and chat, and you can conveniently trade stocks from home, among other things. This is a trend, and the foundation of the Inte in the near future will rely onputers. Eventually, it may be mobile phones, which are basically portableputers that can perform all the functions I mentioned. Of course, I''m just an outsider and don''t intend to argue with you; it wouldn''t make sense. But think about it��half a century ago, aputer took up the space of a basketball court, and today, it can fit on a one-square-meter desk. This is proof of technological advancement. The world will be a global vige, and with the Inte, there are no limits to creativity��only the boundaries of what you can imagine. If you can imagine it, you can profit from it."


    The room fell silent again. Aldrich wasn''t eager to look at anyone''s faces; he never expected to be cheered for saying something remarkable. That wasn''t going to happen. Even if history proved his predictions right in the future, there would always be mixed doubts at the present.


    After a moment of contemtion, Bat smiled at Aldrich and asked, "Anything else?"


    "Nothing more; can I leave now?"


    "Tom, please see Aldrich back to the hotel," Bat instructed as he stood to apany him. Aldrich walked away without looking back.


    Bat watched Aldrich enter the car before he returned his attention to the room. Someone behind him frowned and said, "Boss, with all due respect, what is your brother''s educational background?"


    "Education? Ha ha ha ha, so funny!"


    "Nine years back, I was thrown into the chaos of the London Stock Exchange, surrounded by a bunch of overachievers. Every single person looked down on me like I was just some kid hanging around the grown-ups'' table. They had better degrees, sharper brains, harder work ethics, a killerwork, and plenty of connections. I was the underdog, watching them bask in the glory of rising stocks, swaggering off tovish dinners with stunning women, and living the high life while I sat there broke. I came to a tough realization: I''d never outsmart them, and there was no way I could spend five years chasing their advanced degrees. But then, on a particr Monday eight years ago, while my so-called mentors mocked me for putting all my money into a sinking ship, I was utterly terrified��so much so that I nearly wet my pants! I just sat in my seat, trying to y it cool, even spilling coffee on myp in a desperate attempt to mask my panic. That week, I saw three traders jump from the rooftop, while I managed to pull in almost a million pounds. The rest of my so-called seniors were crashing and burning, and here I was, proudly walking out of the exchange with my head high despite my soaked pants, soaking in the envy of those around me. And it was all thanks to my younger brother, the one who quit school after elementary, who told me to go for it. Over thest decade, I''ve learned two crucial things: first, every investment is a gamble; degrees and experience guarantee nothing at all. Second, hard work doesn''t stand a chance against luck; when God decides you''ll lose it all, victory isn''t happening! I truly believe my younger brother is God''s gift to the Hall family, just like his name implies��''rich'' will make us all wealthy!"


    The business elites listened, enthralled. In different circumstances, they would have scoffed, but Bat''s legendary sessmanded their respect.


    "As my younger brother suggested, you should shift your focus to the inte. I find his reasoning quite sound, especially since Microsoft has already given me a taste of sess."


    With that, Bat''smand was met with serious agreement from everyone.


    Unbeknownst to Aldrich, his unexpected attendance at this meeting during their vacation in America ended up inadvertently paving the way for the future rise of the Hall family''s Inte empire.

 Chapter 117: A Night to Remember

    <h4>Chapter 117: A Night to Remember</h4>


    Aldrich returned to the hotel at around 11 PM. After checking in at the front desk, he grabbed his room key and stepped into the elevator, heading up to his suite. This top-tier hotel suite was incredibly luxurious and asfortable as home. Aldrich turned on the lights and copsed onto the bed. Although he had managed to sleep a bit on the ne, it had been restless, and now he felt a bit dazed.


    Thud, thud, thud...


    Suddenly, Aldrich''s eyes shot open; the faint sound of footsteps in the room made him alert.


    "Is it a thief?"


    He quickly rolled over to sit up, grabbing the cordless phone from the nightstand as a makeshift weapon.


    "Who''s there?! Don''te any closer, or I''ll make you regret it!" Aldrich shouted, only to be momentarily taken aback.


    Standing at the foot of the bed was Mnie, wearing a sheerce nightgown. Her slender figure was barely concealed, and her deep brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. Despite wearing little, she appeared to have put in considerable effort into her appearance, especially with the intoxicating fragrance that enveloped the room.


    Aldrich''s reaction amused Mnie. She pointed to the petite cordless phone and said, "If I were a burr, would you really n to use that against me?"


    Aldrich tossed the phone aside, lunging at her like a predator, pulling her into his arms. In her peals ofughter and squeals, he fiercely pressed his lips against hers.


    They both knew what was about to happen next. At first, Mnie simply held Aldrich''s head in her arms, but soon she took the initiative to remove his shirt. When she saw his chiseled eight-pack abs, she was utterly stunned.


    Aldrich stood up, teasingly showing off his physique and proudly said, "When I was ten, I did a hundred sit-ups every day for a month. The next month, it was two hundred, and after a year, a thousand!"


    With a flushed face, Mnie gasped, "Didn''t you want to be a coach when you were young?"


    Aldrich chuckled, "Well, I needed a backup n. If I couldn''t be a coach, I could always model. I''ll be fine as long as I can support myself. Besides, I may not be vain, but I''d like to have some charm in front of girls."


    "You''re already very vain!" Mnieughed.


    Aldrichy back down, closing his eyes. "Hey, how about you do a backflip? Just like in those music videos."


    "I''m afraid I''ll crush you!"


    Mnie straddled him and leaned down, and they began to kiss again.


    In a passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined, they quickly lost all their clothes in the heat of the moment.


    As the saying goes, when ites to women, it''s all about the body, and Mnie, as a sporty girl, had remarkable flexibility and stunning skin, especially in all the right ces. Although her bosom wasn''t especially prominent, Aldrich couldn''t get enough of her, especially due to her incredible bounce.


    Their breaths echoed in the room. As Mnie reclined, waiting for Aldrich''s embrace, the excitement overwhelming him, Aldrich suddenly paused, puzzled. He looked at her body quivering beneath him, gently pressed his hand on her soft butt and asked, "Honey, why are you shivering? Are you having issues? Is it too stimting?"


    With her cheeks flushed, Mnie turned her head to look at him and, finally shyly shutting her eyes, said, "It''s going to hurt the first time! I''m a little scared."


    Aldrich scratched his head and asked, "Are Liverpool girls this conservative?"


    "Please! I was only neen when the Spice Girls formed. I didn''t have time to date; I had to train in singing, dancing, and acting every day. Not every Liverpool girl has endless time to hit the club in a bikini! F*** you, Aldrich! Hurry up! Don''t leave me in suspense; this isn''t pleasant. Just how bad will the pain be?!"


    Aldrich raised one hand in a mock salute and said seriously, "Sorry, but I can''t answer that question."


    Inside, he couldn''t help but admire Mnie. Many achieve sess through both talent and hard work, and perhaps it was her past efforts that allowed her to enjoy immense sess in the music industry even after the Spice Girls disbanded. She was, after all, set to be the female artist with the most number-one singles in UK chart history.


    Mnie found Aldrich''s gesture amusing and buried her face in the pillow, saying, "You''re definitely gay! And at a time like this, still... ah... it hurts!"


    "Ah... it hurts!"


    Aldrich pressed against her, and Mnie frowned, sweat on her forehead. She lifted her head to see Aldrich right in front of her, exhaling sharply andughing through the pain, "What are you yelling about? I''m the one in pain!"


    Aldrich gazed into her eyes without flinching, whispering, "I''m really in pain too; it''s too tight."


    Mnie''s face turned crimson as she bumped her forehead against his, gritting her teeth, "You''re not much of a man."


    "Aha! Well then, let me show you whether I am a man. Here''s a little secret: I''m still a virgin!"


    "From the moment I met you, you''ve been aplete liar! You''re way too skilled; do you think I''d believe you?"


    "Believe me, I''m truly a virgin��it''s been around ten years since I''ve been involved with a woman!"


    "Can you please stop joking at a time like this? Honey, it feels a little weird."


    "Then let''s go for it!"


    That night, the two revelled in the exuberance of youth, tirelessly exploring their newfound passion in bed.


    The next morning, Aldrich and Mnie set out hand in hand, joined by theirpanions, roaming the streets of New York City. Their imposing group attracted a lot of attention wherever they went, with agents from modeling agencies approaching them to hand out business cards; men and women alike were invited.


    Who could me them? This crew looked effortlessly stylish in casual wear.


    They toured Rockefeller Center, ascended the Empire State Building, and took in a Broadway show. Aldrich was thrilled with this trip, at least the days were filled withughter, and the yers and their families wore smiles of happiness.


    On the weekend three dayster, Aldrich and his friends arrived at the Arizona Sun Devil Stadium. The 30th Super Bowl was about to take ce here.


    The Super Bowl is the unofficial biggest holiday in the United States, a true national event. Since it is a single-elimination game held on just one day, itter became recognized by Forbes as the mostmercially valuable sporting event in the world. ssicmercials are aired during this event, along with the biggest musical artists performing at halftime.


    The boastfulness of "hundreds of thousands of dors per second" is genuinely showcased on the Super Bowl stage, where thirty-secondmercials can indeed be valued in the millions of dors. Converted to RMB, it turns out to really be hundreds of thousands per second.


    In the luxury box at Sun Devil Stadium where Aldrich and his friends watched the game, they felt rxed. The women chatted about their experiences in the past few days. Mnie wasn''t the type to cling to men; she was independent and had a strong will, never needing to hover around Aldrich. He liked this way of interacting. Standing in front of the box window, he looked down at the stadium, which had nearly eighty thousand seats filled to capacity. The cameras inside the luxury box frequently scanned the corners of the stadium during this grand American event, which featured various high-profile guests from all walks of life��including sports, politics, music, and film.


    Aldrich was unfamiliar with any of the celebrities; all he wanted was to appreciate a thrilling Rugby match.


    The two teams vying for the championship this year were the Das Cowboys and the Pittsburgh Steelers.


    "Boss, thank you. I''ve really enjoyed these past few days with my family," Nedv��d said as he approached Aldrich.


    Aldrich smiled over his shoulder, saying, "No problem at all. Life is about bncing work and leisure. If you can enjoy both, it makes life a lot happier."


    "Boss, do you like watching Rugby?"


    The still-single Pirlo also came over, followed by Schneider, Larsson, Back, and others.


    They were all dressed in suits. After the game, they would head straight to the airport and return to London.


    Aldrich crossed his arms and smiled, "I can''t say I''m a fan, but I watch it asionally. Football from the UK has transformed into what Americans call Rugbyand has be the most popr sport here."


    When ites to American sports, perhaps in a decade or so, everyone will directly refer to the NBA. However, in the United States, the NBA has never surpassed the poprity of Rugby and baseball; in fact, even before themercial promotion of the NBA, it was less popr than professional ice hockey.


    Aldrich specifically called Pirlo over and quietly asked, "How has training at the club been over the past few months?"


    Pirlo replied honestly, "It''s been alright. I can meet Coach Nagy''s requirements, but I don''t quite understand what my role is in the game. Boss, every yer wants to be the key yer, and I do too."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement, saying, "Hmm, you''re right. Do you know which position on the football team is typically the star?"


    Pirlo shook his head.


    "The quarterback. This position embodies American mainstream values and is considered the brain and soul of the team. Just look at how often the quarterback is chosen as the Most Valuable yer; it eclipses all other positions. The biggest matchups in football are often referred to as the ''Super Bowl of Quarterbacks,'' simr to how we talk about shes between two star number 10s in football."


    Pirlo pondered this. He knew Aldrich had a purpose in sharing this with him, so he waited for more.


    Aldrich continued, "In football, we have defined the number 10 and number 9 yers, even the 9.5 position, but traditionally, the number 4 position was never truly defined until a Dutchman introduced his tactical philosophy at Barcelona. That man was Cruyff, and during his tactical experimentation, he saw sess with a yer named Guardi. Guardi was instrumental in Barcelona''s four consecutive league titles and their ascension in Europe. The Dream Team created by Cruyff is still fresh in our minds, especially since it happened just a few years back. Andrea, perhaps you didn''t pay attention to football before, but today, just rx and enjoy this Super Bowl matchup. Pay close attention to the quarterbacks and their roles on the field, and then I''ll tell you whether you can be a key yer in football in the future."

 Chapter 118: deep-lying playmaker

    <h4>Chapter 118: deep-lying ymaker</h4>


    The electrifying atmosphere of Sun Magic Stadium ignited the spectators'' rationality as they passionately and joyfully enjoyed today''s Super Bowl.


    Aldrich held his drink while overlooking the field, surrounded by a group of yers. Some understood the rules of Rugby, while others didn''t, but that didn''t really matter; Rugby wasn''t a particrly difficult sport to understand.


    Especially with the clear distinction between offense and defense in the game, it was easy to see which team was attacking and which was defending.


    Just watching the game for five minutes would show that the team that was on offense after the kickoff was led by the core yer, the quarterback.


    Das Cowboys'' Aikman and Pittsburgh Steelers'' O''Donnell were two superstar quarterbacksmanding their teams'' offensive ys.


    When Aikmanpleted a precise long pass to advance his team''s yardage, Aldrich turned to Pirlo and smiled, "The demands on a quarterback are quite high. Passing is a fundamental skill; both long and short passes have to be incredibly precise. At the same time, they need to read the game''s dynamics in an instant and deliver the ball to a safe spot. Sometimes they take risks, but those risks can be significant. If they seed, it could directly help a teammate score a touchdown. If they fail and the opponent intercepts, it could lead to catastrophic consequences."


    Pirlo listened earnestly. With his football knowledge, he understood that Aldrich''s insights were also applicable to the football field.


    The quarterback isn''t the frontliner like a running back, but they are definitely the soul of the team��a strategic genius calling the shots from behind the scenes.


    However, Pirlo knew that in contemporary football, it was still the era of the ymaker. So he asked, "Is the quarterback the number 10 yer in football?"


    Aldrich shook his head and replied, "The number 10 yer is the team''s core, someone who can pass, dribble, and shoot, which requires a very high skill set. Andrea, I want to discuss the tactical trends in football with you and your teammates; this is crucial for your future development. Because when you reach your peak in your professional career, you will be in the middle of evolving tactical trends in football. Of course, I can''t predict with certainty what transformations will ur in football tactics over the next ten or twenty years, but some changes are surely on the horizon."


    The yers'' expressions grew more serious; discussing tactics with their coach wasn''t a job requirement, but it would definitely aid their growth and help them understand Aldrich''s game ns for their roles on the field.


    Aldrich pondered thoughtfully, "Let''s revisit the evolution of tactical formations in football �� 1-2-3-5, WM, 4-2-4, 4-4-2, 3-4-3, 4-3-3, 4-5-1, and so on. One clear trend is the increasing rationality in formation structure, with a decrease in the number of forwards and an increase in midfield yers. Why is that? Beyond the influence of rules, the most important factor is tactical innovation. In the 1930s, Arsenal employed the WM formation, in the 1960s, Italy introduced chained defense, and in the 1970s, the Nethends showcased total football. Today, it''s almost impossible to witness a tactical revolution because the world is entering a synchronized era, meaning the most popr tactics will be studied and imitated, making it hard for anyone to innovate. However, certain countries out of sync with the world may dazzle us with their tactics, like North Korea deploying a bizarre 3-3-1 formation. But thinking from another angle, their refusal to synchronize with the world allows for such unconventional innovations, albeit they often fail."


    The yers were spellbound by Aldrich''s speech, captivated as athletes who naturally enjoyed hearing oundish yet sensible perspectives.


    "4-4-2 is often regarded as a formation pioneered by Ennd and remains in use today. However, back in the day, Maslov from Dynamo Kyiv had already shifted to a 4-4-2 formation, facing fierce criticism at the time. His 4-4-2 was simr to Ennd''s that won the World Cup, but they weren''t directly linked. Maslov defended himself by stating: ''Football is like an airne; as speed increases, air resistance increases, so you must make the nose more aerodynamic.'' This statement might seem meaningless at first, but I believe it''s suggesting that as yers get faster, finding space bes more challenging. Therefore, attacking yers must hide more effectively to avoid being defended against."


    Aldrich''s words resonated with the yers, causing many to nod in agreement.


    Even top forwards can find themselves tightly marked at times and have games where they shine little. Thus, in attack, two critical aspects must be addressed: identify defensive weaknesses and conceal the attack points.


    Pirlo seemed to have an epiphany and said, "Withdrawn forwards."


    Aldrich snapped his fingers and nodded, "Yes, withdrawn forwards or the diversification of forward roles. When a forward possesses organizational skills, their withdrawal can disrupt the opponents'' marking n, making our attack more fluid and dynamic. This resembles the ''half-nine'' yers we refer to today. However, yers in this position require exceptionally high technical skills. It might take five years before the football world sees a top yer in that position. Currently, the best yer there is Baggio; he can organize and often assists while also scoring. But not every yer who wants to y that position can reach his level; that''s a limitation of ability. Many attacking midfielders can provide assists, and many forwards can score, but achieving a bnce that elevates the team is extremely difficult."


    As he spoke, Aldrich cast a meaningful nce at Nedved.


    yers in that role must be able to pass, dribble, and shoot, and Nedved fits those characteristics. Aldrich hoped he could be that kind of yer.


    Pirlo, however, looked a bit gloomy; he understood his own strengths��dribbling and breaking through were not his strong suits.


    "Do you remember our two matches against Manchester United this season?" Aldrich asked, taking a sip of his drink.


    The yers nodded, vividly recalling the matches.


    Aldrich chuckled, "At a certain level, the shes between offense and defense be brutal. We tightly marked their forwards, and they did the same to our forwards, leaving no room for our attacking yers to operate. So who were the yers that changed the game? It was the ones who dribbled and suddenly burst into the penalty area, or the fullbacks who unexpectedly joined the attack to disrupt the opponents'' defensive rhythm, as well as the forwards who dropped back and struck unexpectedly. It''s not about methodicallypleting attacks on textbook positions with equal numbers. We''ve performed well and scored a lot, but do you understand the context in which our goals were scored?"


    Back blurted out, "Quick transitions after defending."


    The other teammates nodded in agreement. The tactical principles drilled into them during training executed wlessly on the field, which also led their young team to excellent results.


    Aldrich nodded, "Exactly. The tactical trend in football is founded on defense. Waiting for the opponent to set their defensive shape before we attack is challenging. Simrly, setting up our defense and waiting for the opponent to attack can create substantial resistance. Therefore, our attacks are often based on the opponent''s failed offensive move��when they haven''t yet set up their defensive shape after an attack. At that moment, the opponent is likely to have many vulnerabilities. We advance quickly with one touch, and the yers spread out to find gaps. Leveraging speed before the opponentpletes their defense is crucial for us."


    The yers were enraptured, and many of them finallyprehended part of the essence of their current football style through Aldrich''s borate exnation.


    Football is inherently a back-and-forthpetition, unlike Rugby where one side attacks and then switches the offensive team out while the defensive team takes its ce. The fluidity of a football match makes it difficult to define clear phases by the minute or second. As the pace quickens and yer characteristics be increasingly multifaceted, quick counter-attacks are fundamental for top teams. Teams that cannot counter orck counter-attack speed find it hard to im the title.


    "If you''ve ever watched Guardi y, you might agree with me: it seems Barcelona is missing a person. Yes, he seems rather inconspicuous, diligently doing the dirty work in the back, and when he gets the ball, he dutifully passes it to a teammate. Only in some carefully edited highlight reels can you see his ability to deliver threatening passes or make decisive contributions during counter-attacks. But over 90 minutes of y in 42 rounds of La Liga, his standout moments are few. There''s a saying I hope you won''t pass on too widely, lest the media misunderstand and stir up controversy: I believe Guardi is the disciple that Cruyff could not sessfully nurture."


    In this era, even though Guardi holds the title of a football icon, he didn''t stand out much in terms of aplishments and influencepared to contemporaneous midfielders.


    The yers gazed at Aldrich in confusion, awaiting further exnation.


    "I don''t know if Cruyff''s concept of creating a number four yer is simr to that of a quarterback in Rugby, but at the very least, Guardi''s role didn''t entirely replicate that of a Rugby quarterback. He was a key yer in defense and also the main organizer in the attacking backline; both responsibilities rested heavily on him. Achieving what he has today ismendable, but as football matches speed up and physicality intensifies, no yer can excel at both ends. Simply put, yers will be more all-rounded, but in matches, their energy must have a focus. If primary energy is spent on defense, offense will inevitably be sacrificed, and vice versa. Since football is a team sport, I believe the tasks of defense and organizing attacks can be separated, allowing two yers in midfield to maximize their strengths."


    Aldrich has always believed that it was precisely because Guardi wasn''t particrly sessful as a yer��at least, he wouldn''t be considered a world-ss yer��that he was able to refine and elevate Cruyff''s tactical theories when he became a coach. He resolved the contradictions he faced during his ying days. His Dream Team featured Busquets focusing on defense, Xavi emphasizing organization, and Iniesta excelling in offensive support, creating a Barcelona with a terrifying bnce and control between attack and defense.


    And this tactic isrgely employed by many strong teams, separating defensive tasks from organizational elements, capitalizing on each other''s strengths, and maximizing advantages while enabling more skilled teammates to cover weaknesses. The pinnacle of team football doesn''t have to be seamless; rather, it''s about how teammates mutually augment each other, producing an effect greater than the sum of its parts.


    Pirlo''s eyes brightened as he asked, "Boss, why are organizational tasks situated in the back and midfield?"


    Aldrichughed, "Didn''t I mention it earlier? With yers getting faster, attacking points must be concealed deeper. In matches between top teams, the closer you get to the opponent''s penalty area, the less space there is for organization. Having more forwards up top just leads to them being tightly marked. Late runs from attacking yers will be the mainstream form of attack, pushing the organizing area further back. A wave of lethal attack can even spring from the goalkeeper or defenders. Thus, transitioning in midfield and choosing forward attacking points be crucial in determining the oue."


    At this moment, Pirlo experienced an epiphany. He began to understand how Aldrich and Nagy''s training requirements could manifest practically during matches.


    But whether this approach would seed, he wasn''t sure. However, it was surely worth trying.

 Chapter 119: The Missing Millwall

    <h4>Chapter 119: The Missing Millwall</h4>


    Pirlo raised questions about the tactics of ymaking and deep-lying organization, and Aldrich was more than happy to dive into the discussion. Back, Vieira, Nedved, Lampard, and other midfielders eagerly listened in, showing their interest.


    The 1990s marked a high point for the ssic ymaker, yet thereafter, the role saw a significant decline and, even decadester, has nearly vanished from European football. ymakers have progressed to be yers who make incisive runs into the penalty area and support breakthroughs; they no longer bear the entire weight of offensive orchestration. This transformation isrgely a product of the game''s fast pace��yers have be quicker, with an increased emphasis on defensive strategies in midfield and defense, alongside the rise of the "destroyer" role.


    On the other hand, the benefits of deep-lying midfielders are strikingly evident: firstly, they create space that allows exceptional passers to operate with ease; secondly, having a core attacking yer in front draws defensive focus, concealing the attack''s true intentions; and finally, they significantly enhance control in the midfield.


    Aldrich shared his knowledge with the yers, hoping they could view the tacticalndscape from a broader perspective, recognizing the midfield as a critical battleground.


    As the first half of the Super Bowl wrapped up, both teams were neck and neck, and during the halftime break, one of the most explosive halftime shows began, much to the audience''s anticipation.


    The Super Bowl halftime show is a ssic tform where top-tier musical artists perform. Many of the artists who take the stage have already won multiple Grammy Awards, representing the pinnacle of American music. However, Aldrich and his team found little interest in this year''s performer, even though Diana Ross was dered the most sessful female singer in history by Guinness just three years ago.


    Mnie seemed quite excited as she ran over to Aldrich, singing along to Ross''s performance.


    Aldrich felt a pang of regret; he should havee to America for the Super Bowl three years ago.


    The 1993 Super Bowl halftime featured none other than the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, whose performance still holds the record for the highest TV ratings in U.S. history.


    After the halftime show, everyone took a moment to rx before the second half resumed with the Cowboys and the Steelers locked in battle.


    The guys, now familiar with Rugby after the first half, were even more focused and engaged for the following ys.


    They watched as the Pittsburgh Steelers defense repeatedly used power runs to contain their opponent''s offense, almost building a wall of steel in their half. However, Steelers'' superstar quarterback O''Donnell had one of his passes intercepted by the Cowboys'' cornerback, leading to a swift touchdown for the opposition, causing an eruption of gasps from the box!


    Even though they weren''t Rugby fans, they experienced the thrill from the sudden explosion of passion that engulfed the field.


    An attacking pass got intercepted, and the defensive unit raced down the field, striking decisively.


    This scenario was quitemon in football as well, and such a blunder was a critical mistake made by the team''s organizational core, leaving no room for recovering from it.


    Aldrich smiled at the yers and said, "Before the game, I looked up some stats. Steelers'' quarterback O''Donnell has one of the lowest interception rates in the NFL this season, but his passing sess rate is obviously low today. Statistics don''t mean much, especially when ites to predicting oues."


    The Japanese pioneered the early statistical tracking of various mundane data in football, often listing all sorts of statistics about a match in football magazines. While we can''t entirely dismiss the importance of data, it certainly cannot reconstruct the truth of a game because football isn''t a science.


    As the second half intensified, any mistake could lead to irreversible conclusions.


    Aldrich appreciated watching a match that could be referenced in textbooks.


    When the fierce contest concluded, the Das Cowboys triumphed over the Pittsburgh Steelers with a score of 17-16.


    Looking at the post-game statistics, Steelers'' O''Donnell had more pass attempts,pletions, and passing yards than Cowboys'' Aikman. Yet Aikman managed to maintain a higher sess rate, and O''Donnell''s three critical passing mistakes directly contributed to the emergence of the game''s MVP: Cowboys'' cornerback Larry Brown, who had two sessful interceptions that led to 14 points in the second half, thereby turning the tide of the match.


    With the Super Bowl concluded, Aldrich left Sun Magic Stadium with a team full of satisfaction, heading straight to the airport to return to London.


    They arrived in London early Monday morning. The yers managed to get six or seven hours of solid sleep on the ne. After resting at home for a bit, the team took a bus to the Riverside Stadium, Middlesbrough''s new ground for the season.


    The match was set for the evening, and the yers arrived early to familiarize themselves with the venue. The physiotherapists traveled along with the team to help yers rx their muscles and ease tensions.


    Aldrich walked back and forth on the field; while the yers might still feel some fatigue from the journey, their spirits seemed high, and their conversations were filled withughter.


    There is a subtle rtionship between spirit and body; sometimes, even if the physical body is fully energized, a low spirit can make a person feel incapable of fighting. Aldrich believed that the determining factor in a yer''s fighting spirit is their mentality. The body is the foundational equipment for explosive power; as long as they aren''t overly fatigued, the mental state should be the primary focus.


    Middlesbrough, also a newly promoted team, boasted strong performance this season under Brian Robson''s guidance. They had managed to distance themselves significantly from the relegation zone, and with just thirteen more points, they could secure their safety with fourteen league matches remaining.


    Millwall had failed to hold their customary pre-match press conference, causing a stir on Fleet Street.


    They typically enjoy following and covering prominent teams, consistently seeking insights during mid-week training. However, after Millwall finished their FA Cup match on Tuesday, their training ground was abandoned as they prepared for Monday''s league game. Reporters observing the deserted training ground outside spected wildly, thinking that a financial crisis had caused Millwall to vanish without a trace.


    They dug deeply for information but were puzzled by Millwall''s sudden disappearance.


    Overnight, the entire coaching staff and yers from Millwall seemingly vanished.


    Even their attempts to stake out yer apartments yielded no results, leading to local free newspapers proiming, "East London''s supernatural incident: Millwall mysteriously disappears!"


    On the day of the match, Millwall surprisingly appeared at Riverside Stadium, catching everyone off guard.


    They hadn''t returned to their training base but hade straight to the away fixture.


    As the match was about tomence, Riverside Stadium was packed to capacity. Aldrich settled on the bench, appreciating thefort of the new seat. His mind wandered to the ns for his team''s new stadium. Sitting in someone else''s new stadium, he made mental notes for what to expectter; if he was dissatisfied, he would have to address it with the contractors.


    Bryan Robson sauntered over, blocking Aldridge''s view until he looked up and saw Robson. He smiled and said: "Congrattions! We have all avoided relegation!"


    Robsonughed heartily and shook Aldrich''s hand. He then asked, "Where has Millwall beentely?"


    "Hmm?"


    "Reports have been saying Millwall is missing."


    "Oh, I gave the yers some time off. There are too many foreign yers in my squad, and they''re not used to winter without a break."


    "Didn''t it go the samest year when you were in League One?"


    "Ah, you can''t say that. Just because you''ve gone through it once doesn''t mean you can handle it perfectly the next time. It''s a bit like a conditioned reflex; when you reach that stage, it naturally creates an imbnce psychologically."


    "So, managing a team requires studying psychology?"


    "Of course! Didn''t Brazil bring a psychologist when they won the World Cup?"


    "Ha! Is he the same psychologist who said Pel�� was childish and considered Garrincha to be mentally impaired?"


    Both Aldrich and Robson chuckled heartily, enjoying their conversation on the sidelines. The live broadcast naturally focused on the two of them. Robson''s Premier League coaching debut was sessful, while Aldrich''s first season in the Premier League has been nothing short of spectacr. Both coaches were highlighted focal points of the season and notable discoveries in English football, with some media specting about whether the two would coach the Ennd national team in the future.


    For head coaches, it''s a little world within the league, where they can find like-minded friends and also face formidable foes. An individual who stands apart may be the center of attention, but they won''t easily integrate into the mainstream.


    Aldrich counts many friends among his acquaintances, including rk, the Nottingham Forest coach who dealt him his first defeat of the season; they were able to enjoy a pleasant chat after the game. Conversely, his adversaries are well-known, such as Redknapp and Keegan, who also have their issues with him. Aldrich''s stance in public is unmistakably clear; regardless of how he''s interpreted by outsiders, he will never be categorized as just another ordinary figure, least of all as a coach relegated to a supporting role in the Premier League.


    When the match began, Aldrich settled in the coach''s seat. His expectations for this match weren''t high; he merely wanted the yers to perform normally and adhere to the tactical requirements. What he didn''t tell the yers was that winning or losing wasn''t the most critical aspect.


    He thought to himself this way, but he wouldn''t necessarily convey it to the yers.


    For the match, he instructed the yers not to pursue a fast pace because they had just returned from travel. Instead, he wanted them to control the game through continuous passing, slightly retreating their formation and slowly seeking attacking opportunities.


    Middlesbrough had managed to earn a draw through staunch defense at the Lion''s Den in the first half of the season, where they fought tooth and nail for points. Now, however, there was a bit of rxation, especially as it was their home ground. They wouldn''t want the embarrassment of a defensive struggle, so they were adamant about embracing an attacking style.


    Aldrich was pleasantly surprised with the yers'' performance on the field; they appeared calm and confident, exuding a sense of control over the match, with a hidden danger amid their unhurriedness.


    Middlesbrough fought tooth and nail.


    Pires made a cutting shot that was saved by the goalkeeper, but Larsson followed up to score, opening the record for his team.


    Twenty minutester, Middlesbrough equalized with a corner kick.


    In the second half, Nedved delivered a brilliant pass to Trezeguet, who fired a shot into the near corner and put the team ahead again.


    In stoppage time, Schneider''s free-kick was deflected, and Stam scored with a header from inside the box, sealing the victory.


    Millwall, after their time off, easily triumphed over Middlesbrough in their first league match back.

 Chapter 120: Ronaldinho---an astonishing debut!

    <h4>Chapter 120: Ronaldinho---an astonishing debut!</h4>


    On Monday night, Millwall''s match against Middlesbrough was the final game of the Premier League round, drawing the most attention. However, before the match of the day, Fleet Street had only just be aware of Millwall''s recent itinerary.


    The Super Bowl is a grand event broadcast in nearly a hundred countries. Although the British often disregard American football, it still holds a certain sporting status outside of ser. So, when the cameras inadvertently caught Aldrich and the Millwall yers in a box during the Super Bowl, the British media eximed: "Are they crazy?!"


    One day before the Premier League match, Millwall''s first team was leisurely enjoying the Super Bowl in the United States?!


    Aldrich may have unintentionally stolen the spotlight at Riverside Stadium, but he inevitably became the center of attention after the match. One reason was that the team had won, and the other was the myriad of news surrounding Millwall''s recent movements.


    During an interview in the mixed zone, Aldrich smiled as a reporter asked him to confirm Millwall''s whereabouts over the past five days.


    "Mr. Aldrich, how is it that amid such a tight schedule, you could take the entire team to America for an inconsequential game? I mean, you could go by yourself, but didn''t you take into ount the yers'' travel fatigue?"


    Aldrich replied, "This was a pleasant trip to relieve stress. My yers and I used a short trip to reduce pressure. The effect was great��much better than letting them spend the weekend at home alone in a calm and quiet setting."


    "Is your reasoning only valid after today''s away victory over Middlesbrough?"


    "Absolutely not. I would stand by my words even if we lost the game. There''s simply no reason to lie about it. Last year, at this point, I allowed my main yers to take a break for half a month without matches. This year, I''ve utilized a different approach to achieve the same oue."


    "Middlesbrough was defeated at home by a Millwall team that had just returned from vacation. How do you view Robson''s performance? Was his tactical decision wed in this game? Isn''t it a telling sign that Middlesbrough managed to get a point at the Lion''s Den yet couldn''t capitalize at home?"


    Aldrich gave the bespectacled reporter a significant look. He always had to confront such tricky questions in interviews, unavoidable and unavoidable.


    As a head coach,menting on the capabilities of fellow coaches is a huge no-no. You can evaluate any team, but expressing direct opinions on another coach''s tactics and abilities is something only pundits and reporters do. There exists an unspoken mutual respect among peers; unless one intends to cut off all rtions or be mortal enemies.


    Even when Aldrich criticized Redknapp and West Ham, he never directly judged Redknapp''s coaching abilities. That would be rather foolish, as it would only make him a clown in the eyes of outsiders, and fellow coaches would see him as a mad dog.


    "Middlesbrough performed excellently. At the beginning of the season, they were among the relegation favorites, but Robson''s hard work and results made a strongeback. Millwall defeated Middlesbrough today because we controlled the game better and created more chances. This isn''t Robson''s fault. It''s important to note that the investment Millwall made in the teamst year and this year far exceeded Middlesbrough''s."


    After concluding the interview, Aldrich led the team back to London.


    He once again granted the team a day and a half off, instructing them to return to the training ground on Wednesday afternoon.


    On Tuesday afternoon, Aldrich was called to the Leo Youth Training Base by Andrew.


    He arrived in his training gear at the pitch, while Andrew stood in a suit, watching the youth team practice. Next to him stood a slender youth, whose skin color indicated he was not Caucasian.


    "Hey, Andrew."


    Aldrich called out, and both Andrew and the young boy turned to face him.


    Aldrich froze for a moment, taken aback by the boy''s appearance, and couldn''t help but express, "His big teeth can hardly fit behind that wide grin. How adorable!"


    "Hey, Ronaldo, say hello to your boss."


    Andrew patted the boy on the shoulder encouragingly.


    The boy, referred to as "Ronaldo," didn''t gain much prominence in Europe until early 1996. At least at that time, the name didn''t hold any unique significance, especiallypared to theter well-known "Phenomenon" Ronaldo, who was struggling at PSV Eindhoven due to issues with management.


    Aldrich walked over quickly, already aware of who the young boy in front of him was. Those buck teeth were simply unforgettable.


    "Hello, boss."


    The nearly sixteen-year-old Ronaldinho greeted Aldrich confidently.


    Aldrich smiled and extended his hand. They shook hands like adults. Aldrich didn''t believe in treating yers with a condescending attitudest summer, when he first met 13-year-old Joe Cole, he also shook hands formally.


    The youth team yers noticed Aldrich watching from the sidelines and naturally trained with even more vigor. They were currently engaged in a scrimmage, and Nagy was on the sidelines directing them with a strict tone, stressing the importance of positioning and teamwork to the young yers.


    Aldrich turned his gaze toward the pitch and asked Ronaldinho, "Want to y?"


    Having just arrived, Ronaldinho didn''t graspplex English, so Aldrich used the simplest words.


    He couldn''t help but resent the British Empire for not colonizing Brazil; letting the Portuguese take over meant Portuguese was the officialnguage in Brazil.


    Ronaldinho nodded, his eyes sparkling with eagerness, clearly wanting topete against the kids on the field.


    Aldrich called out to Nagy and waved him over. Once Nagy approached, Aldrich introduced Ronaldinho, smiling, "Give him ten minutes��yeah, let him y forward."


    "Left or center?"


    "Let him y where he feelsfortable; let his teammates pass to him and see how he does."


    Nagy nodded and took Ronaldinho to the coaching area to change into a jersey, giving him time to warm up. They''d substitute him into the match in thest ten minutes.


    Aldrich then asked Andrew, "Is everything settled with his family?"


    "Yeah, we arranged a ce for his sister in a girls'' school to help her get an education. His family agreed, and a shop in themunity was put under his mother''s name, making them very happy. To be honest, from a non-professional perspective, this kid is an artist on the pitch. After seeing the intense and rough style of English football, watching him y is like appreciating an elegant opera."


    Aldrich smiled nomittally, "You understand opera? And elegant?"


    "Ha ha ha, yes, I''m just a clich�� kind of guy! I''ve been a bit busytely��I''ll be flying to Brazil soon. If all goes well, Rivaldo mightnd in Europe this summer. Are you interested? If I persuade him, he''ll surely consider Millwall, especially since we''ve been performing impressively this season."


    "No need. To bring him in means knocking on the FA''s door again, and besides, there''s no spot for him on the team."


    "Alright, when Rivaldo arrives in Europe this summer, I will have made a name for myself in South American football, and by then I can establish an even biggerwork over there."


    Aldrich nodded without saying anything. Before long, Nagy returned to his side, and Ronaldinho had stepped onto the pitch on the other end.


    Today''s match was yed entirely among under-17 yers. Among them were Ashley Cole, Vi, Capdev, and Joe Cole. Since physical confrontation wasn''t too fierce, yers like Joe Cole and Vi wouldn''t be overwhelmed by tough defensive y��they could find space to express themselves.


    Once Ronaldinho entered the game, Nagy frowned.


    Before entering, he had specifically told Ronaldinho, despite thenguage barrier, through tactical boards, to y as a forward; Ronaldinho nodded, indicating he understood.


    However, upon stepping onto the field, Ronaldinho ran straight back to midfield to receive the ball.


    As Nagy raised his hand to shout, Aldrich smiled and waved him off, saying, "Today is just a preview."


    Nagy, resigned, could only let it go.


    Ronaldinho quickly got hold of the ball from the midfield, turning and effortlessly dribbling past an approaching defender. This infuriated Nagy, who yelled, "Daniel! How many times have I told you! Don''t take risks when pressing! Protect the space behind you!"


    The youngd named Daniel merely intended to show Ronaldinho what he was made of, but he ended up bing a stepping stone. In his retreat, he stared, dumbfounded.


    Ronaldinho danced around the pitch as if he were a sprite, dribbling the ball skillfully and weaving past opponents. His touch was so natural that even Joe Cole, who was hailed as a genius, appeared less skilled inparison.


    The youth coaches on the other side of the training pitch stood up, wide-eyed, aghast at what they were witnessing!


    Aldrich and Andrew wore smiles, while Nagy was excited by Ronaldinho''s performance, though he kept muttering under his breath.


    "Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Pass the ball! F**k! Just pass it!"


    Ronaldinho charged through three defenders from midfield and eventually split thest line of defense, pushing the ball past the keeper into the.


    After scoring, he turned around, shing a toothy grin filled with pride. The other kids were left stunned, their faces nk.


    Nagy pped his forehead in disbelief. He shook his head, saying, "This kid has unparalleled talent, but if he keeps ying like that, the future doesn''t look bright."


    Aldrich patted his shoulder, saying, "Well, it depends on how you teach him."


    It''s natural for talented young yers to hold onto the ball longer, especially Brazilian yers. The coach''s responsibility is to correct their habits, helping them use their talent effectively.


    With seven minutes left in the match, Nagy called the team that just conceded the goal and restructured their defensive duties before y resumed.


    Initially, they had somewhat underestimated Ronaldinho, but after conceding such an embarrassing goal, they naturally took him more seriously. Under Nagy''s direction, over the next seven minutes, although Ronaldinho received passes from his teammates and attempted to go past defenders to score again, he repeatedly found his efforts thwarted and was blocked by the defenders working together.


    After the game concluded, Nagy intentionally left Ronaldinho behind to give him his first lesson, while Aldrich walked away, smiling at Andrew.


    It had been a delightful day, worthy of Aldrich treating Andrew to a seafood feast.

 Chapter 121: The Miracle of Strength

    <h4>Chapter 121: The Miracle of Strength</h4>


    Entering February, the yers from Millwall have finally eased out of the intense rhythm from the Christmas rush. Although several yers are dealing with asional injuries and the young ones can''t handle too many matches, Aldrich has enough depth in his squad, making it manageable to rotate yers without strain. Before the national team call-ups in mid-February, Millwall has two crucial matches ahead��one league game and one FA Cup match.


    Both are tough battles.


    Their league opponent is the North London neighbor, Tottenham Hotspur.


    White Hart Lane��arguably one of the most poetic names in the Premier League.


    And indeed, there''s an ethereal quality to Tottenham.


    Over the past years, Tottenham has neither been the strongest team in the Premier League nor a serious contender for titles; they haven''t even been the most talked-about team. However, their style of y in Ennd has been among the most aesthetically pleasing. This has made Tottenham fans proud, as they appreciate beautiful football, judging the team not solely by victories. So even when they lose and watch Arsenal lift trophies, they scoff at Arsenal and instead feel pride for Tottenham. This continued until a savvy Jewish businessman, Daniel Levy, took charge of Tottenham, demanding simply: trophies and money.


    In recent years, Tottenham has been slipping. A few years back, they had star yers like Lineker and Gascoigne, led by the attack-minded manager Venables. Back then, Tottenham could be likened to today''s Newcastle United��regardless of the results, their attacking y was undeniably stunning.


    As Aldrich leads the team to White Hart Lane, they had previously secured a draw against Tottenham at the Den early in the season, leaving the Millwall squad eager to prove themselves. Now, theds are filled with confidence and are unafraid of any opponents, believing they can defeat anyone in their way.


    The atmosphere at White Hart Lane is electric, with both teams firing on all cylinders.


    In this match, Aldrich decides to rest Trezeguet on the bench, saving him for the FA Cup showdown. Instead of substituting with another forward, he begins preparing for the next season.


    The team sets up in a 4-3-3 formation, with seventeen-year-old Pirlo starting in the midfield, protected by Mak��l��l�� behind him. Aldrich gives him a simple task: focus on maintaining possession and connecting y, staying in the defensive half without pushing forward too much, essentially acting as a pivotal link between defense and attack.


    Thus, Millwall''s attacking front turns into four yers, with Nedv��d in a central role and the front trio being Pires, Larsson, and Schneider.


    It may seem like fewer attackerspared to before, but when the two full-backs push forward, Millwall fields six attackers. The wingers prate into the box, forming an effective front line.


    Meanwhile, Tottenham''s coach, Gary Francis, stands on the sidelines with a furrowed brow, sensing his heart pounding in his chest. He watches as his team''s situation worsens and feels the growing tension of impending crisis.


    In the first round of their league match, Tottenham managed to secure a point mainly by neutralizing Nedv��d. Today at White Hart Lane, they try to repeat that tactic, with midfielders tightly restricting Nedv��d''s space on the ball.


    However, they soon realize they''ve got their assignments wrong!


    With Klinsmann having moved to Bayern and Pabiskul to Barcelona, Tottenham''s strength has taken a downturn. Sheringham struggles to hold the frontline alone, and Tottenham''s attack fails to flow smoothly, often being intercepted by Millwall. While their primary defensive objective is to mark Nedv��d, the ball starts moving through Pirlo''s feet.


    Pirlo, in all hisid-back grace, seems to stroll about the pitch, appearing rxed when running and less fierce in tackles. Even when he organizes attacks, there''s no substantial threat conveyed. His free-flowing style directs the ball to the safest areas, mainly the two nks when Nedv��d is being held, followed by a slow run towards the midfield, teaming up for one-twos with the wide midfielders, after which he retreats.


    Whenever Pirlo executes these understated tasks, Millwall''s wing attacks begin to show their potential. The full-backs push forward, linking up with the wide wingers. After establishing numerical advantages on the nks, they either send in crosses or deliver through balls for the wingers to cut in, maintaining relentless pressure.


    Millwall turns the tide, threatening constantly in front of Tottenham''s goal.


    Schneider''s two cut-in shots are way off target, while Pires sets up Larsson. Larsson, who has scored 17 league goals, finds himself one-on-one with the keeper, yet his close-range attempt is blocked by the keeper''s body.


    Nedv��d heads the ball into the post after charging into the box.


    Aldrich stands on the sidelines, watching these attacking sequences unfold as if on a roller coaster, emotions swinging wildly.


    He walks back to the bench, dry and thirsty, grabbing a bottle of mineral water and gulping it down. Feeling defeated, he turns to Jansen and asks, "Did you see a lot of yers like Schneider when you yed and coached at Ajax?"


    Jansen understands Aldrich''s implied concern.


    Schneider has distinct characteristics; his technical skills are outstanding, and his teamwork is top-notch. While he may not possess that unique precision in crossing, his sess rate for crosses in the Premier League is among the best. However, what is worrying is that, as a winger with decent skills, Schneider''s shooting uracy in dynamic y is astonishingly low.


    Those two recent golden opportunities were practically half-chances, with shots veering wildly off target. They made Tottenham''s goalkeeper sweat, but Aldrich felt his spirits plummet as those chances slid by.


    Jansen smirks, saying, "It''s all about positioning. You can''t solely judge it on technique. There are many yers like that��just think of the current rising star, the Little Flying Man. cing him in the middle or the box doesn''t guarantee he''ll weave through defenders effortlessly to finish."


    Aldrichments the missed opportunities, acknowledging that as the head coach, he understands yer roles must be evaluated based on their positions on the field.


    For instance, wide yers only need to check one side and ahead after receiving the ball, while midfielders must visualize the overall dynamic and be aware of their surroundings.


    As Schneider operates down the right nk, he only observes the left and ahead. Yet, when he cuts into the box, it creates a predicament of being pinned down. The subconscious pressure and sense of crisis heightens, leading to varying levels of performance.


    Aldrich decides to talk to Schneider after the match.


    Just as he sits back down, Millwallunches another spectacr attack.


    Thuram makes a run, joining forces with Schneider, but this time, the Tottenham defense seems to have caught on. Schneider manages to draw the defenders away, giving Thuram time to adjust before unleashing a powerful strike from a 45-degree angle outside the box.


    That shot was absolutely stunning! The ball flew through the air with no spin at all, arrowing directly into the top right corner of the goal.


    Tottenham''s goalkeeper, Ian Walker, is fully alert, having been bombarded by Millwall''s attacks earlier, and he dives to punch the ball away, preventing it from crossing the line.


    A sigh of relief sweeps through the crowd at White Hart Lane.


    Walker''s punch deflects the ball out to the other side of the box.


    Tottenham''s defense retreats to the edge of the six-yard box. Pires anticipates the falling ball and takes a long-range shot in a stunning mid-air strike!


    Bang!


    Aldrich is nearly going crazy on the sidelines.


    F**k!


    The posts at White Hart Lane truly bear the mark of Tottenham.


    The ball hits the post, drawing gasps from the stands.


    But it''s not over!


    The ball ricochets off the post towards the six-yard box, creating chaos inside. Defender Cauldwood attempts to clear but misjudges it, stumbling over himself and tripping his teammate Kerke.


    The ball bounces twice on the goal line, and Larsson capitalizes,unching a shot on the ground!


    Walker saves the day again!


    He dives sideways, not getting a hand on the ball, but his thigh manages to intercept Larsson''s sure goal.


    Tottenham fans at White Hart Lane are gasping for air, their hearts racing!


    The ball exits the box and follows a parabolic arc, resembling a rainbow, beguiling in its trajectory.


    The ball ricocheted outside the box, falling in a graceful arc like a stunning, elusive rainbow. Just as the Tottenham yers raced forward, they saw an opponent barreling in; with the ball descending, he unleashed a powerful shot with his leg.


    It''s Nedv��d!


    This time, the ball finds the, hitting the top left corner!


    "One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots! Nedv��d scores! Andy, it''s Millwall''s fifteenth shot of the first half, and they''ve finally scored! This match is bizarre!"


    "Indeed, Martin, it''s quite strange. We witnessed Millwall''s attacks flow smoothly and beautifully, creating numerous threatening chances, yet they squandered all of them. In the end, they opened Tottenham''s defense with an utterly unreasonable and violent approach. The contrast is truly astonishing."


    "Nevertheless, Millwall is in the lead, and this score is not surprising. Given the flow of the game, they deserve this goal."


    After scoring, Nedv��d runs to the corner g, pumping his fists in the air, while his teammates rush over. They''re having a st in this game, finally thrilled after all those missed chances.


    Aldrich chuckles lightly, rubbing his forehead.


    After battling for so long with subtlety, they''ve found that sometimes, brute strength is the way to create miracles!

 Chapter 122: 3-0, Tottenham!

    <h4>Chapter 122: 3-0, Tottenham!</h4>


    The stands at White Hart Lane, home to the Spurs fans, fell into a silence.


    That kind of fierce and relentless attacking style was supposed to be our football!


    When did it be something the thugs from Millwall could pull off?


    After Nedv��d scored, Brady in the away section was so excited that he took off his shirt. It was only early February, but he didn''t mind the cold as he waved his shirt and joined the fans in chanting Nedv��d''s name.


    "Lionhearted Warrior, Pavel Nedv��d! Lionhearted Warrior, Pavel Nedv��d!"


    The away fans chanted in unison.


    Over the course of one and a half seasons, Nedv��d had captivated all the Millwall supporters. Even many neutral fans regarded him as an idol.


    He perfectly embodied the image of a yer that English fans cherished.


    This season, the number of Millwall fans had been increasing dramatically. It wasn''t just because of their aesthetically pleasing style of y; their lightning-fast counterattacks and smooth ball movement had drawn more attention, which was undoubtedly aided by the frequent live broadcasts of Millwall matches in the Premier League. Many stars on the team had also be favorites among neutral fans.


    Larsson, Nedv��d, Schneider, Pires, Trezeguet��these five main attacking yers consistently shone, rapidly boosting their profiles.


    The only regret was that 22-year-old Schneider, despite his outstanding performance, had not been called up by the German national team. Aldrich sometimes expressed his disappointment to the German Football Association before FIFA matches. The issue with the German national team was its old-fashioned hierarchy��no matter how well young yers performed, they often struggled to be included until they reached a certain age.


    Spurs'' coach Francis was having a headache. He could see where the problemy.


    The Spurs'' defense was primarily focused on Nedv��d, which weakened their support on the wings and allowed the unheralded Italian youngster more space to control the game.


    Before the match kicked off, Francis urged his yers to limit Pirlo''s influence.


    In thest seven minutes before half-time, Spurs constricted their midfield and focused on restricting Pirlo''s room to maneuver, which led to three errors from the 17-year-old Pirlo. Thankfully, Makelele was positioned behind him to cover, saving the team from conceding a goal.


    The first half ended with Millwall leading by one goal as they headed to the locker rooms.


    In the locker room, Aldrich took a moment to talk to Pirlo, preparing him mentally. Pirlo had yed far too easily at the beginning of the half, unmarked and organizing attacks as if in a practice session. But once Spurs started to pay attention to him, he struggled to keep up mentally; he got flustered when the ball came his way.


    He was still young, and Aldrich didn''t expect him to transform into a master overnight. It was all about taking his time; at this stage, mental state was far more important than technical skills.


    Many talented yers have been crushed by the intensity of matches, and much of it stems from psychological factors, unrted to their technical abilities.


    As the second half began, Spurs thought they had found the key to counter Millwall''s attacks by implementing aggressive pressure on Pirlo.


    Pirlo, the seemingly sleeping rabbit, awoke and began to toy with the Spurs yers. He darted around the midfield, receiving the ball without holding on to it and releasing quick passes in various directions.


    Makelele provided support, and as Spurs lowered their defensive pressure on Nedv��d, he also found more space to maneuver.


    With a crisp pass, Pirlo sent the ball directly to Nedv��d, who quickly advanced it. The four-man attacking unit of Millwall moved in perfect synchronicity like a well-oiled machine.


    In their eagerness to limit Pirlo, the midfieldersmitted too eagerly, allowing Pirlo''s pass to slice through their ranks. Francis, witnessing this, jumped up in fury.


    Nedv��d feigned a shot before threading a perfect pass into the penalty area. It was abination they could execute even with their eyes closed during training.


    Pires, over the past year and a half, had been trained by Aldrich to y simply and effectively and had developed a habit of making incisive cuts.


    Though not particrly fast, he excelled at exploiting spaces behind defenders. Before the defenders could react, he was already in position, and with a subtle touch, he sent the ball curling into the far corner after meeting it at a tight angle.


    The ball arched beautifully, seeming to fly past the goal line, but Walker lunged desperately, only to find that the ball curled into the back postting.


    "What a beauty! Pires''s goal is definitely in the running for the Premier League''s goal of the week, probably rivaling Nedv��d''s earlier long-range strike. Andy, it looks like Millwall''s tactics have shifted again today. Have you noticed that 17-year-old Italian kid?"


    "I''ve been keeping an eye on him for an hour now. He seems like an invisible man, but if Millwall''s midfield didn''t have him, you wouldn''t see the beautiful attackingbinations they''ve been executing. He doesn''t provide direct assists or score himself, but his most tangible effect is liberating Nedv��d. Nedv��d doesn''t have to start the attack from deep; he can now position himself closer to the goal, significantly increasing his threat. The assist just now broke down Spurs'' defense because they clearly weren''t prepared. One moment the ball was in the backline, and the next it was at Nedv��d''s feet. Before they could react, Nedv��d passed it back, and Pires scored."


    "Every football coach understands one fundamental truth: that football moves faster than the yers. Previously, Millwall seemed to defy this principle, racing against time with their quick attacks and counterattacks. Now, they have returned to it; Nedv��d no longer has to sprint from the back to orchestrate the attack. Instead, he appears directly in the danger zone just before the finishing touch, making Millwall''s offense even smoother and faster."


    With a two-goal advantage, Millwall''s Pires added his eighth Premier League goal to his tally.


    Aldrich stood calmly at the sidelines, smiling, while Francis wore a sullen expression.


    His adjustments seemed like patching up one leak after another. While limiting Nedv��d''s impact did lessen Pirlo''s ease, it fully unleashed Nedv��d''s threats in the attacking third, which was equally disastrous.


    What the hell are we going to do?!


    In this era, it''s not that there aren''t offensive yers who executerge-scale defensive tactics; the philosophy of total football is built on that foundation.


    But in English football, it still hasn''t be mainstream for wingers and forwards to fall back extensively.


    Francis could only stand on the sidelines shouting for his yers to press back, at least urging Sheringham to get involved in defending against Pirlo near the halfway line.


    As a result, Spurs'' shape began to contract.


    For a prolonged period following this, the star yer on the pitch became Makelele.


    Whenever Spurs tried to prate the midfield during their attacks, Makelele would quickly anticipate and intercept.


    This left Martin Tyler gushing during thementary.


    "Makelele is a key yer who can reshape the game!"


    In defense, Makelele''s role was to protect space, and in attack, he safeguarded possession. If you looked at the passpletion rate rather than just the number of passes made, Makelele had the highest sess rate in the team over the past year and a half, exceeding 84%. His passes after interceptions ensured the ball stayed with them, creating a solid tactical bnce for Millwall.


    Spurs'' formation had be somewhat ttened. In the final ten minutes of the match, Francis waved his hand, signaling his yers to ramp up the pace and be more aggressive in their attack; the center-backs pushed up to put pressure on the midfield, considering there was only one striker in the box.


    Several long balls came to nothing, and Millwall''s swift counterattacks were thwarted in midfield.


    With just three minutes left in the match, Millwallunched another counterattack. The Spurs yers pushing forward had yet to make it back, but their midfield had already formed a defense around Nedv��d, and the fullbacks closely marked Pires and Schneider.


    Pirlo received the ball, nced up once, then looked down and delivered a delightful long pass.


    The ball glided gracefully, sailing over the midfield andnding near the Spurs penalty area line.


    Caudalwood turned and sprinted, but Larson had already dashed in ahead of him.


    Larsson was thoroughly impressed by Pirlo; just as he made his diagonal run to beat the offside trap, Pirlo''s precise long pass arrived right on time. If he had been a second slower, Larsson would have been offside. If he had been a second faster, he wouldn''t be waiting for the ball to drop but rather chasing after it.


    At the edge of the penalty area, Larsson executed a wless chest control as Cauldwood charged in with a sudden diagonal halt. With finesse, Larsson evaded him and changed direction, driving straight into the box. Facing the rushing goalkeeper Walker, Larsson, who had previously missed at least two golden opportunities, made sure not to miss this chance. He calmly directed the shot into the far corner and then turned to jog back to the defensive line.


    White Hart Lane fell silent.


    The Lionhearted fans were so excited they nearly leaped onto the pitch.


    The Lions scored three goals!


    Now, Millwall''s fans had raised their expectations as well. Besides the Hammers and Chelsea, neither Charlton nor Crystal Pce was worth mentioning. The Crazy Gang of Wimbledon was a thing of the past, and Queen''s Park Rangers would likely be unseen next season. In North London, the lofty Arsenal and Spurs were their neighbors, and their match was a local derby.


    Fantastic! We''ll stomp all over you!


    After scoring, Larson ran towards Pirlo, pointing at him with a beaming smile.


    Pirlo was ecstatic; he had made a great assist on his debut, significantly boosting his confidence.


    Aldrich pped from the sidelines, and before the match ended, he made two substitutions to run down the clock.


    Post-match, he shook Francis''s hand amicably. They exchanged a few words when they met in the first half of the season, but today, Francis wore a dark expression. After a wordless handshake, they parted ways.


    Millwall had triumphed over White Hart Lane with a glorious three-goal victory!

 Chapter 123: The New Position of Schneider

    <h4>Chapter 123: The New Position of Schneider</h4>


    fter the match that evening, Aldrich invited Schneider over for dinner at his home. When Schneider arrived, Aldrich had just taken a steak out of the oven. He drizzled some sauce over it, opened a bottle of red wine, and smiled at Schneider, saying, "Please, my cooking isn''t that great; my mother does it even better. Next time, I''ll invite you to try her skills."


    Schneider sat down at the dining table. This wasn''t his first time having a one-on-one with Aldrich. During training, Aldrich asionally brought yers into his office to catch up, especially when they first joined the team. He often asked them about their adjustment to life in London.


    "It''s going pretty well, boss. I heard you make amazing Chinese food?"


    "Hmm? Who said that?"


    "Read it in the papers."


    "Oh, it''s okay, I usually prefer steak, but I love Chinese food."


    Aldrich knew this information came from a gossip column that had interviewed Mnie. He didn''t mind; it was harmless.


    Dinner went smoothly. The two of them were around the same age��Schneider was just over two years older than Aldrich��allowing them to chat like friends about thetest music, recent movie releases, and new books in stores.


    Schneider realized Aldrich must have invited him over for more than just casual conversation, but he didn''t ask, waiting patiently for Aldrich to unveil his intentions.


    After dinner, Aldrich went to wash the dishes, and Schneider offered to help. The two men quickly cleared the table and washed the dishes. Then, Aldrich brewed a pot of chamomile tea while Schneider rxed on the sofa, holding his teacup.


    Aldrich went upstairs to grab a tactical notebook. When he returned and settled into an armchair, he smiled at Schneider and said, "Bernd, you probably guess that I want to talk about football, specifically about your career."


    Schneider nodded and took a sip of tea, awaiting more information.


    Aldrich continued, "To be honest, Bernd, you have talent and a good work ethic. You are the kind of yer every coach loves because you always obey and don''t stubbornly question why. I hope you understand that today''s discussion is meant to be open and honest, rather than me giving you orders."


    "Boss, are you nning to sell me?"


    Schneider thought Aldrich''s tone sounded overly serious, as if he was about to say something hurtful.


    Aldrich paused for a second, then shook his head. "Of course not. Take a look at this."


    Schneider took the tactical notebook Aldrich handed him and examined it closely.


    There was a tactical diagram showing a 4-3-3 formation, and the next page contained a 4-2-3-1 diagram. The yer positions were symmetrically and logically indicated, along with lines marking attacking and defensive runs.


    The dashed lines represented defense, while the solid lines indicated offense.


    Schneider''s attention was drawn to the position he yed.


    In the 4-3-3, he was a winger, and in the 4-2-3-1, he could be seen as an inside forward.


    However, the attacking runs were simr in both formations, with solid lines directing towards the opponent''s penalty area, while defensive runs tracked back to the goal line, just ahead of the full-backs.


    "This is just a basic illustration of attacking and defensive positioning, Bernd. Do you understand what skills your current position will require in the future?"


    Aldrich''s question left Schneider a bit hesitant. He frowned and said, "Boss, do you want me to get closer to the penalty area?"


    Aldrich replied candidly, "In the future tactical system at Millwall, both wingers and inside forwards must possess strong scoring abilities and not just be ymakers for the strikers. You can see how forwards need to support the y; Millwall won''t just need pure scorers. Forwards have to score and assist, while wingers need to cut inside and threaten after receiving diagonal passes. You should understand that."


    Schneider couldn''t argue against it; someone beside him was excelling at this��Robert Pires.


    "Boss, if you think I need to improve my finishing skills in the penalty area, I''ll work on it."


    Schneider put down the tactical notebook and replied earnestly.


    Aldrich shook his head. "I''m not nning to have you practice scoring from inside the penalty area during open y. Honestly, no yer is truly versatile. Your dribbling and crossing skills on the wing are top-notch,bined with your excellent team awareness. If I were to have you focus on finishing runs into the penalty area, I think that would ruin you. Do you remember Hans-Peter Briegel, who was once praised in Germany as a temte for future yers?"


    Schneider thought for a long moment, feeling the name was familiar, and finally recalled, "Oh, he was a key yer for the West German national team."


    Aldrich continued solemnly, "He came from a multi-talented sports background, but what were his aplishments? In the ''82 and ''86 World Cups, whenever he was on the field, West Germany conceded at least four goals that he was responsible for. I''ve said multiple times that the future profile of yers will be diverse, but that doesn''t mean it''s about having a bnced, well-rounded development. Every yer has limitations; you need to focus on developing the most effective and pronounced attributes based on your position. My coaching colleagues and I have discussed your potential thoroughly, and frankly, we don''t see you developing into the type of winger we will need in the future."


    Schneider''s face went pale upon hearing thest sentence, feeling as if the world was spinning around him, like he was facing the end of the world.


    Noticing his expression, Aldrich quickly added, "Let me finish, Bernd. I truly appreciate and trust you. You are the model yer in this team. I want to retain you until your retirement and even bind you to the club''s administration with a contract. However, I must respect you and consider what is best for you as well. If you''re unwilling to adapt to the team''s future tactical system, then I can only rmend that you find a club that suits your attributes, allowing you to achieve the best sess in your career rather than bing a bench yer due to tactical reasons."


    Schneider said excitedly, "Boss, just tell me what you want me to do! I''ll cooperate, no matter what!"


    Aldrich pointed to the tactical notebook, saying, "Look again at the attacking and defensive requirements for the right-back position."


    Schneider swiftly picked up the notebook and scrutinized it, his gaze fixing on the right-back position.


    The dashed defense needed no exnation; a full-back is indeed thest line of defense. Meanwhile, the solid attacking line started from the goal line, directly pointing toward the opponent''s byline.


    Schneider began to understand. He looked up and asked, "Boss, do you want me to switch to right-back?"


    Aldrich nodded with a serious look and replied sincerely, "The whole coaching staff has given you top marks for your defensive attitude. Your willingness to track back is outstanding; among our front yers, you and Pavel are the best ating back into the penalty area. I notice you often, while it''s not the same with Robert. Bernd, you should have noticed that this season our tactics have changed. Last season, our full-backs didn''t venture forward, and they participated in the build-up only in the second half. But this season, full-back involvement in attack has begun to y a crucial role tactically, which is why when Lillian pushed forward, you were expected to make ovepping runs into the penalty area to support or score, yet that''s where your shorings were exposed."


    Schneider scratched his head, realizing that Aldrich''s observations were correct.


    This season, Millwall''s full-backs significantly impacted the attacking game, particrly on the left, where they were much more effective than on the right. The reason was straightforward: Neil or Zambrotta would push up the left wing to assist while Pires skillfully cut inside, but Schneider, on the right, couldn''t replicate that sharpness with Thuram.


    "Bernd, I respect you. So, in my future ns, if you''re willing, you''ll be the main right-back. Defense depends 50% on ability and 50% on awareness; teamwork is especially critical. You just need to focus on strengthening your defensive training andbine that with your advantages. The deeper position of a full-back offers you plenty of space to push forward and contribute to the attack. That''s your strength; you have the physicality to cover up and down the nk. Honestly, in the future football world, good forwards are something you can buy, but good full-backs are hard toe by."


    Aldrich said earnestly.


    Schneider asked curiously, "What about Lillian? Should I switch to the left?"


    Thuram was Millwall''s starting left-back, an unquestionable choice.


    Aldrich sighed at his words; he had truly opened his heart to Schneider.


    "Lillian won''t be staying at Millwall. Don''t you feel he''s very quiet in the locker room? Sometimes he seems to have many concerns yet doesn''t share them with us, like someone not part of the team? His professionalism is top-tier, but for the past year and a half, I''ve been hoping to see some signs from him to give me confidence that Millwall could rely on him in the future. However, hecks a sense of belonging here, and I trust you can see that too."


    Schneider fell silent, looking a bit downcast.


    As teammates, they found it hard to connect with Thuram. After the East London derby, even though they had won against West Ham United away, Thuram just quietly packed his things and got on the bus back to the team without a word.


    Everyone knew he was angry.


    During the match at Upton Park, there were fans in the stands who used racist slurs to insult the ck yers on the field.


    Makelele was furious, and post-match, Aldrich condemned the crowd''s behavior on behalf of the team, noting it all in their report against West Ham United. However, the Football Association''s actions were merely to smooth over the issue; what else could Aldrich do?


    Such incidents weremonce nowadays, especially for ck yers visiting End Road, who would be subjected to such humiliation by Leeds United fans.


    Even Manchester United yers faced this treatment; what more could Millwall expect?


    Moreover, looking around Europe, was there any ce that waspletely clean? Where fans treated others equally, regardless of skin color?


    No.


    And this was fundamentally not about racism!


    It was simply hatred masked as racial bias because of the color of their jerseys. West Ham United despised Millwall and used this method to vent their hatred.


    Historically, the FA has punished yers and fans for racial discrimination, but was it truly about taking a stand against racism? Not at all. Take the situation between Suarez and Evra several yearster; was that really about racism? If it was, then Suarez must be a racist, yet he was capable of coexisting with his ck teammates at Liverpool.


    Such urrences merely used racial prejudice as a means to attack, deeply rooted in enmity stemming from the rivalry of team colors!


    Makelele expressed his anger, which was a good sign.


    Aldrich was saddened by Thuram''s calm demeanor because it felt as if a transparent barrier existed between him and Millwall.


    He was here to work and wanted to excel at his job; that was enough. As for everything else, he was either indifferent or held no hopes because he recognized that this ce was not his true home.


    "The club has four and a half years left on Lillian''s contract, but in my view, we can only keep him for another two and a half years at most. Bernd, I told you I respect you. If you feel your future isn''t at Millwall and you don''t wish to change your current position on the field, I won''t have any negative views on it, and I will assist you in finding a club that suits you best, enabling you to perform in your ideal position. I''m confident that you can excel there, and securing a starting role won''t be a problem."


    Aldrich sincerelyid everything out to Schneider.


    yers must adapt to the tactical system of the club; if they can''t, Aldrich wouldn''tpromise but wouldn''t insist on keeping a yer against their will either. Beyond being a coach and yer, they were also friends in life, and for each other''s futures, Aldrich aimed to ensure Schneider enjoyed ying football. He would keep his promise to help him find the most suitable club, even if the transfer fee was lower.


    Schneider smiled, stood up, and said to Aldrich, "Boss, thank you for your hospitality. I''ll see you at training tomorrow. Looks like I should ask Lillian and ude to be my mentors."


    Aldrich closed his eyes, smiling softly as he got up to see Schneider off.


    Schneider''s words clearly indicated his determination. Thuram was the starting full-back of the team, and Makelele had also once yed as a full-back. Both had proven skills in defense.


    After seeing Schneider out and closing the door, Aldrich put away the tactical notebook from the coffee table. Even while soaking in the bathtubter, he couldn''t help but smile.


    He had formed an unwavering decision in his heart.


    As long as Schneider didn''t want to leave, Millwall would never abandon him!


    Can yers like this really be bought with money?!

 Chapter 124: Master and Apprentice Turn Against Each Other

    <h4>Chapter 124: Master and Apprentice Turn Against Each Other</h4>


    During the training sessions in preparation for the FA Cup, Schneider clearly overexerted himself. While practicing challenges, he twisted his ankle, leaving Aldrich at a loss for words. All he could do wasfort him in the medical room, advising him not to rush things and to take it slow. Many of the yers under his management were still young, leaving plenty of room for development; unlike many over the age of twenty-five, who found it hard to significantly change their skillsets no matter how much they trained.


    The match was scheduled for the weekend, and during preparations, Aldrich included Vieira in the starting lineup for practice.


    On the weekend, Lion''s Den Stadium continued to draw packed crowds, with Millwall riding high on their momentum, and the fans were eager to support their team.


    The visitors to Lion''s Den Stadium were ckburn, the reigning champions of the Premier League, who had seen a noticeable decline in performance this season. They finished bottom of their Champions League group and were unlikely to retain their league title. A critical factor in their struggles was their away performance;st season, they and Manchester United were the best away teams, but this year, ckburn couldn''t secure a single win on the road. Without their home strength, they might not even be able to maintain a position in the upper half of the table.


    This season, the two teams had faced each other twice, both ending in draws. However, Aldrich had not sent out his main yers in those matches; today, in this cup tie, he was fielding his strongest possible lineup.


    The starting formation was 4-3-3, the same asst week''s league match, with Vieira recing Pirlo to bolster the midfield''s toughness. After all, ckburn built their strategy around strong offensive y, and their SAS front line remained formidable.


    Neil reimed his spot in the starting lineup, with Trezeguet leading the attack, supported by Pires on the left and Larsson on the right. Aldrich had talked with Larssonst year about ying a winger role��not just any winger, but one that could both assist and score. Larsson happily agreed, as his speed and technical skills made him adept at cutting into the box and taking shots. Having yed the winger position for the Swedish national team, this role posed no issue for him.


    Aldrich didn''t see moving yers around as a significant problem; formations themselves were neutral, as tacticsbined formation and style. If Aldrich asked Larsson to y as a ssic winger, Larsson would likely object because he had a strong desire to score. Aldrich''s current expectation for wingers prioritized scoring ability since Millwall had shifted from two forwards pressing the box to one, which had dampened their attacking power. However, this was merely a strategy to hide their attacking points better.


    Before the match, Aldrich exchanged a few words with ckburn''s coach, Halford, who was under considerable pressure. Taking over from Dalglish was no easy feat, especially with a championship team reeling from poor performances in both European and leaguepetitions. ckburn''s attendance had also noticeably decreased this season, which was understandable given that ckburn was located in a small town of just 100,000 people��where poor performance directly impacted attendance. Unlike in arge metropolitan area like London, where tickets for matches could often be hard toe by, with touts prevalent outside the stadium.


    Halford tried to lighten the mood with a tease, suggesting that Aldrich should aim for the league title, but Aldrich just smiled in silence. Winning the league isn''t just about striving for it; there''s much more involved. Aldrich felt a stronger confidence in the cuppetition��win it, and the trophy is yours.


    Millwall had never given up on any match. Aldrich sent a youthful lineup onto the field, believing that every game, regardless of the oue, held value.


    As the gamemenced, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, watching intently.


    In their two previous encounters, ckburn and Millwall had drawn both times. Coming to Lion''s Den Stadium today, ckburn aimed to change that trend with a strong start. They attacked fiercely right from the opening whistle.


    However, with the French duo of Makelele and Vieira wreaking havoc in midfield, ckburn found it challenging to push into the danger area. Shearer managed to squeeze out a chance but his effort went sailing over the crossbar.


    Both teams engaged in a fierce midfield battle from the beginning, and the yers quickly disyed a high level ofpetitive spirit.


    Aldrich felt confident in his team, believing that his tactical philosophy was ahead of the curve and that their skill level typically put them at an advantage. However, everyone needed a testing phase to adapt to the rhythm of the match.


    The partnership of Vieira and Makelele was undoubtedly a top-tier defensive configuration; ten yearster, it would be this pair that supported Zidane in the World Cup final.


    As ckburn pressured heavily, their numbers in attack increased, which, ironically, opened up more space at the back.


    Southgate intercepted a ball from Sutton and sent a diagonal pass to Vieira, who turned to deliver a precise forward pass toward the right nk. Thuram made a surging run down the side, and Millwall''s offense swept through like a gale once again.


    Thurambined with Nedv��d for a quick give-and-go to bypass Wilcox, continuing his advance with the ball. Larsson dropped back to link up with him, executing another give-and-go that tore through Soskys'' defense.


    Larsson darted into the box, and Thuram pushed the ball to the edge before delivering a cut-back to the penalty arc. Instead of shooting, Larssonid it off to Trezeguet, who had drawn the defenders into the box, creating space for Nedv��d''s run.


    Nedv��d, at the edge of the box, made a feigned shooting motion thatpelled the defenders to close in, attempting to block with their bodies.


    However, Nedv��d executed a delicate lofted pass to the left ahead.


    Pires timed his run perfectly, beating the offside trap to find himself one-on-one with ckburn''s keeper, Frawley. Pires chose not to shoot, instead passing the ball across the goal, where Trezeguet, having slipped past the defenders, tapped it into the empty.


    "What an indescribably beautiful goal! Millwall is showcasing textbook teamwork! While fans rave about how spectacr Newcastle United''s games are, they need toe watch Millwall, whose fluid y is nothing short of exquisite. Every yer is performing an essential role, and without a doubt, Millwall is growing stronger. Their opponents must start figuring out how to defend against them because, as it stands, every point seems like a threat, and Thuram, as a full-back, assisted the attack deep into the opponent''s half. The ball quickly switched from the right side to the left, leaving ckburn''s defense dizzy and unable to cope."


    Aldrich raised his arms in celebration, turning to the stands, urging the crowd for even louder support.


    This goal was not only beautiful but also struck a heavy blow to the visitors'' morale.


    Halford called his yers over on the sidelines, instructing them to drop deeper,press the space in front of the goal, and focus their counters on the side where the opponents'' full-backs were pushing forward.


    However, it appeared that ckburn''s yers were unwilling to heed hismands.


    They were championship-caliber yers; had Dalglish been in charge, they might have listened, but with Halford at the helm, his authority clearly paled inparison to a championship coach''s.


    ckburn sought to respond aggressively, sticking to their strategy of crossing from the wings and pushing into the box. But their one-on-one efforts yielded poor results. Both Neil and Thuram were aggressive defenders, denying any opportunities for the opposition to break through sessfully.


    Millwall''s immediate counterattacks following sessful defense were devastating since theymitted even more yers forward with supporting movements from the full-backs, and Vieira also pressed higher up. This led to a strange phenomenon on television broadcasts.


    It often felt like ckburn had fewer yers than Millwall on the pitch.


    They were executing offense with fewer numbers and defending with fewer yers as well.


    This was a testament to Millwall''s superior fitness, allowing them to retreat for defense while quicklyunching counterattacks.


    After a week of anticipation for this match, Millwallpletely dismantled ckburn in the first half.


    Trezeguet received the ball with his back turned and sent a diagonal pass to an onrushing Larsson, who made a sessful run to score easily. Just before halftime, Nedv��d connected with a cross from Pires at the back post, unexpectedly popping up to nod in another goal.


    Leading 3-0 at halftime, the ckburn yers were dejected, sensing that they were living a nightmare in this game.


    As Halford walked into the yer tunnel, he scolded his boys, adamant that if they had listened, they would not have suffered such a heavy loss in the first half.


    What followed was an astonishing scene in the ckburn locker room, with defender Hendry spitting at Halford and disparaging his coaching abilities.


    In the end, the situation escted into a physical altercation.


    Aldrich quickly called for staff to separate them, as chaos erupted within ckburn. Aldrich was uncertain how to handle the situation next.


    Should he bar Hendry from the locker room? After all, they still had a second half to y.


    Fortunately, Hendry resolved this issue himself by marching straight into the locker room to grab his belongings, leaving the stadium without looking back.


    After the excitement faded, Aldrich noticed his yers gathered together discussing the earlier conflict in the yer tunnel.


    Leaning against the doorframe, Aldrich chose to remain silent. ckburn''s morale was evidently shaken, making things difficult for Halford. Since the first goal was conceded in the first half, Halford had been anxiously shouting from the sidelines for his yers to defend, defend, defend...


    Suddenly, Aldrich felt fortunate. Two years ago, when he sought a coaching position, if he had been hired, he might not have the authority he had now.


    The advantages of being both the owner and head coach were clear; holding the yers'' paychecks in one hand while controlling their professional futures with the other.


    The clear advantage of being both the owner and head coach is that he holds the yers'' paychecks in one hand while having control over their careers in the other. If anyone dares to defy him, it''s the yers who will leave, and he will experience very little anxiety about his own position.


    This allowed him to focuspletely on the match.


    In the second half, Aldrich made three substitutions, taking off Makelele, Stam, and Larsson, and bringing on Back, Materazzi, and Shevchenko.


    The starters got a rest, and with slight adjustments to the formation, Aldrich settled down to watch the remaining minutes of the game.


    When the final whistle blew, the score stood at 4-0.


    During halftime, ckburn likely faced a harsh reprimand from Halford in the locker room, leading to a very conservative approach in the second half. Millwall took full advantage of this, with Trezeguet scoring twice and ultimately winning the match 4-0, confidently advancing to the next round of the FA Cup.

 Chapter 125: Aldrich Whirlwind

    <h4>Chapter 125: Aldrich Whirlwind</h4>


    When the FIFA match day arrived, most of the key yers had left the team, leaving Aldrich with a lighter workload. Beyond preparing for the uing League Cup final against Aston Vi at the end of the month, he spent most of his time wandering around the youth team, making it a habit to keep an eye on the yers'' development.


    He was particrly delighted to see that Van Nistelrooy, who had been stuck in the reserves for a long time, had finally found his groove in thest three months. His performance in reserve matches was impressive, especially in the penalty area, where he had be increasingly sharp. Unlike when he first joined the team, struggling to find his footing after being bullied by opposing defenders, he now calmly sought out space and developed his own thought process for judging the trajectory of the ball, reaping tangible results.


    Scoring nine goals in thest six reserve league games, Van Nistelrooy was still pushing himself. He dreamed of the day when reserve team coach Molex would tell him, "Rud, from today on, you''re no longer needed in the reserves; it''s time to train with the first team."


    Aldrich had been closely observing Van Nistelrooy''s hard work and achievements. After one day''s training, Aldrich made a point to have a lengthy conversation with him, and once it concluded, Van Nistelrooy left feeling thrilled.


    Aldrich made amitment to him: if he continued to put in the effort during training and focused on enhancing his support y as a forward, Aldrich would provide him with some game opportunities in the next few months.


    Luca Toni was another forward who had been with the club for a year and a half, yet he still resembled a wooden block on the pitch. Having just turned 18 at the season''s start, he participated in the youth league and scored regrly; however, he often appeared to be scoring only against weaker opponents. This mindset cultivated a tendency towards individualism in his y, overpowering defenders with his physicality and making it increasingly difficult for his teammates to connect with him.


    Aldrich held some hope for Toni, believing that a powerful striker like him, with good physical qualities, could hold the ball up front and create space for teammates to join the attack. Though his speed was a downside in fast-paced games, he was capable of being a significant threat in targeted attacking ys inside the box.


    Fortunately, a few months ago, Nagy had taken over the youth squad and started to reshape Toni to better fit into the tactical system.


    In the days leading up to the national team matches, Aldrich gave the team some time off. However, he still had matters to attend to himself��he had to "serve his sentence." The court had sentenced him to do 40 hours ofmunity service, and he hadn''tpleted a single hour yet.


    Perfectly timed for these days, he could finish his sentence in eight-hour shifts over two days, and thereafter continue with three-hour shifts, wrapping it up before the end of February.


    Waking up early the next day, Aldrich freshened up and began to change. He opened his wardrobe and nced over his Armani clothing before choosing a in, unbranded athletic outfit he couldn''t recall buying. He put on his pants and shoes and grabbed his jacket before heading downstairs. Before long, Andrew arrived, delivering the markers Aldrich had asked him to buy.


    With his hands in his pockets, Andrew grinned as he watched Aldrich write two eye-catching lines on the back of his jacket: "Protect the environment; everyone is responsible."


    Once the ink dried, Aldrich put on the jacket and turned to Andrew, asking, "How does it look?"


    "Not bad, eco-warrior," Andrew replied.


    Aldrich chuckled and turned to leave, saying, "I''m off to be a cleaner. Bye."


    Andrew didn''t even stop for breakfast and walked straight into the kitchen to find something to eat.


    Aldrich left his home. Regardless of the circumstances, he was still a public figure. In London, celebrities were often photographed while shopping, especially when doing volunteer work. Reporters were already waiting around Fleet Street, eager to capture Aldrich''s "sentence," all for the sake of news.


    As he stepped out of themunity entrance, Aldrich unexpectedly spotted three friends. Yvonne, with her ponytail, stood smiling in front of a small jeep, while Brady and Fred sat on the front hood, both dressed simrly in jeans and custom T-shirts emzoned with a blue lion and the words: "The Mighty Lion Rules!"


    Bang! Fred jumped down from the vehicle, yanked open the door to grab some tools, then mmed the door shut.


    Aldrich couldn''t help butugh, "What are you guys doing here?"


    "We''re here to help you get famous," Yvonne replied brightly.


    Brady and Fred slung brooms over their shoulders, while Yvonne held garbage bags and handed Aldrich a litter picker.


    Seeing their eagerness to join in the fun, Aldrich had no reason to shoo them away. Everyone knew that Aldrich''smunity service was simply a show��more about form than function.


    However, he didn''t view his court-ordered volunteer work as a bad thing; he felt no humiliation. Instead, he could flip the situation and turn it into an opportunity.


    As the owner and head coach of Millwall, Aldrich embodied the club''s spirit. His public image was intertwined with that of Millwall, which meant his actions needed to reflect positively on the club.


    He was a star, undeniably so. He had a surname; hismanding presence on the sidelines, his articte responses during media interviews, and his striking celebratory gestures��all contributed to Millwall''s impressive record.


    He naturally emanated personal charisma, oftenpared by pundits to Redknapp, with Aldrich emerging victorious because Redknappcked the samemanding aura on the sidelines, exining why Millwall''s team spirit consistently surpassed their opponents.


    As a public figure, Aldrich aimed to leverage his volunteer opportunity to bolster Millwall''s reputation. He wrote the environmental slogan on the back of his jacket to promote awareness.


    Was it a publicity stunt? Yes. But for anyone to dismiss Aldrich''s initiative outright would reveal their narrow-mindedness.


    When Pel�� reached the pinnacle of the World Cup in his prime, he didn''t thank his country or his family; he urged the world not to forget the suffering children. Can one say Pel�� was just putting on a show? Perhaps. But it was a show the masses needed, recognized, and responded positively to, transforming Pel�� from a man into a legend.


    Maradona''s passionate shout for Argentina��was that a stunt at his peak? Who would dare say so? This patriotic fervor resonated among the people at a fundamental level.


    Michael Jackson now standing among children singing "Heal the World" enamored audiences globally.


    Even in Aldrich''s vicinity, he could clearly identify simr examples. Princess Diana, despite her separation from the prince for over three years, maintained an extraordinary reputation among the people, who revered her dedication to charity.


    Ultimately, it was all about promotion��championing universal values. Everyone understood what was right, but when celebrities took a firm stance at opportune moments, it sparked reactions and resonated deeply with the audience, earning their innate recognition and support.


    Millwall, notorious in the English football scene, had its reputation confined to footballing circles, but a top-tier club''s influence stretched well beyond the pitch. Aldrich was relentless in his mission to elevate Millwall''s standing, starting with himself.


    Holding a litter picker in one hand, Aldrich pulled out his phone with the other and called the court-appointed supervisor.


    Before long, a thirty-something ck man dressed smartly in a shirt and cks rode up to themunity entrance on a motorcycle.


    He parked his bike and approached Aldrich, introducing himself with a handshake, "Mr. Hall, I''m Nordman. Are you ready to perform yourmunity service today?"


    Aldrich nced at his watch and said, "Eight hours today, eight tomorrow. Please record the time. By the way, is there a required workload?"


    With a smile, Nordman shook his head, "It''s just a symbolic punishment; as long as youplete the hours, there are no performance targets."


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, understanding. He took a deep breath and lifted his head to the cheerful sunshine, remarking, "Then let''s start now."


    With that, Aldrich began walking along the street, bending down to pick up litter when he saw it and cing it into the garbage bag that Yvonne held. For the more challenging trash, Brady and Fred would assist him.


    Unbeknownst to them, they had developed an audience. A few cars had begun to trail behind them, and from the windows and sunroofs, people were capturing every moment with their cameras.


    Aldrich didn''t mind. He wasughing and chatting with hispanions, transforming into happy cleaners.


    They became the focus on the street, particrly in East London, where many pedestrians recognized Aldrich and initially disyed surprise, soon greeting him amiably.


    As they reached ten in the morning, a crowd of young people began to gather behind Aldrich. They looked to be underage, and at first, when they spotted him, they would approach him for autographs or pictures. Aldrich politely declined, letting them know he could fulfill their requests during lunch. Consequently, these energetic teens followed closely behind, some even joining in the litter-picking effort.


    Aldrich became like a whirlwind, purifying the streets while also stirring upughter.


    "Hey, Aldrich,e work at my shop! I''ll give you five pounds an hour!" shouted a white-bearded old man selling hamburgers, giving Aldrich a thumbs-up, which drew smiles from passersby.


    Aldrich humorously replied, "Sure, save me a spot! If I''m ever out of work, I''ll be the first to find you!"


    "Well, you might as well forget it! I definitely don''t want to get mobbed by our Millwall fans!"


    "Hahaha..."


    More and more people gathered around Aldrich��young and old alike, though mostly teenagers. Many were parents with children who idolized Aldrich. The kids, perched on their fathers'' shoulders, glowed with excitement, while their fathers fought to weave through the crowd.


    Media representatives also began to arrive, taking countless photos and filming throughout; even a local news station was covering the event from the roadside.


    Aldrich rejected all interview requests but ran over to a reporting vehicle to pick up a cigarette butt that a driver had just discarded, making a point without needing to say a word. The crowd behind him turned to boo at the driver, who ducked away, making everybody burst intoughter.

 Chapter 126: Giving others courage.

    <h4>Chapter 126: Giving others courage.</h4>


    That noon, Aldrich''s lunch came a bitte but was quite simple. However, the atmosphere was lively. Along the Thames River, just outside Pepys Park, Aldrich treated everyone present to lunch��coffee and hamburgers.


    Leaning against the railing by the river, he enjoyed his hamburger and said, "I love beef cheeseburgers! I don''t care if I end up a big guy."


    "Oh no, Aldrich! If you get fat, you''ll be doomed! The poster in my bedroom will change into a mascot image!"


    A beautiful young girl in the crowd smiled at Aldrich without any shyness.


    Many girls stifled theirughter and nodded in agreement.


    Aldrich signed autographs and took photos, chatting with them like friends.


    As fellow young people, they were curious about what Aldrich''s life was like. They asked about his favorite music, whether he yed video games, what movies he watched, and some even gossiped about his rtionship with Mnie.


    Aside from sensitive topics, Aldrich was open about everything, engaging in a back-and-forth dialogue reminiscent of friends rather than a typical interview format.


    When it came to movies, most of the young crowd enjoyedst year''s James Bond film "GoldenEye," but Aldrich said he wasn''t really into the shy, heroic vibe of Bond. Instead, he preferred "Se7en," which came out six months ago.


    Everyone shared their thoughts, and the conversation flowed freely; Aldrich felt like one of them.


    Nearby, some parents were ying with their kids in the park. At some point, a ser ball rolled into their midst, and Aldrich looked up to see parents bringing a five- or six-year-old boy over.


    Suddenly, someone in the crowd started cheering for Aldrich to show off some skills.


    Aldrich, feeling the pressure, skillfully lifted the ball with his toes and juggled it back and forth��looking quitepetent.


    Wow!


    While everyone recognized that Aldrich was an excellent coach, nobody had ever witnessed him y ser, leading to astonished exmations from those around him. They chuckled and encouraged Aldrich to showcase some difficult skills.


    Aldrich was used to being around football every day, so he had some sense of the ball, but performing tricks was asking a lot.


    Still, he decided to give it a shot. He lifted the ball and tried to swing his leg around it before itnded, but he ended up failing miserably.


    Bam! The ball went flying, hitting Brady right in the face.


    "My face!"


    Brady rubbed his reddened nose, causing a burst ofughter from the crowd.


    Aldrich wasn''t the least bit embarrassed. Instead, he eagerly started kicking the ball around with the children.


    The kids were thrilled to be ying with Aldrich, and their pure, sweetughter rang out, bringing joy to their watching parents.


    Aldrich made a point to sign autographs for a few kids wearing Millwall jerseys. Just as he finished signing, his shirt was tugged by two little hands. He turned to see a pair of adorable, braided twin sisters, around six or seven years old.


    "Aldrich, can I give you a kiss?"


    The girls'' bright eyes sparkled with joy; clearly, they were fans of his.


    The crowd erupted inughter, and Aldrich widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the crowd before squatting down to the girls'' level, smiling as he asked, "Do you like Millwall?"


    "Yeah! Dad takes us to see the games every week, and Mom stays home to watch the live broadcasts with us."


    "Exactly! Dad says he''ll take us to the stadium when we''re a bit older. He says it''s too crowded now. Mom says Dad is a nutcase. If he gets too excited, he could forget to take care of us at the match."


    The girls'' innocent chatter made Aldrich and the others smile.


    Aldrich continued, "Who''s your favorite yer on the Millwall team?"


    Without hesitation, the girls chimed, "Ollie!"


    What cute little faces!


    Aldrich shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "But he''s gone back to Norway to y."


    The girls tugged at his shirt again, seemingly afraid he would run off. One of them said, "When ites to the team, we like you the most, and thenes Ollie!"


    Aldrich felt a bit shy at their sweet words and closed his eyes with a smile, saying, "Alright, you can give me a kiss on the cheek."


    Kiss, kiss.


    Both girls nted a kiss on his cheeks, and the sound of camera shutters clicked around them.


    When Aldrich opened his eyes, he saw several reporters had captured the scene. One of them raised a hand and suggested, "Mr. Hall, why don''t you take a picture with them?"


    These days, carrying a phone is like carrying a camera; few of them had actual cameras. So, Aldrich posed for a group photo with everyone.


    With some time left before the afternoon work began, Aldrich nned to continue resting. About thirty people stood together on the walkway by the Thames, when suddenly, music began to y.


    Fred liked to carry around a Walkman, ying some music tapes, along with a mini speaker, and it was time for some tunes toe alive.


    Hearing the melody, the young crowd couldn''t help but join in singing along.


    Aldrich often sang this song when he got together with friends, especially in East London, where this tune was quite popr.


    Perhaps it was because Fred was a ck immigrant, he had a particr fondness for this song and often listened to it on repeat.


    As the melody yed, their enthusiasm reignited, and they sang loudly together.


    "I said if you want to be my baby, it doesn''t matter if you''re ck or white. I said if you want to be my brother, it doesn''t matter if you''re ck or white..."


    It was like a celebration; they jumped and danced, continuously repeating the chorus.


    When their lungs reached their limit, the singing gradually faded out, and everyone, as if they''d aplished something great, erupted inughter and high-fives.


    Aldrich checked the time; it was time to start working in the afternoon. He called out to Nordman, who was on the fringe of the crowd, "Sir, I''m starting work now."


    Nordman shook his head with a smile, saying, "No, you already cleaned up the area this morning."


    Aldrich chuckled, took a deep breath, and replied, "Alright then, gotta keep moving and do some exercise."


    With that, he started jogging, and a group of people followed him.


    Throughout the afternoon, they became a unique sight in East London, with Aldrich at the center.


    Numerous media came to interview and document the day, pondering how to title the news.


    If they consulted Aldrich, he would have simply told them: Spread the positive energy.


    As the sun began to set, after an entire afternoon of picking up trash, Aldrich announced to Supervisor Nordman that their eight-hour workday was over.


    The young people with Aldrich erupted in cheers, while he just smiled, feeling nothing remarkable about it. He believed that cleaning the environment while bringing joy to others made the day fulfilling and meaningful.


    Just as he was about to leave, a woman walked up to Aldrich and asked with a worried look on her face: "Mr. Hall, can I ask you a favor?"


    Aldrich nced at the surrounding crowd and signaled for the woman to step aside for a private conversation, knowing that her request was likely personal and should not be made in public. Once they reached a secluded spot, Aldrich calmly listened to the woman''s request.


    It turned out that her eight-year-old son had fallen off his bicycle and suffered a fracture. He was scheduled for a minor surgery tomorrow, but the little boy was terrified. This mother hoped that Aldrich could encourage him, as the boy was a fan of Millwall and idolized Aldrich, who stood on the sidelines, fearless andmanding like a general.


    Aldrich didn''t think twice before agreeing.


    Waving goodbye to the others, Aldrich and threepanions followed the woman to her home, a modest little apartment.


    When Aldrich stepped into the boy''s bedroom, the little guy in bed froze at the sight of him, finally stuttering, "Y-you are Aldrich, right?"


    Aldrich nodded and sat down beside him, noticing the boy''s arm was bandaged and perched on his chest��clearly, he had been hurt.


    The little boy was overjoyed, and he began to babble about his love for Millwall.


    Aldrich noticed the boy''s room had a poster of the entire Millwall squad on the wall, along with many photos of yers like Nedved, Larsson, Trezeguet, and Mak��l��l����each captured in heroic moments on the field.


    "Hey, so you''re having surgery tomorrow, right?"


    The boy''s face paled slightly, fearfully nodding.


    Aldrich leaned closer, pointing to a small scar near his hairline, saying, "Do you see this scar?"


    The boy examined it closely and replied, "Yeah. How did you get it? Is it a birthmark?"


    "No, I got it when I fell off my bike at ten. I had to have surgery then too, and I was so scared I cried like a baby. But you''re braver than I was because at least you haven''t cried yet."


    Aldrich''s words left the boy in stunned silence.


    Still, he worriedly said, "What if the anesthesia doesn''t work tomorrow? It''ll hurt so much."


    "Are you a real man?"


    "Of course!"


    "Do you love your mom?"


    "Absolutely! She''s the one I love most!"


    "Good. Listen carefully: before I had my surgery, I was terrified too, but when I saw my mom crying in worry for me, I told myself I couldn''t let her worry because I was grown up now. A true man isn''t defined by how strong he is; it''s about bringing courage and confidence to others. If you''re a real man, do you know what to do?"


    The boy gazed at Aldrich, and with encouragement in Aldrich''s gaze, his expression turned serious. Suddenly he jumped off the bed and dashed out of the room.


    Aldrich heard the boy''s resolute words ringing from the living room.


    "Mom, I''m not scared at all! Just a small surgery. I''ll just sleep through it; you don''t need to worry. It''s nothing!"


    Aldrich smiled as he left the room and found Ivan standing outside with her mouth pressed into a thin line, giving him a thumbs-up, then softly asking, "Did you really cry?"


    "I just fell and passed out. When I woke up, the surgery was already done."


    Aldrich held backughter and winked at her.


    Ivan erupted intoughter.


    The boy''s mother knew Aldrich''s encouragement had made a big impact. She warmly invited Aldrich and his friends to stay for dinner. Unable to decline the mother and son''s hospitality, Aldrich stayed along with Ivan, Fred, and Brady, and they didn''t act like guests, pitching in to help prepare the meal.


    A simple yet delightful dinner was shared in that little apartment...

 Chapter 127: historic day

    <h4>Chapter 127: historic day</h4>


    Before the national team news broke, it was Aldrich who unexpectedly became the headline on Fleet Street during the FIFA match day. His whirlwind day made the front pages of major newspapers.


    Though his munity service" seemed like a publicity stunt, no one could criticize him for it. The environmental slogan scrawled on his sports jacket even earned praise from the Mayor of London, as Britain has long been an advocate for environmental protection.


    That evening, during a promotional event for the Spice Girls'' new album, Mnie wore an outfit emzoned with the same slogan. Aldrich had not discussed it with her beforehand; she must have picked up the news during the day and decided to add a spontaneous touch of synergy that benefited both of them.


    Some TV stations even edited together footage of Aldrich''s day and aired it that night as a special feature titled "Special Volunteer." Over the following days, Aldrich''s fame reached new heights, increasing his influence further.


    The Times published an article on Friday where a reporter pointed out that while experts debated the value of Millwall yers, who had ever calcted Aldrich-Hall''s worth? In the opinion of the writer, Millwall''s star yer was neither Larson, nor Nedved, nor any other names, but Hall himself. If Hall were to leave Millwall, more than 80% of the fans would reevaluate their view on the club, downgrading Millwall''spetitiveness by at least one tier. Hall, this young coach, has charisma rivaling that of any top stars and coaches in the Premier League. Of course, he needed trophies to validate himself, but let''s hypothetically assume he could prove himself with a championship; how much would his value rise then?


    In those days, Aldrich worked as a janitor, visited nursing homes, orphanages, and apanied several yers to hospitals. This behavior was encouraged by their agent Andrew, as it helped them establish a positive public image, all while carrying the colors of Millwall Football Club.


    Even the fierce rivals, West Ham United and Chelsea, couldn''t use Aldrich of seeking fame through his phnthropic actions during this period.


    One undeniable truth was that the celebrity effect was indeed significant. When an ordinary person urges kindness towards the young and old, itcks the impactpared to when the same wordse from a celebrity''s mouth.


    Aldrich was effectively doing free public service announcements, which society needed and the public genuinely appreciated, hoping for more such initiatives.


    Now, not only did Millwall fans admire Aldrich, but an increasing number of neutral fans were turning into his supporters. This support would reflect back on Millwall FC, evident in the sales of jerseys and memorabilia.


    His off-field charity work and volunteer efforts were not the primary focus of Aldrich''s job, so despite the media frenzy, the majority of his time remained dedicated to his core responsibilities.


    After the FIFA match day, Millwall maintained their momentum, delivering a resounding win that pushed Southampton deeper into the relegation zone. However, the atmosphere at Millwall FC became tense as they were poised for a historic moment.


    The mood during training shifted strangely. While the yers usually trained hard under their coach''s supervision, asionally sharing jokes to lighten the mood, they had grown oddly quiet as the League Cup final approached, burying themselves in their drills.


    It felt like the calm before a storm.


    Aldrich hadn''t been in the profession long enough to possess a wealth of experience. Never mind him��this was Millwall FC''s first cup final in its 110-year history.


    He wasn''t panicking; instead, he was taking it all in stride, relieving his stress by assuring himself that even if they lost, it wouldn''t matter because there would be more days ahead.


    However, he knew he had to find a way to win��that was his job.


    He was at a loss, unsure whether to ease the yers'' tension or push them to focus more seriously.


    The first choice risked making the yers underestimate their opponents. The second choice had its own drawbacks; he worried that too much seriousness might inhibit their performance.


    Caught in a dilemma, Aldrich decided to convene the entire coaching staff for a meeting.


    His fellow coaches acknowledged the situation, and when Aldrich sought their advice, they all exchanged bewildered nces, having no solutions to offer.


    After all, they were all in the same boat��this was their first time navigating this scenario.


    While Aldrich had some experience working at Ajax, he was not included in the first team, which meant he couldn''t ess the locker room and was uncertain about how to navigate the preparations for the uing match.


    After much deliberation, Aldrich concluded that he would prefer to err on the side of caution; rather than risk the yers producing ackluster performance by rxing too much, he would rather let them enter the final stage with high enthusiasm for battle.


    In the locker room after training, Aldrich would y a well-known piece of music while the yers rested.


    "nca''s Song"��rumored to have once been the anthem of the Nazi army during World War II, it waster transformed into the ssic "The Mass" by the famous musical group Era.


    This was an undeniably stirring piece of music, capable of igniting a man''s fighting spirit.


    The uing weekend''s final was meaningful for most of the yers; it could be their first trophy as professionals and Aldrich''s first as a coach.


    This weighed heavily on every Millwall fan''s mind.


    After 110 years of waiting, would the long championship drought finally end on thest Sunday of February 1996?


    After training on Saturday, Aldrich returned to his parents'' vi in the eastern suburbs and spent the night there.


    The next day, sharply dressed in a suit, he was kissed on the forehead by his mother and embraced by his father before heading out.


    Aldrich walked out of the vi, maintaining a calm demeanor as he drove to the club.


    Meanwhile, Arthur and his wife remained at home. Amelia asked Arthur, "Will we be in the same box as Ellis this afternoon?"


    Arthur scoffed, "No way. I don''t want to conflict with some old man with cancer."


    "Aren''t you two good friends?"


    "Please. He just uses me to make Bates jealous. The way he looks at me is like I''m someckey. Bah! Just because he has money, big deal. In a few years, our family will be wealthier than he is."


    The Ellis they were referring to was Doug Ellis, the owner of Aston Vi, a wealthy tycoon whose businesses spanned nearly twenty different fields. However, he was quite stingy with investments in Aston Vi, opting instead for a model that aimed for self-sustainability.


    Approaching seventy, Doug Ellis was suffering from prostate cancer and loved to show off his affluence. He often cruised around in a shy red Rolls-Royce and had, six months prior, invited Chelsea owner Bates to vacation on his yacht, only for Bates to rudelyment about the yacht''s poor food in front of him, which deeply offended Ellis, prompting a rift between them.


    He then sought out Arthur, who had been in an argument with Bates during a roundtable meeting. Although Arthur had a rough background, he was cunning enough to navigate Ellis with a semnce of friendliness, partly as a way to get back at Bates, seeing it as mere amusement.


    But today was the day Millwall and Aston Vi were fighting for the League Cup title, and Arthur knew he couldn''t keep messing around with Ellis anymore. If they ended up in the same box together, Arthur felt sure something would go wrong. If Aston Vi won, Arthur might just smash up the private box. If Millwall won, he''d probably get too carried away celebrating, and Ellis wouldn''t be able to take it.


    Arthur had already nned that during this exceptionally special day, he wanted to stand in the stands alongside his old mates, just as their fathers had cheered for the team back at the Den.


    The rest of his family could go to the box, but he wouldn''t.


    For thest one hundred ten years, since Arthur could remember, his grandfather, father, and father had repeated a single refrain countless times:


    "Millwall has no trophies."


    Who would believe him if he said he didn''t care?


    The first trophy had been too long ining; it felt as if eons had passed, with a sea changing to mulberry, while countless youthful dreams faded into the grave...


    Today, Arthur felt immense pride; his son would surely end the club''s long drought of triumph. He was confident beyond measure.


    And this was a day that he, along with many brothers long gone, carried the hopes of their ancestors into the grave, a day they had to witness shoulder to shoulder.


    Shortly after noon, traffic began to clog along the northbound routes from East London to North London.


    The reason? The Millwall supporters began to flow toward Wembley Stadium in north-west London. The venue, which could hold over sixty thousand fans, was destined to be sold out; tickets allocated to both teams had disappeared, and even ticket scalpers weren''t dampening the fervor of Millwall supporters eager to gain entry.


    As for Aston Vi, they had once basked in glory, reaching the pinnacle of Europe fourteen years ago, but that seemed to be theirst hurrah, having not touched a top-flight league trophy since then. However, they did possess the League Cup, champions in ''94, marking this as their second final in three years.


    Unlike Millwall, which faced rtively weaker opponents on their way to the final, Aston Vi had taken down several strong contenders, suggesting a more substantial worth to their ticket to the final.


    Their remarkable sess had set the stage for heightened expectations heading into the final.


    Now, Millwall, currently ranking third in the Premier League, faced off against Aston Vi, in fifth ce; it was undoubtedly a sh of titans, even if the names might not ring as loudly.


    As the team buses entered Wembley, Aldrich gazed out the window to see a blue sea of fans. Even those without tickets hade to support their team from the closest possible distance.


    Aldrich told himself, "Maybe I could afford to lose for myself, but for them, losing is absolutely not an option!"


    With a soft hiss, the bus came to a stop, and the doors swung open.


    Aldrich stood up first, turning away and firmly saying, "Millwall."


    The yers instinctively shouted back, "Charge!"


    "Get off the bus."


    Aldrich stepped off the bus first.

 Chapter 128: Retro Tactics

    <h4>Chapter 128: Retro Tactics</h4>


    The League Cup final was about tomence, and Aldrich was in the locker room delivering his final pre-match pep talk. The yers were well aware of Aldrich''s style; he wouldn''t waste time discussing tactics just before the game��those preparations had beenpleted over the past week.


    The locker room was enveloped in silence as the yers put on their jerseys,ced up their boots, and stared solemnly at Aldrich with pride and determination.


    Aldrich approached Keller with a serious expression and asked, "Do you want the championship?"


    Without hesitation, Keller replied, "Yes!"


    Aldrich then moved to Sothgate and continued his inquiry, "Do you want the championship?"


    "Boss, it''s all I dream about!" Sothgate eximed.


    Aldrich went to Stam next and asked, "Do you want the championship?"


    "Of course I do!"


    ...


    He repeated the same question to every yer in the locker room, and naturally, the answers were unanimous.


    No one wanted anything less than the championship.


    Once the questioning was done, Aldrich stood in the center, speaking in a deep voice, "We all want the championship, desperately so. But what will it take to secure it? Is it Henrik? Or David? Pavel? Robert? Bernd? ude? I''ll tell you: it''s both yes and no!"


    Aldrich pointed towards Keller and shouted, "Today, you are the star!"


    "And you too!"


    "And you!"


    "You, you, you... all of you are the most important yers. Together, you form the most powerful team. Why? Because we are united! We are one cohesive force, our fists are aimed at our enemies, and while each of us may not be perfect, weplement each other effectively. This makes us wless and much stronger than we seem, right?"


    Aldrich''s piercing gaze swept across each yer, and they all nodded firmly in agreement.


    They all understood this well. After nearly two years under Aldrich, they hade to deeply appreciate the value of teamwork. The football philosophy he instilled in them was evident on the pitch, leading to a strength greater than the sum of its parts.


    "Remember, glory belongs to the collective and to each of you. Today, we face a final match. What happens on the pitch is unpredictable, but let''s consider for a moment: what if we can''t score? Don''t panic! Maintain your focus on the game; don''t let the fear of losing the championship overwhelm you. Trust your teammates, trust yourself. And what if we take the lead? Stay calm; the game can change in an instant. Until the final whistle, anything can happen, and we must not let victory slip through our fingers. Fight until the end, and then we can celebrate without restraint. What if things go south? What if we fall behind and the opponents score first? Remember, adversity is the best stage for a yer. Stand firm under pressure, disy the determination and willpower to turn this around��this is how you prove yourselves. Can you do that?"


    As soon as Aldrich finished his speech, the locker room erupted in a deafening roar.


    "Yes!"


    Aldrich proimed, "Alright, Lions, let''s charge forward!"


    With that, Aldrich stepped out of the locker room, followed energetically by the yers, who marched out with zing spirit.


    As they emerged from the yers'' tunnel onto the field, Aldrich approached Aston Vi''s head coach Brian Little for a polite greeting.


    Knowing they wouldn''t have another chance to meet until after the match, they exchanged pleasantries beforehand as a formality.


    When Aldrich returned to his coaching position, he lifted his head and surveyed Wembley Stadium. The venue was packed to the brim, with a sea of blue in the stands and patches of dark red. Clearly, there were far more Millwall fans in attendance than Aston Vi supporters.


    An estimated forty thousand Millwall fans filled the stands,pared to just over ten thousand for Aston Vi. After all, this was London, and Millwall enjoyed a sort of half-home advantage.


    Brady was in the stands, leading more than three thousand Lion Roar fan club members, all holding up deep blue scarves in unison. The scarf design was quite simple.


    "1995-1996, Millwall club badge, Millwall name."


    The message was straightforward: they wanted this scarf to be the mostmemorative piece of the day.


    Today, Millwall''s fans were rather quiet in the stands, focusing on singing without even ncing at the Aston Vi supporters.


    Most fans were filled with anxiety, tension, excitement, and conflicting feelings about the oue.


    Millwall had made it to Wembley, marking a historic moment.


    Even if they lost, it would be their best performance in domestic cuppetitions.


    In their hundred and ten years of history, they had never finished as a runner-up in any cup!


    But who remembers the second ce?


    Here we are; we absolutely want that damn championship!


    Grandfathers, fathers, family members, and children��the countless eyes in the stands represented not just individuals but a legacy of expectations spanning generations.


    Millwall, let us strive for even more pride!


    The referee team led both teams onto the pitch.


    "Wee to Wembley Stadium! On this sunny afternoon, we are about to witness the birth of the first championship trophy of the English season. No doubt it is a historic moment for Millwall, having reached the final, creating the best cup history in the club, while Aston Vi is back in the League Cup final for the second time in three years. They should be moreposed, as they know how to handle such high-stakes matches. The yers are already lined up for a photo op, and soon we''ll introduce the starting lineups."


    Sothgate exchanged gs with Aston Vi captain Hugo Ehiogu, then shook hands with the referee team. After that, they returned to their teams for a pre-game photo.


    Afterward, Millwall''s yers gathered in a circle, bending down to embrace each other.


    Somewhere along the line, this had be their routine: the captain leading the morale boost before the match.


    "Millwall!"


    "Charge!"


    Sothgate led the yers in chanting three times, then they all stood tall and prepared for kickoff.


    "Today''s Millwall starting lineup is quite familiar: Goalkeeper: Keller; Defenders: Thuram, Stam, Sothgate, Neal; Midfielders: Schneider, Makelele, Nedved, Pires; Forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet. Their formation is a 4-4-2. In contrast, Aston Vi''s starting formation is somewhat surprising: Goalkeeper: Ox; Defenders: Nelson, Ehiogu, Simic, Wright, Staunton; Midfielders: Draper, Taylor, Koscik; Forwards: Milosevic, York. It seems that Aston Vi''s coach, Little, is quite cautious of Millwall''s attacking prowess, opting for a five-defender formation, likely a 5-3-2. However, forward York is known for his passing skills, so he might cover a lot of ground, which could make it a 5-4-1. We''ll keep an eye on it when the match starts."


    Aldrich was taken aback by Aston Vi''s lineup.


    This was a team that finished fifth in the Premier League; they certainly wouldn''t usually y so conservatively with a 5-3-2, which was clearly a tactical adjustment for this match.


    Aston Vi''s midfield and defense consisted of seasoned yers; although they might not be standout stars, they definitely yed at a mid-level Premier League standard.


    In terms of forwards, one was Savo Milosevic, a typical striker capable of scoring with both headers and kicks, thoughcking in other skills and requiring service from teammates. He partnered with Dwight York, known for his ability to link y and deliver passes. York was the same yer whoter partnered with Andy Cole at Manchester United. With a strong physical presence, he could withstand pressure from defenders to maintain possession.


    It seemed that Brian Little intended to leverage counter-attacks to secure the League Cup trophy.


    As the match kicked off, Aldrich observed the unfolding situation on the pitch, his brows furrowing slightly.


    Aston Vi indeed fell back into apact defense with a strong structure. The three midfielders guarded the area just outside their penalty box, refraining from hasty challenges, while the five defenders held a staggered line. Simic yed more like a deep-lying defender, ready to defend against Millwall''ste runs or prating passes that sought to breach their defensive line.


    This defensive strategy wasn''t particrly innovative or advanced; one could even describe it as retro, resembling the early Italian "catenio" style.


    Like Mediterranean fishermen, it wasn''t just one but two who cast theirs into the sea to maximize their catch, ensuring that no fish slipped away.


    In a chain defense, the role of the deep-lying center-back was akin to that second, nabbing any loose balls or attacking yers that broke through the first line.


    Millwall''s attack was colorful at first, demonstrating patience. However, after several prations were thwarted by the packed defense, their formation began to push forward inadvertently, with more and more yers joining the attack, culminating in a siege of Aston Vi''s half.


    The stands erupted with cheers as Millwall''s fans sensed victory was within reach.


    But Aldrich felt a cold sweat beading on his forehead; something didn''t feel right.


    Motivating the yers during preparation had encouraged a vignt and aggressive mentality on the pitch.


    However, it seemed that this was precisely what Aston Vi wanted.


    From the beginning, they adopted a defensive stance, unafraid of Millwall''s relentless assault.


    With the Millwall attack pushing too aggressively, their defense began to appear vulnerable. Even with three yers ensuring coverage, could Makelele, Stam, and Sothgate really cover the entire backline?


    Aston Vi''s Milosevic and York were using single-yer tactics in their counter-attacks, but the space left for them to operate was vast. If they seized the opportunity, it could spell disaster.


    Aldrich yelled for the yers, instructing the two full-backs not to attack too frequently. This was a final, and defense should always be the priority.


    Yet as Thuram and Neal pulled back, Millwall struggled even more to prate the defense, as if sinking into quicksand.


    With less pressure from Millwall, Aston Vi didn''tmit many yers to attack either, using straightforward long balls or direct passes to send the ball to the front lines and letting their two forwards take it from there.


    Watching this unfold, Aldrich kept reminding himself to stay calm.


    This was a battle of patience; the first team to loseposure would expose their weaknesses to the opponent.


    Especially against a counter-attacking team like Aston Vi, they often found their best opportunities after the opposing team lost their cool in a frenzy of attacks,nding a lethal blow that would secure victory.

 Chapter 129: Fast Break in Counterattack

    <h4>Chapter 129: Fast Break in Counterattack</h4>


    Millwall focused on offense while Aston Vi concentrated on defense, making the situation clear.


    The roar from the stands was deafening, and the final at Wembley Stadium seemed a bit one-sided.


    However, Aldrich couldn''t afford to be optimistic. Millwall''s attacks yielded no results, so he instructed the two full-backs to return and secure the defense, hoping to draw Aston Vi out and see if they wouldmit more yers to offense with less pressure on their defense.


    Unfortunately, Brian Little''s tactical setup left Aldrich disappointed. Aston Vi yed in perfect unison, even when opportunities arose for their three midfielders to push forward, they maintained a long-ball strategy. The midfielders barely ventured beyond the center circle, and the full-backs stayed aligned with the defensive line.


    As a result, it was Millwall who became increasingly impatient. Attacking with just five yers against eight was a recipe for frustration.


    The yers were constantly double-teamed and unable to create any threatening offenses. So Thuram and Neil surged forward again, but they couldn''t make a significant impact on the wings.


    Aldrich felt anxious. Aston Vi''s targeted defense felt like a match of wits. Even when they allowed Millwall''s attacking yers the space to cut into the wing, their defense effectively shut down any internal passingnes.


    Afterbining with Thuram, Schneider got the ball down to the byline, dazzling with his footwork to get past Stoughton. However, just as he slipped by Stoughton, Wright was ready and cleared the ball with a powerful kick.


    Three minutester, Pir��s teamed up with Neil on the opposite side, and Neil drew Nelson away. Pir��s made a cut inside, but just as he took a step, Draper pressured him. Pir��s feigned a dribble and sent a cross to Nedv��d in the center, yet Nedv��d, eager to make the y, found himself thwarted as Tyler lunged in to clear the ball away.


    A minute and a halfter, Pir��s tried the same trick, but this time he passed to Neil, who opted not to dribble but swung in a cross, which Nelson blocked with his body.


    Schneider attempted a lob into the box, and Larsen stylishly controlled the ball to evade Wright, only to lose it again to the retreating center-back Simeka.


    Attack, disruption, attack, disruption...


    The main theme of the match was unmistakable. Millwall stopped trying to prate. Larsen withdrew, and with Pir��s, Schneider, and Nedv��d, they began to attempt long-range shots from the outskirts to piercing through the dense defense. They yed with confidence.


    However, most of their long-range efforts were less than impressive, either blocked by Aston Vi''s defenders or straying off-target.


    With thirty-seven minutes gone in the first half, Millwall had only one shot on target.


    Meanwhile, Aston Vi hadn''t managed a single shot on goal.


    Aldrich paced back and forth on the sidelines. He had analyzed Aston Vi''s tactics for half a month and never anticipated Brian Little''s clever maneuver.


    In reality, if he could have entered Aston Vi''s tactical meeting room, he would have learned that Brian Little drew inspiration from Millwall''s match against Newcastle United earlier in the season. He fortified their three midfielders to protect the area just outside the box, ensuring the backline wasyered and coordinated, with reasonable responsibilities for intercepting and disrupting y. Moreover, Little didn''t change the duties of the two center-backs; he simply added a retreating center-back to disrupt the opponent''s prative ys.


    Newcastle United had appeared invincible in the first half of the season but left the Lion''s Den in humiliation. This gave Little an insight, as Millwall''s attacking firepower was no less formidable than Newcastle''s.


    Aldrich''s strategy faltered; he had set up a 4-4-2 formation for a bnce between attack and defense, yet Aston Vi seemed to defendfortably.


    He recognized the central issue was the retreating center-back Simeka. Larsen and Trezeguet were marked closely by the two center-backs, and even if they excelled or attempted to link up, Simeka''s role effectively snuffed out any threatening attacks at thest moment.


    Despite Millwall''s sessful resolution of several counterattacks by Aston Vi that involved high balls, this wasn''t a promising sign.


    While Aldrich pondered changes, Kosti? intercepted a pass intended for Pir��s. Pir��s attempted a personal breakthrough to tear apart the defense but, in tight confines, he deceived Nelson yet was sessfully dispossessed by Kosti?.


    Kosti? nced up and yed a ground pass out to the right nk.


    Neil had just sprinted up, now tracking back. During Millwall''s offensive ys, the biggest gaps in their defense were on both wings.


    Milo?evi? was leading the charge, pinning down the backline of Southgate and Stam, while York roamed freely. This time, he was waiting on the right wing to receive the ball.


    Mak��l��l�� didn''t rush forward recklessly; instead, he retreated to assess the situation. Noticing Aston Vi''s defenders weren''t pushing forward to join the attack, he strategically moved to assist on the wing, limiting York''s dribbling space.


    Milo?evi? first charged ahead, then suddenly halted, and York, who worked perfectly with him, didn''t aim to break directly through Mak��l��l��. Instead, he awaited the signal to exploit the space, and at that moment, he saw his opportunity and executed a ground pass.


    About forty yards from the edge of the box, Milo?evi? received the ball, sidestepped to adjust his angle and position, denying Southgate any chance to apply immediate pressure, then unleashed a powerful shot.


    Seeing that strike, Aldrich was left dumbfounded, shocked to the core: damn it, was Aston Vi in cahoots with Lady Luck?


    The shot was beautiful, and its trajectory was aimed straight for the top right corner of the goal, zipping through the air.


    Keller made a phenomenal save!


    Due to the distance and open view, he had ample time to prepare. This wless long-range shot didn''t throw him off bnce. As the ball soared toward the upper corner, he leaped, palming it away for a corner.


    "Wow! Milo?evi?''s long-range effort almost put Aston Vi ahead! This was their first shot on target since kickoff, and Keller made a world-ss save. Yet if Milo?evi? had taken his shot from 25 to 30 yards out, Keller might have been helpless. Aston Vi earned a corner kick."


    When the corner kick opportunity arose, Aldrich noticed that Aston Vi''s central and defensive yers had finally started moving forward with speed, as if on a sprint.


    This sent a chill down Aldrich''s spine, and he immediately shouted from the sidelines, "Quick, fall back to defend!"


    Millwall''s yers dashed back at full speed. It was a strange scene; normally at this point in a corner situation, one team should be preparing for defense while the other gets ready to attack. However, this opportunity came from a counter-attack, and York dashed towards the corner g, seemingly set to take the corner quickly.


    The trio of midfielders��Draper, Tyler, and Kosti?��also charged forward the moment the ball crossed the goal line, leaving Millwall''s yers startled.


    In their frantic defense setup, the gaps were too numerous.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but shout, "Foul! Dy them with a foul!"


    But the yers failed to respond correctly, behaving more like obedient children on the pitch. Instead of protecting crucial areas, they hurried back to defend without any strategical thought, granting Aston Vi a golden opportunity.


    York ced the ball at the corner position, bent down, and delivered it to Draper, who had made a run from the edge. Neil hurried back in a bid to mark Draper, while York smartly receded ahead of the defensive line. Draper then yed a direct pass back to York, who carried the ball down to the byline, getting ahead of the entire Millwall defense.


    With a near-scorcher of a cross, he swiftly drove the ball towards the goal. Millwall''s defenders tried to block it with their bodies; Southgate lunged but failed to touch the ball. Stam was engaged in a tussle with Milo?evi?, both missing the ball entirely, while Mak��l��l�� pulled Tyler down outside the box. Yet someone was lurking at the back post.


    Kosti?!


    <i>Before the corner kick was taken, he sprinted all the way from the backfield. Inside the box, Thuram bumped into him, causing Kosti? to stumble and seemingly about to fall. Thuram immediately raised his hand to indicate that he didn''tmit a foul, but this also created distance between him and Kosti?.</i>


    Stumbling nearly as if about to fall, Kosti? charged into the ball at the back post, heading it from just half a meter above the ground.


    Keller lunged, but it was already toote.


    The ball sailed into Millwall''s, and Kosti? seemed to slide into his celebration seamlessly,ing to a stop with his chest pressed to the ground right on the goal line.


    The noise at Wembley Stadium instantly dropped a notch, with Millwall fans left stunned, struggling toprehend the scene unfolding before them.


    We''re losing?


    Aston Vi fans erupted in jubnt cheers.


    This goal felt like a taste of the championship trophy.


    "The goal is in! Aston Vi tore through Millwall''s defense with a stunningly quick counterattack. This wasn''t just an offensive y; York received the ball on the wing and passed it to Milo?evi?, whose long-range shot resulted in a corner kick. Following that, Aston Vi''s corner was also a swift counter, and reys clearly showed that two of their three midfielders sprinted toward the box. Draper then positioned himself to receive York''s quickly taken corner, executing a simple one-two pass. York, having gotten behind the defense, reached the byline and delivered a powerful cross. The ball traveled between the goalkeeper and the defenders, making it a nightmarish delivery. Aston Vi had three yers creating pressure in the box, and ultimately, Kosti? stormed in from the back post to score. If Kosti? hadn''t found the back of the, it''s possible the referee might have awarded a penalty, as we saw the referee had already put the whistle to his mouth after Thuram collided with Kosti?. Now, Aston Vi has taken the lead, and the uing stages of the match promise to be even more thrilling!"


    This goal left Millwall''s yers a bit dazed.


    While Aldrich, who had previously been animated, now stood calmly on the sidelines, signaling with a wave for his yers to take the kick-off at the center circle.

 Chapter 130: Substitute the center-back

    <h4>Chapter 130: Substitute the center-back</h4>


    After Kosti?''s goal, the live broadcast immediately shifted its focus. Aside from Kosti?, who was buried under a pile of teammates in front of Millwall''s goal, the expressions of the Millwall yers were also captured by the cameras.


    Then, a group of people surged from the Aston Vi bench, with Brian Litte taking center stage. His fists were raised as he let out a triumphant roar, clearly exhrated by the effectiveness of his tactics.


    Finally, the camera found Aldrich, whose demeanor starkly contrasted with the electric atmosphere on the field. Standing calmly on the sidelines, he exhibited a sense of tranquility; earlier he had shown signs of impatience while directing the team, but now he seemed almost detached, as if the situation did not concern him.


    The yers nced toward the sidelines, and upon seeing Aldrich''sposed gestures, they naturally sprang back into action for the restart. Each yer quickly regained their fighting spirit after the setback of conceding a goal, recalling the words Aldrich had spoken in the locker room before the match.


    Being behind was the worst scenario, but they were not unprepared for it.


    In reality, Aldrich was anything but calm. Not at all. As chaos roiled within him, he mentally cursed all the gods. There are always elements of chance in football��if Milo?evi?''s long shot had veered just a little off-course, they wouldn''t have conceded that corner in the first ce.


    Aldrich''sints were merely the gripes of a mere mortal. After venting internally, he knew he needed to regain hisposure quickly.


    He couldn''t panic. If he did, not only would he be of no help to his yers, but he might also spread panic among them. Thatst goal was preventable; it simply showed that Millwall was still too young, and certain defensive tactics had not yet been polished to perfection.


    At the right moment, a tactical foul could indeed turn the tide of a match.


    The majority of Millwall''s yers embodied the notion of fair y. Even Mak��l��l��, who primarily focused on defense, looked down upon the idea of smothering an attack with unending fouls. His defensive style was a form of art, destructive yet elegantly executed.


    While Millwall yers are not averse tomitting fouls, they prefer to engage in direct defensive y. For example, Lucas Neill, who has the highest average number of cards on the team, typicallymits fouls due to his aggressive style of direct defending. Such fierceness is often an innate quality of yers, not something they acquireter.


    Conversely, many "good guys" try to toughen up, but often end up looking more ridiculous than intimidating.


    Tactical fouling was a key focus in defensive training at Millwall, and they emphasized this awareness among the yers. Yet these instinctive decisions weren''t something a coach could simply instill with a few words; it boiled down to experience.


    The Aston Vi fans in the stands raised their voices, singing louder with each verse. In contrast, Millwall''s fans appeared somewhat lost, anxiety palpable in the air.


    Was a hundred and ten years of waiting still not over?


    This goal had left many fans stunned, including Brady, the head of the fan organization, who sat bewildered in the stands until his friend Ivan called out Millwall''s name with a bright, ringing voice, bringing him back to reality. He subsequently joined in, pping and shouting Millwall''s name with a fierce expression, like a beast.


    Arthur and his old friends stood in the stands, having not sat down since entering the stadium. With a scarf around his neck and a Millwall jersey on, he looked almost carefree amidst the surrounding silence, mockingly saying, "Have you all lost your minds? So what if we conceded? I''ve watched nearly two thousand Millwall matches��being down first isn''t unusual! Look at your scared faces! What a disgrace!"


    "Arthur, f��k! This is the League Cup Final!"


    A man who appeared to be at least ten years older than Arthur admonished him.


    Arthur scoffed without turning, "So what if it''s a final? If Millwall loses today, are you going to take off your jersey and roll out of East London? I''m curious why you don''t go lick Arsenal''s a**. They''ve been to plenty of finals and won championships, haven''t they? Isn''t that what you want?"


    "Arthur! Do you want to fight?"


    "I could pound you into the ground like I did thirty years ago! Want to give it a try?"


    "Shut the hell up!"


    "Shut the fuck up!"


    In this group of older men, the one with the most authority was not the wealthy Arthur but a white-haired elder who appeared to be around sixty. He wasn''t particrly tall or strong, but his clearly etched wrinkles gave him an imposing presence without any need for anger. In his younger days, he was one of the street toughs andter spent three years in prison before reforming his ways; however, his tough-guy attitude was still very much alive. His scolding instantly put an end to Arthur''s banter with the other man, emphasizing the old leader''s enduring influence.


    p, p.


    "Millwall!"


    p, p.


    "Millwall!"


    The white-haired elder said nothing further; raising both hands, he pped and shouted Millwall''s name.


    Soon, the quiet stands erupted in a unified chant.


    "Millwall" rang out loud once again.


    For Millwall, this situation was the worst possible oue.


    Aston Vi had taken the lead, proving that their tactics were paying off, and the yers'' consistency in executing those tactics would only increase. They likely wouldn''t even consider attacking again.


    Aldrich contemted his countermeasures on the sidelines. Breaking through a packed defense boiled down to just a few strategies: pration, long shots, and set pieces. He couldn''t help but recall the team that excelled at dismantling defenses decadester: Barcelona''s legendary 2009 team.


    However, he quickly shook his head, rejecting the idea of mimicking Barcelona''s tactics.


    Barcelona''s tactical core revolved around ball control. Guardi was obsessed with maintaining possession, a philosophy that stemmed from the teachings of Barcelona''s father figure, Cruyff.


    "On the football field, there is only one ball. When you firmly control that ball, the opponent can''t score."


    This encapsted Barcelona''s football philosophy.


    Millwall would also engage in short passes and ovep runs, with midfielders exchanging positions and other cooperative details, but their fundamental football philosophy differed significantly.


    Aldrich did not prioritize possession; instead, he sought scoring opportunities.


    When yers had a chance to shoot just outside the box, he encouraged them to take the shot without overthinking it��just shoot.


    It wouldn''t be fair to say that a possession-based style was boring or tedious. Those ying on the field often found great satisfaction in stringing together twenty or thirty passes to toy with opponents and finally score; it was truly an art form.


    Nevertheless, to many neutral fans, paying to watch the game was all about enjoyment��seeing shots on goal, exquisite long passes, disys of individual skill, and marvelous saves��not the same back-and-forth of 5 to 10-yard passes. When a precise shot on goal required sixty or seventy passes as a foundation, Aldrich felt such football would struggle to survive in Ennd, as it could dampen crowd enthusiasm and lead to visual fatigue.


    What he sought was efficient attacking football��score with one kick instead of three. Although this reduced possession time and offered opponents more chances to attack, that was part of football''s charm, and he wasn''t afraid of conceding chances; risk and opportunity always coexist.


    What he feared most was a scenario like Aston Vi''s right now.


    Casting a nce at the bench, Aldrich''s eyesnded on substitute striker Solskj?r. The versatile yer was meant to exploit the advantage through counterattacks.


    Back and Vieira stood one in front of the other, presenting arge space for midfield adjustments should any problems arise.


    Instead of preparing full-backs, Aldrich opted for backup goalkeeper Butt and center-back Materazzi.


    He didn''t put Richards and Elguera on the bench, believing Materazzi was tougher. Whether recing center-backs Southgate or Stam, Materazzi''s physicality and aggression would provide a significant impact against Milo?evi?.


    Aldrich checked the time; a minute had already passed in stoppage time of the first half, and the referee would soon signal the end of it.


    He walked over to the bench and told Materazzi calmly, "Marco, warm up here at halftime."


    Everyone on the bench froze, staring at Aldrich in disbelief.


    The team was trailing, and he wanted a center-back to warm up?


    Southgate and Stam weren''t injured nor did they have yellow cards; why would he switch a center-back now?


    It was hard toy the me for thest goal on the two center-backs.


    What was he thinking?


    Without hesitation, Materazzi donned his training top and dashed out, immediately starting his warm-up.


    As the first half came to a close, Aldrich watched the yers file into the tunnel one by one. He called Neil over, holding him back to walk into the locker roomst.


    Neil was drenched in sweat, but Aldrich didn''t mind. He put an arm around his shoulder and said earnestly, "Lucas, you yed very well in the first half, but in the second half, I can only give you five minutes."


    Neil turned to Aldrich, asking, "Boss, is there something about my performance that doesn''t satisfy you?"


    "No, I meant it��you yed great. Substituting you was my tactical mistake before the match. If we could rewind the clock, you''d still start and y the full match. However, for the good of the team, I had to make the change. This decision was tactical, not a judgment of your performance. I hope you understand and can make this sacrifice for the team."


    Neil paused for a moment, then nodded, saying, "Alright, five minutes, and I''ll still give it my all."


    "Lucas, thank you."


    Aldrich would only provide a brief exnation; he had no time tofort or counsel Neil further. He needed to speak straightforwardly, and fortunately, Neil epted Aldrich''s decision. He was a mature yer, and Aldrich appreciated his professional attitude.


    He wasn''t the kind of coach who would act unterally. If he had substituted Neil in the 50th minute without a word, it would have had a significant psychological impact on the yer. In extreme cases, it could even damage the rtionship between the head coach and the yers.


    Feeling guilty, Aldrich exined himself so Neil could ept the decision calmly.


    Inside the locker room, Aldrich outlined the tactics for the second half. He didn''t focus on boosting morale during the halftime break; instead, he needed the yers to calm down. They couldn''t just charge in blindly. A clear mind, a steady heart, and undying fighting spirit were essential qualities for aeback in adverse circumstances.

 Chapter 131: The Tactical Shift

    <h4>Chapter 131: The Tactical Shift</h4>


    After the halftime break, the yers of Aston Vi emerged with a positive mindset. If they could hold on for the next 45 minutes, they would lift the championship trophy. The yers from Millwall entered the field, ready to kick off, and Aldrich called the warmed-up Materazzi over.


    "Boss, what do you want me to do?" Materazzi asked, standing tall and speaking loudly, almost like a soldier pledging his loyalty.


    Aldrich turned to him and softly asked, "Did you notice how the opposing team arranged their defensive formation in the first half?"


    Materazzi was momentarily taken aback, then shared his thoughts. Generally speaking, his assessment was not far off the mark. Aldrich had him stand beside him and pulled out a notebook from his suit jacket, sketching out a simple diagram of Aston Vi''s defensive system.


    It consisted of three midfielders, one forward, and two defensive yers, with four defenders aligned and one holding midfielder trailing behind. The defensive system was well-structured.


    Assessing a team''s defensive capability isn''t merely about the number of defenders or their aggression; what''s crucial is theyers in their defensive setup and the connections among the yers. Often, when a star yer breaks through and bypasses the entire defense or when a passing maestro pierces through with a precise delivery, it''s not always about their extraordinary skills. Sometimes it''s simply that the opponentcks an understanding of team defense. Rushing all defenders toward a single yer may appear fierce and tenacious, but in reality, it leaves significant gaps.


    Today, Aston Vi''s defensive system was working quite well. Given that this was the final match, the yers'' tactical execution and game focus were at an admirable level. They weren''t recklessly pressing their opponents; instead, they slowed down the opponent''s rhythm andpressed the space. When it was time to press, it would always be one defender going in, forcing the opponent into a difficult decision: either to pass or to attempt a breakthrough, while teammates would be lurking for the next interception opportunity. Their efficiency was remarkable, effectively curtailing Millwall''s attacks.


    As the second half began, Millwall''s attacking style remained unchanged, employing abination of wing y and central attacks to create opportunities across the pitch. However, several threatening passes into the penalty area were easily cleared by Simek.


    For the first five or six minutes of the second half, Aldrich kept exining to Materazzi the defensive tactics employed by the opponents in their own box. Materazzi was listening intently, nodding frequently.


    Once Aldrich confirmed that Materazzi understood, he turned to him seriously and said, "Marco, your task after entering the game is as follows: when defending, disrupt the opposing midfielders and wingers. If you can''t stop them, stay up front. During attacks, you need to position yourself at the front and stick closely to Simek. If he''s not marking you, even better��take shots when you can. If he''s focused on you, then cover for Henrik and David. Do you understand?"


    Materazzi, tall and formidable, excelled in aerial duels and could strike well, particrly notable when taking penalty kicks��he hardly resembled a center-back in those moments.


    He nodded, indicating he understood. Aldrich gave him a pat on the back, signaling that he could enter the field.


    Taking advantage of a dead ball situation, the fourth official raised the substitution board.


    Neil was substituted for Materazzi.


    "What is Millwall thinking? They''re currently trailing! Yet Aldrich has brought on a center-back! Young Neil was performing well today, providing significant support in the front, but Aldrich has taken him off; it''s truly puzzling."


    The Millwall fans exchanged bewildered nces, discussing this substitution.


    Three center-backs on the field? Did they not want to win?


    Even Aston Vi''s head coach, Brian Little, was confused.


    He anticipated what changes Millwall would make��reinforcing the midfield by bringing on Vieira or Back, or strengthening the front line with Solskj?r. Whoever was brought in, it would never be a center-back, yet Aldrich brazenly did just that!


    Once Materazzi entered the field, the game continued as he charged into Aston Vi''s penalty area, altering Millwall''s formation at the same time.


    Thuram anchored the back line, forming a dual center-back partnership with Stam, while Southgate pushed up to join Makelele in a dual midfield setup. Nedved moved up to y as an attacking midfielder, nked on either side by Pires and Schneider, creating a setup resembling three attacking midfielders lined up parallel.


    The most surprising aspect was at the front: Trezeguet and Larsson upied the wings, with Materazzi surprisingly taking the lead position upfront!


    Thementators struggled to interpret Millwall''s formation changes. What the hell kind of formation was this?


    It looked like a 2-2-3-3 on the positions. However, defensively, Aston Vi employed their old tricks,unching a long ball toward York, who had drifted to the left side. The first to chase down York was Schneider, sessfully intercepting the ball and sending it to Southgate.


    In defense, Pires and Schneider retreated deeply, resembling wing yers in a 3-5-2 setup��fullymitted to both offense and defense. But in attack, they abandoned the wings and clustered toward the center.


    Makelele surged forward to disrupt ys and effectively support the attack, relieving pressure on Nedved, whose performance began to pick up.


    Rather than sticking to the sidelines, Pires yed closer to the top corner of the penalty area, taking shots or making 45-degree crosses��pressing their attack into the center.


    Aston Vi struggled to adapt, as their two full-backs found themselves at a loss. With no pressure along the nks, they instinctively closed in toward their penalty area, leading to a cramped space filled with yers. Millwall''s attacks became more straightforward, pushing directly from the penalty arc, with Pires taking shots, Schneider crossing, and Nedvedunching shots or making forward runs, severelypressing the space inside the box, while Makelele joined to take long-range shots as well.


    Immediately after the substitution, Millwall''s offensive surge was relentless; the ball came in and bounced out, then came in again, creating a rhythm that left Aston Vi in disarray.


    The biggest headache was Simek. He had a rtively easy time in the first half, as he didn''t have a specific marking duty. Ehiogu and Wright were tasked with watching Larsson and Trezeguet. Even though they were at a disadvantage in terms of individual skills, Simek could lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to intervene and effectively deal with the threats inside the penalty area.


    Whether it was a stray ball or an attacking yer, Simek was able to deal with them head-on.


    However, since Materazzi entered the game, that tall Italian seemed to stick to him like glue, obstructing his view and distracting him from evaluating the opponent''s attacking trajectories calmly.


    To make matters worse, Simek did not have an absolute advantage in the physical tussles with Materazzi. When Schneider and Pires delivered high balls from 45 degrees, Materazzi contested twice in the air, leaving Simek in a cold sweat: once he headed wide, and another time the ball skimmed over their heads.


    Aldrich observed from the sidelines. His focus was not on ball control��that would be meaningless. The midfield was already under Millwall''s control. Even though it appeared Aston Vi had more yers, if Millwall was resolute about controlling the midfield through passing, they could indeed set a record for passes. However, the game would then go into extra time, leading to penalties.


    What Millwall needed was depth and attacking force. Crossing from wide areas posed negligible threats since Aston Vi would position themselves well to defend against high balls. Pires and Schneider''s proximity to the central area made their 45-degree crosses more directly impactful.


    Materazzi, Trezeguet, and Larsson were all excellent in the air; this was a tactical sh.


    Simek had Wright and Ehiogu as defensive screens, while Materazzi provided cover against Larsson and Trezeguet.


    By abandoning the wings, Aldrich knew it was a gamble. If Aston Viunched counterattacks down the nks, the risks would increase significantly. However, no tactical shift guaranteed a win, and the key question was whether Brian Little was willing to take that risk!


    Brian Little rose and walked to the edge of the field, his brow furrowed with concern. Within merely fifteen minutes, Millwall had attempted over ten shots, including four on target.


    Three midfielders could not contain the bombardment from Schneider, Pires, Nedved, and Makelele, especially when Materazzi drew Simek''s attention, allowing Millwall''s short passes to prate in ways unknown during the first half, particrly when Nedved surged into the penalty area.


    Aston Vi''s defensive rhythm was disrupted. The crux of the issue was that their two full-backs, Nilsson and Stoughton, were not making ovepping runs. Instead, they remained cautious in their defending.


    Yet, when they too converged into the box, they inadvertentlyplicated their teammates'' defense. They were backtracking from the wings while Millwall''s yers faced the goal directly; in terms of attacking impact, it became increasingly difficult to stifle Millwall''s advances, leaving teammates uncertain while marking their targets.


    Makelele received the ball and yed a diagonal pass to Schneider, who, confronted by Kosic''s defense, skillfully flicked the ball right. With plenty of space on the right wing, Kosic thought he would go wide and quickly turned to close down the area. Yet, Schneider elegantly executed a one-touch pass.


    The ball zipped into the box, racing towards the danger area, as Materazzi absurdly sprinted toward the sideline, beating Simek to connect with a header that diverted the ball towards the goal.


    Simek tightened his grip, shoving Materazzi away, but his head turned back toward the action.


    In the penalty area, chaos ensued as a shadow stormed in, leaping high.


    The golden hair shone brilliantly under the light!


    Nedved!


    Amongst the congestion in the box, Nilsson tried to disrupt, but he could not prevent Nedved from executing a header.


    Though intending to guide the ball toward a corner, Nedved''s header was straight at the goal��perhaps due to the pressure by defenders.


    Goalkeeper Oakes instinctively tried to block, diving to his right in a frantic scramble.


    The ball bounced directly at him, and he dove to catch it, but then he saw a leg appear in themotion, striking the ball sharply.


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    At least three yers fell, but the ball continued its journey into Aston Vi''s.


    The referee whistled loudly, signaling the goal was valid, pointing to the center circle.


    Aldrich closed his eyes, clenched his right hand into a fist, and vigorously pumped it up and down in front of him.


    Coaches and yers from behind rushed out to celebrate frantically.


    Rising from the ground, Larsson disregarded the pained figure of Aston Vi captain Ehiogu kneeling behind him and excitedly bolted toward the sidelines.

 Chapter 132: Highlight Moment

    <h4>Chapter 132: Highlight Moment</h4>


    "Millwall has found the! The crowd goes wild as chaos breaks out in front of the Aston Vi goal. The ball snicks through the jostling yers, heading straight for the, and the referee raises his arm with authority��goal confirmed! Millwall equalizes! Larsen''s heart races as he leaps to his feet, charging down the pitch in a surge of tion. The slow-motion rey captures the brilliance of the moment��there he is, on the ground, managing to prod the ball into the goal with his toe, skillfully slipping it past August''s elbow. Larsen is a marvel; he can score in ways that defy expectation. No matter how unconventional the approach, as long as there''s a chance to put the ball in the, he is ready to execute! The stadium erupts into a frenzy of joy. Fans stand, arms raised high, singing their team''s anthem with passion that resonates throughout the venue"


    Larsen runs along the sidelines, arms outstretched and his face beaming with excitement. His teammates chase after him from behind, while shes from countless cameras illuminate Wembley Stadium, capturing this moment for the fans in the stands.


    Aldrich watches this scene unfold and silently thinks: "Run free andugh confidently, Henrik. This is your moment and Millwall''s moment too. I once promised you all: you are superstars, and don''t let my words go unfulfilled!"


    Before long, Larsen is surrounded by his teammates, not just the ones on the field, but also substitutes like Back and Solskj?r who have rushed over to join the celebration. They all roar with excitement over the goal that saved the match, sharing fierce shouts and grins that boost each other''s confidence. The power of belief is infectious, and as they walk back to their half, the young yers are filled with spirit and vitality, like invincible deities ready for battle.


    Aldrich quickly calls Mak��l��l�� over, reminding him to return to the defensive midfield position while Southgate upies the center back spot. Now that the score is level, Millwall needs to bnce out their tactical system.


    Will this weaken the offensive y? Of course, it will. However, with Pir��s, Nedv��d, and Schneider in the midfield matching Aston Vi''s trio, Aldrich doesn''t think Millwall will be at a disadvantage.


    The key point lies within the penalty area. As long as Materazzi can continue to mark Simmek tightly, Millwall still controls the momentum of the match.


    Brian Little, seeing the goal conceded, changes colors rapidly as he waves at the yers from the sidelines, urging them to maintain their defensive structure.


    When ites to adaptability, it''s clear that Brian Little is not up to par. His pre-match tactics were effective in the first half and everything seemed to be going ording to n. But now, with the second half unfolding dramatically, his tactical adjustments have be a liability, leaving him unsure about how to redirect his strategy.


    Aston Vi''s 5-3-2 formation, with five defenders and three midfielders at the back, offersprehensive defensive coverage��surrounding the penalty area like a fortress. Millwall''s full-spectrum attacks in the first half were just what they needed, making it difficult for Aston Vi to cope.


    However, in the second half, Millwall abandoned the nks, opting for a concentrated assault through the middle. This move left Aston Vi''s two wing-backs defensively exposed; their presence was almost irrelevant as the attacks didn''t target their side at all. In fact, the retreat of their wing-backs only muddled their teammates.


    If Aldrich were in Little''s shoes, he would push the wing-backs up to the positions of wide midfielders to disrupt the opposing midfield while creating the most direct offensive option in counterattacks. This would be a desperate gamble, but in football, one must have the courage to risk everything. Sadly, Little doesn''t share that boldness; he thinks the match has merely returned to its starting position, possibly leading to extra time and penalties.


    In the stands, Millwall fans seem to have returned from the depths of despair, collectively exhaling a sigh of relief.


    After the equalizer, Arthur jumps up and down with his friends, turning to embrace one another, even exchanging yful kisses on the head. Those who had previously bickered now join in celebration, proving that at their age, they won''t be petty like spoiled children.


    The match resumes, and as Aston Vi equalizes, their defense is no longer unbreakable. Without Simmek dropping back effectively to disrupt y, Millwall''s offensive threat grows increasingly menacing.


    When Aldrich notices that Aston Vi hasn''t made any offensive adjustments, he nces at Brian Little, whose face has grown tense. Inwardly, he mutters fiercely: "The momentum of the match has shifted!"


    The difference between a score of 0�C0 and 1�C1 in a knockout cup match is negligible; it''s still a tie.


    However, the dynamics of the game have turned upside down.


    This change stems from mindset.


    With Millwall gaining momentum, they be increasingly aggressive, while Aston Vi begins to lose theirposure. The illusion of maintaining a lead crumbles when they go from being ahead to equalized; it''s as if something precious has been snatched away. They won''t rest until they score another goal against Millwall, having already proven they can breach their opponent''s defenses.


    This shift leads to ack of cohesion among Aston Vi''s yers.


    The goal-scorer Kosti?, after receiving a pass from Stoughton, fails to clear the ball forward; he doesn''t see York in the passingne. Instead, he dribbles forward only to lose the ball in a challenge from Schneider. Before he canin to his teammates for not supporting him, he quickly sprints back to defend.


    With fewer defenders, space opens up. When Nedv��d gains possession, Taylor makes a decisive choice tomit a foul, signaling Kosti? to return to help defend and discourage any reckless forward runs.


    A direct free kick is awarded, positioned just outside the penalty area on the right. Schneider stands over the ball, while three Aston Vi defenders set up a wall behind the penalty line.


    In front of the far post, Millwall''s attacking yers cluster together.


    The headers expert Stam, along with Nedv��d, Larsen, and Trezeguet, wait in anticipation, while Pir��s and Mak��l��l�� hover outside the box, ready to seize any second-chance opportunities.


    "Hey! This free kick setup looks peculiar. All of Millwall''s attacking yers are rushing towards the far post, seemingly trying to connect with Schneider''s curved ball using diagonal runs, which draws Aston Vi''s defenders away. York and Taylor, positioned on the edge of the box, closely monitor Pir��s and Mak��l��l��''s potential runs, leaving a vast open area in front of Aston Vi''s center. What a strange sight!"


    It appears that with the middle opened up, Millwall might either opt for a direct cross to the center for a long-range shot from Mak��l��l�� or Pir��s, or perhaps aim for a header to the back post. Regardless, this creates significant anxiety for goalkeeper August, who must constantly watch the far post while also keeping an eye on the ball. As he begins to focus on Schneider, he realizes the yer''s gaze is locked on the far post.


    Schneider is known for his high-quality free kicks, but he doesn''t score often because most of the time those direct free kicks end up being crossed into the box, as the team has many yers skilled at heading.


    His shirt is drenched, and sweat pours down his brow, but he feels no fatigue and has no time to adjust his somewhat messy hairstyle. His focus is entirely on the teammates positioned at the far post as he begins his run-up.


    Sweat drops, glistening in the light.


    Boom!


    The impact between his foot and the ball produces a loud crack.


    Only then does Schneider shift his gaze toward the direction he genuinely aims to kick the ball.


    Feeling a sudden rush of dread, August leans to the right, inching forward, a move he would soon deeply regret!


    He shifts right towards the far post, but the ball sails past the wall, towards the near post at lightning speed. The angle is straightforward, and had he shifted just one step to the left, he could have easily stretched out to block it.


    Instead, after that half-step, August turns and looks towards his back left, only to see the ball rolling into the. His legs give way, and he sinks down to the ground, hands covering his face in utter shame.


    He was deceived!


    "Whoa! Whoa! What is August doing? Schneider''s free kick goes directly into the! Aside from its speed, this shot doesn''t disy any remarkable qualities��there''s no noticeable curve or tricky angle��but August allowed the ball to fly straight into the goal! Why did he move right in the first ce? Was he distracted by the attacking yers positioned on the left? Who knows? Perhaps he''ll reveal the truth after the match. But for now, Millwall has taken the lead! Thirteen minutes remain! Millwall is just thirteen minutes away from their first-ever championship trophy!"


    After scoring, Schneider jumps high, waving his arms in triumph, before charging toward the coaching area. Aldrich, along with all the coaching staff and substitutes, eagerly awaits his arrival. Once he reaches them, Aldrich lifts him up, brimming with joy.


    This match undoubtedly marks Schneider''s finest performance.


    His first goal was initiated by him, and the second was a direct free kick.


    Even goalkeeper Keller rushes over, and the entire team hugs together, as if they''ve already secured victory.


    Wembley is buzzing with excitement; aside from the more than ten thousand crestfallen Aston Vi fans, a sea of blue ripples through the stadium in jubnt waves.


    Arthur shouts exuberantly, "We''re ahead! We''re fucking ahead! My son is the best! He''s bringing that damn trophy home for every Millwall fan! Screw it, long live Millwall!"


    Around him, the older gentlemen start stripping off their jerseys to wave in the air, dancing joyfully and cheering for Millwall''s triumph.


    While the fans celebrate wildly, Aldrich, after the jubtion, turns to Materazzi and grits his teeth, saying, "Marco, get back to defense. You''re ying left-back with only one task: disrupt their attack, but stay calm. Don''t give the opponent free kicks easily."


    Materazzi nods decisively, and then Aldrich addresses Nedv��d, "Pavel, drop back a bit. After I sub on Patrick, you can return to the attacking midfield."


    Nedv��d nods vigorously.


    As the yers begin to return to the field, Aldrich immediately passes along the substitution list.


    After equalizing, Aldrich had already instructed all substitutes, except for the goalkeeper, to warm up.


    Now, he is recing Pir��s and Schneider with Vieira and Solskj?r.


    It''s time to shift to a 4-2-3-1 formation.


    Although Materazzi isn''t a traditional wing-back, Aston Vi doesn''t have a powerful right winger today. Aldrich needs to control the midfield, knowing that when the opponent pushes forward, space behind them will open up. Then, Millwall''s attack will require speed.


    Solskj?r and Larsen upy the nks, with Trezeguet leading the line,unching a multifaceted assault.


    Aldrich is determined to im victory in this match!

 Chapter 133: unexpected twist

    <h4>Chapter 133: unexpected twist</h4>


    After more than seventy minutes of steadyposure, Aston Vi finally panicked. The emotional drop from leading to being turned around was palpable. At this moment, behind Brian Little, there was nothing but a cliff; taking a single step back would plunge them into the depths. The only way forward was to attack!


    With a wave of the referee''s g, the attack was signaled.


    Aston Vi switched to a 3-5-2 formation, and the wing-backs surged forward, their previously conserved energy allowing them to sprint vigorously up and down the field.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich, having subbed in Vieira, reinforced intercepting the vertical y in front of the penalty area alongside Makelele, bracing for Aston Vi''s counterattacks.


    Time ticked away, and as the match progressed, yers on both sides shed fiercely, leading to frequent fouls. Aston Vi struggled to organize effective attacking ys. Crosses from the wings posed no threat to Millwall''s goal, as Southgate and Stam held firm as the backbone of the defense.


    When the match reached thest three minutes, Aston Vi''s impatience became conspicuous on the field. All three midfielders pressed forward to bolster their numerical advantage in threatening the penalty area.


    However, theycked a good passer. Their consecutive crosses failed to make an impact��one went out of bounds, another was too low to even reach Materazzi''s head and was cleared by a full-back.


    After Stoughton''s third cross, the ballnded perfectly near the penalty spot. The entire stadium held its breath, not daring to blink, fearing they might miss a goal in the next moment.


    Thud.


    A massive sigh of disappointment erupted from Aston Vi fans, while Aldrich also felt a sense of relief.


    In the crowded penalty area, Stam soared high to head the ball away, denying Milosevic any opportunity.


    The cleared ball was collected by the retreating Nedved, positioned dangerously as Taylor prepared to ambush him from behind. Nedved, aware of the imminent threat, turned his back to the field and swept the ball towards the right nk, where Larsen, who had been lurking for his chance, seized the ball andunched into a long stride.


    Millwall''s fans waved their arms vigorously, roaring Larsen''s name, urging him to charge forward.


    Aston Vi''s back half had bepletely exposed, consisting only of three center-backs. Larsen raced down the wing like a whirlwind, executing a quick change of direction towards the inside. Just as he took a couple of strides with the ball, he faced an interception from Wright. Larsen maintained his speed and skillfully shifted direction again, driving the ball toward the goal line.


    With two Aston Vi defenders in pursuit, he neared the small box, and Simek had to step in to block him. Calmly, Larsen knocked the ball back toward the center.


    Prepared and waiting, Trezeguet darted into the open space. With Essien closing in from two meters away, Trezeguet unleashed a powerful shot!


    Goalkeeper August dove towards the near post��he guessed right��and miraculously saved Trezeguet''s shot!


    But in a cruel twist of fate, the ball deflected to the other side,nding perfectly for Solskjaer, who seemed to materialize out of thin air,pletely unmarked. In a sh, he struck the ball without breaking his stride, sending it surging into the bottom right corner of the like a thunderbolt.


    Millwall secured a 3-1 victory!


    "Super substitute Solskjaer! Millwall has once again pierced through their opponent''s defenses with their favored counterattack. Aston Vi has probably missed their opportunity now; they can only watch helplessly as the championship trophy slips away, as Aldrich-Hall''s substitutions and adjustments have been key to the match. From today''s game, it''s clear that Aldrich knows how to deploy the most appropriate strategy even in unfavorable situations. Who would have guessed that Materazzi, a center-back, could perform so well as a striker?"


    Solskjaer shed his trademark smile, raising his fists triumphantly. Trezeguet ran over and lifted him up, while teammates disyed expressions of pure excitement.


    It was exhrating to pull off such aeback in the final!


    Aldrich turned to celebrate with his coaching staff and yers, jumping on Jensen''s back as everyone raised their fists and cheered.


    At this moment, Brian Little wore an expressionless face, seemingly stricken by the blow. Aston Vi''s yers had lost their fighting spirit, hands on hips and heads downcast, looking forlorn and defeated.


    With just three minutes of stoppage time left, following the restart, Millwall retreated defensively, while Aston Vi attempted two long balls that resulted in nothing, even sending a high ball directly out of y.


    When the referee blew the final whistle, Millwall''s yers were filled with exhration, darting all over the field.


    Other coaches and yers rushed onto the field to celebrate, but Aldrich walked slowly beside Neil, wrapping his arm around him. He whispered in Neil''s ear, "You sacrificed a lot today for this victory. Lucas, I can''t express enough gratitude; having a yer like you is my fortune."


    Neil, already in his jacket, embraced Aldrich. "Boss, to be honest, I''m more thankful to you. When you came two years ago, I was really scared, but you trusted me. Other yers my age wouldn''t have gotten this many chances in the Premier League. I respect every decision you make, and today is no different. What matters is we won the championship."


    Aldrich shared a smile with him and nodded.


    When Aldrich took over the team two years ago, he had ruthlessly cleared out yers. During that time, Neil, who was with the youth team, must have felt anxious, too. However, he was one of the two yers left on the team, directly promoted from youth to the first team. Aldrich believed that a naturally tough yer like him would adapt well to big asions, but he still needed to bnce his workload to avoid burnout from too many early matches.


    yers were celebrating on the field, and Aldrich patted Neil on the shoulder, encouraging him to join the jubnt crowd.


    Around him, reporters and cameras focused on Aldrich. There was no doubt that he had made history for Millwall and achieved greatness for himself.


    With his twentieth birthday approaching, he secured the first significant trophy of his coaching career today. This was possibly unprecedented, and whether anyone could surpass himter didn''t matter to Aldrich.


    As he walked steadily onto the field to embrace each yer and celebrate, an unexpected turn of events urred!


    When the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the match, over forty thousand Millwall fans in the stands erupted as if they had heard the most beautiful melody.


    Millwall supporters watching the game on television began to celebrate frantically as well.


    Some were crying tears of joy, others threw down bottles, some lost themselves in wild cheers, and others kissed their jerseys as they clutched the team crest...


    Countless pubs in East London reverberated with a celebratory rhythm as bar owners eagerly served free beers to patrons, joining in the festivities.


    Crowds in the streets shouted and celebrated this glorious moment.


    They had waited far too long, suppressing emotions for too long��one hundred and ten years. How many times can one live through a hundred and ten years? None; it was a lifetime spent traversing through generations. This victory, this championship, not only marked the most thrilling moment for the witnesses but also rang as a bell offort to past generations who could now rest in peace.


    Those predecessors, who could not witness Millwall''s glory even unto death��whether in heaven or hell, can you see it clearly now?


    Millwall, the first championship in the club''s history, has arrived!


    Outside Wembley Stadium, it was packed beyond capacity. With no tickets, the gathering of Millwall fans outside created immense pressure on security. Inside the stadium, countless fans were embracing and crying��some even knelt with hands raised towards the heavens, tears streaming as they conveyed the good news to the heavens.


    But many fans could not control their emotions; they wished to thank the heroes on the field and express their gratitude through hugs and kisses. Consequently, they climbed over the stands and surged onto the pitch like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable and overwhelming.


    Aston Vi''s yers quickly retreated to their bench, standing together to avoid being harmed in the chaos.


    The stadium security was taken aback, as such scenes had be a gue in English football. Thest thing ticket managers wanted was forrge groups of fans to create disorder. The horrific memories of the Hillsborough disaster were still fresh, and today was a final with an impending awards ceremony.


    Security personnel and police rushed onto the field to maintain order, but they were powerless to stop the throng, only able to restrain overly emotional male fans who disyed exaggerated physical reactions.


    In the royal box, where FA officials Wiseman and CEO Kelly prepared for the awards presentation, their faces turned ashen with concern.


    "Millwall, pride of the n!"


    What started as a splendid match ended in chaos, marred by thugs once again!


    Joining them in the box were royal members and several footballing legends��no one relished witnessing such pandemonium on the pitch!


    What should happen next?


    How would they carry out the awards?


    Wiseman felt an inkling of panic. He guessed that the League Cup final would dominate European football headlines tomorrow��whether it be a scandal or a joke, it would turn the FA into aughingstock and a scapegoat.


    Just when it appeared that the officials were at a loss for how to conclude the situation, a powerful male voice echoed through the stadium''s sound system.


    "Stop it! You motherf*ckers, stop it! Hey, you, fat cop, take your filthy hands off the Millwall fans! And you, do you n to kill that guy? Everyone stop it, now!"


    On the pitch, in the stands, everyone froze, searching for the source of the voice until their gazended on the center of the field.


    There, Materazzi and Southgate stood shoulder to shoulder, and on top of their shoulders, Aldrich wobbled a bit but maintained his bnce, holding a microphone in one hand while pointing at the nearby police and security personnel as they subdued fans.


    His handsome face disyed a cold yet resolute expression, and Aldrich''s words brought an instant silence to the stadium.

 Chapter 134: A Day to Celebrate

    <h4>Chapter 134: A Day to Celebrate</h4>


    As chaos began to swell at Wembley Stadium, Aldrich was momentarily taken aback, but he quickly reacted. He knew he must not let the fans'' rush to celebrate turn into a confrontation with the police and security; that would surely lead to disaster. He could not leave the field with the yers either, as that would cast a shadow over the victory and deal a heavy blow to Millwall.


    He had to step up, whether as Millwall''s head coach or club owner, he had to take a stand.


    He swiftly instructed his coaching staff to grab the stadium microphone. His colleagues and yers moved in unison like a ry team, and soon the microphone was in Aldrich''s hands. The yers instinctively gathered around him, and Aldrich called on Materazzi and Southgate to use them as a tform, making him more visible while he spoke.


    Once he began to address the crowd, the stadium fell silent. Millwall fans stopped in their tracks, observing the surroundings. When they saw police or security tackling fans to the ground, they didn''t intervene; instead, they stared angrily at the officers, whose actions halted under the scrutiny of those fierce gazes. The police and security, feeling uneasy, began to retreat, not daring to stay alone among the fans for fear of provoking those supporters who had an edge of unruliness.


    "Why are you targeting Millwall fans? Why? This is a day for every Millwall fan; this moment belongs to them. Sir, I respect your work, but please have some understanding for us, for Millwall. One hundred and ten years, one hundred and ten years��that''s not just the wait for the fans here today, but for their parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents! This championship belongs to them. Please do not stop their celebration. Let theme here to express their emotions on this glorious pitch. We are not thugs; we are not hooligans. We are just football people who have waited too long for this championship."


    Aldrich''s words resonated with the Millwall fans, who nodded together, tears brimming in their eyes.


    The police and security personnel stood off to the side, unsure of what to do next. The previously crowded stadium was now quiet, and there were no fans rushing about; they simply huddled together.


    "Whatever you want to do��hug our yers, sing and dance on this pitch, or take amemorative photo��it''s all okay. But please pay attention to yourpanions, especially the elderly and young children, and don''t let them get hurt. Today, this moment, we should celebrate together and create wonderful memories. Whether others like or dislike us, we don''t care, but we can show the world that we are the purest fans. Long live Millwall! Thank you! Wow, Gareth, catch me! Ah..."


    As Aldrich finished, his trembling legs finally lost their bnce, and he fell backward. Fortunately, Jansen caught him, causing the fans who had been focusing on him to break into a cold sweat.


    They certainly did not want Aldrich, the young coach, to get hurt from a fall.


    His passionate words pierced the hearts of every Millwall fan. They began to stand orderly on the pitch, pping and chanting the names of Millwall, Aldrich, and every yer.


    Even the Aston Vi fans in the stands, who had not left, started to apud.


    The older fans among them understood the emotions of the Millwall supporters very well.


    Fourteen years ago, they had the fortune of witnessing Aston Vi reach the pinnacle of European football. Fans who attended the match even wanted to take some of the pitch''s grass home as a keepsake.


    Such emotions cannot be fabricated or prepared in advance. When immersed in that special moment, witnessing history, they would naturally flow out, and people would lose control, unable to contain the surge of feelings.


    Thunderous apuse erupted throughout the stadium. In the royal box, Wiseman finally wore a smile, starting to p as CEO Kelly whispered in his ear, causing Wiseman to nod enthusiastically.


    Figured like the FA and executives, their partnership resembled that of a party secretary and a mayor in China��a discipline leader and an economic developer. CEO Kelly existed to promote English football and generate market profits. In that moment, he thought of a great idea: turning this League Cup final into a positive narrative.


    Of course, it wasn''t about encouraging fans to storm the pitch but rather showcasing the legendary ending of Millwall''s century-long trophy drought. The scene of fans apuding and cheering for yers, tossing each other into the air, taking photos, embracing, and chatting��all had the potential for a positive spin.


    Turning bad into good is a true skill.


    At that moment, Aldrich, a coach yet to hit twenty, appeared to Kelly and Wiseman as if they had seen a stunning beauty.


    Aldrich, an Englishman, had won the championship trophy at such a young age.


    What a legendary achievement!


    He was naturally an attractive figure for marketing English football.


    The pitch, though filled to the brim, was a sea of joy. The families and girlfriends of the yers stood by, beaming with pride, while some single yers let young fans ride on their shoulders, creating a touching and heartwarming scene.


    When the awards ceremony began, Aston Vi yers were the first to approach the royal box, with Brian Little bringing up the rear. The forty-something head coach intentionally shook Aldrich''s hand again and sincerely said, "Aldrich, today you and your team not only won the match but will also earn the respect of the world."


    Aldrich smiled but said nothing. At that moment, he had lost track of where his suit had gone��probably hidden away by some unknown fan.


    As he and his yers stepped into the royal box, they received their championship medals. Aldrich was thest to walk up, and various football luminaries recognized and praised him with warm words.


    Mostly it was encouragement and praise.


    When Wiseman of the FA finally stood before Aldrich, he bent down, shaking Aldrich''s hand and whispered, "Aldrich, you nearly gave me a heart attack back there."


    "Then you must dislike me."


    Aldrich smiled as he replied.


    Wiseman, not quite catching on, thought he meant the behavior of the fans. He said, "Why would you say that? I''ve always enjoyed your matches."


    "If my team hadn''t made it to the finals, nothing would''ve happened."


    "Haha, no, what just happened was beautiful. Aldrich, you did great, but maybe next time let the fans contain themselves a bit."


    "I''ll do my best; I wouldn''t want something good to turn bad."


    "Alright, looking forward to seeing you here next time."


    "I think so, but I''m worried you might find me annoying by then."


    Wiseman and Aldrich continued to chat for quite a while before Wiseman stood up straight and walked over to hand the English League Cup trophy to Millwall''s captain, Southgate.


    Southgate and Nedved each held one side of the trophy. To be honest, the League Cup trophy seemed a bit small, especially with both of them holding it together, creating a ratherical visual.


    The two captains turned to their impatient teammates and asked in unison, "Ready?"


    The teammates, wearing their medals, waved their arms enthusiastically, and Southgate exchanged nces with Nedved before they both raised the trophy high.


    "The 1995-1996 English League Cup champions are: Millwall!"


    The anthem of champions echoed throughout the stadium. Looking up at the royal box, fans could hardly contain their emotions, tears welling in their eyes; some broke down in weeping, unable to bear the overwhelming joy.


    Aldrich loosened his tie and quietly walked down the steps. He knew the yers were celebrating, which they rightfully deserved, and he didn''t want to overshadow their moment.


    A clever coach understands how to satisfy their yers'' need for recognition and shouldn''t clumsily hoard all the glory for themselves.


    However, just as he reached the bottom of the steps, someone pressed down on his shoulder. He turned around to see Southgateughing, "Where do you think you''re going, boss?"


    Before Aldrich could even respond, Schneider bent down and scooped him up by the legs, eximing, "You''re not getting away!"


    Southgate, Schneider, Trezeguet, and Materazzi hoisted Aldrich in the air, charging him back onto the pitch with all the other yers trailing behind.


    Aldrich was at a loss for words. Were they really treating him like a trophy to toss around?


    Once on the pitch, Aldrich was tossed into the air, soaring up and down, as the yers reveled in the moment...


    On the bus ride back, Aldrich was thest to board. He reeked of alcohol, his clothes still damp from the celebration, as Larson unexpectedly poured champagne into the trophy and drenched him from behind.


    Although the yers were physically exhausted from the match, their spirits remained high as they snapped photos with the trophy and sang songs. When Aldrich stepped aboard, he raised his hands for silence, and everyone looked at him with smiles.


    "You all have two days off. Report for training on Wednesday morning, and then everything returns to normal."


    Aldrich''s words sparked cheers from the yers. Mak��l��l�� shouted, "Boss, are youing tonight?"


    As the local captain, Southgate would organize a gathering that night, where all the yers'' families would join in, but it wasn''t a wild party; it was more of a celebration.


    Aldrich shook his head and smiled, "You all enjoy yourselves; I have my own ns."


    The yersughed, most with mischievous intent.


    They probably spected that Aldrich was going out on a date with that rising pop star.


    Aldrich offered no exnation. As head coach, it was unwise for him to attend yers'' gatherings unless it was one of those raunchy parties. If he knew, he would certainly crash it but would also drag the yers away.


    Tonight, he would celebrate with Brady at a bar in Sand.

 Chapter 135: Reflections after victory

    <h4>Chapter 135: Reflections after victory</h4>


    Life is meant to be enjoyed to the fullest, and Aldrich didn''t see the need to downy his sess after winning the championship; that would onlye off as hypocritical.


    What does it mean to have friends?


    Aldrich believed that friends didn''t have to share the same ambitions or dreams. True friends are those who join you in celebration during your happiest times and share your sorrow in your lowest moments. That''s what friendship is all about.


    On the night of their League Cup victory, Aldrich went wild at a bar in sande, mingling with neighbors and strangers alike over drinks and dancing with one stunning young woman after another. This was normal socializing��not some sleazy escapade. He had a st, and after a night of heavy drinking, he was finally helped home by Ivan and Fred.


    When he woke up the next morning, he came down to the living room to find Fred sprawled out on the floor sleeping soundly, while Ivan curled up on the couch, blissfully dreaming. Pushing open the bathroom door, Aldrich couldn''t help but feel speechless at the sight of Brady lying in the empty bathtub, clutching a bottle of liquor.


    After a quick shower, he noticed his friends were still asleep, so he brewed some coffee and stepped outside to grab that morning''s newspaper.


    Back at home, he settled in with his headphones on, turned on the TV, and started flicking through the news sections of the newspaper. Of course, he was most interested in the football coverage.


    Aldrich subscribed to the major British newspapers, skipping the tabloids��he found those, like The Sun, were more focused on sensationalism than reliable news coverage. He spread out The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The Guardian, and The Daily Mail across the coffee table. Though he intended to flip to the sports section, some headlines caught his attention first.


    With the League Cup final falling on a weekend, there had been no Premier League matches for Millwall or Aston Vi, meaning the papers offered only brief coverage of other Premier League news. However, all the major publications focused prominently on the League Cup final.


    "The Roar of the Lions Shakes Ennd!"


    "English Coaching Genius: Aldrich-Hall Has Arrived!"


    "A Radiant Dawn a Century and Ten Years in the Making!"


    As Aldrich sipped his coffee and skimmed the articles, he grew increasingly bored.


    The papers were filled with sycophantic praise, singing the des of him and his team. Some of the apanying photos were quitepelling��like those of him being tossed in the air by his ecstatic yers or Larson sprinting along the sidelines after a goal, all set against a dazzling backdrop of shing lights.


    Aldrich sighed and rubbed his forehead; "Fleet Street, I''m kneeling to you."


    The season wasn''t over yet, and what Aldrich''s team needed was a reality check!


    He wished there were some sarcastic voices in the papers to stir up the team''spetitive spirit rather than have them floating on clouds, blissfully unaware of how hard they would fall when it eventually happened.


    But that was the nature of Fleet Street: if you''re popr, they''ll lift you up to the stars, but if you''re down, they''ll stomp all over you and spit on you, too.


    There was no denying that once yers begin to shine in Ennd, the country''s ability to create stars is undeniable, thanks to the strength of British media. Britain is already the heart of news in Europe, and with English being a dominantnguage, the coverage is unparalleled by other European countries.


    Italian, Spanish, German, and French news coverage simply cannot match up to the power of English, which exins why the Premier League could pull together many overvalued superstars and promote its broadcasts globally at lightning speed.


    Suddenly, Ivan, still curled up on the sofa, propped herself up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. When she noticed Aldrich sitting across from her at the coffee table, she let out a startled scream and dashed to the bathroom. As she entered, there was another scream, followed by Brady''s howl.


    Aldrich chuckled; clearly, Ivan was concerned about her appearance. No one could say whether she looked good first thing in the morning without makeup, but she had worn light makeup the previous night, which had now worn off, leaving her a bit of a mess.


    Half an hourter, the three friends had washed up and prepared a simple breakfast. They sat at the coffee table chatting.


    Aldrich tossed the newspaper aside, his interest piqued by the footballmentary show reying fromst night.


    A panel of former yers and pundits discussed tactics and analyzed every detail of the League Cup final, the atmosphere buzzing with lively debate and opinions.


    Aldrich loved shows like this, finding them much richer in contentpared to in news. A football score might seem straightforward��1:0, 2:1, 3:0��just a few goals. But in those ny minutes, it wasn''t just about one yer''s mistake or a spectacr y that defined the match. Experienced retired coaches and insightful pundits often provided information that viewers might miss, including insights that Aldrich might have overlooked while directing from the sideline. Watching these shows was a great help for his coaching, even if he was just a spectator; it helped open up new perspectives.


    After a night of heavy drinking, Fred and Brady looked a bit worse for wear, dazed and confused. They decided to head home for some restful sleep, while Ivan checked the time��she had a ss at university. Aldrich nned on driving her, but just then his phone rang.


    After hanging up, Ivan spoke softly, "You can go handle your business; I can grab a cab."


    Aldrich smiled, "No rush, let''s go. I''ll drive you."


    As they set off for the university, Ivan, sitting in the passenger seat, still seemed like she hadn''t recovered, resting her head against the window in silence.


    When they arrived at the university gate, she suddenly turned to Aldrich and asked, "Where''s your pop star girlfriend?"


    Aldrich replied, confused, "Who?"


    "Your pop star girlfriend!"


    "Oh, she''s out of town promoting her album. She''s not in London."


    "Is that okay?"


    "What do you mean?"


    Ivan turned away, gazing out the window again. "She should be right beside you when you''re happiest."


    Aldrich chuckled, "I don''t really think that''s necessary. I mean, I prefer having some distance, you know? Besides, she''s very career-focused. I support her career, and she supports mine. If she were with me all the time, I''d feel guilty, since I don''t have much energy to spend on pampering women. I''m not that exciting of a guy," he finished with a hint of self-deprecation.


    That''s just how life was for a football coach; sess required a lot of time. Football is constantly evolving. Not only do you need to study current styles and tactics, but you also need a keen sense to foresee what''sing. In practical terms, that means diligently studying opponents.


    Sometimes the work can feel dull, but Aldrich could only make the best of a tough situation. Yet, there were moments when hours of tedious research led to the discovery of an opponent''s weakness, and that brought a joyful sense of relief��like rain after a long drought. This sort of exhration was something outsiders couldn''t truly understand.


    Ivan turned her head to look directly at Aldrich for three seconds. The beauty and rity of her eyes made Aldrich feel a bit uneasy, and he said, "You''re not thinking I''m gay, are you?"


    Ivan let out a light chuckle, her face blooming with a smile, as she shook her head, opened the door, and stepped out of the car. Turning back, she leaned in and told Aldrich, "Be careful while driving."


    Aldrich waved goodbye as he drove off toward the club.


    Before he left, he received a call from the club''s CEO, Adam, informing him that amercial partner had arrived at the club.


    A representative from Puma, Wolf-Heisenberg.


    About a year ago, Aldrich first got in touch with Heisenberg, but they didn''te to an agreement. By summer, Puma had reluctantly signed a shirt sponsorship deal with Millwall, marking their initial investment in the Premier League.


    That contract wasn''t substantial����750,000 a year.


    Now, with less than a year left on that contract, Heisenberg''s visit was a clear indication that he wanted to continue the partnership.


    Adam had been clever; after the New Year, he had hinted that Millwall''s shirt sponsorship and front-of-shirt advertising would expire in six months.


    Millwall''s impressive performances in the Premier League and their frequent live broadcasts had significantly boosted the club''smercial value. Barys Bank had already reached a verbal agreement with Millwall to sponsor the club again in the summer, a two-year deal worth ��1.5 million annually.


    Puma couldn''t afford to sit idle either; not only was Millwall performing well in the Premier League, but with their recent League Cup win, if you looked at the memorable moments in English football this season, more than half would feature Millwall. Just looking at the sales figures of the shirts told the story��they were raking it in.


    Part of this was due to Millwall''s first-time appearance in the Premier League, where fan enthusiasm for new merchandise had been high. With an increasing number of neutral fans taking an interest in Millwall, this was reflected in the sales figures as well.


    Decisions regardingmercial partnerships and contracts are generally made six months prior to the expiration of an existing agreement; you wouldn''t wait until it''s due to make a choice.


    In this regard, Adam could''ve handled it himself, but to demonstrate sincerity, Aldrich decided to personally meet with Heisenberg, as he''d mentionedst year��he ced value on partners with whom he shared a rapport.


    Arriving at the club, Aldrich personally invited Heisenberg into his office. Heisenberg delivered a round of ttery and presented a small gift to celebrate Millwall''s League Cup victory.


    His attitude had transformed greatlypared tost year��he was enthusiastic, eloquently praising Millwall and even using the term "great."


    Both Aldrich and Adam recognized the ttery for what it was, shared augh, and didn''t take it to heart.


    When discussing details for next season''s sponsorship, Heisenberg proposed a three- to five-year contract at ��1.25 million per year.


    Aldrich tly rejected his proposal and presented a counteroffer.


    A one-year contract for ��1.25 million.


    A two-year contract for ��1.5 million per year.


    A three-year contract for ��2 million per year.


    A four- or five-year contract for ��3.5 million per year.


    Heisenberg nearly threw his cup in frustration.


    Aldrich urged him to calm down and took the time to exin the reasoning behind his proposal.


    As long as Millwall maintains their Premier League ranking, next season they would bepeting in Europe''s lower-tierpetition, the Europa League, which would help with theirmercial development.


    Moreover, Aldrich was confident that Millwall would be even stronger next season, going for more trophies.


    Heisenberg felt that a long-term deal was too risky and proposed starting with a one-year contract, with ns to sign a two-year deal next year.


    Aldrich knew his intentions��sign a contract this year for ��1.25 million and if Millwall remainedpetitive next summer, they would negotiate a two-year contract worth ��1.5 million per year.


    Aldrich smiled and replied, "Mr. Heisenberg, we can continue with a one-year deal this year, but if Puma is still interested next year, my lowest offer will be ��2 million."


    Heisenberg was caught off guard, clearly aware that such yful number games wouldn''t work with Aldrich, particrly since verbal agreementscked any real binding power.


    He left with Aldrich''s proposal to discuss back at the office.


    A monthter, Puma agreed to the two-year sponsorship n, and they would sign a contract in the summer for ��1.5 million per year.

 Chapter 136: Nagy has raised a warning bell.

    <h4>Chapter 136: Nagy has raised a warning bell.</h4>


    After lunch, Aldrich took a short break before heading to the hotel where the team was training that afternoon. He changed into his swim trunks and decided to hit the pool for some exercise.


    Therge indoor swimming pool was empty except for him. He swam steadily back and forth in thene.


    At some point, while wearing his goggles, he noticed someone standing by the side of the pool. Squinting, he recognized it was Nagy. Although he couldn''t see his expression clearly from a distance, Aldrich sensed that Nagy had something important to discuss. He called out, "Hang on, I''ve got two moreps."


    Afterpleting his swim, Aldrich got out of the pool and walked over to Nagy. When he got a closer look, he was taken aback; Nagy''s eyes were bloodshot and his face was marked by concern.


    "What''s wrong?"


    "I have something very important to discuss with you!"


    "About the yers?"


    "No, it''s about the team, about Millwall''s future!"


    Aldrich''s expression turned serious. Nagy was the type of guy who never made jokes; his academic nature meant he spoke precisely and thoughtfully, neither exaggerating nor being overly cautious.


    After quickly rinsing off and changing, Aldrich followed Nagy to the hotel''s conference room��the usual ce for their coaching meetings.


    Aldrich took a seat and said, "Go ahead."


    But Nagy first switched on therge TV in the conference room, inserting a neatly edited video tape into the yer to start ying it.


    He turned back and said, "You should see this first."


    Sitting upright, Aldrich focused on the TV screen, which showed highlights of the League Cup final where Millwall faced Aston Vi.


    The video featured various angles, showing clips of Millwall yers on the attack while Aston Vi yers defended, highlighting one-on-one situations between attacking and defending yers.


    Larsson, Trezeguet, Pires, Schneider, Nedved �� most of them appeared on screen.


    After watching the first round of clips, Aldrich raised his hands in confusion, not understanding Nagy''s point.


    Nagy rewound the tape and yed it again, pausing the video on Larsson as he received the ball. He pointed at the image, saying, "Henrik is in this position. How many options does he have?"


    Aldrich''s expression shifted as he focused, his mind starting to work. He replied solemnly, "The passing options are limited; dribbling is the best choice because it promises a higher payoff."


    In the footage, Larsson was facing Taylor in defense, and there was indeed space to break through. At that moment, the trailing center-back, Simek, wasn''t closing in. If Larsson made his move, he might not ensure a goal, but he would at least have a good shooting opportunity, which was precisely what Millwall sought��direct scoring chances!


    Nagy continued ying the video, and it showed Larsson opting for a pass. Although he didn''t lose possession, that decision gave Aston Vi more time to set up their defensive shape.


    In the next clip, Trezeguet was seen holding the ball with his back to the goal. Nagy paused the footage and asked, "What should he do?"


    Aldrich assessed the screen, noticing that his teammates were tightly marked and the supporting yers were out of position. Trezeguet could either pass back or go it alone. Since Ehiogu wasn''t closing in, Trezeguet had space to turn.


    Aldrich said, "Turning and shooting directly is the best choice."


    Nagy yed the clip forward, showing Trezeguet trying to break through after turning with the ball but getting it intercepted.


    Nagy spoke solemnly, "David made the right choice, but he didn''t execute it as well as he could have. He could have taken ateral touch to adjust his shooting angle and position efficiently; then he would''ve been in a position to score, instead of trying to dribble forward. The footage clearly shows that there was space around him to take the best action."


    Nagy kept the video rolling, showcasing more clips that featured different yers and actions, but the main point he wanted to make was consistent. The yers had a solid grasp of ball handling, yet their decision-making in the finer details left much to be desired.


    After turning off the TV, Aldrich said seriously, "Nagy, let''s get to the point."


    Nagy didn''t celebrate the win from the previous day; instead, he returned to the club office to have staff send him footage from various angles of the game, dedicating the night to analyzing it without rest.


    He looked deeply into Aldrich''s eyes and said solemnly, "Aldrich, yesterday''s victory wasn''t just about the yers performing well; it was about your tactics working effectively. Millwall''s impressive performance in the Premier League this season isn''t solely because of top-tier yers but due to three factors: first, team chemistry; second, tactics; third, fitness."


    Aldrich retorted, "The ability to work well with teammates and execute the coach''s strategies,bined with improved fitness from serious training, doesn''t that highlight the yers'' excellence?"


    Nagy mmed his hand on the table, raising his voice, "No! If things keep going this way, Millwall''s overall strength will certainly be formidable, but it will also have significant limitations. These yers are merely products of Millwall''s tactical system; they can only adapt to this way of ying but won''t stand out on their own. In other words, they are good yers, but they will never be top stars! When our opponents adapt to our tactics and our fitness advantage disappears, we''ll be caught up immediately. We need to enhance the yers'' talents, allowing them to turn their natural gifts into genuine ability. They must be capable of making the best decisions in split-second situations and executing them effectively!"


    Aldrich looked astonished at Nagy''s fervent words. Nagymented, "Does Larsson score fewer goals than Shearer? No, but most of Larsson''s goals stem from team synergy. What about Shearer? Many of his goals arise from his ability to convert non-clear chances into properly executed shots on goal."


    Aldrich was now confused and asked, "Doesn''t that make us seem stronger? We stress teamwork over individual prowess."


    "You''re mistaken, Aldrich! This isn''t a debate between individual and team. The question is, if I gave you a Shearer who could blend into Millwall''s team style, would his performance be better or worse than Larsson''s?"


    Nagy''s voice rose, and although Aldrich typically disliked this tone, today his mind felt undeniably clear.


    Yes, if given a Shearer who could score from near-impossible opportunities, how many goals would he?


    Even if it was an unrealistic fantasy, logically, Aldrich leaned toward the belief that Shearer would undoubtedly outperform Larsson.


    This wasn''t a judgment of ability but a subjective assumption based on perception.


    Deep down, Aldrich felt the greater threat came from Shearer.


    Where was the problem?


    Aldrich took out a cigarette, lit it, and after a few puffs, softly said, "Nagy, no matter what you''re about to say, let''s calm down first, then discuss it properly. I''ll listen to everything you have to say. Just tell me what the essence of the issue is."


    Nagy sighed heavily, lighting a cigarette of his own, his face clouded with worry, "It''s that Brazilian kid you brought in."


    "Ronaldinho? What''s wrong with him?"


    "He''s too talented; I can''t coach him."


    "What do you mean? He doesn''t listen to you?"


    Aldrich frowned, concerned from a coach''s perspective; yers who resist instruction are always challenging, regardless of their reputation, especially not a minor as young as Ronaldinho.


    Nagy waved a dismissive hand, "No, it''s not his fault. It''s mine, as a youth coach. We impart team mentality and the philosophy of collective football, and he''s learning and doing well, but he can do so much more. You know he possesses incredible dribbling insight and skills. The problem is that when he starts to take on yers on the field, none of us coaches are there to guide him on how to dribble effectively, the angles to choose in different environments, and what skillful moves to use in connection with techniques that serve the team. This doesn''t contradict our tactical philosophy. yers don''t merely need to know how to pass and position themselves; dribbling is a vital skill that will never fade from the football field."


    Aldrich rubbed his temple, striving toprehend Nagy''s points fully.


    "Aldrich, imagine a yer receiving the ball in an attacking position; their choices are typically three: shoot, pass, or dribble. If they are not in a shooting position, that leaves thetter two. Our tactics emphasize the collective; when teammates make runs and there are viable passingnes, the yer''s choice should ideally be a pass. However, when yers find themselves unable to pass or shoot, the only option left is to take on the defender. Millwall has been ying smoothly in the league because of our advanced tactics, with full-backs and midfielders alternating to attack. In those moments, we can often create numerical advantages to break through the opponent. But when our opponents catch up to our style, and we find ourselvescking in numerical advantage, can our yers still rely on their technical skills to change the game? Do they have that ability? Yesterday, we won, but it also highlighted our most significant problem��who on our team consistently holds an absolute advantage in one-on-one situations? Larsson relies on speed, and Nedved does too; the only two yers who show a marginal edge in technical skills are Pires and Schneider."


    Nagy''s words made Aldrich''s expression darken.


    Perhaps he was the one who needed a wake-up call.


    He reflected on yesterday''s match; indeed, in equal situations, none of the Millwall yers stepped up through individual ability. It was Aldrich himself who created space to break the deadlock through a concerted attack down the center.


    After all, Aston Vi wasn''t a top-tier team; their full-backs stood bewildered when isted. But against other elite teams, they would surely respond with ease.


    Aldrich looked up at Nagy and asked, "Why did it take you so long to realize this issue after all these months?"


    Nagy forced a pained smile. "When I took over the youth team, the yers were just like that. Ronaldinho''s arrival caught me by surprise. His extraordinary talent made me suddenly aware of the issue. Also, as you know, I used to work with the national team, where the focus wasn''t on teaching yer skills. After reviewing some training footage of first-team yers, I came across a fact that might make you unhappy."


    Understanding, Aldrich nodded. The national team coach didn''t focus on developing yers but on blending the existing yers together, with very different priorities from those in a club environment.


    "Let''s hear it. If there are hidden issues in our team build-up, pointing them out to help me correct them will please me. It wouldn''t make me happy for you toe to me only when the problems be ringly obvious."


    "For instance, take Glenn Shire. Over the past year, his physical metrics have improved, his team awareness has grown, and his passing and positioning have matured. However, his technical skills have hardly progressed, particrly his dribbling. A year ago, his only trick was to use the inside of his foot to elerate past yers. A yearter, he still relies on just that one move. Thankfully, he''s still young. If he were twenty-four or twenty-five, he would either be cut or stuck filling a specific backup position at Millwall, with major limitations. Aldrich, skills are cultivated, not innate. Every yer in our team can maintain possession, and Pirlo has be not just a great short passer but also a more urate long passer. That''s all through practice. But we don''t have any dedicated dribbling drills in our training regimen. It may sound absurd, but even other clubs aren''t likely to spend time each week on dribbling training. It seems like a skill reserved for agile, technical yers, but dribbling is a crucial link connecting stopping, ball control, and shooting!"

 Chapter 137: Tactical philosophy and technical philosophy.

    <h4>Chapter 137: Tactical philosophy and technical philosophy.</h4>


    Nagy''s concept of dribbling skills isn''t just about a yer''s ability to carry the ball and break through defenders; it''s a broader notion that epasses a yer''s feel for the ball, their skills, and their ability to control it. This is easy to understand. yers with excellent dribbling skills can use their technique to escape from a tight spot, control the ball in small areas, and expand their options. They don''t always have to go directly past defenders in front of them. With such skills, yers can be more cunning on the field, demonstrating strong deception and unpredictability, which gives them an upper hand in one-on-one situations.


    However, clubs generally do not provide specific training on dribbling. In practice sessions, yers might attempt dribbling as part of free y; if they seed, great, but if they fail, it''s often deemed ack of talent. Teams typically won''t systematically teach dribbling techniques, as this is seen as a waste of time for most. Firstly, not many yers are allowed free rein to dribble, and secondly, coaches usually won''t invest time assessing whether yers possess this talent.


    Traditionally, dribbling skills aren''t thought of as a result of systematic training; talent is often seen as a significant determinant, including physical attributes. For instance, yers like Garrincha, with his crooked legs, and the short-statured Maradona showcase how taller yers oftenck the same agility as shorter ones��this is a matter of innate conditions.


    However, when Nagy emphasizes the importance of dribbling techniques, it''s not just about dribbling for the sake of it, but rather about serving the yers'' unique characteristics.


    Take "Little Flying Man" Overmars, for example. He loves to get to the byline and cross the ball. Once he dribbles past defenders, he can draw the entire backline back, disrupting the opponents'' defensive rhythm.


    Aldrich begins to examine his youth training policy. Reflecting on when he first took over the team, he realized that his focus was on building a cohesive group, emphasizing team unity. If he had prioritized individual foot skills and let yers express their talents freely, the team would have fallen apart and be a disorganized bunch.


    Last season, Millwall hardly had a youth squad. The youth team merely served as a training ground to practice first-team tactics, aiming to help yers develop their ability to y team football through cooperation.


    This season, Millwall officially has a youth squad, but Aldrich quickly noticed deficiencies in this new setup.


    There are two types of excellent coaches: one who maximizes the potential of 11 talents and another who helps 11 ordinary yers perform above their perceived capabilities.


    From the very beginning, Aldrich never believed the yers he had brought into the team were already mature stars; otherwise, he wouldn''t have recruited them in the first ce. His goal was to achieve thetter��making the yers perform above what would be expected by relying on teamwork, which is foundational for long-term team building.


    However, in his excessive focus on the team, Aldrich somewhat overlooked the individual growth of his yers.


    What''s the reason for this?


    Upon self-reflection, Aldrich realized it was because he ced so much emphasis on team dynamics that he subconsciouslycked the expectation for yers to showcase individual heroism.


    As a result, when yers made the right passes and moved into position, he felt satisfied.


    Is that enough?


    Not at all.


    Far from it.


    Aldrich''s realization hit him hard; no team can remain tactically ahead forever. Tactics are a game of cat and mouse. When your tactics are ahead, countless others will begin to devise countermeasures, eventually bringing things back to bnce, waiting for the next tactical overhaul.


    While an excellent tactical philosophy can elevate a team, the execution fundamentally relies on the yers.


    Aldrich felt a pang of regret. He had boasted to Ferguson that there were no secrets in tactics, and the key was the yers''patibility with those tactics, yet he had overlooked this crucial point.


    Are tactics that mysterious?


    Not really. Countless teams want to emte the tactics of the strongest teams, yet many aspiring coaches end up failing miserably. Trying to mimic sessful teams often leads to disastrous results, primarily because the yerposition is variable and fails to achieve perfect execution.


    Didn''t other teams try to emte AC Mn? But do they have Nesta, Maldini, or Costacurta in defense? Do they have Seedorf or Pirlo in midfield? Or Shevchenko and Inzaghi in attack?


    Barcelona is the same; yers like Xavi, Iniesta, Messi, and Puyol are all unique talents��it''s one thing to mimic tactics but quite another to replicate their prowess exactly.


    Sessful teams should be a product of a perfect synergy between tactics and team; both are essential.


    Aldrich had been too focused on tactics, neglecting the team itself.


    His self-reproach was evident in his expression. Nagy reassured him, saying, "Aldrich, you don''t need to be this hard on yourself. Millwall has performed well this season. It''s tough to identify issues in a flourishing situation. You shouldn''t be critical of yourself for not being perfect, right?"


    Havingposed himself, Aldrich took a moment of silence before responding, "I think I made this mistake six years ago."


    "Six years ago?"


    Nagy was confused.


    Aldrich asked, "Have you ever heard of Guifren?"


    Nagy shook his head.


    Thinking back, Aldrich said, "Six years ago, when I studied in the Nethends, the Dutch Football Association focused on youth training based on Michels and Cruyff''s football philosophy��the concept of total football was simple and straightforward. I greatly admired this philosophy because I believe that football''s future requires a cohesive offense and defense. People often see defenders pushing forward and forwards dropping back to defend. The mainstream Dutch football style really resonated with me. Yet, in the Nethends, there was a lesser-known school of football that I only learned about by chance while chatting with peers, and the founder of that school was Guifren."


    Nagy asked with curiosity, "Is there really such a person?"


    "Yes, but he is not well-epted within mainstream circles. Dutch football is dominated by Michels and Cruyff''s tactical philosophies, which prioritize tactics above all else. yers are trained to keep it simple. Deep down, I resonate with this because the trend in football is that yers are getting faster, both offensively and defensively; swift and straightforward y is the norm. Slow buildup and excessive individual dribbling will ultimately be eliminated. Guifren introduced a training method called CM, advocating for a technique-focused approach. The core idea was that controlling the ball means controlling the opponent, thus dominating the match. He required yers to practice only technical skills rather than tactics, seemingly aiming to prove that genius could be cultivated, rather than being solely down to talent."


    "Genius can be cultivated... Genius can be cultivated..."


    Aldrich murmured to himself, repeating the phrase as if puzzled.


    In a century of football, how many football yers have there been? It''s hard to count, but assuming it''s over a billion isn''t an exaggeration, given that yer turnover generally urs within 15 to 20 years.


    Yet among all those yers over thest century, how many have been geniuses? Judging by the proportion of yers, it''s an infinitesimally small fraction��essentially, an infinitude of zeros before the decimal point.


    If genius could indeed be cultivated through effort, would that mean every hard-working yer would turn into a Maradona, Pele, or Beckenbauer?


    "When I first heard one of Guifren''s statements, I felt repulsed by his football philosophy. He refuted Michels''s tactical school by pointing out that thetter''s sess relied on having rare talents like Cruyff and Van Basten. With such geniuses, the formation bes irrelevant. I found this rather ludicrous, as the talent-rich Brazil has repeatedly demonstrated that guiding 11 geniuses to sess isn''t significantly easier than directing 11 fools. This preconceived notion led me to dismiss the training model that promotes technical skill over tactical mastery. But looking back now, I realize Imitted the same error as the Dutch Football Association. There''s not a life-and-death rtionship between the tactical and technical schools, akin to how the barrier between physical and technical yers bes increasingly flimsy."


    Nagy blinked and remarked, "I feel it shouldn''t be a strict dichotomy; tactics and techniques can coexist, but there should still be a distinction between what''s more important and what''s less."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement, saying, "Exactly. What I want to convey is that tactics are the soul, while technical skill is the body. Only through their perfectbination can you achieve the best results. Historically notable super teams have at least had their tactics up to par, and they also possessed genius yers to execute them. I indeed underestimated the bnce between the two."


    Nagy seemed puzzled, asking, "Why didn''t anyone point that out to you? There are so many coaches here."


    Aldrich smiled wryly, "Jansen and the otherse from Ajax, where they prioritize tactical training. In the Nethends, they''re indoctrinated with tactical philosophies where yers'' skills manifest ording to their innate gifts, not through deliberate training. They focus more on developing yers'' positional awareness rather than specifically training them on how to dribble. You can''t me them for that; had you not raised these questions, I might not have noticed anything wrong."


    Nagy nodded to show his understanding and then asked, "So how do we resolve this issue?"


    Aldrich thought for a moment and replied, "Football schools sometimes have excessively idealistic thinking, which isn''t good, and ideas often be disconnected from reality. For instance, while a technical approach can indeed help yers improve their skills, it doesn''t necessarily create geniuses. Maybe out of a hundred thousand yers uniformly training their skills, no more than ten could be geniuses, and of those, how many could effectively integrate into a team? We need yers to enhance their skills, but that should be built upon their innate talent��they need to turn potential into ability. We can''t rely on this training model as mainstream, hoping that through daily practice, average yers can morph into the next Maradona; that''s unrealistic. Our youth training must still prioritize tactical philosophies,plemented by targeted technical training that helps yers grow and develop distinct characteristics within the team, maximizing their strengths while contributing to the overall strategy."


    "But where can we find such coaches?"


    "I can think of two people."


    "Who are they?"


    "I doubt you would know, but I hope to attract their involvement."


    Aldrich rhythmically drummed his fingers on the table, as the images of two individuals emerged in his mind. One was Murensding, whoter turned Cristiano Ronaldo from a showy young yer into a Ballon d''Or winner. The other was Ricardo Moniz, who had retired three years prior.


    The former had not yet been recruited by Ferguson to Manchester United, and Aldrich had no idea where he was.


    Thetter would be found in the Nethends, as history showed he once greatly developed Van Persie. Even after Van Persie transferred to Arsenal, he routinely returned to train with Moniz, indicating that Van Persie''s technical abilities were honed through specialized training.


    What connected both men was that they were ardent admirers of Guifren. Murensding delved deeply into CM, while Aldrich had only learned about CM six years ago, finally realizing how Murensding elevated Ronaldo''s game. Moniz had also learned directly from Guifren, absorbing invaluable insights.


    Most importantly, Aldrich hoped to recruit both to train not only yers but also coaches.

 Chapter 138: Potential transforms into ability.

    <h4>Chapter 138: Potential transforms into ability.</h4>


    On the second day of the holiday, Aldrich assigned Adam a task: the club''s CEO was to travel to the Nethends with his assistant to recruit Ricardo Moniz, who was working as an assistant coach there.


    He asked Andrew to search for someone named Meulensteen in the football database of hispany. The staff at Andrew''spany update the database every three months, entering the information of yers and coaches from professional leagues across Europe. This data collection took them two years, but it has be easier over thest two years, as they only need to update it regrly. This helps Aldrich to discover talent and provides Andrew''s agency with first-hand information, facilitating the signing of yers in the future.


    However, Aldrich was disappointed to find that, despite a few others sharing the same name as Meulensteen, none of them were the right person.


    He pondered over where the man could be all night and couldn''t find an answer.


    In the morning, Aldrich participated in an exclusive interview with BBC, which was originally focused on Millwall''s victory in the English League Cup. However, Aldrich repeatedly veered off-topic, passionately discussing the feasibility of the CM training system and expressing great admiration for a coach named Meulensteen. When the host asked who he was, Aldrich simply stated that he was Dutch and expressed his deep respect, hoping for an opportunity to engage in academic discussions about football. He emphasized that coborating with him would be a great honor.


    Millwall was riding high, and Aldrich wanted to leverage this momentum to generate news.


    The English media had barely heard of Meulensteen, as their inherent sense of superiority made them self-centered, showing little interest in matters outside the British Isles. Nevertheless, the news would spread quickly.


    In the football world, European football is the center of the global stage, with mainstream leagues being the heart. News generated here attracts significant attention and spreads rapidly. While the Premier League may not be as prestigious as Serie A, Millwall''s remarkable narrative was sure to be a focal point in the media.


    Aldrich found this method rather clumsy, feeling like he was just waiting for opportunities without taking initiative. However, it was the only option avable to him, and he also instructed Adam to gather information about Meulensteen while in the Nethends, hoping for some positive news.


    After the interview, Aldrich held a meeting for the entire coaching staff, from first-team coaches to youth trainers, whichsted until evening.


    The next day, the yers began returning to the training ground, rxed and full of energy.


    After the New Year, the club had hired a professional fitness coach who would lead the yers in stretching exercises before training, ensuring every muscle was warmed up.


    The fitness coach was a woman named Fiona, in her thirties, slim, and from a noble family. Her grandfather had been made a baron by the Queen, and her father held a knight''s title.


    Yet, this is not out of the ordinary; there are many British noble descendants facing difficulties, and even royal offspring from several European countries are often reduced to carefree yboys, living for pleasure. Ultimately, with the progression of time, the noble charm surrounding these lower nobility heirs has entirely diminished.


    While Fiona led the yers through warm-ups, Aldrich and the coaching staff joined in. Although the pace was slow, some of the stretches were challenging, putting their flexibility to the test.


    After warming up, Aldrich took the yers for a fewps of slow jogging.


    Then it was time to start the day''s training.


    In an unusual twist, Aldrich called the yers to the edge of the penalty area, instructing Keller to guard the goal, and then he summoned Makelele and Southgate to the front. He positioned the two in a defensive setup, one inside and one outside the penalty area, then ced the ball three meters in front of Makelele. Turning to the confused yers, he said, "Can anyone step up to demonstrate your skills? It''s quite simple: kick the ball into the goal, however you want."


    The yer exchanged nces. Makelele presence had already blocked the shooting angle, and Southgate was there as an additionalyer of defense. Was it even possible to seed through individual ability?


    Eager to showcase his abilities, Pires was the first to step up. He stood before the ball, nudging it gently with his toes to intentionally create an opening for Makelele to approach. When Makelele moved in, Pires quickly flicked the ball to change direction and evade him. Yet, just as he took his first step, Makelele turned slightly and established a solid position to block him, then sent the ball back to Southgate.


    Undeterred, Pires stepped up for another attempt. This time, he quickened his footwork, pretending to break through to the left before swiftly pulling the ball back and spinning to break through on the right, resembling a Marseille turn��in concept simr but different in execution. Makelele, with a low center of gravity, wasn''t tricked and instead kicked the ball out over the sideline.


    Pires held on until his fifth attempt, finally managing to get past Makelele through a feint and a clever detachment of the ball from his body. However, after turning around, Makelele stayed with him, chasing the ball. When Southgate stepped forward to challenge, he easily intercepted the ball.


    After seven or eight attempts, Pires shook his head in resignation and sighed, "Boss, if it were just ude, I might have a chance, but with the captain behind him, it''s tough. I doubt anyone can continuously get past both of them, especially starting from a standstill."


    Aldrich smiled and patted him on the shoulder before looking at the other yers. To his surprise, Pirlo stepped forward.


    In front of the ball, Pirlo made ateral touch before unleashing a long-range shot.


    The ball hit the underside of the crossbar and bounced into the.


    Keller, obstructed in his view, couldn''t react in time once he spotted the ball headed for the goal.


    With his hands on his hips, Makeleleughed wryly, saying, "This is a bit cheeky, isn''t it?"


    He was only three meters away from the ball, but Pirlo had created shooting space with a quick touch, catching everyone off-guard with that long-range shot, leaving Makelele both amused and exasperated.


    In truth, he had initially assumed Pirlo would attempt to dribble past him, but Aldrich had never said that was a requirement; he merely asked to score a goal.


    After scoring, Pirlo returned to his teammates, and Makelele called out, "Hey, do it again!"


    Pirlo turned back and shook his head, "No need to try. If we start from standing still, I won''t get past you again. You won''t give me another angle to shoot either."


    Aldrich pped his hands, then continued allowing other yers to take their turns.


    Larsson approached with a smile, prompting Makelele to go on high alert. Larsson had one of the fastest bursts of speed on the team, so he couldn''t afford to take it lightly.


    However, when Larsson didn''t use his top speed to bring the ball forward, Makelele eyes widened, "What the hell! Another trickster!"


    Larsson moved sideways, taking his time before gradually picking up speed. Makelele pursued him sideways, but as Larsson abruptly stopped to change direction and brought the ball back into the center, he left Makelele trailing behind. While both had simr speed, Larsson''s rapid change of direction turned the tide. During a match, Makelele would also have to worry about other teammates constricting space. Now, with only two facing each other, there were gaps in defense due to their repetition.


    In a burst of sprinting, Larsson shook off Southgate, pushing a shot from inside the penalty area, sending the ball into the bottom corner of the.


    Pire pped his forehead in astonishment, "Why didn''t I think of that?"


    Aldrich watched from the sidelines, recognizing that while Larsson''s clever y exploited space, from a technical perspective, he was relying purely on speed. During actual matches, it was unlikely he''d get the chance to dribble down the wing and thene back to break through.


    After a few more attempts, Makelele and Southgate exchangedments, their coordination bing more refined. While there had initially been gaps in their defense, they were now effectivelyplementing one another through practice.


    When he got to his fourth try, Larssonmenced to fail.


    By the seventh attempt, after multiple sprints, Larsson no longer held an advantage in speed and couldn''t threaten the goal anymore.


    Of course, Makelele and Southgate''s effective defensive teamwork were crucial to freezing him out.


    Trezeguet stepped in for his turn, focusing more on shielding the ball with his body, pushing forward like a small tank. Several attempts faced little sess, either due to angles or being disrupted.


    Shevchenko, Solskj?r, Phillips, Nedved, and others took their turns, with Makelele and Southgate swapped out for Gattuso and Stam.


    The yers were having fun during today''s training, treating it as a game.


    Aldrich, standing with the other coaches, calmly said, "Did you see? Our yers aren''t particrly exceptional in one-on-one situations. It''s either relying on speed or physicality. The ability to use ball control skills to deceive opponents for offensive gain is best shown by Pires and Schneider, but even their performance isn''t outstanding."


    Coaches Jensen, Barb, Craig, and Torlop frowned.


    Based on their past experiences training yers in the Nethends, regardless of whether it was one-on-one or three-on-three practice, the method was simple: hand the ball to the yers, and they''d learn to dribble on their own. yers capable of dribbling would showcase that ability, while thosecking wouldn''t even attempt it, fearing a drop in evaluation from their coaches.


    In a tactic-oriented training system, individual skills weren''t overly emphasized.


    But that didn''t mean they didn''t practice technique.


    Areas such as ball control, dribbling, short passes, long passes, and shooting were all part of skill training, and mastering these would enhance the yers'' ball sense.


    Yet, footwork requires not just ball sense but also inspiration and experience.


    In a traditional training regime, yers'' dribbling abilities often stemmed from exploration��much like a journey of discovery.


    In a sudden burst of rity, the yer discovered a new dribbling technique, reminiscent of finding a new star in the vastness of space. He steadily grew familiar with it and incorporated it into his knowledge.


    What Aldrich needed to change was to directly inform yers about the stars in the universe, guiding them to understand and learn until they could eventually integrate that knowledge.


    Football techniques are diverse, and in different positions and under varying defensive setups, different strategies must be employed, which can be trained to enhance individual capability.


    Jensen expressed concern, "If yers start showcasing their foot skills individually, it could disrupt team tactics."


    Aldrich replied earnestly, "That''s based on talent. Let''s put it this way: if Larsson''s skill talent is rated at 85 out of a maximum of 100, and Back''s is perhaps only 70, while Larsson''s actual ability is only 55 and Back''s is only 40, transforming their potential into actual ability won''t lead to 11 yers each with skill values of 100. Improving individual technique won''t harm team tactics; tactical execution relies on team awareness. If they have it, then using superior individual abilities to serve the team willplement each other."


    The coaches exchanged nces; without tangible results, no one knew whether this training approach was right or wrong. If it turned out to be incorrect, it wouldn''t just affect the team''s development��it could lead to the copse of this team that had taken so long to form.

 Chapter 139: Do you want to fight?

    <h4>Chapter 139: Do you want to fight?</h4>


    Adam provided Aldrich with feedback from the Nethends on Wednesday night, informing him that talks with Ricardo-Moniz were progressing smoothly. However, before discussing the basic sry, Moniz needed to have an in-depth conversation with Aldrich.


    In this age, it''s quite a show of sincerity for a club''s CEO to personally reach out to hire a training coach who isn''t the head coach.


    Nevertheless, for Ricardo-Moniz, the CM training method he advocates has little room to thrive in the Nethends. Tactical y is seen as the orthodox approach, while technical y is viewed with skepticism; it''s neither epted by mainstream practices nor supported by those in power. Moniz is unsure whether he can implement his training philosophies at Millwall.


    Aldrich was eager to make the call. After the introductions were made, he adopted a very humble tone and first offered an apology, exining that he couldn''t fly to the Nethends to meet in person due to preparations for the weekend match. The two then engaged in a discussion regarding work.


    Even though the founder of CM training, Guvran, had confidently proimed that "genius can be trained," such statements are just catchy slogans. If CM training truly had the miraculous power to transform the inept into the extraordinary, then geniuses would be worth very little in the world.


    Tailoring education to the individual is crucial. Talented young yers show quicker results in training, while those with mediocre skills may learn some techniques through CM training, yet struggle to meet the harsh standards ofpetitive football.


    Aldrich exined his coaching philosophy to Moniz and also shared insights about the team''s situation.


    In fact, when Adam flew to the Nethends to meet Moniz, he brought along video highlights of the club''s yers from training and matches.


    Moniz was genuinely excited inside because the yers at Millwall undeniably possessed talent. More importantly, they were very young and highly malleable, with most not yet having reached the age where their techniques would be fixed.


    Aldrich couldn''t afford to have the yers focus solely on technique in training every week. Instead, he would integrate technical elements into training sessions tailored specifically to different yers, which was limited in time to two or three hours, twice a week.


    That was enough because technical guidance often takes ce in one-on-one or small group settings; it''s impossible for one coach to train all yers. After all, the focus of technical training varies depending on yer characteristics and their positions on the field. For instance, Trezeguet''s technical training is entirely focused on shooting, while with Pirlo, shooting would not take the priority.


    Aldrich and Moniz spoke on the phone for nearly two hours, during which they disagreed and exchanged views, but their discussions remained rooted in football rather than veering off into unrted topics like sry.


    The next day, Moniz submitted his resignation and packed his bags, nning to arrive in London by mid-March.


    Before the weekend match, Aldrich received more good news: while his news in London hadn''t directly caught Meulensteen attention, someone within Mullins'' circle in the Nethends had noticed it. They reached out to the Millwall club to inform Aldrich that Mullins was not currently in Europe.


    He was coaching the Qatar U18 team.


    Aldrich made a call to the other side of the world to track down Meulensteen leading to another lengthy conversation.


    To show his sincerity, Aldrich offered Meulensteen an administrative position within the team as the Youth Technical Director and coach.


    In terms of sry, it would match that of assistant coach Jensen, and he provided a house in themunity for him to stay in as long as he wanted��unless he decided to move out, the house was his, even if he left Millwall for another opportunity.


    By investing so much, Aldrich aimed to ensure that the coaches needed by the team wouldn''t just teach the yers but also educate other coaches on scientific training methods.


    After winning the League Cup, Aldrich''s team had a respectable run in March, remaining undefeated with just one draw.


    On the league table, Millwall and Manchester United surged ahead, gradually closing the points gap with Newcastle United. Kevin Keegan''s team, having faltered in the second half of the season, experienced a media shift that criticized Keegan and his team for their frail ability to handle pressure, with their lead shrinking from 10 points at the start to just 5 points by the end of March �� the difference of merely two matches.


    The arrival of Moniz and Meulensteen brought a vibrant touch to Meulensteen training sessions. Both seasoned researchers of the CM training system could not only y technical videos they hadpiled for the yers in meetings but also exin apanying tactical charts. Furthermore, they could provide hands-on demonstrations on the training field, which excited many of the talented yers, leading them to often request extra practice and eagerly listen to the coaches'' technical instructions.


    Technical training wasn''t limited to attack; defense was included, too. Aldrich previously focused on a higher level of team defense because defense is never just one-on-one; it''s about chemistry and team awareness. Italy is famous for its chain defense, which also depends on team tactics. As the attacking talents of the yers improved, naturally, the pressure on the defensive yers increased, allowing them to enhance their skills concurrently.


    This positive feedback loop made Aldrich feel very pleased. Even more impressively, within just a week of Moniz and Meulensteen joining the team, they immediately began to create good ying habits in the young yers.


    Take Ronaldinho for instance; Moniz was particrly optimistic about him, but his weaknesses at this age were apparent. He tended to favor his right foot. Moniz started training him to bnce his use of both feet��not to equalize their abilities but to make him more versatile. By being able to use both feet, Ronaldinho''s technical abilities could be even more unpredictable.


    As for Joe Cole, his dominant foot was the right, but his left foot skills were exceptional. The coach instructed him to polish his ball control and teach him the most practical dribbling and passing techniques.


    Corrections and guidance such as these provided immense benefits to the yers after a period of trying them out, giving them tangible improvements.


    Particrly when Meulensteen began coaching Van Nistelrooy, thetter''s progress was rapid. Previously, he relied solely on his instinct to sniff out opportunities in the penalty area, but now, Meulensteen taught him simple movements to create shooting angles within the box. Simple actions, such as a subtle touch or a half-turn to shield the ball, allowed Van Nistelrooy not only to make runs but also to increase his threats after receiving the ball.


    The yers could feel their improvements, which brought them joy and increased their focus on training and matches. This phenomenon was great, and both Moniz and Meulensteen in their new roles at Meulensteen often found themselves excited and restless. Together, they had over a decade of coaching experience but had never instructed so many talented yers. This filled them with a sense of achievement and anticipation, wanting to witness these yers shining on the field in the future.


    This is the mindset of coaches; it''s not always about personal fame or sess. Of course, winning trophies is an unparalleled achievement, but seeing the yers under them gain recognition also offers a kind of satisfaction that outsiders cannotprehend.


    As April approached, Millwall began to shift focus towards the FA Cup. Even though they had championship hopes in the league standings, Aldrich remained undeterred, prioritizing full-strength squads for cup matches. He decided on rotations based on the opponents, but only after ensuring that the main yers had sufficient rest.


    The road to advancing in the League Cup was rtively smooth; Millwall faced no particrly strong opponents from start to finish, which also rtes to how traditional powerhouses often undervalue the League Cup.


    If we rank the importance ofpetitions in Ennd, it would go: league, then FA Cup, and finally the League Cup.


    However, in the FA Cup, Millwall began to encounter formidable foes.


    They first took down ckburn, followed by a matchup against Newcastle United. The draw results came out before the match against Newcastle, and if Millwall advanced, they could face another powerhouse in the semifinals: Manchester United.


    In early April, Millwall hosted a match against East London in the second half of the league.


    Tension enveloped East London again, with riot police on high alert. The provocative behavior of Millwall fans began to surface.


    Aldrich wouldn''t defend Millwall fans; they were far more emotionally charged than other fans and had a penchant for causing trouble, particrly enjoying brawls.


    But just as he had promised in past interviews, if any major disturbances were to ur at the stadium, he would ban all unruly fans from entering the den.


    Redknapp brought his West Ham team to the den and was met with widespread taunts and provocations; it was time for them to feel the heat.


    Back at home, Aldrich had no need to be timid with his arrangements, especially on the high-quality pitch.


    As the intense East London derby kicked off, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, issuingmands while Redknapp also stood nervously nearby.


    West Ham yed aggressively and viciously in this match,mitting frequent fouls with reckless actions.


    "One, two, three, four, five. Assistant referee, I don''t want to keep counting, but understand this: this is our f#*king home! Why hasn''t the opposition received a single yellow card? Are you encouraging West Ham to keep using brutal fouls to disrupt this match?"


    Aldrich couldn''t tolerate it any longer. He approached the fourth official, his face cold, voicing his grievances about the officiating crew''s inability to manage the game.


    The fourth official, somewhat intimidated by Aldrich, pretended not to hear anything.


    Redknapp walked up, loudly saying, "Our yers aren''t ying maliciously; don''t think your whining will influence the referee!"


    His words were aimed at Aldrich.


    As soon as he finished speaking, Aldrich turned to Redknapp, his face twisted with rage, shouting, "F#*k you! If you want to y football, then y football! If you want to y rugby, you won''t find any takers here. If your team doesn''t want to y but wants to fight, then let''s head to the parking lot �� the ones not showing up can go to hell, along with your bloody Irons!"


    Redknapp stood there, stunned, watching Aldrich''s furious expression as he pointed towards the yers'' tunnel. The West Ham manager mumbled something incoherent before turning back to his team''s dugout.


    Nearby fans in the stands apuded, cheering for Aldrich while mocking and insulting Redknapp, calling him a coward and a softie.


    Aldrich could simply not endure the opposing team''s brutal tactics.


    Having thugs on the field wasn''t surprising, but if they intended to injure their opponents from the very beginning, that crossed a line �� not only the line of football but also that of morality.


    Just as he returned to his position, a deafening uproar erupted throughout the stadium.

 Chapter 140: Angels and Demons

    <h4>Chapter 140: Angels and Demons</h4>


    The roar of astonishment erupted from The Den before fading intoplete silence. Everyone''s gaze turned towards the left wing of Millwall''s half.


    Aldrich had justined to the fourth official, unable to see what had happened, but when he looked over, he found the young starter, Neil, on the ground clutching his leg and screaming in pain, one hand pounding the grass.


    Not far from Neil, West Ham striker Ian Dowie had just gotten up and was about to move closer when he was suddenly pushed down. Southgate rushed over, fiercely shoving Dowie and leaning down to roar at him. "You were definitely aiming for his legs, weren''t you? That''s simply criminal! Fuck you!"


    Seeing Dowie pushed down, West Ham yers immediately rushed over, and Millwall yers followed suit. A massive confrontation seemed inevitable.


    Keeper Keller dashed over, protecting the fallen Neil and shouted at the doctor rushing onto the pitch, "Hurry up!"


    Jensen approached Aldrich with a grave expression, covering his mouth to inform him of what had just happened.


    Neil had received the ball on the nk when Dowie charged over for a vicious sliding tackle. Neil jumped to evade it, but Dowie''s foot came up and mmed right into Neil''s knee.


    If Neil hadn''t jumped and thrown his body off bnce, he probably would have suffered a broken leg!


    However, the situation now was dire. Keller gestured for a substitution, knowing full well he could see that Neil couldn''t continue, which reflected just how severe Neil''s injury was.


    Aldrich instructed Zambrotta to start warming up before pivoting to face the West Ham bench, pointing at Redknapp and furiously cursing.


    "Redknapp, is this how you teach your yers to y? Do you have no moral boundaries? If you want to fight, we can meet in the boxing ring! You have the gall to call Millwall a thug team? You guys are the real beasts, thugs, and vermin!"


    Redknapp''s face changed color, knowing he was in the wrong. He was reluctant to engage in a verbal confrontation, even shying away from any physical contact.


    However, Aldrich''s furious approach made it seem like he wanted to tear Redknapp apart, shocking everyone on West Ham''s bench and surprising Millwall''s coaching staff. Bob and Craig rushed in from both sides to hold Aldrich back.


    "Calm down, calm down, Aldrich! You can''t go over there!"


    The fourth official also positioned himself in front of Aldrich, warning him not to act irrationally.


    "Damn it, referee crew, your officiating today is worthless! How could the FA let you referee this game? With all the fouls earlier, if that idiot Barry Knight had issued a few yellow cards, West Ham''s thugs wouldn''t have gotten so reckless! My yer has been severely injured, suffering damage beyond the rules of football! You areplicit! Complicit!"


    Aldrich''s agitation grew as Craig quickly had to cover his mouth to silence him.


    The situation was escting perilously; yers from both benches were on their feet, the tension palpable. If Aldrich continued to taunt the referees, it would surely harm Millwall''s chances.


    At that moment, Aldrich truly lost his cool. He was fed up with the opponent''s continual rough y, the referees'' indifference, and now, with one of his yers having been maliciously injured, he couldn''t contain his fury.


    Referee Knight and the linesman managed to separate the yers, then quickly ran to the sidelines. Without saying a word, Knight issued Aldrich a red card.


    This prompted Craig, who had been covering Aldrich''s mouth, to snap. He rushed up to Knight and, clenching his teeth, said, "Did you take a bribe? Is this how you officiate games? Are you set on destroying Millwall?"


    The situation on the sidelines rapidly spiraled out of control.


    After Aldrich received his red card, it seemed to snap him awake. He then pulled Craig back, but Craig, still angrily denouncing the referee''s poor officiating, also received a red card. Jensen, watching from the sidelines, sarcastically pped at Knight before he too was red-carded.


    Aldrich confronted Knight, who wore an impassive expression, and said, "You should be ashamed of your performance today! This isn''t Millwall''s disaster; it''s yours!"


    With that, Aldrich waved his hand on the sidelines, signaling an attack. The yers surrounding Neil saw it and were outraged, fully understanding what their boss meant.


    Destroy West Ham.


    Not with fists.


    But with offense!


    In a clear and honorable way, through football!


    Aldrich, along with assistant coach Jensen and first-team coach Craig, exited the field. They waited in the tunnel for the doctor, who, with the help of staff, had already taken Neil on a stretcher.


    Aldrich would apany Neil directly to the hospital.


    Another team doctor returned to inform him of a conservative estimate that dealt a heavy blow to Aldrich.


    Torn anterior cruciate ligament and meniscus.


    Apanied by sprains and joint dislocation, and further examination would reveal if it was torn or ruptured. If it was thetter, a major operation would be necessary.


    When Neil was being carried away on a stretcher, he was already wearing an oxygen mask, his face pale and cold with sweat, unable to speak, and close to unconsciousness.


    The immense pain was unbearable for this 18-year-old prodigy.


    Aldrich, Jensen, and Craig apanied Neil to the hospital. As they got into the ambnce, Aldrich couldn''t help but weep.


    Due to his mental age, he viewed his yers more like younger siblings. Seeing Neil, drugged and unconscious with a deathly pale face and his leg grotesquely contorted and secured with a splint, pierced Aldrich''s heart.


    He was just 18 years old!


    Would this end his future?


    Would this destroy his career?


    Aldrich had no idea. He felt lost and helpless.


    He couldn''t demand that everyone be like Larsson, who after breaking his leg at Celtic managed to stand strong again and maintain a highpetitive level even at 35.


    When Aldrich thought about how to face him upon waking, he felt responsible for Neil''s injury, as Neil called him "Boss."


    From the moment the conflict erupted, The Den was filled with uproar as Millwall fans grew increasingly furious. They were never the type to submit quietly.


    No one likes us, and we don''t give a damn!


    But if someone hurts us, we will never let it slide!


    Chaos quickly erupted in the stands. The West Ham supporters were caught between assaults from Millwall fans, while security and police struggled to maintain order, encircled byyers of fans, protecting West Ham in the middle and resisting the onught of Millwall supporters.


    Yet many fans were injured from projectiles thrown their way, and quite a number suffered injuries, while riot police rushed into the stadium to escort away the wounded and the most agitated fans.


    The game remained suspended for nearly twenty minutes before order could be restored.


    Commentators Tyler and Gray didn''t know what to say into their microphones, and Sky Sports abruptly cut tomercials, avoiding the chaotic scenes.


    This was clearly not a positive image of the Premier League.


    Millwall had indeed be abination of angels and devils.


    Before the match resumed, referee Knight issued two additional red cards to Soutgate and Dowie.


    Dowie''s dismissal was clear-cut; though he tackled head-on, it was a malicious infringement. Soutgate was sent off for irrationally shoving Dowie, which sparked the yer conflict.


    Yet both sides felt aggrieved.


    West Ham imed that during the stoppage of y, numerous Millwall yers had assaulted them, with Trezeguet head-butting Michael Hughes.


    Millwall, angrier still, had received four red cards from Knight.


    This was The Den, Millwall''s home ground!


    We don''t expect you to favor the home side, but at the very least, be damn fair and stringent!


    At this point, Knight likely regretted his earlier decisions. To ensure the match was back under control, his officiating suddenly turned aroundpletely, bing very stringent. Just before the first half wrapped up, he handed out three yellow cards, all directed at West Ham, due to their excessive fouling.


    Throughout the conflict, Nedved yed peacemaker, helping the referee separate both teams.


    But that didn''t mean he wasn''t angry inside.


    He understood better what the team needed: victory. Only victory would render the opponent''s filth even more disgraceful and foolish.


    Millwall wouldn''t back down in the face of violent tactics!


    In the entire second half, Nedved''s performance was impable. He single-handedly organized the offense, with precise passing, sharp breakthroughs, and timely, powerful shots.


    In the 57th minute, he set up Larsson for the opening goal, and three minutester, his breakthrough led to West Ham''s Williams receiving a second yellow and being sent off.


    In the final thirty minutes, Millwall firmly took control, with Nedved scoring twice to secure a 3-0 victory. After every goal, he refrained from celebrating, quietly returning to the center circle for the kick-off.


    His teammates followed suit, walking back to their half without celebration.


    They not only sought to win; they aimed to score more goals to humiliate West Ham.


    Redknapp substituted two defensive yers to bolster the backline but could see no hope of winning at The Den. Millwall had remained unbeaten at home for nearly 50 matches sincest year!


    As the game concluded, massive shes erupted outside The Den, far worse than during the first half of the season. The injuries were more extensive, with over 90% of the injured being West Ham supporters.


    Although the distance from Millwall to West Ham is just across the Thames, it seemed nearly impossible for West Ham fans. Without police assistance, they would hardly find their way home, with rival Millwall fans lurking in surrounding neighborhoods to ambush them. Stranded West Ham fans had to hurriedly strip off their jerseys to avoid attacks.


    Meanwhile, Millwall fans residing in the club''s area were shocked to discover the intensity of the chaos was beyond their imagination.


    Groups of strangers with clear intentions for violence emerged in the streets; those Millwall fans unwilling to engage formed small circles, whispering and pointing at the unfamiliar figures seemingly seeking out fans of the Hammer.


    Most of the older,w-abiding Millwall loyalists solemnly informed the youth: those outside are the real football hooligans, hailing from all over the country, simply looking for a fight today.


    Such events weremon in the 70s and 80s, and now that chaotic scene of hooliganism had returned to East London.

 Chapter 141: What one says must be followed by action

    <h4>Chapter 141: What one says must be followed by action</h4>


    Although Millwall Football Club has its own medical department, in the case of serious injuries, especially acute injuries during matches, the first priority is always to send the yers to the hospital. The club''s doctors arrive promptly to the hospital to assess the situation and coborate with professional doctors to discuss treatment ns.


    Aldrich sat in the hospital corridor, tears staining his face, looking extremely despondent and sorrowful.


    Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway, the distinct tter of high heels resonating.


    Mnie, who had heard the news in London, rushed to the hospital as soon as she could. Upon seeing Aldrich sitting in a chair, she slowed her pace, approached him, and gently hooked her arm around his neck, pulling his head close to her chest. Kneeling slightly, she cupped his face and softly reassured him, "He''ll be fine."


    With his eyes closed, Aldrich held her waist tightly with both arms, feeling the grip grow tighter and tighter...


    After a while, Mnie sat down next to him, turned off her phone, and kept himpany until thete hours of the night.


    The hospital''s examination report was released, and the club''s medical director, Thompson, solemnly informed Aldrich about the situation.


    Neil required surgery for a torn ACL. This kind of surgery is difficult, and the risk of failure is high.


    Aldrich could do nothing but remain silent.


    When Neil woke up, Aldrich was sitting in the room. The moment Neil opened his eyes and saw Aldrich, his first words struck Aldrich like a dagger to the heart.


    "Boss, did we win?"


    Tears streamed down Aldrich''s face as he forced a smile and nodded, "Yes, Pavel and the others came by to see you. Look, they brought you a lot of flowers. They said they''d be waiting for you to return to the team. Our journey is just beginning; you can''t fall behind."


    A faint smile appeared on Neil''s pale face as he said, "Of course, I won''t fall behind. Is my injury serious?"


    Aldrich shook his head, "Not serious. Just a surgery is needed for recovery, although the recovery time will be long. You need to stay strong and face everything with courage, Lucas. You''re one of the toughest yers on the team; you can''t let your teammatesugh at you. The team will wait for you, and I will too."


    "Oh."


    Hearing Aldrich''s words, Neil understood deep down how serious his injury really was.


    This thought left him feeling somewhat dejected.


    Aldrich couldn''t expect a few words to lift Neil''s spiritspletely at this point. For yers, there''s usually a period of depression immediately following an injury, which is entirely normal, but a positive mindset during recovery is crucial for getting back on the field.


    Aldrich informed Neil''s family, who would visit regrly, and his teammates continued to offer him encouragement.


    The next morning, Aldrich left the hospital with Mnie by his side.


    After resting at home for the entire morning, when he returned to the club in the afternoon, Adam approached him with a grave expression.


    "After the match yesterday, all of East London went into chaos. The disorder continued into thete hours, and police arrested many fans, with our supporters in the majority. The FA has announced an investigation into the stadium chaos, and we''re likely facing penalties that include closing stands for our remaining home games. Additionally, the owner and two other coaches might face fines as well."


    Aldrich sat quietly behind his office desk, contemting as silence enveloped the room��so silent you could hear a pin drop.


    About ten minutester, Aldrich finally spoke up, "Review the match footage and identify which fans instigated the trouble. Compile a list. If any extreme fan organizations are involved, investigate them as well. Also, check with the police about the troublemakers outside the stadium. It''s quite possible that not all of them were Millwall supporters."


    Adam nodded in agreement and asked, "What about the FA?"


    "The club will prepare a written statement addressing referee Barry Knight''s performance. If there are no additional sanctions, we won''t appeal. If there are further suspensions, we''ll discuss it then."


    Aldrich finished speaking and sent Adam off to work. He needed some quiet time. Although he had been with Mnie, he didn''t want to hear anyone''s reassurances right now; he was worried about Neil.


    After the East London derby, Millwall was set to face Newcastle United in the FA Cup quarter-finals midweek.


    Aldrich forced himself to focus on work to push away his worries. After this round of matches, the Premier League standings underwent a shocking shift.


    Newcastle United faced off against Liverpool at Anfield, producing a thrilling match that ended with a breathtaking score of 4-3. The home team initially took the lead, but the Reds clinched ast-minute victory over the Magpies. Kevin Keegan''s disheartened expression behind the advertising boards became another iconic moment, albeit a memorable negative one.


    Now, the Premier League was heating up. After Manchester United''s away victory over Newcastle the previous month, Newcastle had shown signs of copse. With five rounds left in the league, Manchester United trailed Newcastle by just two points, while Millwall was only three points behind Newcastle.


    The schedule favored Manchester United, as they had already faced Millwall and Newcastle. However, Millwall still had to battle it out against Newcastle in the penultimate round.


    Since Cantona''s return, especially in the second half of the league starting in February, Manchester United had been surging under his leadership at Old Trafford, going over two months without defeat.


    The title race was entering a fever pitch, with five matches remaining; all three teams still had a chance at the championship. However, Millwall''s recent negative publicity from the East London derby sparked uncertainty heading into the final stretch.


    At the FA Cup pre-match press conference on Tuesday, reporters continued to focus their questions on the league.


    The FA was overwhelmed because Aldrich had not only criticized West Ham''s dirty tactics in the press conference but also condemned Barry Knight''s poor officiating.


    David Miller, a reporter from The Times, posed a question that silenced the room.


    "Mr. Hall, you previously stated in an interview that if there were any disturbances at Millwall''s home ground, you would not tolerate such behavior. Now, as the owner of Millwall, how will you exercise your authority?"


    All eyes were on Aldrich as the reporters awaited his response.


    Many felt a sense of schadenfreude, believing Aldrich had overstepped months ago by assuming his own supporters would behave. Now they were eager to see how he would handle the situation.


    Aldrich slowly picked up a document and began to read, "Millwall has conducted an investigation into the fan disturbances that urred during thest home match and, based on verified facts, has made the following decisions. Due to privacy issues, I cannot disclose the names of the fans or the names of the fan organizations. What I can tell you is that Millwall will ban 238 fans who caused disturbances in the stands from entering The Den for the next three years. For those who purchased season tickets, we will refund the remaining matches. Additionally, three fan organizations have been identified as extreme organizations that seriously disrupted stadium order, and their members are permanently banned from the stadium. Millwall''s long-term goal is to ensure the safety andfort of our fans when attending matches. We wee fans who support us to cheer for us, but cannot ept any fans instigating trouble thatpromises the safety of others. Thank you, this concludes the press conference."


    After finishing, Aldrich took the document and turned to leave.


    The reporters raised their hands, calling out his name, hoping to ask more questions.


    Once it became clear that Aldrich wasn''t going to turn back, the reporters exchanged nces, their expressions a mix of disbelief and shock.


    "Is he serious?"


    "Aldrich really is going head-to-head with the fans!"


    "Isn''t that essentially severing his financial support?"


    Fans entering the stadium mean money for Millwall.


    Aldrich thought through this matter thoroughly; he couldn''t be soft.


    Among the three extreme fan organizations, the most notorious was the Bushwhackers, who intentionally positioned themselves closest to the West Ham fans during the East London derby, waiting for an opportunity to sh.


    Aldrich believed these fans, who usually wouldn''t show up for every match, were merely using the fandom as a front for violence, and that most of Millwall''s supporters were influenced by these organized extreme groups, leading to escting violence.


    When caught in such a chaotic standoff, ordinarily rational people can easily get swept away by others around them. If someone instigates trouble, it can spread like wildfire, and if not extinguished quickly, it can escte uncontrobly.


    To resolve the issue, one must address the root cause. Mere condemnations without tangible consequences hold no authority.


    Members of the three extreme fan organizations faced bans from entering the stadium, and those individuals were now on Millwall''s cklist.


    As soon as Millwall announced their disciplinary decision that day, it immediately provoked a hostile reaction from the fans. Over a hundred supporters, led by members of the three extreme organizations, surrounded Aldrich''s apartment, unfurling banners and shouting for Aldrich toe out and exin himself.


    Inside his home, Aldrich listened to music and read,pletely unconcerned with the chaos outside.


    That evening, in the back row of a cinema in London, Andrew sat watching a boring romantic film. The audience was sparse, mainly couples seated in dark corners, lost in their own world.


    Before long, a middle-aged man dressed in a coat and hat sat down beside Andrew and whispered, "Mr. Hall, what did you want to meet me for? If you''re looking to plead for those extreme fans, I''m afraid I can''t help you."


    Keeping his eyes on the big screen, Andrew calmly replied, "Director Trande, you are mistaken. I''m not here to plead on their behalf. There''s a box under my seat containing documents with the names and details of certain individuals. My brother wants the London Police to maintain better order in East London, so let''s try to turn these people into model citizens. If they can''t do that, then please act ording to thew. London''s detention centers or prisons are running out of space, and the Hall family can contribute funds to build a new prison for the sake of social stability."


    Trande was momentarily taken aback, and after hesitating, he began to put on an official tone, "We will, of course, do our job correctly."


    "Good. Please don''t disappoint us; we hope to see a stable and peaceful East London. This movie isn''t bad, but it''s a bit too titudinous for my taste��I can''t continue watching. Goodbye."


    Andrew stood up, putting on his trench coat, hands in his pockets, and quietly left.


    Trande bent down to find the briefcase underneath the seat. When he opened it, he was taken aback.


    Inside the box was one hundred thousand pounds, with some documents pressed beneath the money.


    Bang.


    Trande quickly shut the box, quickly nced around to ensure no one had seen him, and nobody would catch him epting a bribe.


    After a brief internal struggle, Trande grabbed the box and stealthily left the cinema through a different exit.


    Taking other people''s money to do their bidding wasn''t illegal; the Hall family merely encouraged Trande to perform his duties better.

 Chapter 142: The Dejected Benitez

    <h4>Chapter 142: The Dejected Benitez</h4>


    The Football Association quickly issued its disciplinary decisions aimed at decisively tackling the issue. Aldrich, Jansen, and Craig were each suspended for two matches.


    Southgate was shown a direct red card and suspended for three games, along with an additional four-match penalty, totaling seven matches. Dorr was also issued a direct red card, receiving a three-match suspension plus an additional six-match penalty, amounting to nine matches.


    Additionally, the management at Millwall Stadium was fined ��180,000 for failing to control the crowd in the stands. The incident rapidly escted into one of thergest fan riots in the Premier League since its establishment in 1992. The FA subsequently released another statement addressing the shes between the fans of both teams, which resulted in injuries to police officers. During a stoppage of over 15 minutes, mounted police were even seen charging onto the pitch.


    The FA was determined to crack down on football hooliganism. Millwall and West Ham United had long been breeding grounds for such behavior, providing the FA with a perfect opportunity to enforce strict measures. Rumors circted that an unpublished list included over 400 fans, with those caught on camera shing with police facing lifetime bans. This would effectively mean they would be barred from attending any matches organized by the FA for life.


    Fans who engaged in violent behavior would also face prosecution.


    Despite Aldrich and his two assistant referees showing disrespect towards the officiating, the FA only suspended him for two matches, likely due to Millwall''s cooperation inbating hooliganism, which prompted the FA to take a lenient approach.


    Regardless, as the Premier League neared its championship finale, imposing harsh penalties on Millwall might be perceived as favoritism towards Manchester United or Newcastle United, potentially inciting greater discontent among the Lions'' supporters.


    In the eye of the storm, referee Barry Knight was ced under the FA''s protection and demoted to officiate in lower leagues. Even if he were to return to the Premier League in the future, it was unlikely he would referee at Millwall''s ground again.


    Ennd''s suspension rules significantly differ from those of other European leagues; in Ennd, yer suspensions apply to domestic matches rather than being divided into league and cuppetitions. This meant that Aldrich wouldn''t miss Millwall''s uing FA Cup Fourth Round match against Newcastle United.


    Newcastle had just lost to Liverpool in the league, narrowing the gap with Manchester United and Millwall to just one game.


    Despite Aldrich''s absence, a key yer''s injury, and the captain''s suspension, Kevin Keegan chose to field a squad primarily made up of substitutes at home against Aston Vi, preparing for thest five matches of the league.


    Meanwhile, with the yers'' frustration continuing to build, Aldrich decided to rece Southgate with Elkhra and Neil with Zambrotta, encouraging his team to y freely at St James'' Park.


    Aldrich watched as Millwall defeated Newcastle 2-1, advancing to the semifinal of the FA Cup, with FA officials apanying him.


    Kevin Keegan didn''t mind losing in the FA Cup; in fact, he felt somewhat relieved. Millwall would face Manchester United in the semifinals, and this would benefit Newcastle''s performance in the remaining five league matches.


    However, on the way back from victory, Aldrich disyed no signs of joy.


    Reaching the semifinals didn''t mean winning the cup, and there was nothing to celebrate.


    With the European Championship due to ur on home soil during the summer, Ennd held high hopes for the national team to clinch the title. To allow yers ample preparation time and ensure the facilities were ready for top teams, the English leagues would conclude in early May��more than a month earlier than during odd-numbered years. This resulted in an especially tight schedule for April.


    May 3rd marked the final matchday of the Premier League.


    This meant Millwall had four Premier League matches and one FA Cup semifinal left within the month.


    Upon returning to London, Aldrich granted the yers a day off. For the weekend''s league match against Aston Vi, he nned to field a reserve team, preserving the starters for the uing FA Cup semifinal against Manchester United.


    Back at home, Aldrich found himself sitting on the couch, seemingly unable to think of anything, especially considering Neil''s severe injury and the crowd troubles.


    Ding-dong.


    The doorbell rang.


    Aldrich stood up to open the door, greeted by a man who looked even more exhausted and downcast than he felt.


    The man was slightly overweight, about the same height as Aldrich, dressed in a shirt and casual pants. His head shone with grease, showing signs of balding.


    "Rafa?"


    Aldrich was surprised to see this evening visitor.


    He never expected to find this man at his doorstep; their next encounter seemed destined to happen on a Premier League pitch, one in a blue jersey and the other in red.


    The man at the door was 36-year-old Rafael Benitez. His hair was thinning, and he nced into the living room, appearing somewhat fatigued.


    "Are you not going to let me in for a chat?" he asked. Aldrich raised an eyebrow, stepped aside, and said, "Come in, make yourselffortable. What would you like to drink? Coffee, tea, or water?"


    "Got any wine?" Benitez replied, his demeanor reflecting a hint of gloom. Once he sat down, Aldrich fetched two bottles of beer��one for each of them.


    Benitez looked at the beer in his hand and couldn''t help but chuckle bitterly, "Aren''t you supposed to be a rich kid? When did you start inviting me for beer?" Aldrich, not in the mood for casual conversation, replied, "If you''re looking for something better, check the kitchen. There''s a wine cab next to the fridge with some red wine. You''re not still working for Bosque, are you?" During his years in Spain, Aldrich hadn''t met many big names, but he did be acquainted with Benitez, who was coaching Real Madrid''s B team at the time, and they clicked due to their mutual respect for tactics.


    Benitez leaned back on the sofa, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, and softly said, "Haven''t you seen the news? Bosque was only the acting coach for two months; I''m no longer with Real Madrid."


    "What team are you coaching now?" Aldrich inquired. He knew that Benitez would eventually coach Valencia and Liverpool, but he had no idea where he was at that moment. Before returning to London in 1994, Benitez had been impressive with the Real Madrid B team.


    Benitez sighed heavily, "Vadolid hired me, but I ended up getting fired." "Wasn''t the team performing well?" Aldrich asked. "No, it was terrible. Halfway through the season, we''re at the bottom of La Liga." Benitez took another swig of beer, clearly trying to drown his sorrows.


    Aldrich, resting his chin on his hand, asked, "So you''re unemployed now? No prospects?"


    Benitez replied, "I''ve received offers from several teams in the Segunda Divisi��n."


    "Oh, so you''re just on holiday in London? nning to return to Spain in the summer to take over a team?"


    Benitez suddenly sat up straight and fixed Aldrich with a sharp gaze that made him feel a little ufortable.


    "I have a question I can''t wrap my head around."


    "What question?"


    "Aldrich, in terms of tactics, I don''t think I''m inferior to you. I should have the advantage in terms of age and experience, but why are you so sessful while my team is a mess? I even feel like the yers I''m coaching are worse than those at Real Madrid B; they don''t seem to grasp what I''m asking them to do. Getting them to execute my tactics is harder than getting a cow to fly. Yet Millwall operates very smoothly as a team and doesn''t rely too much on individual ability. How do you execute your tactics so effectively? Is it just because you have a group of obedient young yers?"


    Aldrich chuckled after hearing this, reclining on the sofa with a sip of his beer.


    "What''s so funny?"


    "Nothing. I just think you''ve taken a hit, psychologically. But once you calm down, maybe you''ll find the reason yourself."


    "Come on, just tell me."


    Benitez stared at Aldrich with keen, intense eyes.


    Aldrich asked indifferently, "How many years were you at Real Madrid?"


    "As a yer or as a coach?"


    "As a coach."


    "Eight years."


    "Yeah, you coached there for eight years, starting with U19 all the way through to the B team. Many yers there know you and respect you; they listen to whatever you say. You understand the yers'' characteristics, so building a team is no problem. Of course, they can implement your tactical ideas. That''s why your B team has good results in the Segunda. But when you go to a new team, who will listen to you? They already have their style. I bet that when you attempt sweeping reforms, whether or not the yers can adapt to your tactics, during tough times, they''ll revert to their usual style. This inevitably leads to conflicts between you and the yers. The team''s performance is predictable."


    Benitez''s eyes widened, "Are you following La Liga?"


    Aldrich shrugged, "Not really, I don''t have time for that. What does La Liga mean to me? Oh, I''ll watch the El Cl��sico, but besides that, I''m not interested."


    Benitez rubbed his thinning hair and sighed deeply, "What you''re saying makes basic sense. I just don''t understand��if the yers implemented my tactical ideas, I know their abilities are limited, but they should at least avoid relegation, yet we''re at the bottom. I''m doing this for their good."


    "I think you''re too idealistic. Let me put it this way: the most advanced tactics aren''t necessarily suitable for every team. Top teams can execute the best tactics while lower-league teams may not. Some teams can only y down the nks, while others can only counterattack, and some can only y long balls. You can''t impose an advanced tactical system on every team; often, that backfires. The best synergyes from the right tacticsbined with suitable yers, and tactics are often dictated by the yers. You must adjust your tactics to fit the yers rather than trying to mold most yers to fit a set of tactics. Of course, unless there''s no pressure to score and you have absolute authority in the team�� but even then, cooperation from the yers is essential."


    Aldrich''s casual remarks enlightened Benitez, who fell into deep thought, his previously furrowed brow slowly easing.

 Chapter 143: The Big Teams Have Also Lost Matches.

    <h4>Chapter 143: The Big Teams Have Also Lost Matches.</h4>


    Benitez drowned his sorrows in beer, drinking without getting drunk. It felt half-hearted, as if he werementing but also speaking from the heart. He sighed, "I really envy you."


    Aldrich crossed his legs and replied, "What''s there to envy? Coaching a team is like walking on thin ice for me, always on edge."


    "Tell me about your team-building process. After I got fired, I watched a month''s worth of game footage at home, trying to figure out where I went wrong, but I couldn''t find a convincing answer."


    In coaching, those who have the potential to be excellent head coaches often possess a deep-seated tenacity and unwillingness to back down.


    Aldrich stood up to grab a few more beers and ced them on the coffee table, looking wistful as he said, "The only advantage I have over you is that when I took over the team, I had the authority topletely rebuild it. At that time, Millwall was a strong contender in League One, ranking in the top six, with plenty of capable yers, but I had to let them all go because they wouldn''t listen to me, and their ying mentality couldn''t be changed overnight. So, I cleared out the team and went to buy the yers I wanted, or rather, the best yers I could afford."


    Benitez raised a hand to interrupt, confused. "What do you mean? I''ve watched Millwall''s games live; your yers are great. Aren''t they what you wanted?"


    Aldrich shook his head. "No, I can only say they were the best I could choose under limited conditions. Look at my team''s yers; where do you think they came from? Larsson was signed from the Nethends, Trezeguet came from Argentina, Schneider was from a team in the second division of Germany, Nedved hailed from Eastern Europe, and Stam was picked up from a weak Dutch team. In my starting lineup, I spent almost ??10 million on Thuram, Southgate, Makelele, and Pires, plus Larsson. Two years ago, everyone at Fleet Street wasughing at me for being a foolish spendthrift! But I wanted to recruit Ajax''s main yers, to pick up stars from Italian teams, to snatch rising stars from Ligue 1. Not to mention whether the clubs would sell them, how many yers would be willing toe to Millwall? If it hadn''t been for the relegation release uses I included in the contracts with many yers, they probably wouldn''t havee at all! Initially, they were just here to make a quick buck! I offered them wages that were several times, even tens of times their previous earnings."


    Benitez was a bit bewildered, asking hesitantly, "But clearly, you gained in the end. How much is Larsson worth now? What about Nedved?"


    Aldrich shook his head with a wry smile. "You can''t think of it that way. Let me give you a simple example: in 1992, how much did George Weah transfer for to Paris Saint-Germain? $5 million. In 1994, how much did I spend on Thuram? ??3 million! Weah ys as a forward, while Thuram is a defender. If the roles were reversed, you''d probably think I had lost my mind! I spent over ??1 million on Pires; do you think the owner of the club at that time felt like I was ripping them off? I also spent over ??2 million on Makelele, and back then, he was just a right-back."


    Benitez stared nkly, realizing that, in this era, the price of attacking yers clearly outstripped that of defenders. Even in defense-heavy Italy, defenders barely closed the gap with attacking yers.


    "In the summer of 1996, how much did Zidane transfer to Juventus for? ?3 million. At that time, the euro didn''t exist, so it was a conversion from exchange rates. But that amount also depends on the yer''s contract duration."


    Although Ligue 1 had a higher status in European football nowpared toter, it wasn''t quite at the center of European football.


    The difficulties Aldrich faced in signing yers were evident. He brought in a few key yers for high wages and prices, and the rest were talents unearthed from second or even third-tier European leagues.


    Benitez realized, saying, "So, it would make building your team easier."


    Aldrich snickered, waving him off as he got up to head upstairs. Benitez set down his beer and followed him.


    On the second floor, there was a room Aldrich used specifically for analyzing his team. The shelves were filled with tapes of games and training sessions.


    He pointed to a row of tapes on the shelf and said, "Once you watch all of Millwall''s games fromst season in order, and then this season''s games in order, you''ll understand how I built my team."


    Benitez was very interested in the tapes. He sat down on a single sofa, began to y the tapes, and without hesitation, picked up a notebook and pen from the office desk, writing notes as he watched.


    The footagested over 90 minutes; at times he fast-forwarded, while at others, he slowed down the yback, with Aldrich apanying him.


    In thete hours, after Benitez finished watching the first ten games ofst season, he turned to Aldrich and said, "Your team''s tactics were too simplistic at the start, weren''t they?"


    Aldrich shrugged. "What do you think? Do you think I could just buy yers and expect them to be perfect right off the bat? These yers arrived as a disjointed group. You have to water them, mix them; you have to shape the castle you want step by step. Sand doesn''t turn into a sandcastle on its own."


    At that moment, Benitez understood what Aldrich meant by being on thin ice.


    The team initially needed a shaping process, and there was also a sequencing issue: should it start with offense or defense? There is no absolute good or bad in prioritizing one over the other, but both require patience and skill. Aldrich simply chose to start with defense. Some coaches may choose to focus on attacking first, bulldozing through, and gradually improve defense along the way, eventually achieving a bnce between attack and defense; both paths can lead to the same goal.


    Aldrich''s team was young, and the heavy blow of failure was hard to bear, so he could only start with defense.


    "I''m going to bed."


    Aldrich said his goodbye and turned to leave. Benitez nodded and continued watching the tapes. For coaches who delve into tactics, once they start studying game footage, it often leads them into a frenzied state where they lose track of time. They only stop when mentally exhausted and their minds go nk. Benitez was now in an excited state, wanting to uncover the secrets to Millwall''s sess, so evente at night, he had no intention of resting.


    Aldrich thought Benitez was just on vacation and had work to attend to, so if he neglected his guest, so be it; he simply needed to go to sleep.


    The next day, when Aldrich left, Benitez was still sprawled out on the sofa in the workspace, fast asleep. Aldrich ignored him and returned to the team to oversee training.


    The club had also issued fines to the hooligan fans, which made the rtionship between Millwall and its supporters quite tense over the preceding days.


    Fans split into two factions: one dominated by extreme supporters staging protests, while the other rallied under Brady''s Lions'' Roar. They held up banners outside the training ground.


    One banner read, "Aldrich, you''ve let us down!"


    The opposing banner dered, "Always support the Lions!"


    At first nce, they seemed mismatched and not in direct conflict, but Aldrich was the club''s owner, and the Lions'' Roar''s derations served to cheer Aldrich on.


    The atmosphere outside the training ground distracted the yers, as the noise was quite bothersome.


    In the following days, the extreme fans from East London were taken away by police for questioning. Before the weekend league matches, the opposition''s voices grew quieter, as many of their leaders had ended up in custody.


    The Den was packed to capacity. Millwall''s ground was already small, but as the team''s fame surged, the stands filled uppletely, making it impossible for neutral fans to get tickets.


    In the penultimate round of the league, Millwall hosted Aston Vi.


    This marked the third encounter between the two teams this season.


    They had already faced each other once in the league and once in the League Cup Final, with Millwall''s record standing at one win and one draw.


    Aldrich sat in the box with his father to watch the game, with Benitez appearing alongside him to spectate.


    When Aldrich heard thementator announce Aston Vi''s lineup and formation on the TV in the box, he felt a wave of frustration wash over him.


    "Initially, the n was to field the substitute yers for this match, but yesterday the entire team in the locker room unanimously requested to send in the first team. The yers were all eager for the league title, and faced with such a strong collective determination, Aldrich had no choice but topromise."


    Aston Vi was currently fifth in the Premier League. Traditionally, they needed to break into the top four to have a shot at Europeanpetition next season. However, with the FA Cup semifinal lineup set, besides Manchester United and Millwall, the other match was between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest. Unless Nottingham Forest managed to finally lift the cup, it would be the top four teams earning a spot in the UEFA Cup, making it crucial for the fifth-ced team to earn a ce in the Europa League.


    The hope for entering the top four was slim, as the leaders were Newcastle, Manchester United, Millwall, and Liverpool, who kept the three trailing teams at bay. Liverpool also maintained a six-point gap from the teams behind them, hence thepetition for fifth ce was quite fierce.


    In addition to fifth-ce Aston Vi, there were Arsenal, Everton, ckburn, Spurs, and Nottingham Forest, all closely matched, with the smallest gap being equal points and thergest being four points. With five rounds left in the league, any of them could im the fifth spot.


    Because of this brutal environment where every point was of utmost importance, Brian Little set up a 5-3-2 defensive formation during the League Cup Final and today, he went even further with a 5-4-1 formation at the Den.


    It was clear: he just wanted one point!


    The match devolved into a half-field exercise in attack and defense, with Millwall struggling to prate Aston Vi''s solid wall, especially as the opponents bolstered their midfield.


    Benitez watched Millwall''s failing attacks and turned to Aldrich, saying, "The opponent''s formation should be 5-1-3-1. To be more precise, it''s actually 1-4-1-3-1."


    Aldrich nodded; Aston Vi was clearly intent on securing a draw.


    Aside from Simicast, ying as the withdrawn center-back, midfielder Tyler was also acting simrly as a pseudo center-back behind the trio of midfielders, though he was just an industrious defensive mid. With three midfielders already focused on defense, Aston Vi''s defense became a fortress with solid double protection inside and out.


    Millwall''s attacks flowed smoothly only on the periphery, but once they reached the danger zone, they were swallowed up by the dense defense.


    "How to break through?"


    "Only luck can help now. Millwall''s tactical framework has struggled against dense defenses this season. The nks are strong, but the middle is a bit weak. Next season, I''ll make the nks and middle equally strong."


    Aldrich sighed; it was indeed an issue with the tactical system. Just like Arsenal''s 5-3-2 setup would likely end in a drab 0-0 against a packed defense.


    With Millwall''s 4-4-2 formation, the nks were formidable, but they only relied on Nedved in the center, putting him in an impossible situation, as the opposition marked him closely and he had little space to operate.


    Ultimately, the match ended in a scoreless draw.


    Throughout the game, Aston Vi had zero shots on target, while Millwall managed seventeen shots with only five on target.


    Both Aston Vi and Millwall walked away with a point.


    It was initially thought that Millwall''s title hopes had been dashed, but news from elsewhere was hard to believe.


    Newcastle drew their match against Leeds, and Manchester United lost to Southampton away.


    Millwall still maintained a three-point gap behind Newcastle, but drew level on points with Manchester United, climbing to second in the standings thanks to a better goal difference.

 Chapter 144: The Final Push

    <h4>Chapter 144: The Final Push</h4>


    What was initially a disappointing draw turned into a triumphant celebration for Millwall on Fleet Street after the match.


    What was the headline in The Sun?


    "The Treble is Within Reach: Millwall is Set to Create the Biggest Miracle in English Football History!"


    Other media outlets also analyzed Millwall''s championship prospects, dering them the top contenders for the title!


    The reason was simple. With only four league matches remaining, Millwall had the best goal difference. If they won theirst four matches, they would undoubtedly lift the Premier League trophy!


    Currently, Millwall was tied with Manchester United, but with a seven-goal advantage in goal difference.


    They trailed league leaders Newcastle United by three points but had a thirteen-goal advantage over them!


    Yes, theoretically, as long as Millwall won theirst four league matches, they would be crowned Premier League champions unless Manchester United managed to score eight more goals than them in addition to winning every game.


    In the penultimate round of the league, Millwall would face Newcastle United away. Winning that match would level them on points with Newcastle, allowing them to climb to the top of the table.


    Aldrich painfully realized that the yers seemed to believe they were destined to win the Premier League title.


    What a miracle this could be!


    A promoted team winning the championship, potentially securing the FA Cup, along with the already-won League Cup.


    The Triple Crown!


    Aldrich''sck of experience was showing.


    He didn''t know how to make the right choices at this critical moment.


    Psychologically, he wanted his team to remain calm and to treat thest four matches with a sense of normalcy, as that would allow them to perform better. But he couldn''t say that directly to the yers; it would undoubtedly dampen their spirits.


    He could only motivate the team.


    Cup matches are single-elimination; the trophy was right there waiting. Win it, and it''s yours.


    But the league was different. Not only did they need to win, but they also had to keep an eye on theirpetitors. Though this was somewhat meaningless, people easily get distracted.


    Right now, Millwall had a better goal difference than Manchester United, but who could guarantee that United wouldn''t go on a scoring spree in theirst four matches?


    Old Trafford''s King Cantona had been on a scoring tear since February, helping his team. Everyone knew he was trying to make a return to the French national team for another international tournament at the age of thirty, racing against time to catch thest train to the European Cup. That determination made his performances simply unbelievable.


    The dilemma Aldrich faced was a choice. The FA Cup had reached the semifinals��win those two matches, and the trophy would be theirs. With four league matches remaining, they also had a great shot at the league title.


    Other than boosting the team''s morale, he couldn''t give any biased instructions to the yers.


    They would take the matches one at a time.


    After the league concluded, Aldrich received a call from Andrew. Sky Sports had invited him to a talk show. Aldrich thought it over and decided to participate, hoping that through the interview, he could subtly remind the team and warn the outside world: The league isn''t over; Millwall is nothing special. Don''t just hand us the championship trophy; you''re only ttering us!


    Sky Sports typically featured football legends for interviews, discussing insights on English matches and analyzing game prospects. The recent episodes had mostly focused on the national team, especially with the European Cup approaching on home soil.


    That evening, the host was ast-minute recement. Aldrich recognized him: Jason Ferguson, who worked for Sky Sports.


    It was clear why Sky Sports hired Jason. He was Ferguson''s favored son. First, they could get thetest news about Manchester United straight from him. Second, his special status allowed for insightfulmentary. Jason knew his father well; whenever United yed, he was often seen in the Sky Sports studio. He was quick to notice when Ferguson became angry or pleased, and when the momentum of the match shifted, Jason would ensure the camera was on Ferguson at just the right moment.


    Before going on the show, they bumped into each other in the hallway.


    "Long time no see, Aldrich."


    Jason Ferguson politely extended his hand to Aldrich.


    They might meet only once or twice a year, usually at some gatherings; their rtionship was more of a nodding acquaintance. However, since he had a good rtionship with Andrew, Aldrich greeted him warmly and shook his hand.


    "I might ask some embarrassing questionster."


    Jason prepped Aldrich, realizing he didn''t need to offend Aldrich since he was navigating his social circles in London behind Andrew.


    That was what the job required; many talk shows in Europe and the U.S. thrived on improvisation, often leading guests to embarrassing or ufortable moments for higher ratings.


    The more a guest got riled up or acted out, the more entertaining it was.


    Aldrich understood all of this and nodded.


    When the show began, Jason walked to the front. The stage was set up like a living room, featuring two single armchairs with arge screen in the background. Jason stood in the center, teasingly introducing today''s guest.


    "He''s a twenty-year-old football coach."


    "He has a handsome appearance."


    "He''s also a supporter of charitable causes."


    "The team he leads has given headaches to all the Premier League coaches."


    "Who is he?"


    The audience shouted in unison: "Aldrich Hall!"


    At this moment, Aldrich stepped onto the stage amidst cheers and apuse, smiling as he shook hands with Jason before taking a seat on the sofa.


    Jason began by ying a video on therge screen.


    The video was a montage, ranging from Aldrich''s first match as a coach to the recent East London derby. Itsted nearly ten minutes, showcasing countless clips of Aldrich either managing from the sidelines or volunteering in various capacities.


    As the video concluded, apuse erupted in the venue.


    "I really envy you, Aldrich. At least you''ve be one of the most popr stars among girls in the coaching world."


    Laughter filled the audience. Aldrich raised an eyebrow, shing a wry smile.


    Jason retained his grin and said, "Next, we''ll discuss some topics about you. Can you promise to speak the truth?"


    Aldrich shot back, "Is this a courtroom? Do I need to swear on the Constitution?"


    Laughter erupted again.


    "Of course not, but I, along with everyone here, want to hear the truth from you, not the bullshit."


    Aldrich nodded seriously, "Okay, if I''m willing to say it, then it''s true. But for questions I don''t want to answer, I''ll remain silent."


    "Alright, first question: Which team will be the Premier League champion this season?"


    Aldrich blurted out, "I don''t know."


    "Why didn''t your answer include Millwall?"


    "Because I''m a pragmatic coach. Compared to us, Newcastle and Manchester United are at an advantage. Newcastle could afford to make mistakes. Even if Manchester United won all their matches, Newcastle could secure the title with three wins and one draw."


    "What about Millwall?"


    "I think many fans fail to realize a fact: Millwall''sst four league matches are all tough battles. In the next round, we''ll face Chelsea, which is a derby against a fierce rival. Then we have Leeds, who are battling relegation��they''ve already managed to stumble Newcastle. After that, we go away to face Newcastle, and finally, we''ll have another London derby against QPR. Although the opponent is QPR, it''s still a London derby, and it will be tough, especially if they still have relegation hopes in thest round. That will make the match very unpredictable. Manchester United and Newcastle have an easier schedule than we do, so Millwall is not a title contender."


    Jason shed a knowing smile and said, "No one doubts that this season''s Premier League champion wille from Newcastle, Millwall, or Manchester United, but the attitudes of the three coaches are quite surprising. Kevin Keegan asserts that Newcastle will clinch the trophy without a doubt. Alex Ferguson doubts Newcastle''s championship caliber and suggests that the finalpetition is between Manchester United and Millwall. Yet you, Aldrich Hall, im that Millwall is not a contender. I think all three coaches are lying. What do you think?"


    ...


    "Why did Beckham and Neville return early to Manchesterst season?"


    "I don''t want to talk about that."


    "If you could sign both of them, would you refuse?"


    "No, I wouldn''t. They are excellent yers with great talent."


    To this day, the media still spectes about what happened at Millwallst year that led to Beckham and Neville ending their loan and returning early to Manchester United.


    Perhaps the truth will emerge only in the distant future when someone involved writes their autobiography.


    "Are you satisfied with your team?"


    "That''s too vague a question. I can only judge based on the yers'' performances. If they perform well, I''m satisfied; if they underperform, I''ll criticize them. But being satisfied doesn''t mean I stop pushing for improvement. Take Trezeguet, for example; he''s a talented forward, one of the future world-ss strikers, but he isn''t there yet. So, when he performs well, I''ll praise him, but during training, I won''t allow him a minute to ck off. If I rx my standards for him, it would actually be harmful."


    ...


    "Let''s talk about the East London derby. As the club owner, why did you take that stance? I believe other coaches would protect the fans."


    "I appreciate the fans, but it''s crucial to distinguish between two different groups: one is the fans, and the other is the football hooligans."


    "Are you saying there are football hooligans among Millwall fans? Have you considered the consequences of this statement?"


    "I tend to favor rationality, so I don''t want to lie. As the outside criticism goes, there are football hooligans in the stands at Millwall! This is absolutely different from the devoted fans who always support us. Football hooligans don''t care about the game; for the most part, they are failures in life, harboring resentment and anger, seeking chaos, or are just thrill-seekers whoe to the stadium looking for an opportunity to stir trouble and fight. After the two East London derbies this season, the focus is often on the poorly behaved supporters of both Millwall and West Ham. I think that''s unfair; most real fans are unfairly med for the actions of the hooligans. ording to the London police investigation reports I''ve seen, in the aftermath of the riots, many of the main participants weren''t even fans of Millwall or West Ham. They received calls the day before the match and came to East London just to fight. It''s no secret; the public knows that football hooligans have connections between them; they show up wherever there''s trouble. Not only does this create a negative image, but it also puts genuine Millwall fans at risk. Therefore, I believe the real culprits are the hooligans, and both the Millwall club and its fans are victims."


    As Aldrich finished his statement, the room fell silent.


    "Talking about the topic of football hooliganism is a weighty issue, but as the owner and coach of Millwall, he must confront it directly.


    Should he grandiosely protect the fans?


    What action should he take the next time trouble arises?


    Should he continue to protect them?"


    Jason, somewhat taken aback, asked, "So how will you resolve this issue?"


    "I believe this is not just about what I can do, but rather a collective effort from the FA, the police, the clubs, and the fans. Ultimately, football is part of life in Ennd; the behavior of yers and fans on the pitch and in the stands reflects our society''s current state. Why is East Londonbeled as the cradle of football hooliganism? And why did Chelsea have an extreme racist fan group twenty years ago that has now disappeared? At the heart of it, these are societal issues; hooligans aren''t born. Moreover, I hope the public can give Millwall more respect. The overwhelming majority of our fans sincerely support the club; each weekend, theye to the stadium to support the team, which has be a vital part of their lives. Don''tbel every Millwall fan as a hooligan; that''s a misunderstanding and ack of respect. The club has banned certain hooligans and some extreme fan groups from entering for what? For the safety of the stands. I want every Millwall fan, when they be parents, to bring their children to the stadium safely and happily to support us. That way, our club has a future��and this applies to every stadium across Ennd."


    ...


    With the airing of this episode of Sky Sports, Aldrich''s banners began to disappear from the Millwall training ground, while the club''s supporters increased significantly. Fans from the surrounding counties in Southeast London formed supporter groups and made their first appearance at the FA Cup semi-final, publicly supporting Millwall.

 Chapter 145: A Crucial Encounter

    <h4>Chapter 145: A Crucial Encounter ??</h4>


    Millwall faced Manchester United for the third time this season, kicking off at the Den.


    With both teams reaching the semi-finals, they had no reason to hold back strategically.


    Aldrich opted to field his strongest lineup, and Manchester United did the same.


    However, with both teamsgging behind Newcastle United in the league, their approach to the match was bound to change.


    Ferguson clearly didn''t want to expend too much energy in the FA Cup, especially since Manchester United was ying away. They started the game somewhat cautiously, trying to control the pace and seeking opportunities for counterattacks to secure a victory.


    Aldrich''s team had hopes of winning both the FA Cup and the league, relying on sheer willpower to push through their third consecutive match.


    Thus, Millwall came out swinging right from the start.


    Aldrich paced nervously along the sidelines; with the season progressing to this point, there was no turning back, no time to rest.


    He realized he had been somewhat naive in the past. Teamspeting on multiple fronts, whether coaches or yers, often found themselves in a bind. Letting go of any line ofpetition felt like a loss, so they could only fight desperately in every game, often ending up with nothing in the end, leaving difficult-to-exin gaps in reasoning.


    At this moment, they had to seize the momentum.


    Manchester United still retained their kingly demeanor, and Aldrich could see no signs of panic in their yers. He was tempted to walk up to Ferguson and ask, "How do you keep your yers so calm at this crucial moment?"


    Indeed, the Millwall yers were starting to lose theirposure, nearly veering into madness.


    They no longer resembled roaring lions, but rather a pack of frenzied wolves.


    They sprinted relentlessly, ying offense with quick passes, and as exciting as it was, it increased the match''s tempo to an unimaginable level.


    Bruce was still on the field today, with Millwall focusing their attacks on his side.


    Studying opponents meant going after their weaknesses, and with United''s center-backs being Palister and Bruce, it was clear who Millwall would target.


    "Manchester United is trying to control the pace of the match, but they''re getting dizzy from Millwall''s relentless pressing. They are now frantically defending, and Cantona isn''t seeing the ball at all. Mak��l��l��''s marking is spot on, and the duel between the two Frenchmen has be one of the highlights of the match."


    Once again, Millwall sessfully thwarted a Manchester United attack. Cole and Cantona found no room to operate on the front line, mainly due to United''s midfielders leaning more toward defense, showing a clearck of creativity on the attacking front.


    Even though Keane was a robust all-round yer, most of his energy went into defense; as they transitioned to attack, Nedved would quickly mp down on him, restricting his offensive contributions.


    Pires received the ball and passed toward the center, and the dropping back Larsen controlled it, leaving it in ce before darting in. This instinctively drew Palister to follow him, only to be stunned to find the ball right ahead, with Bruce rushing up to clear it. But Pires got there first, deftly flicking the ball past Bruce, and Trezeguet timed his run perfectly to receive it inside the box.


    Typically, Trezeguet, known for his shooting prowess, wouldn''t hesitate to shoot from that position. But today, Palister was marked closely, and just as Trezeguet feigned a shot, Palister''s sliding tackle aimed to block his shooting space. However, Trezeguet was merely faking it; he kept control of the ball, and Manchester United''s goal yawning wide open.


    Schmeichel rushed out, and Trezeguet passed towards the goal. Larsen surged forward for a sliding shot, and the ball hit the.


    "Millwall scores! Pires initiated a wonderful attack; this season we''ve seen Trezeguet''s tremendous improvement in his ball control. The recent movements and feints that assisted Larsen show just how increasingly threatening he has be inside the box. Larsen has alreadyted 38 goals across allpetitions this season; although he stillgs behind Shearer by five goals in the Premier League scoring chart, his performance in his debut of the league has been nothing short of exceptional."


    Ferguson closed his eyes and frowned upon seeing the goal conceded, his face souring.


    In the first round of the season, Millwall had scored five times against Manchester United, prompting Ferguson to realize that Bruce could not meet United''s standards anymore. So he started to employ David May as a center-back. In the second half of the season, United''s striking performance was partly due to the budding partnership between David May and Palister. If it weren''t for the need to conserve energy for the league, he probably wouldn''t have started Bruce in this semi-final��especially considering David May was injury-prone, and Ferguson wanted to protect him better.


    After the disappointment of conceding, Ferguson shot a nce at Aldrich, wondering: was the FA Cup more important than the league?


    Aldrich felt helpless; he couldn''t tell the young yers, "Hey, let''s conserve some energy for the league title."


    What if they ended up empty-handed on both fronts?


    This burden fell upon Aldrich, but he couldn''t let it be too obvious, for such an obvious failure would be hard for the yers to bear, and he worried it might create a rift between him and his team.


    All he could do was trust and encourage his yers, rather than let them feel discouraged.


    Today''s Millwall yers were leaving it all on the field.


    Especially in defense, the forwards and the two wingers��Pires and Schneider��were backtracking deep into the half, not just marking their opponents but also engaging in midfield scrimmages with Larsen and Trezeguet joining them in the defensive efforts.


    Whenunching attacks, they rushed forward together.


    Just before half-time, Thuram unexpectedly made a run forward and unleashed a long-range shot that again breached Schmeichel''s goal.


    Millwall returned to the dressing room with a 2-0 lead.


    Aldrich was thest to step into the locker room, where he saw his yers gasping for breath and soaking in sweat, clearly very fatigued.


    Over the past month, they had yed three games��two league matches and one FA Cup sh against Newcastle United��today making it the fourth match.


    But they didn''t want to stop; they didn''t want to be rotated out; they just wanted to keep pushing toward the championship.


    The fighting spirit disyed by the yers forced Aldrich to abandon his original ns for rotations.


    He worried that if they were switched out and dropped points in the league, what would the rotated starters think?


    "Boss, if we''re winning on the field, we shouldn''t lose the title."


    And what kind of pressure would the rotated young yers feel? The responsibility of failure could crush their mental defenses.


    After weighing his options, Aldrich had no choice but to let the starters fight on.


    The physiotherapists were massaging the yers'' muscles, and they wore serious expressions, some even covertly signaling to Aldrich.


    The yers were in a fervent state mentally, but their physical condition was dangerously close to the limit.


    They couldn''t afford to keep pushing like this; otherwise, the risk of cramping or even worse injuries would loomrge.


    Aldrich scribbled on the tactical board, advising the yers to y more intelligently in the second half, exercising control and not rushing in too much to avoid being countered by Manchester United.


    The yers paid close attention to his words.


    In reality, Aldrich was lying.


    A two-goal lead wasn''t secure at all; if Millwall could another before Manchester United''s all-out counterattack in the second half, United would lose focus and shift their thoughts to the league.


    But he couldn''t risk having his yers charging forward and risking injury like that.


    In the second half, Aldridge reced Schneider and Vieira came on. This substitution was aimed at strengthening the control of the midfield and defense. "


    "Unexpectedly for Aldrich, Manchester United took off Cantona in favor of Scholes, given that the legendary yer was already thirty, and with the uing busy league fixtures, United would rely on his significant contributions."


    Aldrich reced Larsen and Pires around ten minutes into the second half, bringing on Solskj?r and Shevchenko in their ces.


    The second half turned into a fierce midfield battle, with Keane and Batty shing with Nedved and Vieira; both sides matched equally. But Manchester United''s midfield organization struggled to prate into the attacking third and had to rely on the wings. If Giggs and Beckham were effectively marked, Manchester''s offense becamepletely impotent.


    Aldrich maintained a calm expression on the sidelines, praying that his yers wouldn''t get injured while also scrutinizing Manchester United''s tactical system.


    "Ferguson was still in search of the right attacking configuration for Manchester United. Following the departure of Paul Ince, he continuously experimented with midfield setups. This season''s pairing of Butt and Keane was more defensive in nature. It wasn''t until he found the right bnce with Keane and Scholes��one defending and one attacking��that the midfield issue was resolved. Coupled with the rise of their wing yers, Manchester United finally had the capability topete for the Champions League title instead of merely being a pseudo-strong team that struggled to make it out of the group stage."


    This FA Cup semi-final concluded with Millwall triumphing 2-0 over Manchester United.


    Post-match, Ferguson didn''t rush back to Manchester; instead, he had a small gathering with Aldrich in the office.


    Inevitably, they discussed the title race in the Premier League. It was hard to tell whether Ferguson was sincere or being duplicitous, but he earnestly told Aldrich, "If Manchester United can''t win the title, then I hope it''s Millwall that eventually lifts the trophy."


    Clearly, there was some selfishness on Ferguson''s part; he had a feud with Keegan, and after months of verbal sparring, if Kevin Keegan actually clinched the title, Ferguson would lose face.


    Aldrich didn''t gloat or make any guarantees; he simply said, "Let''s see what happens in the next month."


    He couldn''t be optimistic. The main yers needed rest, but he couldn''t afford to rotate them easily, which made each game unpredictably precarious rather than simply reflecting apparent strength.


    Before leaving, Ferguson set down his ss and shook his head, saying, "Aldrich, this wine is terrible. Next time I''ll bring you a few bottles to keep here so you can offer it to me when we meet, saving me from having to drink this dreadful stuff out of politeness."


    Aldrich shrugged nonchntly and replied, "Sure, bring me a few cases if you want."


    "Come on, name a price for Stam, Solskjaer, and Nedved."


    Aldrich nearly blurted out a string of expletives at him.


    What? Here he goes again, trying to poach my yers!


    Aldrich raised his hands in surrender, saying, "Not for sale."


    Ferguson shook his head, "If Manchester United genuinely goes after these three, can Millwall really hold on to them?"


    Aldrich fell silent.


    Ferguson regretted his decision from half a season back. Before the season began, he had offered to acquire Larsen or Trezeguet from Millwall, believing that if he had promised them a starting position, at least one of them would be wearing the red devil''s shirt by now. However, he had ced too much hope in Andy Cole, whose performance this season had been abysmal; as of today, he had scored fewer goals than he had in thetter half ofst season, with only ten goals. Last season, Cole had scored twelve in eighteen appearances for Manchester United.


    "Ferguson stated, ''Millwall has a wealth of choices at center-back. Even without Stam, you still have that Spanish guy and the Italian fellow who''s been performing well, not to mention Richards.


    Nedved is crucial to Millwall, and I''m ready to make you an offer that you''ll definitely like.


    As for Solskjaer, keeping him there is a total waste; you''re not even giving him a shot! Why does that Ukrainian kid get more chances? Perhaps it''s tactical, but I really believe Solskjaer is being wasted in your setup; you''re not giving him any opportunities, and I believe he could y a key role at United.''"


    Aldrich chuckled wryly.


    Old man, I''ve never doubted the kid''s ability; it''s just that you don''t know the explosive power that the Ukrainian dynamo unleashes when he gets going.


    "I''ll speak to all three of them and get back to you with an answer."


    Aldrich raised his hand to say goodbye.


    As Ferguson mentioned, Millwall had plenty of reserves for center-backs, and if United really intended to poach, they would go for well-trained and excellent ones. The ss of ''92 had begun taking center stage, and Ferguson was no longer patient enough to slowly develop new talent, for the cost of failure was harsh. Manchester United''s defense urgently needed top-notch yers ready for battle, making Stam the prime choice.


    With the season far from over, Aldrich not only faced immense pressure but also a cascade of worries; which head coach wouldn''t be bothered by attempts to poach their main yers?

 Chapter 146: Gratitude and Goodbyes

    <h4>Chapter 146: Gratitude and Goodbyes</h4>


    <i>Millwall has advanced to the FA Cup final, where they will meet the Reds, Liverpool, at Wembley. </i>


    <i>After the match, Fleet Street continued its adoration for Millwall, praise so thick that Aldrich felt a bit lightheaded from it all. </i>


    <i>With only three days of rest after the game, Millwall was set to face Chelsea at Stamford Bridge for yet another London derby. </i>


    <i>Aldrich did his best to give the yers some time off, allowing the key yers to rest for two days before returning for a brief training session the day before the match. </i>


    <i>During this time, he asked Andrew to convey Manchester United''s interest in signing Solskjaer, Stam, and Nedved. </i>


    <i>The feedback left Aldrich feeling miserable.</i>


    <i>Aside from Nedved, who firmly stated he had no interest in leaving East London, both Stam and Solskjaer said they needed to think about it. </i>


    <i>On the morning before the match, Aldrich supervised the training session. During the lunch break, Stam took the initiative to enter his office. </i>


    <i>The two sat across from each other at the desk, and Stam''s opening line left Aldrich feeling uneasy. </i>


    <i>Stam spoke sincerely, expressing his gratitude to Aldrich. </i>


    <i>In his two years in Ennd, he had made rapid progress. After adapting to the pace of English footballst season, he had been performing exceptionally well on the defensive line this season. </i>


    <i>As for his previous club? </i>


    <i>Before joining Millwall, he had yed for a team in the Eredivisie. While Millwall had risen from the lower leagues to the Premier League, his old club had been relegated from the Dutch top tier. </i>


    <i>Perhaps he thought if he had stayed at his old team, they might not have suffered relegation. But now, looking back at his achievements and improvement, it was clear that he would not have reached this level if he had remained in his old environment. </i>


    <i>His words sounded almost like a farewell promation. </i>


    <i>Aldrich didn''t want to let him go. </i>


    <i>"Japp, how do you see our team''spetitiveness?" </i>


    <i>Stam blurted out, "One of the best teams in Ennd."</i>


    <i>Aldrich nodded and said, "But we''ve only won one League Cup trophy." </i>


    <i>Stam paused for a moment before saying earnestly, "Boss, I understand what you mean and I know you want to keep me here. I truly appreciate it. To be honest, my time at Millwall has been the most important part of my career. You taught me the value of team defending and always gave me confidence. Even when I performed poorly, you never doubted me but patiently helped me through my struggles. I''ve improved so much here, and I want to repay you and give back to Millwall. I also want to let everyone know that if I leave here, it will be with honor. Boss, if we can''t win the league title this season, we will definitely do it next season. So, I''ll be leaving as a champion, okay?"</i>


    <i>Upon hearing Stam''s words, Aldrich found himself unable to object, so he gently nodded in agreement.</i>


    <i>What he meant was clear: if Millwall could reach the pinnacle of the Premier League this season, then Stam would leave in the summer. If they failed, they would have another season to try, and he would leave next year. </i>


    <i>In the event that Millwall does not win the Premier League next season, they would likewise forfeit their ability to retain him, as it would be evident that the team has not advanced further.</i>


    <i>While stars from the 70s may not have had the chance to be overnight millionaires like those from the 80s and 90s, they exhibit many qualities that are often missing inter generations of yers. Stam, for instance, understands the value of being grateful rather than simply burning bridges and being resolute in leaving for a transfer.</i>


    <i>Parting amicably seemed best. </i>


    <i>Many people might not understand why Stam would want to leave even if Millwall were champions. </i>


    <i>It''s simply because Millwallcks the legacy of a big club. </i>


    <i>Just a few years ago, Leeds United was the league champion before the Premier League''s inception, ckburn clinched the titlest season, and Nottingham Forest and Aston Vi reached the pinnacle of Europe within thest decade. Yet, time has passed, and not many fans see these clubs as particrly noteworthy anymore. </i>


    <i>For a true giant, winning a title or two is not enough to propel an ordinary team into the elite. They need sustained sess to build recognition and influence��especially with a broad spectrum of well-known stars; one or two isn''t enough. </i>


    <i>Manchester United is different. </i>


    <i>The legacy of the club, along with the spirit instilled by Busby, is more than just titles; it''s a determination to rise against adversity. This legacy is not something that can bepared to mere titles. How many famous yers have made their mark in Manchester United''s history? Even casual fans could rattle off a long list of names. Millwall''s historical achievements are toockluster to instantly transform this grassroots team into something extraordinary just because they won a title. </i>


    <i>Especially this season��Manchester United is still vying for titles despite undergoing a transition. If Millwall has been steadily advancing to this point, Manchester United has wed its way back from the abyss. </i>


    <i>That champion mentality, that Red Devils spirit, is something Millwallcks. </i>


    <i>Especially during this final stretch of the title race, Aldrich himself felt somewhat at a loss; he was merely putting on a brave face. As for the yers? It seemed like they were in a constant state of heightened tension, always prepared to unleash their fury upon their opponents the moment the referee blew the whistle. </i>


    <i>Is this good? </i>


    <i>No, it clearly shows the immaturity of the team, ack of bnce in their mindset when faced with big moments. </i>


    <i>But Aldrich had never encountered such a problem before. He was familiarizing himself with the situation and exploring ways to cope, eventually realizing that it was simply a matter of practice making perfect, not something that could be solved just by talking. </i>


    <i>Last season, ckburn also copsed in the final stretch, while Manchester United missed their chance for a turnaround��this is a problem of mental fortitude, a young team''s price to pay. </i>


    <i>Aftering to a conclusion with Stam, Aldrich returned home after dinner that night when Solskjaer knocked on his door. </i>


    <i>The baby-faced striker maintained silence at first as the two sat in the living room, their gazes wandering for about five minutes. </i>


    <i>Finally, Aldrich broke the silence, calmly asking, "Ole, you want to go to Manchester United, right?" </i>


    <i>Solskjaer looked down slightly and replied quietly, "Not necessarily, Boss. I''ve been a substitute for the past two years. I believe I have the ability to y a starting role, whether as a winger or a forward. But it seems youck confidence in my ability to be a starter." </i>


    <i>Aldrich initiated the conversation but then sank into silence, holding his teacup on the sofa. </i>


    <i>Unlike Vieira, Back, Van Nistelrooy, and others who were still under twenty, Solskjaer was already twenty-three. </i>


    <i>Moreover, he had keenly observed Aldrich making changes to the team''s tactical system in training over the past month. </i>


    <i>In the future, Millwall would adopt a three-forward formation. </i>


    <i>While this sounds like more forwards, in practice, Larsson would y on the wing, Trezeguet would still be the center forward, and Pires would also be a winger. The former wide midfielder Schneider would be shifted to a fullback role. </i>


    <i>If that were the case, Solskjaer might still fight for a spot. </i>


    <i>But he noticed that Aldrich had high hopes for Shevchenko. </i>


    <i>Coaches, after all, are only human; can they treat all yers equally? </i>


    <i>It''s practically impossible. </i>


    <i>It''s not about personal rtionships, but rather it''s in the trainingbinations, team allocations, how much you remind yers, and what the coaching staff requires. </i>


    <i>And Shevchenko''s improvement over thest six months has been evident, particrly integrating into the tactical system, boosting his physical fitness, and enhancing his individual skills. Aldrich often let Shevchenko y in the second half of the season to adjust to the Premier League''s pace, even if just for ten or twenty minutes; the primary goal was to let him take the field without pressure, even if he missed an opportunity or performed poorly��it was simply about adjusting his mindset. </i>


    <i>This led Solskjaer to feel that his ranking among the forwards was slipping. It was only natural for him to hesitate over a transfer to Manchester United. </i>


    <i>In truth, by expressing these thoughts, he was subtly signaling to Aldrich: "Boss, if you give me a starting spot, I won''t leave!" </i>


    <i>Aldrich had brought him from Northern Europe to Ennd, essentially taking him from a desert to an oasis��he felt a deep sense of gratitude. But he was already twenty-three; he felt he could no longer wait on the bench for his chance. </i>


    <i>Moreover, if he had to be a substitute, it was better to do so at Old Trafford than sitting on the bench at the Lion''s Den, right? </i>


    <i>Aldrich had no secrets about Ferguson''s message; it was a sign of respect for the yer. Andrew had informed Solskjaer that Ferguson mentioned a starting position. </i>


    <i>Starting at Manchester United versus remaining a substitute at Millwall. </i>


    <i>What''s there topare? </i>


    <i>Was there any need to hesitate? </i>


    <i>Yet Solskjaer hesitated; he still wanted to stay, provided he secured a starting spot. </i>


    <i>After a prolonged period of contemtion, Aldrich raised his head, fixing his gaze on Solskjaer and asked, "Ole, if I agree to let you go to Manchester United, will you hate me?" </i>


    <i>Solskjaer understood the answer; a smile broke out on his baby face as he shook his head, saying, "No, boss. I only feel gratitude and admiration for you. Besides, you''re just making the right decision. I don''t think I''m necessarily better than Robert, Henrik, or David; they''ve earned their starting positions justly. But I want to start in every match." </i>


    <i>Aldrich stood up and moved closer, embracing him. He whispered in Solskjaer''s ear, "Ole, you''re a top yer. I''ve never lied to you. I told you when we first met that you would be one of the best. I don''t want to let you go, but I can''t let you waste away on the bench. Go to Manchester United, walk into Old Trafford with your head held high, tell everyone your name, and create your own legacy. I will always bless you, and if one day you want toe back, you''ll always be wee." </i>


    <i>Tears streamed down Solskjaer''s face as he nodded vigorously, eventually leaving Aldrich''s home with misty eyes. As he walked down the dimly lit street, he suddenly turned back to look at Aldrich''s house, choking back tears as he said, "Boss, I wish I could stay here forever." </i>


    <i>Aldrich felt a deep sense of loss, sitting on the floor with moist eyes. </i>


    <i>Solskjaer, the super-sub. </i>


    <i>Under Ferguson, he had only yed as a starter for four seasons. </i>


    <i>But Aldrich couldn''t tell him this, as that would seem self-serving. </i>


    <i>Moreover, if he stayed at Millwall, he might not even secure four seasons as a starter. </i>


    <i>ying for Manchester United was far more prestigious than merely serving the underdog, and Aldrich didn''t believe Solskjaer''s decision was wrong. </i>


    <i>In fact, he felt he had let Solskjaer down. </i>


    <i>"Aldrich, why didn''t you persuade him to stay? Let himpete with the others. I think he''s really good." </i>


    <i>Benitez stood on the stairs, looking somewhat puzzled. </i>


    <i>Aldrich shook his head, having nothing to say. </i>


    <i>Benitez didn''t understand the talent pool at Millwall''s forward lineup. </i>


    <i>Van Nistelrooy, Toni, Phillips, Ronaldinho, Glenn Shire, Shevchenko, Larsson, Trezeguet, Pires, Vi, Joe Cole.</i>

 Chapter 147: Uncontrollable Millwall.

    <h4>Chapter 147: Uncontroble Millwall.</h4>


    Millwall, despite trailing Newcastle United by three points, has be a strong contender for the Premier League title. The Daily Mail has dedicated arge section to analyzing Millwall''s advantages, highlighting that the team has indeed developed the qualities of champions.


    Out of 34 matches, Millwall only lost once away to Nottingham Forest, underscoring their stability. With the fewest goals conceded in the league (26), their offensive prowess is also noteworthy, even if their total goals scored aren''t the highest. However, their goal difference reflects the bnce of solid defense and effective offense.


    After securing the League Cup, Millwall disyed a more dominant presence on the pitch, gaining momentum that forced most opponents to adopt a defensive strategy.


    Starting in April, Millwall faced a punishing schedule with matches every few days, ying more games than Newcastle and Manchester United without much rotation of yers.


    Aldrichined about the timing, thinking that if the Euro ''96 hadn''t taken ce in Ennd, the Premier League fixtures wouldn''t have be so congested at the end of the season.


    As Millwall arrived at Stamford Bridge, they were met with a chorus of boos and jeers. Chelsea continued to be the unremarkable team they had been, with championship aspirations feeling like a pipe dream and no hope of European qualification. With enough points secured for relegation safety four rounds early, they seemed to be waiting for the end of the season.


    However, today''s match was a London derby, and given the fierce rivalry between the two teams, Chelsea''s owner, Bates, had issued strict orders: take down the Lions!


    Not that Bates believed his team was necessarily required to win; he acknowledged the undeniable strength of Millwall, but he hoped Chelsea couldnd a blow to their title ambitions. As long as Millwall dropped points this round, it would significantly impact their championship hopes.


    For Chelsea, this was the only way to chase something meaningful��after all, it''s only natural to derive pleasure from seeing a rival struggle.


    Bates hadn''t invited Arthur to Stamford Bridge, but Arthur showed up enthusiastically anyway, even taking a seat next to Bates in the stands, leading to an obligatory exchange of pleasantries.


    Their conversation amounted to little more than insults and taunts, barely resembling anything dignified.


    "Bates, how about you give the champions a goodugh?"


    "Why don''t you get your three kids to act fucking stupid for your entertainment?"


    "What''d you think if I just smashed your face in right here?"


    "Think you can even waddle out of Stamford Bridge after that?"


    "Wanna give it a shot?"


    "Give it a shot? You''d better watch your back, you bastard! If you mess with me, I''ll bring a whole crew!"


    "Just smile, would you? No need to act all jumpy like I''m about to rape you."


    ...


    Despite the difference in team strength, the match became heated due to various factors. Commentators Martin Tyler and Andy Gray kept an eye on the scores of other matches, particrly the one between Manchester United and Newcastle United.


    Chelsea set out with a defensive counter-attack strategy, realizing that if they couldn''t steal all three points, guarding at least one point would be enough for Millwall to face defeat.


    Aldrich ignored the jeers from the crowd behind him, feeling far from happy. The yers entered the match with the ferocity of tigers, ready to attack and overpower their opponents.


    During the pre-game preparations, Aldrich''s words had seemingly fallen on deaf ears. It wasn''t that the yers outright defied his instructions; once they stepped onto the field, the lure of the Premier League trophy filled their minds, and they were determined to give it their all.


    The atmosphere on the field was thick with tension as Millwall yers executed their quick passing game with precision, forcing Chelsea to either defend valiantly ormit fouls.


    Today, Ruud Gullit, the footballing legend, wasn''t in the starting lineup��his fitness andbative spirit were no longer suitable for this intense contest.


    In fact, the team''s spirit leader and core yer hadn''t be Gullit, but rather a homegrown yer, Dennis Wise.


    This bad boy became the main character of the day!


    Why was he the "bad boy"?


    Just look at his actions��within three minutes of the match, he kicked Nedved down. The referee whistled, seemingly about to show a card, but Wise made the ridiculous gesture of helping Nedved up with a smile, patting down his jersey with an almost apologetic demeanor. The referee noticed that Nedved didn''t seem significantly harmed and opted for just a warning for Wise.


    Seeing this, Aldrich shook his head in silent frustration.


    Nedved was too good of a sport.


    When a yer fouls him, he would get up as soon as possible, wasting no time on the ground.


    Aldrich hadn''t expected a dramatic performance from Nedved, but with this kind of yer, referees often wouldn''t step in to protect them.


    This yed right into Wise''s hands, as he had the talent to act innocent aftermitting a foul. Unlike others, such as Keane or Jones, who would go straight through fouls without a care, Wise would immediately take on a pose of regret, offering a friendly handshake after roughing someone up.


    Ironically, he was also a shorter yer, not particrly strong-looking, which made his aggressive fouls seem less damaging.


    Understanding his background makes it clear how he developed these skills.


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    After Wise kicked Nedved down for the third time, Aldrich kicked a water bottle in frustration along the sideline, shouting at the fourth official, "Are you guys seriously just going to wait until one of my yers breaks a leg before you act?"


    The referee couldn''t stand it anymore and handed Wise a yellow card. Wise feigned innocence while shaking his head vigorously, iming the penalty was unfair.


    He even gestured to the referee, saying, "Look at that Czech yer! He can run and jump, and his speed hasn''t slowed down at all. My foul may look aggressive, but in reality, it didn''t harm him at all!"


    The referee ignored Wise''s protests, and the match continued.


    By halftime, Chelsea had racked up five yellow cards but managed to keep the score level as they headed into the locker rooms.


    During the halftime break, Aldrich noticed a heavy atmosphere in the changing room.


    Everyone wanted the championship and understood they needed to win every match, and as a result, they were all tense.


    Aldrich didn''t focus on tactics but instead asked the physiotherapists to help the yers rx their muscles. What he really wanted to shout at his yers was: "Stay calm!"


    But he knew nothing he said would matter.


    The day before the match, he had spent over an hour discussing preparations.


    Now, the yers seemed consumed by the desire for victory, fixating on the trophy and nothing else.


    Thisser focus was throwing their formations out of bnce. If Chelsea had been stronger, Millwall would have been easily countered.


    The physiotherapist helped Nedved remove his socks and shin guards, revealing a considerable swelling and visible bruising on his right leg.


    Aldrich approached Nedved with furrowed brows, filled with concern.


    Nedved took a sip of water and confidently said, "Boss, I''m fine."


    Aldrich surveyed his other yers and asked, "How does everyone feel physically?"


    Their sweat-soaked, exhausted faces revealed resolute determination, as they all chimed, "We''re good."


    Aldrich knew they were lying, but at this point, pushing hard to substitute anyone would only stir up disagreements.


    When the yers stepped out for the second half, Aldrich sat down, and Jenssen leaned over to him, worried. "I feel like the team is losing control! Look at ude; he charged right through midfield as soon as he came on. They''re so eager to score that they''re just piling up attackers!"


    Aldrich shook his head but said nothing.


    This team was no longer the one fromst season''s Championship that needed Aldrich to constantly remind them of the tactics.


    The tactical approach had matured significantly, and the confidence built up over time gave them the autonomy to y.


    It was like a character from a martial arts novel; a previously unremarkable figure suddenly masters a legendary skill, believing they could dominate the martial world.


    This was a necessary phase. They had grown their wings and felt they could soar freely, unaware that a mature team requires not just outstanding yers, but also excellent leadership.


    At this crucial stage, Aldrich feared conflicts with the yers. He could only stay silent and allow those who thought they could earn the championship by simply fighting hard to do as they wished. Reasoning with them would get him nowhere.


    In the second half, Dennis Wise drew a second yellow card for another foul in the 53rd minute and was sent off. Hodler on the sidelinesined to the fourth official while Aldrich remained impassive.


    With Millwall now having an extra man, they only managed to score in the 80th minute of the second half.


    The scene filled Aldrich with a slight sense of despair.


    It was utter chaos!


    Yes, the yers had lost their rationale in the pursuit of victory, furiously trying to cross from the wings, taking desperate shots at goal as they piled forward; Stam, Thuram, and Zambrotta pushed deep into Chelsea''s box, leaving only Elguerra to guard the backline.


    The goal came from a scuffle, a shot deflected in the thick of the action.


    Thuram took a shot from outside the box, which ricocheted off someone''s leg inside the crowded penalty area and rolled in front of the goal, where Trezeguet swiftly poked it into Chelsea''s.


    With that unimpressive, chaotic goal, Millwall eked out a win in the midst of pandemonium.


    Meanwhile, both Manchester United and Newcastle United secured their victories, leaving the title race unchanged.


    Aldrich outwardly praised his team''s performance, iming this victory was hard-earned by Millwall, with each yer delivering a top-tier performance.


    Deep down, he wanted to scold the team bitterly but couldn''t.


    Aside from that chaotic, lucky goal, Millwall''s overall disy was disastrous��there was a significant imbnce between attack and defense. Their attack seemed potent, but they had been unable to convert their chances.


    If these yers couldn''t maintainposure on the big stage, Aldrich found it hard to ce his hopes on them.


    Had Chelsea managed to score first, they could have caused a mental copse for Millwall.


    But irrespective of everything, luck was on Millwall''s side, and this allowed the exhausted yers to return on the bus with great cheer.


    As involved parties, they failed to realize their performance had already lost itsmanding edge over the match.


    After a two-day break, Millwall would train for a day before facing yet another tough match, this time at home against Leeds United.


    With their loss in thest round, Leeds now faced relegation danger, making every single point crucial for them in these final three rounds of the league.

 Chapter 148: The Thirst for Championship Glory.

    <h4>Chapter 148: The Thirst for Championship Glory.</h4>


    Winning the London derby against Chelsea, Milwall secured three valuable points, regardless of how the match unfolded, which kept the media singing their praises. The yers of Milwall lived in London and saw the headlines celebrating their achievements every day. These glowing reports made them feel on top of the world.


    Victory, praise, and the championship seemed within reach.


    They didn''t have to worry about what other teams were doing; all they needed to do was win theirst three matches, and the league title would be 90% theirs.


    However, they overlooked their physical limits.


    For an average person, engaging in intense physical activity for just one day will inevitably lead to significant fatigue and muscle soreness the next day. In contrast, well-trained yers,peting weekly, can generally recover more quickly than the fatigue they incur.


    A brief surge in effort followed by proper rest usually helps them bounce back. However, this month''s relentless back-to-back matches have made recovery difficult; despite Aldrich''s efforts to grant them time off, the yers followed instructions and rested at home, but their bodies stillgged behind in coping with the rising levels of fatigue.


    A week earlier, multiple warnings from the medical team had been ced before Aldrich.


    But he had no choice but to shove the medical reports deep in a drawer.


    The youngds were eager for the league title, and Aldrich shared that desire.


    Conversely, the weight of potentially losing the championship felt too heavy for him to bear.


    If his rotation decisions led to failure in the title chase, a cascade of negative consequences could ensue, potentially tearing apart a team already filled with several star yers.


    In the past, he had unified the yers into a cohesive team. He had been the leader. Now, thebined will of the yers began to undermine his authority. They believed they could achieve the championship based on their own ideas. In a way, Aldrich felt himself being held hostage by the yers'' collective will, and at this critical moment, he couldn''t afford to take any actions that would shatter that resolve; otherwise, whether they won or lost, he would be the one under fire.


    Was this situation rare?


    Not at all. Many exceptionally talented teams falter and copse because their managers cannot withstand the will of the yers.


    This is especially true for teams with big stars or those that could be described as "ball hogs."


    Milwall had no ball hogs, but it was a fact that Aldrich didn''t dare to offend his yers, even if he was the boss, because he feared that all his hard work over the past two years could go to waste.


    Leeds United was not a team to take lightly. Although they had fallen to their lowest point in years��having been the champions of the top league four years ago��yet they were clinging to Premier League survival, demonstrating incredible tenacity.


    As the roar of the championship echoed around Lion''s Den, both teams took to the field.


    Aldrich did not greet Leeds United''s manager, Wilkinson, because during their first-half encounter, when Milwall visited End Road, they were subjected to the racist abuse of Leeds fans. In the aftermath of that match, when condemnation came pouring in, Wilkinson had tried to excuse the behavior of Leeds'' supporters, which created irreparable rifts between him and Aldrich.


    Milwall and West Ham United''s football hooligans were notoriously infamous, while Leeds was known for having the most pronounced racism in the Premier League.


    Aldrich has deep respect for Wilkinson, who not only rescued Leeds United from the doldrums and took them to the heights of league champions but also built a remarkable youth training system. His achievements stand alongside those of Shankly at Liverpool and Busby at Manchester United. Regrettably, newer generations have not sought to maintain and promote his legacy. It is curious that the public seems to overlook such noteworthy aplishments, instead fixating on the story of how he sold Cantona to Manchester United. At that moment, Ferguson was only looking to acquire another yer from Leeds, but Wilkinson''s unexpected suggestion to also sell Cantona left Fergusonpletely astonished.


    Standing on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, Aldrich was feeling anxious, thoughts racing through his mind.


    He feared both yer injuries and the psychological repercussions of their current state, yet he also yearned for that championship trophy. How could he not desire such a miracle?


    Moreover, with the season still not finished, Solskj?r had already decided to transfer, and Stam''s fate hung in the bnce. Aldrich was filled with turmoil.


    As the match began, Aldrich observed the yers'' movements and lowered his head, managing a self-deprecating smile.


    It seemed they had disregarded his words once again.


    Today, he had made an exception and gone over tactics in the locker room, even reiterating the key points to the yers at least five times the day before.


    Leeds wanted to stay up!


    They wouldn''t be content with just a point!


    If they patiently controlled the game, opportunities would surely present themselves!


    Yet, right after the kickoff, the Milwall yers dashed forward like unbridled horses, eager to overwhelm their opponents, exactly like the previous match.


    Perhaps they thought: "Boss, they need points to survive, but we want the championship!"


    Pire''s shot from outside the box was feeble and easily collected by the opposing goalkeeper, and soon a familiar scene unfolded, but this time the visitors yed the lead role.


    The goalkeeper threw the ball out, and it swiftly moved forward through a series of quick passes. Leeds yers charged towards Milwall''s half like they were racing.


    Makelele''s foul dyed the attack, but the referee ignored it because the attacking side retained possession of the ball.


    The Milwall yers who had aggressively pressed at the start of the game were noticeably slower to recover.


    They had gritted their teeth to reach this point, but their stamina had already hit its limit. In the early minutes of the match, most yers'' movements revealed their fatigue.


    Moreover, they had be ustomed to overwhelming their opponents in previous matches. Faced with Leeds'' swift counterattack today, they found themselves flustered.


    Leeds United, leveraging four yers'' intricate movement upfront, effortlessly tore through Milwall''s defense with a numerical advantage during a rapid counterattack.


    When the ball hit the back of the, the Milwall yers stood stunned, while the fans in the stands fell silent, shocked.


    We conceded a goal?!


    "Wow! Leeds have scored first! This is an unexpected start! Just two minutes into the game, Milwall finds themselves behind! But that''s alright; there''s plenty of time left. For a team like Milwall, which has a solid attacking strategy, they shouldn''t fear conceding!"


    Under normal circumstances, Aldrich wouldn''t fear conceding a goal, but seeing the yers'' tense expressions today made him feel anything but confident.


    He gestured with both hands downward, trying to calm the yers down.


    Conceding a goal wasn''t a big deal, and since it happened so early in the match, it could actually be beneficial. They had plenty of time to adjust; there was no need to panic.


    There is plenty of time to catch up, so there''s no need to panic. However, his gesture doesn''t serve much purpose; the yers are already too focused on achieving victory, as they have made it this far solely driven by their relentless willpower for sess.


    After the restart, Milwall attacked with more ferocity and indeed demonstrated some effective y, but their impulsive mentality caused their final attacking sequence to lose power dramatically.


    Consequently, defensive yers pushed up to assist in the attack.


    As the match progressed, their formation became increasingly aggressive.


    In the thirty-second minute of the first half, Leeds United unleashed a swift and effective counterattack again, leaving Milwall''s already unbnced formation severely wounded.


    The goal was breached for the second time.


    Lion''s Den fell into a deep silence; even the traveling Leeds fans appeared to be in disbelief.


    It was too hard to believe.


    A two-goal lead away from home?!


    At that moment, Milwall''s yers truly faced a significant blow.


    Only then did their eyes involuntarily drift towards Aldrich on the sidelines.


    In this predicament, it seemed only Aldrich could guide them back on course.


    Aldrich turned his back to the yers and waved his arms towards the stands, signaling for the fans to rally behind the yers.


    The awakening Lions fans seemed to recover more quickly than the yers.


    Winning the league title was fantastic, but they would not disdain the team for failing to achieve it.


    A thunderous roar rose again from Lion''s Den.


    The name "Lions" echoed throughout the stadium, and rhythmic apuse sounded like a drumroll in support.


    At that moment, the yers on the field finally snapped to attention. They returned to their half and exchanged a few words before rearranging their formation after the restart without the earlier haphazardness.


    However, with Leeds leading by two goals, they could sit back and rx. All they had to do was hold their ground, and the three points would be theirs.


    At halftime, the score remained 0-2, with Milwall two goals down.


    Milwall''s remarkable streak of over 50 home games unbeaten in the league cup looked set to end today.


    Aldrich wasn''t too concerned about that record; it held no special significance. Home-field advantage wasn''t solely about winning or losing. While being unbeaten would certainly highlight that advantage, a few losses didn''t nullify the home-field edge entirely.


    In the locker room, Aldrich was thest to walk in. The yers were all waiting for him, their eyes eager, as if expecting to glean the secret to victory from his words.


    Instead of going to the tactical board, Aldrich spoke earnestly, "First, we need to ensure we stop conceding any more goals. Second, we have plenty of opportunities. Leeds'' defense isn''t imprable, but you''ve been a bit too anxious today. In the second half, my only requirement for you is to calmly observe the situation on the field before making your passes and runs. Make the right choice: whether to pass, dribble, or shoot. I believe you don''t need me to teach you that."


    The yers exchanged nces, their expressions revealing ack of confidence. Pire looked up and asked, "Boss, will that guarantee us a win?"


    Aldrich clenched his fists and dered, "I have faith in you! You can win! But remember, while passion is essential in football, so is rationality. You must exhibit courage and a fighting spirit, but equally, you should demonstrate your football intelligence."


    The yers nodded in unison.


    After the yers emerged for the second half, Jansen pulled Aldrich aside and asked, puzzled, "Why don''t you yell at them to wake up? If they had executed the tactics we set before the game, how could the match have turned out like this?"


    Aldrich shook his head and patted Jansen on the shoulder, saying, "Don''t forget, they''re still young. They''re just overly eager for victory and too confident in themselves. If I yelled at them now, it would only stir up conflict. The team doesn''t need that right now."


    "But that doesn''t mean we can overlook the coach''s tactical ns!"


    "Jansen, didn''t you ever feel young? There''s a saying you should ponder: ''If you aren''t reckless when young, what''s the point of being young?''"


    Aldrich bore no grudge against the yers; he found it all quite normal.


    He had been young once, rebellious, thinking he was the best just because he had some skill.


    The saying about harsh truths resonated most closely with the youth.


    Moreover, the hopes of winning the championship, the external praise, the continuous victories, the advantage of ying at home, that daunting unbeaten record, and the prestige brought by the league cup��all of these were overstimting the yers'' nerves in a short time.


    As long as they could still focus on the pitch, Aldrich felt a sense of gratitude, even if their energy wasn''t being directed in the right manner.


    What Aldrich cared about most was how to redirect the yers back onto the correct path; that was his primary concern.

 Chapter 149: Stepping Away from the Title Race

    <h4>Chapter 149: Stepping Away from the Title Race</h4>


    The immaturity of the team is often reflected in two aspects: one is theck of maturity in the tactical system, meaning the team''s offense and defense are chaotic; the other is the team''s mentality, whichcks stability andposure in crucial games.


    Today, Millwall exhibited both issues.


    It was the immaturity of their mentality that led to the copse of their tactical system.


    The team has trained in cooperative passing and running, focusing on quick, efficient one-touch football. Nevertheless, while striving for a fast tempo, it must also consider the yers'' ability to cope with that speed.


    For instance, if a pass is too long, yers can''t catch up; if a pass is too early, yers aren''t in position. This directly corrtes with the maturity of a team.


    Wanting to take out their opponents in one go, Millwall''s yers aimed for a crushing victory over Leeds United. They increased the speed of their passing, but the urge for quick ys often distracted them from thinking through their options, resulting in substandard passes.


    Thus, although it appeared that Millwall was relentlessly attacking in the first half, their offense was actually chaotic enough to make Aldrich feel his heart bleed.


    Seeking speed isn''t necessarily wrong, but there''s a saying: being half a step ahead is genius, while being a whole step ahead is madness.


    As long as Millwall can control their pace within a reasonable high speed that they can manage themselves while Leeds struggles to keep up, even missing by half a step, Millwall''s advantages will begin to show. However, aimlessly pursuing even more speed is akin to self-destruction.


    This isn''t a matter of technical ability; it''s a mentality issue.


    Aldrich didn''t chastise the team; instead, he continued encouraging them.


    As the second half began, Millwall seemed to revert to the state they had shown a few matches prior.


    Their offense and defense were bnced, and the yers no longer pursued a frantic pace. Instead, they adapted their tempo, alternating between fast and slow.


    Just as the team''s performance began to improve, disaster struck �� the very thing Aldrich had feared most.


    After receiving the ball, Pires attempted a sudden eleration to break through, but halfway through he kicked the ball out of y and gingerly walked toward the sidelines, touching his hamstring.


    Clearly, he had sustained an injury.


    It''s very easy to pull a muscle when making an explosive move while in a state of extreme fatigue.


    Aldrich called Shevchenko to warm up and offered words offort to Pires as he exited the field. Pires'' ability to walk on his own suggested that the injury wasn''t serious; if it had been, he would have been lying down in pain.


    He then called Turam and Schneider over to rify their offensive roles on the field.


    Originally, Schneider was supposed to have an inward cutting role in the offense, but given his poor performance against dense defending, Aldrich instructed him to focus only on crossing and linking up y, while Turam should press forward and stay near the penalty area, searching for long shot opportunities.


    This was a makeshift solution, not Aldrich''s ideal tactical execution; Schneider was often marked closely, and merely passing wouldn''t have the element of surprise.


    Shevchenko had little need for guidance when he came on. While he trained primarily as a right winger, tasked with support and making runs forward to score, it was ultimately necessary for him to y on the left. The principle remained the same: when Zambrotta surged forward, Shevchenko needed to break into the box to pose a threat.


    Once substitutions were made, Shevchenko quickly created a chance. Unlike Pires, he was adept at dribbling and cutting inside, catching the Leeds defense off guard with his movement.


    Schneider''s cross arrived at the far post, and Shevchenko expertly volleyed it, hitting the crossbar before the ball bounced back down.


    A huge sigh swept through the Lion''s Den stadium, followed by a burst of apuse.


    The inexperienced Shevchenko touched his face, feeling guilty as if he had let someone down. However, seeing no me in his teammates'' eyes, he let out a heavy breath and positioned himself to help defend.


    As time ticked away, news arrived from the match between Newcastle United and Manchester United: both teams were leading their opponents, with Manchester United already ahead by four goals against Nottingham Forest, seemingly certain of three points.


    Shevchenko''s relentless runs were putting immense pressure on the Leeds defense, causing Larsson to drop deeper to help Nedved relieve the attacking pressure.


    As the 74th minute arrived, Nedved yed the ball back to Mak��l��l��, who carried it over halfway and delivered a direct pass to Larsson in the right forward area.


    Before receiving the ball, Larsson had already been assessing the situation around him.


    Just as Aldrich reminded during halftime: stay calm!


    Schneider''s run to the byline pulled the fullback away, while Trezeguet drew defenders toward him in the box, and Shevchenko and Nedved''s forward runs forced Leeds yers to mark tightly.


    Apart from the defensive midfielder pressuring him, Larsson was not surrounded, and he felt grateful to Trezeguet; his partner really knew how to move, running in the opposite direction to pull the right-side center back away.


    When the ball was rolling toward him, Larsson unexpectedly raised his right foot, letting the ball roll past him as he turned and started to sprint forward. The ball slipped under his feet and outmaneuvered the midfielder chasing from behind. It was truly a clever feint! Larsson then faced the defensive line, advanced with the ball, and as Trezeguet cleared the right center-back, a gap opened in Leeds United''s defense. Larsson''s dribbling had put him in a prime position for a one-on-one with the goalkeeper.


    The goalkeeper nervously lowered his center of gravity, spreading his arms to increase his defensive area as defenders rushed toward Larsson.


    In that instant, Larsson yed the ball across to the left, and an unmarked Trezeguet tapped it into the empty!


    "Seventy-five minutes in, Millwall has finally scored! They''ve pulled one back, but they still need two goals to stay in the title race. With fifteen minutes remaining, can they do it? Oh, wait, wait, oh no! Trezeguet went to fetch the ball from the after scoring but twisted his ankle. It''s strange; Millwall yers keep getting injured without any contact today �� perhaps they''re just too exhausted."


    Trezeguet had been tense all match, but scoring brought a sense of relief. Unfortunately, in his eagerness to retrieve the ball, he rolled his ankle, a symptom of extreme fatigue causing his body and mind to be out of sync.


    The injury wasn''t severe, but he could no longer continue. Frustrated, he walked off the field, facing a concerned Nedved who approached him. He dejectedly replied, "Don''t worry about me; just tell the boss to make a substitution quickly. We still have time. The boss said we can win, and I believe we can!"


    Nedved patted his head tofort him, then sprinted back to the half.


    Aldrich reluctantly had to substitute Trezeguet for Solskj?r.


    Although the yer was set to leave in the summer, Aldrich still gave him the opportunity, as he felt he had a responsibility to treat these yers as friends in life. Solskj?r''s presence at the club meant he deserved fair treatment and a chance to y; Aldrich would not bury him on the bench just because of a transfer.


    Before Solskj?r came on, Aldrich carefullyid out some tactical instructions. Solskj?r listened attentively; even though he was leaving, he still regarded Aldrich''s words as invaluable advice he could carry with him.


    Leeds left two yers up front for counterattacks in the second half, but once the clock ticked past the 80th minute, they fully retreated, abandoning their hope for a counterattack. They only needed to prevent conceding further goals to secure three points at Lion''s Den.


    Upon entering the pitch, Solskj?r didn''t rece Trezeguet''s position. Instead, he worked with Larsson to create space, coordinating in tight quarters. After Solskj?r set up Turam for a long-range shot, Leeds'' defense immediately took notice, even though the shot went wide.


    The defense pushed higher to avoid giving yers like Nedved and Turam opportunities for long-range shots, while alsopressing the passing space for Larsson and Solskj?r.


    As the game reached the second minute of injury time, Thuram, having already taken three long shots, finally decided against another attempt. Instead, he expertly delivered a lobbed pass that sliced through to the left side of the penalty spot. The Leeds United defenders were taken aback; Larsson, Solskj?r, and Nedved lingered before them, with no one breaking forward. But the ball went sailing behind them��who would im it? Obviously, there was someone ready to take advantage.


    Shevchenko made a diagonal run from the left. His timing wasn''t perfect; he only started his run as he saw the balling, but Turam''s pass surprised Leeds United''s yers. They expected him to shoot again as their own defenders glued themselves to their marks.


    Out of the blue, Shevchenko burst into the box and linked up quickly with the right back Turam.


    The goalkeeper made a bold move, but Shevchenko was quicker, seizing the ball just before the opponent could jump. The goalkeeper''s reckless dive resulted in the ball bouncing away from his legs and rolling behind him. As hended, he reached out to drag down Shevchenko, who was sprinting past, ready to shoot.


    The explosive forward copsed inside the box, infuriating the Lion''s Den crowd, who stood and vociferously condemned the goalkeeper for his intentional foul!


    "Damn it!"


    If he hadn''t fouled, Shevchenko would''ve surely scored.


    Now they have to take a penalty, wasting a lot of time in the process.


    The referee blew the whistle to stop the game, sending off the Leeds United goalkeeper and awarding Millwall a penalty kick.


    Larsson stood at the penalty spot, fully aware of the significance of this shot.


    Fortunately, the opposing backup goalkeeper came on without even warming up.


    Despite the pressure, Larsson calmly slotted the ball into the lower right corner of the goal, as the opposing keeper dove the wrong way.


    Millwall had equalized!


    As soon as Larssonted the goal, he dashed to pick up the ball from the and ran back. The Millwall yers were quick and efficient, showing no inclination to waste time, while the Leeds United yers ambled slowly toward the center circle. Nedved called on the referee to pay attention to the time-wasting by the opponents, arguing that additional stoppage time should be allocated.


    The entire stadium rose to their feet.


    The previous three minutes of stoppage time had long psed.


    No one knew when the referee would finally blow the final whistle.


    Leeds kicked off, passing the ball backwards, but Millwall''s yers charged forward to pressure. The opposing defenders cleared the ball deep into Millwall''s half.


    That clearance packed a punch��high and slow��allowing the ball to fall just as the referee''s whistle pierced the air.


    The match was over.


    Leeds United, aiming to stay up, left Lion''s Den unscathed.


    In a strict sense, Millwall was the one that forced an equalizer against the visiting Leeds United in the dying moments of the match. After dropping two points in this round, Millwall now trails Manchester United by two points, who achieved an overwhelming 5-0 victory over Nottingham Forest, and five points behind Newcastle United, who narrowly defeated Southampton. With only two rounds left in the league, Millwall''s chances of winning the championship have be virtually nonexistent.

 Chapter 150: The Cost of Ambition

    <h4>Chapter 150: The Cost of Ambition</h4>


    After the game, the yers in the locker room didn''t bother to shower or change; even the injured Pires and Trezeguet sat in front of their lockers, their heads downcast, the atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.


    Everyone knew they had let the match slip away, and in doing so, they had bid farewell to their hopes of winning the league championship.


    Trailing Newcastle United by five points, with only two rounds left, even if they managed to beat Newcastle in their next match, it hardly seemed significant; it would only extend the inevitable to the final round.


    The yers felt utterly dejected. When Aldrich entered the locker room, there was no reaction from anyone.


    His expression mirrored theirs, heavy with pain. He walked a circle in the locker room and then stopped in the center, his voice grave as he said, "I''m sorry. I''ve let you down. My ambition for the league title clouded my judgment. I should have let you rest more to maintain your form and helped you face the matches with more rationality. This is all my fault; my series of victories has made me arrogant, and no opponent can be taken lightly. I should have realized that. Your performance this season deserves the league title, but I haven''t been able to bring the trophy to you."


    Aldrich''s words wereden with remorse, his self-me apparent.


    As he finished speaking, all the yers lifted their heads to look at him, expressions of shock on their faces.


    It wasn''t until they fell from the title race that they truly awakened.


    They stared at Aldrich, their eyes shimmering withplex emotions: guilt, regret, sadness...


    Thoughts naturally drifted to the rotation strategy Aldrich had implemented since the start of the season, which had ceased by the end of March.


    Was it the coach''s failure to rotate the squad, or was it the yers'' reluctance to be rotated?


    Deep down, they knew the answer better than anyone else.


    As Newcastle began to falter in the second half of the season, and as the points gap narrowed, a spark of ambition for the championship ignited within them.


    They wanted the title, so they naturally wanted to field their strongest lineup for every match. Several yers even approached Aldrich in the past month, insisting on continuing to y without breaks.


    Aldrich agreed to their requests.


    But they had overestimated their own bodies; trying to manage cup matches while fullymitting to the league took its toll. By the eighth match of an intense April schedule, fatigue finally showed its face.


    In this game, they painfully realized their desire to fight but found themselvescking the strength to do so. Sprinting felt arduous; by halftime, many yers were already gasping for breath.


    At that moment, countless memories flooded their minds. Aldrich asionally looked worried on the training ground, while his voice echoed in their ears, emphasizing during each pre-match briefing the need for calm andposure...


    Who let whom down?


    The usually perceptive coach had taken all the responsibility on himself.


    He resembled a father who indulges his misbehaving child; instead of scolding him harshly when the child wants freedom, the father shows patience and allows the child to run wild, only to bandage the child''s wounds when they inevitably fall and get hurt.


    Aldrich could choose to scream at them in frustration, but that would only incite rebellion, creating an irreparable rift between them.


    Tears shimmered in Schneider''s eyes as he stood up and approached Aldrich, softly saying, "Boss, I''m sorry."


    It was their failings that had cost them the championship, not Aldrich''s arrogance.


    Was he arrogant?


    Perhaps, but he had never shown it; his seriousness towards every match had never wavered based on the strength of the opponents.


    Aldrich smiled and said, "Bernd, you don''t need to apologize..."


    "Boss, I''m sorry."


    "Sorry."


    ...


    The yers rose on their own ord to surround Aldrich, their heads bowed in acknowledgment of their mistakes. Even if some were not well-educated, they understood the fundamental emotions of human rtionships.


    If Aldrich had been yelling at them to win back the championship title, in the face of what was now a seemingly vanished hope, they would indeed hold resentment.


    After all, someone had to take responsibility.


    But that wasn''t Aldrich''s style; he preferred to lift spirits after establishing the tone of a match rather than relying on hope alone to vanquish their foes.


    However, in the past month, the entire team seemed to have gone "mad," making Aldrich''s "rity" feel fragile and powerless.


    It was likest year when Aldrich could yell at Beckham, not simply because Beckham was an "outsider," but because the other teammates were following the coach''s tactical arrangements, while Beckham had shown defiance, inciting Aldrich''s anger along with the team''s collective wrath.


    But recently, it was the yers who collectively "rebelled," and no matter whom Aldrich scolded, they wouldn''tply; winning was reason enough to rebut any criticism.


    Today, if they had followed Aldrich''s pre-match instructions from the start, there''s no telling how things would have turned out, instead of relying on a penalty to equalize at thest moment.


    Only after falling from the clouds to the abyss did the yers earnestly reflect on themselves, feeling a deep warmth and gratitude for Aldrich''s leniency.


    Aldrich smiled as he patted each yer on the shoulder, saying, "Don''t me yourselves. It''s not your fault. This is my first time experiencing such a situation; Ick some experience, but I will learn from this lesson, and it will only make us stronger in the future, right? What you need to do now is forget about this match. Go home and get some rest. Tomorrow, don''t read the newspapers. Spend time with your families, go shopping, watch a movie with your girlfriends, or enjoy a nice meal. I can rmend some good restaurants for you. Alright, I have interviews to attend to, so lift your heads. Remember, you are resilient warriors, and you will not be defeated. Keep your heads up; everything will be fine!"


    With that, Aldrich turned and walked out of the locker room.


    The yers perked up, showering, grabbing snacks, chatting with teammates; Schneider put on a soothing pop song, and soon the locker room buzzed with life once again.


    They didn''t need to dwell on the match, but they all understood one truth after the halt of their crazy winning streak this past month: obeying the head coach was of the utmost importance.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich was in the mixed zone, where BBC reporters began their barrage of questions.


    "After unexpectedly dropping two points at home today, has Millwall''s league campaigne to an end? I mean, you''re certainly going to earn a ticket to Europeanpetition, but in thest two matches, even if you defeat Newcastle, you''ll still trail them by two points."


    Aldrich spoke calmly, "If the result of this match is viewed as an ident, then that would be disrespectful to Leeds United. They are fighting for survival at this stage, but their strength is undeniable; they were league champions just four years ago, although their performance has not been ideal this season. Millwall has won six out of theirst seven matches, and I believe the team has been performing well. The league is not over, regardless of whether we can win the championship; today is not the end. Otherwise, should mid-table teams be able to take a vacation?"


    "How do you rate Millwall''s performance today?"


    "The yers were very fatigued, yet they persevered, especially in securing the equalizer in adversity. That''s a rare quality on the pitch, reflecting their fighting spirit."


    "Why didn''t you give the yers some time to rest?"


    Aldrich paused for a moment before saying, "When you have the chance to win the league, you naturally want to field all your strongest yers. I made a mistake; I should have let the yers rest. I think this is the lesson I need to summarize. Regardless, there are two more rounds in the league, and we also have an FA Cup finaling up; we won''t make the same mistake again."


    ...


    Openly admitting one''s mistakes can be risky for a head coach, as it might invite criticism from outsiders and doubts within the team.


    But Aldrich took all the responsibility upon himself, not to gain sympathy from the yers, but to protect them from being med. If Aldrich remained silent at this moment or shifted the me onto the yers, revealing the truth��that it was the yers themselves who insisted on continuing to y��then it would undoubtedly lead to disastrous consequences.


    The yers would be the target of public scorn, and it would expose his potential loss of control over the team. A crisis both internally and externally could lead to the team''s copse.


    In the evening, Aldrich returned home, took off his suit and loosened his tie, and sat alone on the couch, staring nkly at the ceiling.


    Benitez went to watch the Arsenal match today and is likely to return veryte.


    Aldrich had no idea how long Benitez nned to stay; he also didn''t have the time to consider why Benitez wasn''t in Spain scouting the next second division team he would be managing next season.


    Just as he was lost in thought, the doorbell rang.


    Aldrich tiredly got up to open the door, finding his visitor was Nagy, who was carrying two dozen beers in each hand.


    Once they were seated in the living room, Nagy promptly opened a beer and handed it to Aldrich.


    "It''s been toughtely, hasn''t it? Are you feeling frustrated? Having to force a smile on the outside while defending yers who have clearly made mistakes, watching the championship hopes slip away... Aldrich, you''re the one suffering the most, yet you still have to soothe the yers."


    Aldrich took a sip of beer and lit a cigarette, giving a bittersweet smile.


    "Sounds a bit melodramatic, doesn''t it? The world never goes as we wish."


    The events of a season were intricate and couldn''t be summed up simply.


    Aldrich wanted the championship, but he needed a bnce. If he achieved nothing this season, he wouldn''t be able to keep the yers; to push for cup sess, sacrifices in the league were necessary. But it was also to ensure that younger yers could grow quickly; otherwise, even if he won the league with the main squad, what about next season? They would still face ack of depth. If there were severe injuries to key yers, the results would plummet.


    A head coach cannot afford to have a short-sighted view, focusing solely on one season. However, by the end of March, when Aldrich realized that Millwall had a chance to win the league title, he naturally began his nning. Squad rotation became essential due to the dense schedule, and maintaining yer mental stability was also crucial for optimal performance. Nevertheless, when thetter became the primary concern, Aldrich found that his ns were fundamentally impossible to implement.


    The fact that they could make it to the penultimate round before their championship hopes copsed was already a stroke of luck.


    Millwall''s sprint had reached its limit at Stamford Bridge.


    Aldrich''s concession stemmed from his understanding that his n might not yield the league title as confidently as he hoped. To prevent himself from appearing disconnected from the yers, he had to choosepromise.


    Aldrich clinked his beer bottle against Nagy''s and smiled, saying, "Let''s not talk about football today; let''s just drink."


    They consumed bottle after bottle, not in a way that suggested drowning his sorrows, but rather sharing humorous anecdotes from the past,ughing at their previously naive actions, discussing curious events around them, reminiscing about the past, and reflecting on the illness of their mentor, Pusk��s... at times joyful, at times somber...

 Chapter 151: You’ve crossed the line!

    <h4>Chapter 151: You''ve crossed the line!</h4>


    The Millwall yers felt a deep sense of regret; they should have listened to Aldrich''s advice and avoided reading the newspapers or even turning on the TV the next day. A day earlier, headlines buzzed with predictions about Millwall''s chances of clinching a treble; just twenty-four hourster, the entire team found themselves facing a barrage of criticism.


    Overall, the assessment of the team was that theycked maturity and stability.


    Individual yers were also dragged out for public scorn.


    Pires was criticized for his poor dribbling: too selfish, too individualistic.


    Nedved didn''t score��unworthy of being a spiritual leader.


    Larsson and Trezeguet had precious few opportunities: underwhelming performances, with the exception of one penalty and a goal from open y, their disy wasckluster.


    Schneider was reproached: "Is crossing the only thing you can do? Can''t you manage a decent shot?"


    Young Spanish defender elgra was particrly targeted for the two counterattack goals that came as a direct result of his mistakes. Even though he was more of a center-back than Southgate, he couldn''t match Southgate''s maturity!


    Keller had long been the focus of media derision as well. There was a prevailing belief that Millwall''s goalkeeper was their weak link; he could be counted on to concede the goals he shouldn''t, while the ones he should save would sometimes slip through.


    Aldrich, the head coach, naturally faced mockery from all sides, treated like a drowning dog, with every passerby eager to swing a stick at his head.


    Seeing the news, the yers naturally felt resentful; even the most rational among them couldn''t maintain theirposure.


    Aldrich had a broader perspective. This was the usual way of Fleet Street; nothing was surprising about it.


    The British entertainment media certainly operates with its own set of sessful strategies. In essence, it''s about praising some while criticizing others.


    If someone was in the spotlight, they''d amplify it to celestial heights, causing all eyes to focus on them.


    If they were down, they''d stomp on them until they couldn''t suffer anymore. Sympathy was a scarcemodity.


    No one is perfect; mistakes happen and teams endure their share of defeats. This is news, and Fleet Street turned thesemon elements of football into sensational headlines.


    Fairness and objectivity? Forget about it.


    Football is part of the entertainment industry, and adapting to the fickle British media is not something neers can do quickly.


    Aldrich chose to grant his starting yers a week off, meaning they wouldn''t y in thest two matches of the season. By the time they recovered from their exhaustion in April, they would aim to finish the season strong and gear up for the FA Cup at Wembley.


    Before thest league match at the end of April, Aldrich held a routine pre-match press conference.


    Many reporters showed up, and after the media''s savage attacks in the past two days, they were eager to see if Aldrich would slip up or reveal any locker room secrets.


    However, to the disappointment of Fleet Street, after the drawn game with Leeds United, the Millwall locker room was surprisingly calm.


    Even when yers were interviewed, they merely expressed standard titudes: "We didn''t perform well. Leeds yed excellently; congrattions to them for staying up."


    After drawing with Millwall and considering the other match results, Leeds United had secured their survival in the league.


    This oue made Manchester United smile, as it meant they would face Leeds next. Though there was a rivalry between the two, Leeds'' spirit would surely wane after securing their safety.


    "In recent days, many of the main yers have been absent from training. I hear you gave them time off. So, who will you send out for tomorrow''s match at St. James'' Park? Theoretically, Millwall still has a shot at the title."


    Facing this question, Aldrich locked eyes with Richard from the Daily Mail.


    He was an old acquaintance, having followed Millwall sincest season and never missing a press conference.


    In the past two days, while the Daily Mail also participated in the media''s vilification of Millwall, it was not Richard writing those articles. Their long-standing rapport meant there was no need for unnecessary conflict, and he preferred to maintain the rtionship while still creating news.


    After all, anyone can kick someone when they''re down. Richard didn''t need to hurt his own standing, especially since he wanted to hear real news from Aldrich.


    Aldrich paused for a moment, contemting the prospects of winning the championship.


    Is there any hope for winning the title?


    Yes.


    Assuming Millwall emerges victorious in both of their matches, Newcastle United would need at least one loss and one draw, while Manchester United can only manage to earn 4 points in their two games.


    An expert evaluated this scenario''s probability, and while it''s uncertain how he calcted it, he provided a rather bleak oue: 2.78%.


    Quite urate, indeed.


    Aldrich replied calmly, "Since the first round of the league, Millwall has never been at the top of the table, so we haven''t experienced any significant psychological disparity. I''ve said countless times that we are a young team focusing on each match. The growth and development of the yers are our primary goals. No matter the oue of the season, I am satisfied with the team''s performance. Furthermore, I emphasize that it was you who continually shouted that Millwall would win the title. Now, you feign concern over our championship prospects. My team and I only want to y well in every match; that''s all."


    "So for tomorrow''s away match against Newcastle, is your n to develop younger yers?"


    "My n is to have the yers y a fantastic game at St. James'' Park, to showcase their abilities. That''s our goal."


    "Could you share the starting lineup for tomorrow?"


    "Goalkeeper: Butte. Defenders: Zambrotta, Materazzi, elgra, Capdev. Midfield: Gattuso, Viera, Back. Forwards: Solskjaer, Van Nistelrooy, Shevchenko. Do you need the substitutes list too?"


    "That''s enough, that''s sufficient. Uh, excuse my curiosity, but who are Capdev and Van Nistelrooy?"


    Some reporters stared nkly, unable to recall who these two were.


    Aldrich shrugged: "Capdev is the full-back we signed from Spainst summer. He has adapted to our team''s system over thest season, and I''ve decided to give him a chance to show what he can do. Van Nistelrooy came to the club a couple of years ago but hasn''t yed much. However, his recent performances have improved, and I believe he has the potential to be a regr first-team yer."


    Aldrich''s decisions regarding his lineup were not impulsive orst-minute; ording to his original n, both Capdev and Van Nistelrooy should have made the rotational squad by early April. However, this n was hindered by the team''s "crazy" state.


    For young yers, it''s impossible to buy them one day and have them start the next. Aldrich had given them a whole season to limate to Millwall��yers like Lampard, Rio Ferdinand, Capdev, and Mills all needed time to integrate, as Millwall''s tactical system ispletely different from the mainstream 4-4-2. Adapting to the football philosophy here requires a lengthy process of learning, understanding, and practicing.


    Youth and reserve teams are essential stages for yers before they step into the first team, especially since they are still quite young.


    After concluding the press conference, Aldrich returned to his office to sort through reports from various departments before heading home to rest for the next day''s match against Newcastle.


    His phone rang.


    Upon answering, he heard a Scottish voice that sounded somewhat irritable.


    "Aldrich, what the hell are you doing? Are you throwing away tomorrow''s match?"


    Ferguson, focused not only on his own team but also on Newcastle United''s situation, was keenly aware that Manchester United trailed Newcastle by three points. Ferguson pinned his hopes on Millwall being able to take down Newcastle.


    However, Aldrich had announced his starting lineup a day in advance, clearly indicating that Millwall wasn''t fielding its strongest side��none of the starting eleven were present!


    "Unless I''m mistaken, how I arrange my starting yers is none of your business!"


    Aldrich''s brusque tone left Ferguson momentarily silenced.


    "Can you really watch Keegan win the title? He''s never had any respect for Millwall!"


    "Is that supposed to provoke me? It won''t work! My key yers need to rest. If I field them, the injury list will only grow. Alex, if you respect me, you''ll refrain from interfering in how I manage the team. You''ve crossed the line! If Millwall loses to Newcastle tomorrow, it won''t be because I wanted to gift Keegan a championship. If Millwall beats Newcastle, it won''t be because I''m killing myself to help Manchester United win!"


    Following a lengthy silence on the other end of the line.


    "I apologize for what I just said. Aldrich, about the trade we discussed earlier��can you give me your answer?"


    "Nedved isn''t interested in moving to Manchester United. No matter how much you offer, I don''t n to sell. I have a deal in ce with Stam: if Millwall doesn''t win the league this season, Stam will stay for another season. You can ask about his price again next summer. If he decides he wants to stay then, I can only say sorry. Solskjaer can leave, but Manchester United has to make a decent offer; you said he''s going to be a starter at Manchester United. He''s been a substitute at Millwall this season yet has scored more goals than Cole, who''s a first-team regr for Manchester United. If you want this trade done quickly, let''s make it smooth and easy."


    "What''s your asking price?"


    "Do you know how to negotiate? My asking price? I''ll tell you directly: eight million pounds."


    "Are you joking?"


    "Joking? How many goals has Cole scored for the six million pounds you spent on him? With two league matches remaining, he has only scored 11 goals. Bergkamp cost Arsenal seven and a half million pounds and has scored how many this season? Ten. My Solskjaer is just a substitute and has scored 12 goals in the league and four in cup matches; do you really think I''m joking?"


    "Final offer: five million pounds."


    "Well, we can''te to an agreement. Selling a forward who can score nearly twenty goals a season for five million pounds? Ha!"


    "Six million pounds, that''s my final offer."


    "Seven million pounds, or we say goodbye. We''ll remain friends, but let''s not discuss this trade anymore."


    "Deal!"


    As Aldrich hung up, he could hear Ferguson grinding his teeth on the other end.

 Chapter 152: Keegan’s Defensive Woes

    <h4>Chapter 152: Keegan''s Defensive Woes</h4>


    In the first half of the season, Newcastle United''s performance was nothing short of magical, but as the second half began, it seemed that the Hollywood of Tyneside started churning out flops.


    Newcastle had initially led Manchester United by ten points, but by the second tost round of the league, their advantage dwindled down to just three points. Should that lead dissipate, they would instantly be surpassed by Manchester United, who had a significant edge in goal difference.


    Aldrich''s team yed away at St. James'' Park, where the Magpies'' fans appeared a bit anxious in the stands. They hoped their team would clinch a victory in this high-stakes sh, especially since Millwall didn''t seem particrly strong in their lineup.


    However, in their first-half encounter, Millwall had taken down the visiting Newcastle United with a dominant 2-0 victory, even with argely reserve squad.


    The form of Newcastle was worrisome; they lost to Manchester United in March and to Liverpool in April, leaving their consistency in question.


    A trend analyzed by experts concluded that every time Newcastle appeared close to stability, they''d falter in high-stakes matches, crushing their rising morale.


    If they could manage to defeat either Manchester United or Liverpool, they might have been on the pathway to an early championship win, as the sustained form and the boost in confidence would have vastly different oues.


    After Aldrich took his ce on the sidelines, he quietly awaited the start of the match.


    Kevin Keegan, ever the gracious host, approached him with a smile, veiling his intentions as he casually brought up next month''s FA Cup final, hinting at how tough Liverpool would be to face.


    He seemed to cheer for his old club but was subtly reminding Aldrich to focus on the FA Cup rather than the league title.


    Aldrich exchanged some pleasantries in return, and once the conversation lull hit, they both parted ways.


    "What''s the point of chatting with him?" Jensen muttered disdainfully.


    Aldrich replied helplessly, "I didn''t want to talk to him either."


    As the yers took the pitch, it was obvious that Millwall''s squad was considerably younger. Newcastle, however, had made notable changes since their earlier encounter.


    "Wee to St. James'' Park! I''m Martin Tyler. If today''s 37th round Premier League match determines the champion, that''s hardly an overstatement. If Newcastle can beat Millwall, Keegan''s team will likely clinch the title early, regardless of how Manchester United performs. At least the control is still in Newcastle''s hands. Unfortunately for Millwall, this has been a strong season for them, but they''ve lost their grip on the title race at thest minute. Now, let my partner Andy Gray introduce the starting line-ups for both teams."


    "Keegan acknowledged the defensive issues his team faced, so he brought in David Batty from ckburn this winter. This tough-tackling midfielder aims to solidify Newcastle''s defense. In attack, Keegan also secured a reliable partner for Ferdinand in Aspri, who famously ended AC Mn''s 58-match unbeaten run. Newcastle''s starting formation today is a 4-4-2 with the following line-up: Goalkeeper: Srnicek. Defenders: Watson, Barton, Albert, Beresford. Midfielders: Beardsley, Batty, Gin, rk. Forwards: Ferdinand, Aspri. Millwall, on the other hand, has opted for mostly reserve yers, so fans eager for a star showdown might be disappointed, as we hardly recognize any familiar faces in the Lions'' squad today, which is set to a 4-3-3 formation. Goalkeeper: Butt. Defenders: Zambrotta, Materazzi, Elguera, Capdev. Midfielders: Gattuso, Vieira, Back. Forwards: Solskjaer, Van Nistelrooy, Shevchenko. It remains to be seen if Hall will again implement the counter-attacking strategy that led to victory in their previous encounter��stay tuned!"


    Aldrich feltfortable today; he was focused on using this match to improve the team while allowing them to showcase their own style.


    In contrast, Kevin Keegan was on edge, trying to maintain a fa?ade of calm.


    In his perspective, if Millwall could adopt a defensive counter strategy even while ying with a half-strength team at home, they were certain to retreat defensively here, away against a full-strength side.


    Thus, he switched from the 4-1-4-1 formation used in theirst matchup to a 4-4-2, a less aggressive move, aiming for Beardsley and Gin to create opportunities with their individual talents. The one-on-one contests between forwards Ferdinand and Aspri versus Materazzi and Elguera should favor his team.


    Once the match began, Newcastle was determined to maintain their championship advantage, throwing everything they had into the game rather than testing their opponent.


    Beardsley breezed past Capdev before crossing the ball, while Materazzi effortlessly headed away Aspri''s attempt.


    As the ball switched to Millwall, their midfield advantage immediately became evident.


    Vieira and Gattuso were positioned deep, while Back roamed extensively in the middle, supported by Zambrotta and Capdev pushing forward. Solskjaer and Shevchenko dropped back to help. With their dominance in midfield, they quickly transitioned into the attack.


    Differing from many teams that stagnate in positional y, Millwall''s yers utilized more ovepping runs and movements to confuse their opponents, leading to fluid and dazzling attacking sequences that excited the crowd.


    Aldrich chose not to station himself along the sidelines, both to avoid adding pressure on his yers and because he didn''t wish to endure the fervor of the Magpies'' supporters.


    It wasn''t that the fans were mocking or insulting him.


    After all, with Millwall trailing five points behind Newcastle, the Magpies'' supporters were more focused on their own team.


    Their enthusiasm poured into supporting Keegan, whose name echoed through the stadium and sent shivers down Aldrich''s spine.


    "Keegan, King! Keegan, King!"


    It was undeniable that Keegan was hailed by Newcastle fans as the savior; Aldrich merely wished to be insted from it.


    Just as other fans couldn''t stomach Millwall supporters revering Aldrich either.


    Keegan rose from his seat, fists clenched, gazing incredulously at the unfolding scene.


    "What''s going on here?"


    Did Millwalle for the three points?


    He had misjudged a critical aspect of the match.


    Defense was not merely a passive means of sess, nor did attack necessitate disregard for it.


    Millwall dominated the rhythm of the match with their midfield control.


    Newcastle had only managed to push forward a couple of times before being forced into passive defense, a disadvantage that became increasingly apparent.


    The aging Beardsley and the French gentleman Gin, unable to drop back effectively, allowed Millwall''s midfielders to y toofortably.


    Vieira, Gattuso, and Back upied the space between both penalty areas, passing the ball fluidly and quickly while attacking from the middle and the nks.


    From his position on the sidelines, Aldrich noticed Millwall''s upper hand and casually turned to Jensen, saying, "That guy''s tactical views next door are clearly outdated. If the game is still based on man-to-man defense, he''ll never clinch the championship. The future trend is to contest every inch of the pitch."


    Just as they spoke, Back and Van Nistelrooy made quick runs into the box, disrupting Newcastle''s backline. Vieira surged forward and, before Batty could intercept, sent a diagonal pass into the area for Solskjaer, who charged in unchecked and slotted the ball home into the near corner.


    "Millwall leads! Scoring is super sub Solskjaer, who started today as a winger. We''ve witnessed how Millwall''s wingers frequently sliced into the penalty area during the first twenty minutes, leaving Newcastle struggling to cope. Hall is showcasing his impressive tactical adaptations, but we must point out that Newcastle still hasn''t resolved a core issue: do they even know how to defend? This is starkly obvious against a team with established attacking prowess; just like their home game against Manchester United and their away game at Liverpool, they are being dominated right here at home by Millwall."


    After Solskjaer''s goal, he wore a broad smile, embracing each teammate in celebration, his demeanor calm, almost like a farewell.


    Aside from Aldrich, no one on the team knew he would be leaving in the summer.


    Magpie fans adored Keegan, but such affection often leads to being blind to the harsh realities.


    Commentators had beenmenting Newcastle''s atrocious defense for months.


    They even ridiculed it, likening it to American football defense��yers would only fan out toward the ball-carrier,cking any understanding of a cohesive defensive system.


    Kevin Keegan was at his wits'' end, with rumors surfacing that he was searching for a defensive coach to patch this gap.


    This only added to the absurdity perceived by outsiders.


    Hiring a defensive coach might teach yers some technical skills, but the essential problem wasn''t that the yerscked skills. Could you say that Barton, bought for ��4 millionst summer, didn''t understand defense? Otherwise, why would you buy him? Keegan needed to teach the defenders to band together and defend cohesively, yet his n to hire a defensive coach showed he still hadn''t grasped the underlying issues.


    Keegan''s face turned ashen, perplexed as to why Vieira was so far from Batty when passing, why Barton and Albert allowed Solskjaer to ease into the box, and why Watson didn''t tightly mark Solskjaer...


    Too many questions flooded Keegan''s mind.


    Aldrich simply pped and watched the match with his chin propped in his hands.


    The attacking yers'' movements constantly disturbed the defenders'' focus; any minor incident could pivot their attention.


    You couldn''t fault Batty for following Back until he entered the penalty area before turning to mark Vieira, nor could you expect Watson to track Solskjaer''s speed after being drawn out wide by Capdev.


    The bottom line was that Newcastle''s defense was horrendously inadequate.


    Keegan should study how Aston Vi defended, understanding how they managed to minimize Millwall''s attacking threats.


    This match was decidedly one-sided, the ball predominantly camped in Newcastle''s half. They were not only struggling defensively but also found it challenging to transition to attack, as Millwall''s forwards relentlessly pressed, and their midfield yers quickly retreated to block passingnes, excelling in the aftermath of losing the ball.


    Had Van Nistelrooy not squandered two opportunities, the scoreline would likely have changed before half-time.


    In the second half, Keegan reced a defender with Gillespie, intent on attacking as if he needed his team to score��he was desperate for an offensive response!


    He felt that failing tounch an offensive could jeopardize their position at the top of the table.


    At the very least, they needed a draw.


    In the sixtieth minute of the match, Aldrich substituted Barak and moved Pirlo to the attacking midfield position.


    Initially, Aldrich hadn''t intended for Pirlo to y there, but given Newcastle''s unbnced style, whichcked the defensive structure typically seen in Italian teams, Pirlo found himself with ample space. His passing ability would be instrumental in breaking through the opponent''s defense, especially with Millwall having withdrawn one of their defenders.


    In the end, Keegan was undone by defense. Pirlo entered the game and immediately delivered a deft pass to Shevchenko, orchestrating a simr y. Shevchenko darted into the box, shaking off the turning defender and taking the center-back by surprise.


    A well-ced shot saw the Magpie''s breached once again.


    This goal effectively kicked Newcastle off the top of the table.


    Manchester United scored early, taking a 1-0 lead against Leeds United. Although the score remained unchanged, by the time the news reached here, Manchester United would likely choose a more conservative approach to maintain their top position.

 Chapter 153: Weaknesses Exposed

    <h4>Chapter 153: Weaknesses Exposed</h4>


    Newcastle United, trailing by two goals on home turf,unched a fierce counterattack. Their defenders charged forward, creating an overwhelming momentum that momentarily intimidated Millwall.


    In the eighty-fourth minute of the match, their efforts bore fruit. Gin showcased his skills, delivering the ball right in front of the goal, where Newcastle executed a header ry and sent the ball crashing into the.


    Butcher was left feeling somewhat discontent; he had closed off the near post, yet rk, who rushed inte to the front, managed to nod the ball towards the far post. It''s difficult to say whether it was intentional or if he merely misjudged the header, but Ferdinand, waiting at the back post, gleefully epted the assist.


    "1-2, 1-2! With around ten minutes left including stoppage time, can Newcastle stage a miracle? If they equalize, even if Manchester United wins, they''ll still be one point ahead!"


    Thementator couldn''t hide his excitement as he spoke about the intensepetition for the Premier League title reaching its climax this season.


    Regardless of the oue, this title race was certainly going to stretch to the final round, just likest year''s storyline.


    After conceding the goal, Aldrich remained seated with his chin in his hand. When the yers nced at him, he calmly gestured them to settle down, reassuring them to keep calm and just perform as usual.


    Really, why panic?


    It was us in the lead.


    No matter the result, the league title wasn''t fundamentally at stake for us.


    What if we won this match? Should we just hope that in thest game, neither Manchester United nor Newcastle wins?


    Let''s not put any more pressure on ourselves.


    Just treat it like a regr game and y normally.


    Keegan was very animated, shouting at his yers on the field, waving his arms to get them back into formation and ready for the restart.


    He was determined to push for a draw.


    Newcastle continued their relentless assault, while Millwall''s yers quickly adjusted to their relentless pace after conceding a goal. The defense started lifting the ball directly to Newcastle''s half during clearances.


    In the eighty-eighth minute, Gattuso cleared the ball, whichnded on the right side of the front line. Unmarked, Shevchenko quickly sprung into action, lightning fast.


    Once he gained possession, he began a long sprint��there were no defenders from Newcastle in sight!


    As the opposing goalkeeper rushed forward, Shevchenko opted not to be greedy and passed it into the middle, where the young Van Nistelrooy dashed in, taking the ball straight towards the empty. He slowed down just before the goal and gently tapped it in with his foot, letting the ball roll slowly across the goal line.


    St. James'' Park fell into a stunned silence.


    Van Nistelrooy excitedly ran over to embrace Shevchenko.


    It was his first Premier League goal, and he couldn''t contain his excitement.


    The selfless Shevchenko also had a standout performance this match, with a goal and an assist proving his worth.


    Keegan stood there like he had been struck by lightning, rooted to the spot, not saying a word until the match concluded.


    The Newcastle yers left the field in disappointment.


    Aldrich approached Keegan to shake hands, recalling howst time they met, he wished Keegan''s side well in their pursuit of the league title.


    But today, he had delivered the decisive blow, taking down the front-runners.


    Since the second round of the season, Newcastle had held the top spot on the standings, but now, in the penultimate round of the league, they had been overtaken by Manchester United. Both teams were tied on points, but United had a superior goal difference.


    This psychological gap was hard for Keegan to bear as the coaching staff of Newcastle anxiously watched their normally animated coach standing there, dumbfounded.


    Aldrich felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing Keegan''s expression.


    Despitest season''s defeat to Newcastle in the cup matches, which Keegan had turned into a rivalry, Aldrich felt there was no need for such animosity; it wasn''t an irreconcble hatred.


    This season, with Millwall beating Newcastle three times across the league and cuppetitions, they had avengedst season''s losses. But it seemed the revenge was too harsh, as it shattered Newcastle''s lead that they had maintained for most of the season, and possibly ushered in the humiliation of seeing Ferguson''s Manchester United reim the top spot.


    Just as Aldrich intended to shake hands with Keegan, he suddenly stopped, sighed deeply, and turned to leave. However, after taking a few steps, someone grabbed his arm.


    Turning around, he found Keegan staring at him with a serious expression. Aldrich, concerned that Keegan might be taking this too hard, worried he might act out in the moment, cautiously asked, "Is there something you need?"


    "Let''s find somewhere private to talk."


    Aldrich remained silent, assessing the situation.


    Keegan quickly released his grip, reassuring him, "Don''t worry, I won''t hit you."


    Aldrich chuckled, "I''m just worried that if that happens, you might end up bruised and then others would say I don''t respect my elders."


    Keegan wasn''t in the mood for humor and directly invited Aldrich to his office.


    Different from how Aldrich usually mingled with other friendly managers after matches, Keegan hurried to pour Aldrich a drink, then sat across from him, asking earnestly, "Aldrich, do you hate me?"


    Aldrich shrugged, replying, "I neither hate nor particrly like you."


    "Why''s that?"


    "Because I don''t hold a grudge against you. Sometimes arguments are normal; I don''t think I''m petty. The reason I don''t like you is simple: I haven''t seen you y. Even though you''re famous, I don''t idolize you. I admired Maradona when I was young. And as a coach, I don''t see anything about you to idolize either."


    Upon hearing this, Keegan furrowed his brow and lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.


    Interestingly, after his retirement, he spent eight years enjoying aid-back life at home, indulging in fishing and gardening, and traveling from time to time. He was wealthier than many stars of his era because, during thetter part of his career when he joined Newcastle United, the club was financially struggling and couldn''t afford a high sry. Consequently, Keegan included a use in his contract: if the home attendance exceeded five thousand, he would receive a share of the additional ticket revenue.


    At that time, the attendance at St. James'' Park was rather dismal, but Newcastle epted Keegan''s terms. Thanks to his poprity, he made a handsome profit.


    Before coaching, Aldrich also spent eight years, but he spent that time learning.


    Keegan had fame and money; for a typical manager �� not counting someone like Aldrich with a unique position �� his total assets would likely rank among the top ten globally.


    Thus, his ambitions were simple: to achieve sess as a coach.


    Over the years of coaching Newcastle, Keegan had lost to Manchester United many times, but he never thought Ferguson was all that special. With many stars and strong yers at Manchester United, losing to them was seen as simply being outyed.


    Even this season, after transferring out multiple key yers and investing nothing in the transfer market, Manchester United still boasts veterans like Schmeichel, Cantona, Keane, Pallister, and Irwin anchoring the team. When they im Manchester United is undergoing a transformation, it merely refers to the younger five stepping up into more prominent roles. Among them, aside from Beckham and Phil Neville, who are ying their first Premier League season, the others like Giggs, Scholes, Gary Neville, and Butt have already been established first-team yers for the previous two seasons.


    Thus,pared to losing to Manchester United, Keegan perhaps felt some resentment.


    However, Aldrich had managed to beat Newcastle twice in league matches: the first time with a semi-reserve lineup, and the second time �� today �� with a fully backup squad.


    He epted his defeat, having lost 1-3 on home soil. What reason could he give himself to feel better?


    "Aldrich, can you be honest with me?"


    "Why would I lie to you?"


    "Do you never have the thought to mess with me or see me make a fool of myself?"


    "That''s just your inferiorityplex."


    "Okay, where do you think Newcastle''s problems lie?"


    "Defense."


    Keegan sighed heavily, expressing his frustration, "Everyone says there''s a problem with Newcastle''s defense, but what exactly is the problem? Nobody can rify it. It''s like when everyone criticizes you, but they can''t exin why."


    Aldrich idly traced the rim of his ss, saying casually, "There''s no one-size-fits-all defensive system that works for every team. You have to tailor the defensive strategy ording to the yers'' characteristics,plementing each other''s strengths and weaknesses. Some defenders may have slow speed, others may be overly aggressive, and some mayck anticipation. Broadly speaking, where are the weak defensive areas? Where are the most vulnerable spots for conceding? Where might the opponents focus their attacks? These things require research. You can''t just train the team to a ster profile today and expect them to be worry-free tomorrow."


    Keegan was taken aback, not being a schrly coach. He immediately pressed on, "You''re so young and haven''t yed professionally; where did you learn all this?"


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow and self-deprecatingly replied, "I started learning haphazardly, studying match footage, marking every yer with codes in my notebook, and repeatedly watching the footage to analyze their movement patterns and how defenders coordinated with each other. Later, I attended many coaching schools, especially in Italy, where you meet a lot of enthusiasts who share countless variations in defense and their countermeasures. But all that''s just theory; discussing tactics without acknowledging the difference in yer abilities is meaningless."


    Keegan nodded, seemingly understanding Aldrich''s background. He then asked, "When you studied my team, you felt there were defensive weaknesses��where are they?"


    "Everywhere; there are ws all over, and there''s almost no reliable area."


    Aldrich casually said this, leaving Keegan somewhat displeased. He ripped a sheet off his desk, grabbed a pen, and handed it to Aldrich, saying, "Write it down for me; I want to see."


    Aldrich sighed, jotting down five numbers that represented the four defenders and one defensive midfielder.


    "You mean these are the defenders Newcastle used in this match, right?"


    Keegan nodded.


    As Aldrich continued to write and exin, he added, "Attack down the nks without considering one-on-one break-ins. My wingers and full-backs will team up for a two-on-one; your nks are the weak points. Who''s your wing-back marking? My wing-back will be unopposed, freeing up the winger. If they''re marking my winger, my full-back can go deep and cross without any interference. That means your defenders must turn quickly, while my forwards can strike directly at the goal, which is clearly advantageous.


    If we attack through the middle, my attacking midfielder will match your defensive midfielder, but when my ymakeres up, do you really think one defensive midfielder can cover the width of the pitch of sixty or seventy yards? My forwards can drop back, and my wingers can cut in. This back-and-forth will disrupt your defenders'' organization..."


    Aldrich''s arrows drawn on the paper turned Newcastle''s defense into a beehive.


    Keegan pressed down on his hand, confused, asking, "Why do you always have more yers? When you go wide, it''s two-on-one; when you go central, it''s still two-on-one. Even if you directly attack my back line, you end up with three forwards. Have all my yers copsed?"


    Aldrichughed lightly, saying, "You can go back and watch the footage repeatedly. See if your yers copsed. Kevin, my team is simply stronger than yours. I''m not bragging; it''s just a fact. yer capability isn''t solely based on skill; stamina is crucial as well. As of now, there are no statistics on yers'' running distances during matches, but if there were, I could tell you my yers run at least 30% more distance on average than yours. It''s about exploiting numerical advantages."


    Despite his reluctance to believe it, Keegan recalled the match and felt a wave of despair wash over him as he recognized the truth in Aldrich''s words.


    The forty-five-year-old Keegan and the soon-to-be twenty-year-old Aldrich talked for over two hours...

 Chapter 154: Kings of London!

    <h4>Chapter 154: Kings of London!</h4>


    Manchester United narrowly defeated Leeds United, while Newcastle United faltered at home. With the Premier League season drawing to a close, three teams remained in contention for the title. Newcastle and Manchester United were level on points, but United held the top spot on goal difference, with Millwall trailing the two by two points and their chances of victory seeming remote.


    On the way back to London, Aldrich received a text message from Ferguson.


    "Great job!"


    Aldrich calmly replied, "Congrattions to Manchester United on winning the league title."


    Ferguson responded again, "It''s not over yet; anything can happen. Manchester United won''t make the same mistake asst year."


    Aldrich put away his phone, deciding not to dwell on it further.


    For the yers of Millwall, the true colors of Fleet Street soon became clear.


    "What a great victory! Millwall reignites the hope for the championship!"


    "Millwall: Ennd''s Ajax!"


    The next day, major London newspapers published reports about Millwall and Newcastle, given that it was the most watched match of the week.


    Just like Ajax is known for its young talents, Millwall had also showcased several promising young yers this season,beled ''gems'' by the media.


    Trezeguet needs no introduction, and yers like Larsson, Nedv��d, and Makelele have shed their youthful fa?ades; their maturity on the pitch no longer allows anyone to view them as mere rookies.


    yers like Shevchenko, Back, Vieira, and Elger had alsoe into the spotlight after their debuts.


    In the match at St. James'' Park, Capdev and Van Nistelrooy began to capture the public''s attention, and it wasn''t unfounded topare Millwall to Ennd''s Ajax.


    This season, Ajax had achieved remarkable sess, reaching the Champions League final for the second consecutive year, even though their 53-match unbeaten streak was broken two months ago.


    The day before the final match, Aldrich was having breakfast while reading the newspaper. Previously, experts had predicted Millwall''s chances of winning the title at a mere 2%; today, that probability had risen to about 13%.


    This probability was not fabricated; it was derived from a scientific prediction method by bookmaker, calcting the chances of both Manchester United and Newcastle failing to win, while Millwall secured a victory. There was no need for fluctuations because if the two contenders failed to win, a win for Millwall would ensure they topped them on goal difference.


    After tossing the newspaper into the trash, Aldrich continued his breakfast routine. He had training sessions during the day, a pre-match preparation meeting, and then attended the press conference before the closing match. Aldrich maintained a calm demeanor, seeming unbothered when reporters asked about the championship, stating lightly that he cared only to perform well in thest game.


    On May 3rd, the Den stadium hardly saw any away fans.


    Although 99% of the away supporters resided in London, very few were interested ining to the Den, even considering today''s match could be described as a London derby.


    Millwall vs. Queen''s Park Rangers.


    Thetter was especially unlucky, having been relegated a week early.


    Aldrich kept the same lineup from the previous match. Most of the starting yers sat in the stands as they conserved energy for the FA Cup final a weekter.


    The atmosphere in the stadium was electric with noise, and a massive banner in the south stand stood out.


    Thisrge disy was creatively designed.


    At the bottom was a map of Greater London, marking the locations of various Premier League clubs.


    Above it was the blue lion from Millwall''s crest, fierce and strong.


    In the center were bold words.


    "10w2d, Kings of London!"


    Before the match began, a single voice erupted from the stands.


    "Kings of London! Kings of London!"


    There were seven London teams in the Premier League this season:


    Arsenal, Tottenham, Chelsea, West Ham, Wimbledon, Queen''s Park Rangers, and Millwall.


    In London encounters, aside from Millwall''s single draws against Tottenham and Arsenal, they had won all nine other London derbies they yed.


    With only one match left��today''s closing match��fans didn''t believe the already-relegated Queen''s Park Rangers would trouble Millwall, treating this match as a guaranteed victory.


    They felt that with a record of 10 wins and 2 draws, Millwall had undoubtedly enhanced their standing in London.


    Kings of London!


    No other London teams could refute that.


    Thus, Millwall earned a nickname in the media: the "Internal War Specialists."


    This internal war had London as its backdrop.


    During home games yed in London and away derbies held within the capital, Millwall exhibited ster performances.


    However, when they left London, they were susceptible to defeats against teams like Nottingham Forest and struggled against Leeds United and Aston Vi. Consequently, while they only lost one match during the 37 rounds of the league, their numerous draws in away matches outside of London directly impacted their total points tally.


    When Aldrich entered the pitch, the crowd erupted in cheers. He remained calm as he waved at the stands. The FA had brought a replica of the championship trophy to the Den, yet most important officials had gone to the riverside stadium, where Manchester United held the reins of the title race.


    As both teams took the field, Aldrich continued to sit on the bench, his expression unchanged.


    The final match kicked off simultaneously. Almost immediately, Queen''s Park Rangers showed signs of ackluster performance, their yers were visibly disheartened, worrying about their futures with the team heading to League One next season; no one knew if they would stay or goe the summer.


    In contrast, Millwall''s youthful squad was brimming with spirit. They wanted to prove themselves and showcase their skills, and they weren''t overly concerned with whether their opponents were willing topete.


    It was like a pride of lion cubs facing a flock of sheep, and the match became an absolute rout.


    Solskj?r scored a hat-trick within just thirty-five minutes.


    In the second half, Aldrich substituted him off, and as he walked off the pitch, he formally apuded all sides of the stands; his gesture was undoubtedly a farewell, although the fans hadn''t yet connected the dots.


    Substitute Phillips wasn''t suitable as a winger, making things a bit congested in the center with Van Nistelrooy. However, Queen''s Park Rangerscked any fighting spirit, hoping merely for the match to end. Van Nistelrooy managed to squeeze in a goal, and then Aldrich substituted in Pirlo, wanting him to adjust for the next big match��the FA Cup final, where Aldrich intended to start him.


    He gave Mills twenty minutes to gauge his performance: strong defensively as a right back, but disappointing in attack.


    Ultimately, when the final whistle blew, Shevchenko and Back added to the tally, crushing the hopeless QPR with a total of six goals.


    The yers jubntly gathered to thank the fans, and the suited yers in the stands also came onto the pitch to express their gratitude for the unwavering support throughout the season.


    The riverside stadium showdown came to an end, with Robson failing to lead Middlesbrough against Manchester United. They fell behind early and were finally defeated by three goals, after missing out on the league titlest season; United had reimed their championship this season.


    On the other hand, the oue was surprising. After losing to Millwall, Keegan''s team faced Tottenham at home for their final match, but it ended in a resilient draw, as Tottenham aimed for a European qualifying spot.


    Although Tottenham ultimately didn''t secure a UEFA Cup entry, they helped Millwall leap to second in the table.


    In their Premier League debut season, Millwall finished as runners-up, just two points off the top spot.


    Not winning the title meant no grand celebrations, especially as their season wasn''t over. With the fans'' apuse ringing out, Millwall''s yers and coaches exited the field.


    Aldrich gave the yers a break to recharge, instructing them to return in three days to prepare for the FA Cup final.


    That evening, he watched TV at home with Ben��tez, their conversation revolving around football.


    Manchester United, undoubtedly the highlight, drew attention for their incredibleeback to im the title, especially after Ferguson had let go of several key yers and made no signings in the summer��this remarkable turnaround against Newcastle was dubbed astonishing. United had only signed a backup goalkeeper for free, a move that seemed more about numbers than necessity.


    Millwall became the second focal point. Football analysts and English legends unanimously acknowledged Millwall''s surprising performance, disying notable consistency throughout the season, but inparison to Manchester United, they simplycked experience. United had sessfully integrated veterans like Schmeichel, Cantona, and Keane, who had been the core of the team for years. They maintained calm in high-pressure situations, helping youngsters like Beckham flourish quickly. On the other hand, very few yers in Millwall had championship titles; their inaugural Premier League season saw them momentum stall in the second half, where squandering draws at home against Aston Vi and Leeds denied them the chance to pull off a miracle.


    Newcastle faced harsh criticism for their copse. They had built a vast lead earlier, finding themselves thirteen points ahead of Manchester United before facing Millwall and ten points ahead in early February.


    However, they lost several critical matches in the second half, failing to gather a single point.


    They lost to Manchester United, Liverpool, and Millwall; even a single draw might have meant they could have brought the championship trophy back to St. James'' Park.


    In reviews of other teams, Arsenal''s revival seemed illusory, Liverpool had a strong squad butcked the spirit to challenge for the title, and Aston Vi showed significant progress while Leeds'' rapid decline was unexpected...


    In individual yer reviews, the Premier League Golden Boot went to Shearer, closely followed by Larsson, who had a higher efficiency having yed seven fewer matches yet scoring just five goals fewer than Shearer.


    Nedv��d was named Best Foreign yer, even beating out Cantona as the FWA Footballer of the Year. Trezeguet topped Fowler to be the PFA Young yer of the Year, while the Professional Footballers'' Association named Larsson as the Footballer of the Year.


    Most Millwall yers featured prominently in awards from various media outlets.


    To be fair, Aldrich felt it was a bit unfair; he would have rather shared the honors with defenders like Southgate, Stam, and Makelele. This wasn''t to say that attacking yers weren''t impressive, but he hoped the des would also recognize collective achievements. The excess adoration of attacking yers was unhealthy.


    After a two-day break, Aldrich returned to the Den, taking a seat in the stands alongside Mnie, as they were there for a match.


    Aldrich supported the home team: Millwall.


    Mnie supported the visitors: Liverpool.


    This was the FA Cup final, but not the one taking ce four dayster at Wembley; rather, it was the final for the Youth FA Cup.


    In the first leg of the final, Millwall had drawn 1-1 away to Liverpool, and today marked the second leg with Millwall having home advantage.

 Chapter 155: The Prodigy Who Put Owen on the Bench

    <h4>Chapter 155: The Prodigy Who Put Owen on the Bench</h4>


    Millwall had an impressive record over the past two years, and this season they were truly taking off, which kept the fans'' enthusiasm high. Even during the FA Youth Cup matches, the cramped Den stadium saw more than 70% upancy, with tickets not being too expensive, just ��5.


    Mnie had dressed up thoughtfully today, her deep brown hair elegantly styled, and she wore a fitted red dress that clearly showed her allegiance to the team.


    Sitting beside Aldrich, holding his hand and beaming with joy, she tilted her head and whispered in his ear, "How about a bet?"


    Dressed sharply in a suit, Aldrich raised an eyebrow and smirked, "If Millwall wins the championship, I win; if Liverpool wins, you win. What''s the stake?"


    "Same as before, but with the condition that you have to cook for me."


    "Can you actually cook?"


    "I''m learning."


    "Well, then, I guess that means I''m the one who will end up suffering."


    "Chivalry!"


    "Deal."


    Just as Aldrich finished speaking, Andrew, sitting in the row below, turned around and chuckled, "Can I mooch a meal?"


    He had brought along his new model girlfriend to watch the game. The slender beauty, rumored to be a French supermodel, seemed a bit lost, clearly uninterested in watching the kids y football.


    Aldrich smiled and replied, "Chivalry."


    Andrew grinned yfully and nodded, "Sure, I won''t intrude on your little world."


    As an agent, Andrew certainly needed to keep an eye on the yers'' performances.


    In Millwall''s starting lineup for today''s FA Youth Cup, there were Gronkjaer, Lampard, Ferdinand, Capdev, Pirlo, and Richard Wright, all of whom were under eighteen beforest season began.


    From goalkeeper through to midfield, there were hopeful stars on every front, though they seemed a bit thin in attack, with Gronkjaer ying as a winger.


    As the yers took to the field, the head coaches were Naji and McAuley.


    Liverpool''s legendary coach, Shankly, once said: "There are two of the best teams in Merseyside: the first is Liverpool, the second is Liverpool''s reserve team."


    At first nce, it might sound boastful, and most likely, 99% of people would think he was just bragging.


    However, this wasn''t the case; the current Liverpool manager, Roy Evans, was once the head coach of the Liverpool reserves. In those days, the reserves were essentially the same as the youth team, primarily tasked with yer development. During Evans''s tenure with the Liverpool reserves, they set numerous records that others could hardly hope to surpass. Even if these were reserve match records, they still held significant value. Moreover, many of the yers from that reserve teamter made a name for themselves in the first team, forming part of the squad that saw Shankly''s sessor, Paisley, win the European Cup three times. Viewed from this angle, Shankly''s brash words weren''t entirely unfounded.


    Now, Liverpool''s youth coach, McAuley, also had a notable background; he was a yer brought in under Shankly but didn''t have much sess on the pitch. So, he devoted himself to studying coaching techniques and tactics. After a few years of dedicated study, he returned to Liverpool and was appointed by Dalglish to continue nurturing young talent.


    The Liverpool team from the 1996 generation that took the field today was precisely the group that McAuley had carefully molded.


    Aldrich had once extended an invitation to McAuley when he was trying to recruit three stars from Liverpoolst year, but was turned down tly.


    Aldrich appreciated McAuley''s perspective on yer development, which contrasted starkly with the mainstream English approach; McAuley didn''t overly emphasize physical confrontations. Instead, he focused on honing yers'' technical skills while cing a strong emphasis on their moral character. If he identified any issues with a yer''s integrity, he wouldn''t sign them, no matter how talented they were.


    After scanning Liverpool''s lineup, Aldrich felt a twinge of doubt.


    Among these talented yers, he recognized Carragher and David Thompson, yet the rest didn''t achieve significant fameter on��much like the ''92 ss where not every yer ended up sessful, there were just a few standout stars, and that was something that couldn''t be easily replicated.


    Bending down, Aldrich leaned closer to Andrew and asked, "Why aren''t Gerrard and Owen in the starting lineup for Liverpool?"


    Andrew wasn''t one to just y, unlike Aldrich, who was focused on training the team and studying opponents. His job was to observe and scout promising talents, building rtionships beforehand; if he could sign them, great, and if not, it was still beneficial to have friendly ties to establish a broaderwork.


    So, Aldrich''s question was certainly relevant to Andrew, who spent his time moving between various youth teams.


    Andrew pointed at the opposition''s bench and replied, "Look, Thompson took the starting position, so Gerrard has to settle for being a substitute. As for that little Owen, you say he has so much talent��I used to believe that, but I think you may have misjudged him. Just look at David Larmore starting at forward; his name is far bigger than Owen''s, and Owen is just his backup."


    Aldrich felt a bit dizzy and furrowed his brow, "I know about Thompson, but Gerrard being a substitute because hecks distinctiveness��essentially, he''s too well-rounded. His offensive and defensive traits aren''t particrly pronounced; this kind of yer will shine in the future. Tell me more about David Larmore."


    Andrew provided detailed information, clearly having a keen eye on this talented young star.


    David Larmore was a prodigy whom McAuley worked hard to recruit; had he been anyter, Larmore would have ended up with the Scottish giants, sgow Rangers.


    In terms of speed, Owen may be slightly faster than Larmore, but Larmore''s ability to read the game��and his football intellect��was clearly superior to Owen''s, which is why Owen found himself stuck on the bench.


    Aldrich focused his eyes on the Northern Irish prodigy, trying hard to remember if there had ever been a star named Larmore in the European football scene, but he couldn''t recall such a yer.


    He shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought.


    Many gifted yers never manage to realize their potential, which is entirely normal; the sess rate in professional football is astonishingly low. Moreover, even those with talent require the right environment to grow; both external conditions and intrinsic qualities y crucial roles in determining ultimate sess.


    Some yers give up, some get ruined by injuries, some are wasted by coaches, and others get buried in teams that sh with their characteristics...


    At pivotal moments, just a few steps make all the difference; relying solely on hard work isn''t sufficient. Those who seed pave the way to bright futures while those who fall short get lost in obscurity.


    Once the match began, both teams yed with ir; they emphasized tactical attributes quite opposed to the mainstream English football style, meaning that physical confrontations were not particrly fierce. Instead, the focus was on teamwork and individual skill, both of which were bright spots in the matchup.


    For Millwall, their midfield duo was Lampard and Pirlo, with Lampard leaning toward defense while Pirlo served as the central ymaker. Lampard covered arge area, capable of both attacking and defending, and with Pirlo receiving defensive support from Lampard, along with attacks being well-coordinated, they maintained solid possession of the ball.


    However, Millwall struggled with no reliable striker; apart from Gronkjaer, who exhibited speed and skill, the other two forwards and the attacking midfielder had average talent, focusing more on teamwork than showcasing individual skills.


    This left Millwall''s offense strong in possession butcking in goals.


    Liverpool, on their end, yed effectively, executing quick counterattacks with notable impact. Thompson showcased impressive attacking and defensive skills while demonstrating a significant running range.


    Aldrich was paying close attention to Thompson but also keeping an eye on Larmore''s performance up front.


    He was curious to see what such a prodigy had in store to keep Owen benched.


    Soon enough, Larmore gave Aldrich exactly what he was looking for.


    His off-the-ball movements were very proactive, ensuring that defenders couldn''t effectively mark him.


    In one attacking y down the nk, Larmore initially pressed toward the center before suddenly pulling back to meet a perfectly timed pass, his footwork remarkably adept as he expertly nudged the ball. Just as the ball threaded through Ferdinand''s legs, Larmore smoothly maneuvered around him, timing his shot perfectly to strike the ball into the defended by Wright.


    Liverpool took a 1-0 lead away.


    Aldrich sat there, utterly stunned.


    This wasn''t solely about technique; his prior awarenessbined with the rhythmic weight shifting while the defender repositioned made for a striking personal performance.


    "Ha! I told you, he''s the real talent; Owen''s just slightly faster," Andrewughed heartily.


    Mnie, beaming, leaned into Aldrich''s ear andughed, "I''m winning this for sure!"


    Aldrich shrugged, "There''s still plenty of time left in the match."


    Millwall had conceded, and Liverpool had scored, but neither coach celebrated nor expressed disappointment.


    McAuley and Naji, as youth team coaches, understood this match bore little significance.


    Training the yers mattered far more than winning any championship.


    This philosophyrgely holds in European youth development, where national teams across various age categories often deliverckluster performances in internationalpetitions. Critics might say these kids are unreliable��they score plenty but also concede in droves, not appearing impressive.


    In reality, this disconnect stems from the stark contrast between youth training principles and those of senior teams; senior teams need results, while youth teams do not!


    Because youth teams focus on developing talent rather than chasing trophies.


    Coaches ce less harsh demands on young yers; it''s more important for them to showcase their talents, where creativity and spontaneity are encouraged more than in professional yers. Thus, "chaotic" scorelines are not surprising.


    The oues of youthpetitions are not as vital, just like how topping your ss in elementary school, high school, and even college entrance exams don''t necessarily determine long-term sess��the true testes when stepping into society.


    Millwall quickly equalized; Gronkjaer had made notable progress over the past few months, particrly in his ball-handling skills. Combined with his decent burst of speed, his shot after cutting inside, while not perfectly angled, saw Liverpool''s goalkeeper fumble and let the ball sneak through his arms.


    In the second half, Lampard helped the team regain the lead with a powerful long-range shot, and just before the end, Pirlo advanced with the ball and made a brilliant pass that sliced through Liverpool''s defense. Gronkjaer made a well-timed run, rounded the goalkeeper, and slotted the ball into an empty, sealing the score at 3-1.


    Millwall hoisted the FA Youth Cup trophy for the season.


    As the match concluded, Aldrich, along with the other spectators, rose to apud the young yers'' performances.


    He leaned forward and asked Andrew, "Do you know how much longer David Larmore''s contract has?"


    "Yeah, he''s still got one year left with Liverpool, but they''re considering a new contract for him. They wouldn''t want to let go of such a prodigy," Andrew replied.


    "Keep an eye on his contract. If there''s an opportunity, I want to bring him to Millwall; a yer like that is wasted at Liverpool," Aldrich said.


    "Sure, I''ll keep track of it."


    In this match, beyond scoring, Larmore created many opportunities for his teammates; he performed just as well as Thompson within Liverpool, though it seemed his teammates struggled to keep pace with his thoughts, oftengging behind in their coordination.


    Yet, this type of yer was exactly what Aldrich favored��a forward with an excellent ability to read the game, a keen sense of ymaking, and impressive speed and explosiveness. Being able to both pass and score easily warranted hisbel as a prodigy.


    As Aldrich walked out of the Den stadium, he joked with Mnie, "So you''re learning to cook? I just hope it doesn''t leave me running to the bathroom."


    Mnie looked back at him, surprised, and said, "What does that have to do with me? You won!"


    "Yeah, I did win, so you owe me dinner."


    "No, no, no! Whoever wins pays. Aldrich the chef, you''ll be showing off your skills tonight."


    Aldrich was taken aback, then let out a wry smile as he shook his head and climbed into his old BMW.

 Chapter 156: Thank you, Liverpool

    <h4>Chapter 156: Thank you, Liverpool</h4>


    May 10th.


    Millwall faced Liverpool at Wembley, aiming for the FA Cup championship.


    Once again, Millwall''s fans surged into Wembley Stadium like a tidal wave, while Liverpool''s supporters, who had traveled from afar, were not willing to be outdone and did their best to amplify the atmosphere within the stadium.


    The preparations for this final were calm for Millwall. Aldrich declined all interviews, and the usual training intensity was eased, with sessions adjusted based on the yers'' physical conditions. At this point, the coach understood that he couldn''t expect miraculous improvements from training; it was more about ensuring that the entire team was in the right state of mind.


    When they arrived at Wembley, Liverpool had already gotten there ahead of them.


    As the yers took the field for warm-ups, they were unexpectedly distracted by a rather striking sight on the pitch.


    Key Liverpool yers, including McManaman, Redknapp, James, McAteer, Kvarme, and Fowler, were gathered together, dressed in elegant cream-colored Armani suits, chatting andughing.


    They looked incredibly refined and exuded a clear air of celebrity.


    This left the Millwall yers stunned.


    What were they doing?


    Aren''t they here to y football?


    Or are they not nning to take the field at all?


    Jensen scolded his yers a few times, urging them to hurry up and warm up, which finally snapped them out of their daze. However, on their way to warm up, they couldn''t help but steal nces at the impably dressed Liverpool yers.


    Indeed, they were shining like stars.


    Jensen looked at the group of Liverpool yers with confusion. Today''s newspapers reported on the "Spicy Guys" incident involving the Liverpool squad, which captured them enjoying a night out at a nightclub prior to the final.


    He couldn''t help but wonder, muttering to himself: "Am I going crazy, or is the world going crazy?"


    These Liverpool yers, whose honors were painfully few, were they nning to stop ying football entirely?


    Aldrich stood in the yers'' tunnel, coldly observing the scene.


    He felt pity for Liverpool.


    Aldrich could not grasp the thinking of Roy Evans, the manager. Supposedly, as a former disciple of Shankly, he should have been in the best position toprehend the spirit that Shankly cultivated within the Liverpool team. Yet how had this batch of talented Liverpool yers, capable of rivaling Manchester United,e to abandon even the most basic team discipline while under his guidance?


    McManaman and Fowler prided themselves on their ostentatious disys, believing this reflected a unique and edgy personality. However, Aldrich found them utterly pathetic and absurd.


    While he was also celebrated by the media for having a distinctive character, his identity was firmly rooted in football and focused on the pursuit of victory.


    The idea that a professional yer could equate womanizing, drug abuse, and unting wealth with a sense of individuality is not only ridiculous but also a clear indication of ack of maturity and perspective.


    He couldn''t understand why these Liverpool yers, who hadn''t even secured a top league title, strutted around like they were on a runway.


    Aftermenting Liverpool''s fate, Aldrich suddenly thought: If these yers could enforce self-discipline and focus entirely on the pitch, in a couple of years, with reinforcements like Carragher, Gerrard, Owen, and, oh, the newly signed Hyypi?, Liverpool would have no trouble dominating.


    Wait...


    What was that idea?


    Aldrich raised his head, a sudden thought shing through his mind, prompting him to pull out his phone and send a text to Andrew.


    "Find a yer: Sami Hyypi?."


    Since the beginning of this year, thepetition for yer acquisitions had intensified. Back in February, UEFA officially enforced the Bosman ruling, a culmination of the EU negotiations, even promoting the idea of abolishing the transfer system. They argued that yers should have the right to choose where they work, forcing FIFA to step in to support UEFA, or else it would threaten the foundation of professional football.


    If yers could transfer at any moment, not only would the rules of football be chaotic, but hundreds of clubs would likely file for bankruptcy and game activities would dwindle. Previously, clubs could develop yers and sell them for profit, but if there''s no transfer fee ie, who would bother to establish youth training systems?


    The Bosman ruling marked a pivotal change in the rtionship between yers and clubs, shifting it from one of subservience to a more bnced dynamic. This new environment enabled Stam to negotiate an agreement with Aldrich. Previously, in other clubs, if a yer wished to leave, the club would simply refuse to let them. Once the contract expired, if the yer didn''t want to y, they still couldn''t join another club.


    Clubs'' previously dominant stances were beginning to weaken, which made Aldrich realize he had less room to recruit talent. yers with any kind of reputation would demand higher wages, and other teams wouldn''t hesitate to throw hefty offers around. With the cost of transfers, sries, and the club''s heritage and fame, Millwall found it hard topete.


    He suddenly thought of Hyypi? and wondered if he could bring him in early. Even though the team had ample depth in the center-back position, Millwall still faced the threat of poaching from various clubs, so he felt it necessary to n ahead.


    As the kickoff approached, the Liverpool yers finally shed their light cream suits and began to warm up for the match.


    Aldrich returned to the locker room, waiting for his yers.


    Once the yers filed in one by one, Aldrich crossed his arms and asked with a rxed smile, "Did you see the Liverpool yers?"


    The yers nodded in unison, their expressions varied, but most found it odd.


    They had never seen yers casually chatting and sipping drinks in suits prior to a match; it made them feel like they''d walked into the wrong ce.


    "Are you envious?"


    Aldrich continued to ask.


    "Trezeguet shouted, "Boss, they''re idiots! We''re here to y football, not to have a meal!"


    His teammates burst intoughter.


    Aldrich snapped his fingers, wearing a serious expression. "I want you to remember them, remember them forever! Until the day you retire, never forget them! It would be best if they haunted your dreams!"


    The yers exchanged bewildered nces, unsure why Aldrich was saying this.


    They were all men; why would they need to remember a bunch of guys?


    Aldrich gritted his teeth and said, "Fowler has scored quite a few goals this season, and McManaman has made 25 assists. Are they good yers? Yes! Are they outstanding? Absolutely! But they are finished, their careers only amount to this! How much potential do they have? I believe it''s not less than ours! But they''ve chosen to decline, to squander their youth, to show no ambition! You must remember them, never forget them! Open your eyes and look at those Liverpool stars in their suits today and imagine what their careers will be! I can tell you��they will be remembered for one reason only: as a warning! A lesson for all managers, like me reminding you now: don''t be like them! If you mimic them, you''re finished! No matter how great your talent or past efforts, it will all be in vain, hastening your career''s death. You might retire without a single champion medal to console yourself! If you follow them, you''ll only regret why you didn''t stop yourself earlier, why you didn''t exercise self-control, why you didn''t spend more time on the pitch, and why your name missed out on greatness!"


    The locker room fell silent, Aldrich spoke passionately, eventually raising his voice.


    The yers'' expressions shifted fromughter at Liverpool''s expense to seriousness and determination.


    Aldrich wasn''t going to sugarcoat his advice; every lesson must leave an impact. Usually, saying this would have little effect, but today, he sincerely appreciated Liverpool''s yers.


    Thank you for letting me use you as a cautionary example for my yers.


    "Why has Liverpool shown up at Wembley? Oh, right, for that coveted trophy! But here they are, strutting in their posh suits, chatting away like they''re at a cocktail party, obviously looking down their noses at us. It''s utterly mind-boggling! They had a wild night out and still have the gall to believe they can stroll in and defeat us for the title today. Have they really erased the memories of us beating them twice in the league? Apparently, they need the lessons tattooed on their foreheads. Our hard work seems utterly insignificant in their eyes. Tell me, are we really just going to let them prance around in victory? Are we going to let those well-dressed chaps unt their sess? Will we sit back and watch them switch from suits to kits just to y and then back to suits to collect their trophy? Seriously, can anyone actually ept such ridiculousness?!"


    "No!"


    The yers shouted in unison.


    Aldrich fixed them with a determined gaze and asked, "What should we do?"


    "Destroy Liverpool!"


    "Not enough! That''s far from enough! You must tell everyone at Liverpool: they''re a bunch of fools, idiots, morons! We''ll show them through our actions that we are the true champions of the pitch! We work hard, we are focused, we are united, and we will lift the champion trophy and thenugh at them, encouraging them to enjoy their nights at the nightclub. In the end, we''ll turn away without a second nce. They are garbage; we don''t need to care about them, even if they cry, rage, or plead for pity! Because we are strong! On the football field, we don''t know what pity is��that''s the domain of the weak. Save that for Liverpool."


    "Yes!"


    The yers'' fighting spirit was fully unleashed. Aldrich''s gaze swept across each yer, urging them forward with a nod, signaling them to take the field.


    But just as the team strode confidently out of the locker room, Aldrich stopped Pirlo.


    Once it was just the two of them left in the locker room, Aldrich fixed his gaze on Pirlo, asking in a serious tone, "Andrea, what''s going on with you?"


    "Pirlo seemed overly calm today; while his teammates were already brimming with fighting spirit, he appeared somewhat anxious, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he sat in the chair.


    "Boss, today is the final, I... I...'' he stammered."


    he stammered.


    Aldrich patted his shoulder in reassurance. "Don''t worry, just y like you normally do."


    "But I''m only 17!"


    Pirlo replied.


    Bang!


    Aldrich mmed his fist against the locker behind Pirlo, his eyes wide as he stared intensely into Pirlo''s eyes, a burning fire within them.


    "Pirlo, today is the FA Cup final, the most historic cup involving the most teams! I know you''re nervous and worried about your performance, but I believe in you. Ask me a hundred times, and I''ll tell you: I have faith in you. So, as your coach, I have no issues. Now, it''s your turn. Yes, you''re 17. Matthaus yed for his country at 18, Seedorf and Kluivert won the Champions League at 18, and Fowler at 18��damn it��reced Rush in Liverpool! Overmars, at 18, carried the team, and Shearer scored a hat-trick against Arsenal at just 17 . "If you think you can''t manage the pressure of today''s match at 17, wait a couple more years. Just tell me right now, and I''ll take you off the starting list."


    Younger yers like Back and Vieira, who are just two years older than you, are eager to start every match! Do you know what Trezeguet did when he joined the team at just under 17? I started him, and he proudly nodded, saying, ''Boss, leave it to me. I will score!'' Match after match, he would tell me, ''Boss, I scored today. Let me start next time,'' or ''Boss, I was a bit unlucky today, but I will score next time, so please let me start!'' Pirlo, tell me, what do you say to me now that you''re 17?"

 Chapter 157: The Heart of a Lion

    <h4>Chapter 157: The Heart of a Lion</h4>


    "As Pirlo stepped onto the pitchst, his demeanor had transformed into one of determination, and his youthful, handsome face was marked by resoluteness."


    Aldrich emerged from the yer tunnel, immediately capturing the attention of the cameras. He watched Pirlo from the sidelines, feeling a slight sense of reassurance. Unlike Trezeguet, who returned to Europe from Argentina as if transitioning from the countryside to the big city, Aldrich charged in headfirst, fueled only by a fierce spirit to carve out his own space in the sky.


    Influenced by the Italian football atmosphere, Pirlo''s mind appeared remarkablyposed, impacting his mentality both positively and negatively. He understood what qualities a great yer should possess, but at times, his excessive rationality could dial back that fearless drive.


    He worried about his strength, especially since he was facing a traditional powerhouse, Liverpool, today. This match was different from when Aldrich had named him a starter against Tottenham; today was the final that would determine the champion.


    Sometimes, yers be lost in self-doubt, and at critical times, they need someone to remind them of their potential. If Aldrich told Pirlo, "Yes, you''re still young, let''s wait a bit. No rush, I won''t put pressure on you; just sit on the bench," Aldrich feared that Pirlo might end up stuck there indefinitely.


    This barrier in front of him was one he had to cross boldly to truly transform. Was he young? Yes. But what of it? Were Rooney and Owen not young when they made their names? Shearer, Jamie Redknapp, Giggs, Fowler, and theter Santi Cazo weren''t stars from other leagues; they were all from the Premier League.


    In terms of ability and talent, Aldrich didn''t believe Pirlo would fall short of any contemporary or future stars. In the past season, Pirlo had immersed himself in Millwall''s tactical system through months of training. Aldrich''s expectations were simple: manage the midfield, no need to overly pursue other specifics, whether it was long shots or making runs, do what was possible, and if not, no one would me him.


    "The 95-96 FA Cup final is about to kick off, featuring two teams: Liverpool and Millwall. Both are clubs from the top tier. If we look at their history, everyone knows Liverpool, but this season, Millwall has made a ssh in the Premier League, finishing as league runners-up and winning the League Cup. Each season, there''s always a newly promoted team that surprises us; for instance, Leeds United, Newcastle, Nottingham Forest in recent years. This season, Millwall shines, and many of their yers have emerged as Premier League stars. Under Aldrich Hall''s coaching, Millwall''s tactics have be a highlight in the Premier League, and countless analysts are dissecting their ying style with intense debate."


    "We see Millwall''s starting lineup today. It seems Coach Hall haspletely abandoned the 4-4-2 formation. In thest two rounds, they appeared in a 4-3-3 formation, and today is no different. Starting goalkeeper: Keller. Defenders: Thuram, Stam, Elgarr, Zambrotta. Midfielders: Makelele, Pirlo, Nedved. Forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko. Pires is absent due to a leg injury, so Larsson ys on the left wing, with Ukrainian youngster Shevchenko on the right. For Liverpool, the starters are: James in goal, defenders: Jones, Wright, Scales, Ruddock. Midfielders: McAteer, Barnes, Redknapp, McManaman. Forwards: Fowler, Collymore. It looks like today''s match will see a goal frenzy between Liverpool, the second strongest attacking side, and Millwall, who rank third for offensive power."


    After the teams shook hands, captain Nedved stepped to the referee, awaiting the kickoff decision. The Liverpool fans sang joyously, and Millwall''s supporters were not to be outdone, but their songs changed.


    "Everyone likes us, but we don''t care!"


    Hearing this chant brought a knowing smile to Aldrich''s face; this was the spirit of Millwall. They kicked off, and the match began.


    In the first five minutes, Millwall seemed to y conservatively, exchanging passes in their midfield and defense to limate to the pitch. The ball rolled differently on various grass, affecting the speed and trajectory. The yers had to adapt to how the ball felt. It was also a mode of observation and testing, gauging Liverpool''s form today.


    Liverpool''s key yers had partied hard the night before; upon entering the pitch, they looked sluggish. Aldrich silentlyughed to himself: If Millwall lost to this bunch of slower yers, could they still call themselves the Lions?


    With a casual wave of his hand, he directed the team clearly: attack, no more stalling.


    Pirlo, serving as the organizing midfielder today, maintained high focus. He observed before receiving the ball and moved without it, often nning his next step before actually getting the ball. In the locker room, Aldrich''s roar hadpletely energized him �C he needed not just his own confidence but also the reassurance from others, which Aldrich consistently provided!


    Liverpool was tightly marking Nedved, but his vast movement often allowed him to make a quick pass, frustrating the exhausted Liverpool yers who couldn''t even get a hand on his shirt. Meanwhile, Pirlo maintained ball possession at his feet; when not under ferocious pressure, passing came easily.


    Zambrotta and Thuram surged up to support the attack, quickly showcasing Millwall''s offensive edge. Liverpool couldn''t keep up with their pace.


    Ruddock, the heavier yer, struggled to recover after being outmaneuvered by Thuram and Shevchenko in a one-two y, and fell as he chased back. Thuram carried the ball down the nk, not rushing to cross, instead cutting inside and forcing Liverpool''s defense to press against him. Once he attracted defenders, he sent a precise pass toward the edge of the box.


    Shevchenko, running to the side, deliberately let the ball slip through his legs, momentarily confusing Liverpool''s defenders. This left Nedvedpletely unmarked at the top of the box. With determination, he unleashed a powerful shot, watching intently as the ball soared towards the.


    David James stood frozen, failing to react. He had been focused on Shevchenko, expecting him to receive Thuram''s pass, and thus didn''t anticipate Nedved''s intervention. The ball went past James''s armpit, rolling into the goal.


    "It''s in! In the twelfth minute, Nedved exploded the, opening Millwall''s ount against Liverpool, who looked sluggish and out of sorts. Millwall was creating local advantages through their positional y. It''s astonishing to see more Millwall yers in front of Liverpool''s goal. Nedved scored for Millwall; could they be the double champions this season?!"


    Nedved ran towards the corner g, lifting his head high, and demonstrated a kiss to the club crest in front of thousands of roaring Millwall supporters behind him. His teammates rushed to catch up, raising their fists in celebration.


    Aldrich closed his eyes, pulling his fist tightly before him, moving it up and down in contained jubtion. This match was a preview of the tactical y Millwall would adopt next season.


    Combining wings and midfield attacks, their offense wasn''t just reliant on the deep-lying ymaker; the full-backs joined the attack seamlessly. Nedved''s organizing role might diminish, but his threat towards the goal would sharply increase, as he would need to drive into the box more frequently! His presence would also draw defensive attention away from Pirlo, allowing him more room to operate, a symbiotic rtionship.


    After conceding, Liverpoolunched into furious attacks, yet their wing crosses weren''t concerning; Redknapp''s attempt to break through was intercepted by Makelele, who immediately passed to Pirlo.


    Pirlo charged forward, and after a wall pass with Nedved, he approached the box. Liverpool defender Scales stood to confront him, but Pirlo calmly delivered a direct pass right through to Shevchenko, who met the ball with a powerful volley. James was once again caught off-guard; he reacted toote as the ball slid through and into the.


    "Twenty minutes into the match, Millwall leads by two goals! What''s Liverpool doing? They seempletely out of sorts, while Millwall is ying astonishingly. This counterattackpletely broke through Liverpool''s defense. Just days shy of his seventeenth birthday, young Italian Pirlo coolly delivered the assist! Shevchenko was eager to score himself and took the shot. Luckily, he didn''t waste a golden opportunity, as Trezeguet and Larsson were both in position for an easy tap-in if he had passed instead. Regardless, Millwall leads by two goals!"


    After Shevchenko scored, he dashed toward Pirlo, who had assisted him, yet Pirlo turned and sprinted towards the coaching area.


    Aldrich was surrounded by people. Through the crowd, Pirlo reached Aldrich, who hugged him tightly, asking excitedly, "How are you feeling? Can you handle this game?"


    Pirlo embraced Aldrich with fervor, yelling, "Boss, I''m fine! I''m all good!"


    "Not just fine; you need to enjoy the match! This is your stage! Tell the world you''re Pirlo, not the next Baggio��you''re Pirlo, in and simple!"


    The entire team converged, celebrating the second goal''s birth. Liverpool stood stunned.


    Evans was at a loss. He couldn''t even pinpoint which of Millwall''s midfield attackers was a greater threat: was it Nedved or Pirlo? One had scored, the other provided the assist.


    Millwall''s offensive approach was relentless; even young Redknapp, who pushed forward only to lose the ball, was left with nothing but a defensively exposed mid-section. Even if there were two holding midfielders, they could easily be toyed with.


    After the celebration ended, Aldrich gestured from the sidelines, urging the crowd for even louder cheers.


    This is London; let the Liverpool yers fear this ce!


    But Liverpool was determined to attack��failure to do so would allow their opponents to im the championship.


    Yet today, Millwall''s performance was ster. Their rested first-team yers all showcased exceptional individual y thatplemented their teamwork!


    Larsson, afterbining with Zambrotta down the left nk, cut inside before deceiving Wright with a feint, making his way into the area. Against James''s charge, he gracefully slotted the ball, which rolled past James and into the.


    With thirty-six minutes gone in the first half, Millwall led by three goals!


    Liverpool waspletely lost!


    The more they attacked, the less coherent they appeared.


    Before the first half concluded, Millwall executed a series of smooth passingbinations. Trezeguet used his body to hold off Scales in the box, returning the ball to Nedved, who unleashed another fierce shot into Liverpool''s.


    4-0


    The first half already presented an astonishing scoreline!


    Nedved dashed around the field, even removing his shirt to reveal his muscr physique.


    shes from cameras continuously erupted at the sidelines, almost blinding.


    Millwall''s ambition and teamwork had thoroughly crushed Liverpool by halftime!

 Chapter 158: The Twin Cups King Who Makes History

    <h4>Chapter 158: The Twin Cups King Who Makes History</h4>


    During the halftime break, the entire Millwall team was buzzing with excitement and pride, but Aldrich issued a strict order: no one was allowed to let their guard down in the second half!


    A team must not develop acent attitude just because they have a lead; it''s a dangerous mindset. If it bes a habit, it can turn aedy into a tragedy at critical moments.


    Aldrich''s demands might seem harsh, but that''s his coaching style. It subtly keeps the yers focused for all ny minutes of the match.


    Anyone who rxes will find themselves substituted without hesitation.


    Liverpool made some adjustments during the break, psychologically shaken but showing a clear change in their formation. Roy Evans tightened the central defense, pushing the wingers topress towards the middle, aiming to limit the influence of Pirlo and Nedved.


    Aldrich remained entirely unfazed by the opponent''s tactic. He even thought about walking over to Evans to say, "Your forwards need to track back; otherwise, your defense is going to have ws��unless you n to keep a bus parked in front of the goal."


    Even if Liverpool bolstered their central defense, Aldrich did not fear the challenge as long as Fowler and Collymore stayed limited in their ability to retreat.


    If the middle isn''t working, there are always the wings.


    The nks truly became Millwall''s territory after Liverpool shifted their defensive focus.


    Thuram and Zambrotta frequently pushed forward, turning passes from the baseline or forty-five degrees into immediate threats.


    Trezeguet and Nedved scored headers in the sixty-third and sixty-ninth minutes, respectively.


    Liverpool fans in the stands were left in shock.


    Seventy minutes into the match, the score was 6-0!


    There was no doubt Liverpool was facing a heavy defeat, but the only question was by how many goals.


    Even the prestigious Liverpool team could no longer afford to y recklessly.


    McAteer elbowed Nedved. Although Nedved got up after falling, rubbing his face while standing still, the referee showed McAteer a red card amidst the furious jeers from the Millwall fans.


    Liverpool resorted to desperate, shameless tactics, and Aldrich used all three of his substitutions.


    Schneider came on for Thuram.


    Capdev reced Zambrotta.


    Vieira took over from Pirlo.


    Every substitution was carefully matched.


    Making his first appearance at right-back, Schneider almost yed like a wing-back in thest twenty minutes, defending with no pressure and freely joining the attack.


    During the chaos, Schneider delivered a high ball into the box. Trezeguet leaped high to head it, only to be met by James''s fists striking his face.


    The referee awarded a penalty.


    After hitting the ground, Trezeguet took a moment to get up. Aldrich angrily shouted at the fourth official, "What is he hesitating about? That was a damn red-card offense! In another context, that would be murder!"


    Trezeguety on the grass, but halfway through the team doctor''s run over, he propped himself up, shook his head, and appeared somewhat dazed.


    The referee, fearing a further send-off for Liverpool, opted only to show James a yellow card.


    Trezeguet went to the sidelines to be examined by the team doctor. He had just taken a fall and felt a little dazed, but it seemed like nothing serious. The doctor determined that there were no signs of a concussion, and thus allowed him to return to the game.


    Larsen took the penalty and scored. With just eight minutes left, Millwall had extended their lead to 7-0.


    Finally, just as Liverpool thought the match was winding down, Aldrich waved his hand, urging his center-backs to join the offensive, asionally needing to cultivate the ability of defenders to assist in attacks�� after all, sometimes a defender storming forward could yield surprising results.


    Indeed, in stoppage time, Elghra found an opportunity in the crowd and used his knee to direct a cross into the Liverpool.


    The Spanish defender removed his shirt as the Millwall fans celebrated. By now, the Liverpool supporters had long since exited, while Millwall''s fans sang joyfully in unison, reveling in their celebration throughout the second half.


    8-0.


    In Aldrich''s first match officially deploying his starters in a new tactical approach, the team had achieved andmark victory.


    With multiple yers scoring, the offensive power was astounding.


    This was also thanks to Liverpool''s woeful performance, which was akin to a dream while on the pitch.


    When the final whistle blew, Aldrich raised both fists towards the stands, and Millwall''s fans collectively bowed in homage.


    "I can''t believe it, I can''t believe it, I can''t believe it... I feel like I''m dreaming, yet everything before me is real. Millwall has set a series of records in the FA Cup final. Scoring eight goals in one match is unprecedented, while a total of eight goals has also created history, along with thergest margin of victory in a final. Especially in this match where the opposing team was Ennd''s traditional powerhouse Liverpool, it makes this history all the more convincing. The Liverpool yers copsed on the ground; they should be ashamed of themselves��they are unworthy of wearing the red jersey. Considering the scandal they faced today and the way they casually joked in suits before the match, what were they even thinking? They have added a humiliating record to Liverpool''s history, one that might well stand for a long time. Congrattions to Millwall, Hall''s team truly deserves this victory. Their hard work throughout the season culminated in this��domestic double winners and league runners-up. Aldrich-Hall, the young manager rewriting English football history, deserves our apuse, along with the Millwall team he leads!"


    The yers sprinted around the field, celebrating together, high-fiving and raising their fists in joy...


    Compared to two months ago when fans stormed the field in wild celebration, today they managed to control their emotions��though some still wept, and some knelt, pointing to the sky. They stayed in the stands, cheering loudly for Millwall, even as their hands became sore from pping.


    Aldrich began to walk towards the field as reporters rushed to surround him, microphones pushed into his face.


    "Mr. Hall, how do you evaluate Liverpool''s performance?"


    "Don''tpare my team to Liverpool," he retorted.


    "Are you disrespecting Liverpool just because Millwall won?"


    "No, I thinkparing my yers to a bunch of party-loving misfits is disrespectful to my yers. We toiled for this victory. The Liverpool I remember was a tough team, disciplined and resolute. Was today''s opponent really Liverpool? Sorry, but I saw none of that spirit in my opponents today. Now, I''m going to celebrate with my yers. We can talk about post-match presster."


    Aldrich pushed through the crowd to join the yers and coaches. The entire team linked arms, moving to each stand to thank the fans.


    FA official Weissmann watched the Millwall yers and coaches on the pitch, genuinely smiling.


    Today''s match was truly fantastic.


    Millwall performed excellently this season, delivering a plethora of ssic matches��these are promotional highlights for English football.


    In the 95-96 season, Millwall became the second team in English history to achieve the domestic double after Arsenal!


    After winning the FA Cup, Millwall hosted several celebrations, showcasing the two trophies at their home ground. Following a few days of low-key festivities, Aldrich called a meeting with the team.


    Some yers decided to stay in London as their national teams wereing to prepare for the Ennd Euro Cup, which kick-off on June 8.


    Nedved approached Aldrich, expressing that the Czech national team wanted to borrow Millwall''s training facilities and stay at the club''s training hotel.


    Nedved was familiar with the area and knew that Millwall''s training facilities were top-notch. Indoor training could also be conducted at the hotel to avoid external disruptions.


    Although Millwall''s Lions'' Den Stadium might be small and simple, the training facility that Aldrich tirelessly developed was undoubtedly top-notch in the Premier League, just not very spacious. But as they say, "a sparrow may be small but has all its vital organs," and it could help the team maintain match fitness quickly andprehensively.


    Aldrich happily agreed, knowing that Millwall was not part of the FA''s ns for the Euro, as long as the Czech national team coordinated with the FA, no problem staying in East London.


    In the final team meeting of the season, Aldrich looked at his casually dressed yers, smiling widely as he asked, "Did you enjoy this season?"


    "Yes!"


    "How does being champions feel?"


    "It''s awesome!"


    "Is that enough?"


    "Not enough!"


    "Alright, the holiday begins��see you in two and a half months! When youe back, let''s conquer Ennd together!"


    "Okay!"


    Without international duties, the yers were thrilled and excited to go on holiday, while those with national team obligations still wore smiles.


    The achievements they secured over the past season were enough to show off to their teammates in the national team.


    After greeting each yer, Aldrich was thest to leave the meeting room.


    Most of the coaches chose to take a short trip and would return next month to watch the Ennd Euro Cup.


    Aldrich was overwhelmed with media requests, and after the meeting, he filmed a BBC interview on the training field, cradling a trophy in each hand for the camera.


    During the interview, Aldrich didn''t dwell too much on himself; he credited the yers instead.


    He emphasized that he was merely a dedicated head coach, while the yers beneath him possessed exceptional professionalism and talent. Their hard work was what made the team strong, and the honors rightfully belonged to them.


    As the Manager of the Year, Aldrich did not get carried away; rather, he was troubled.


    Andrew informed him that many teams had started making private approaches regarding Millwall''s yers.


    The most threatening interest came from Serie A.


    As for Hyypi?, Andrew quickly identified him through his information database, as Hyypi? had already made a name for himself in the Nethends.


    It wouldn''t be hard for Aldrich to introduce Hyypi?.


    First, he would need to pay the transfer fee.


    Second, he would have to promise a starting position.


    Regrettably, Aldrich cannot fulfill these two demands during this summer.


    Club CEO Adam sat in Aldrich''s office and ced a financial report in front of him.


    "What does this mean?"


    "Because of our victory, we''ve incurred quite a number of bonuses, coupled with the high wage expenditures over the past year. To put it simply, even if you don''t spend a penny this summer, we won''t have the funds to pay the yers when winter arrives."


    Adam''s words gave Aldrich a headache.


    Millwall''s total wage expenditures, including staff, coaches, and yers, were the highest in Ennd.


    Over the past year, it exceeded twenty million pounds, while Millwall''s ie wasn''t enough to break even��not even close to half.


    This left the club with just over six hundred thousand pounds.


    Aldrich scratched his head in thought for a while.


    If only it were 1997.


    In 1997, the Premier League would renew broadcasting contracts, resulting in at least a threefold increase in revenue, especially since some of it would hit the club''s ounts before the season began, allowing Millwall to weather the year.


    Aldrich had also crunched the numbers in his mind; he knew that solely relying on club operations wouldn''t offset the financial pressure from high wages. Hence, Solskj?r''s departure wasn''t purelypetitive in nature.


    Summer would bring seven million pounds in transfer fees.


    Would that be enough to help Millwall through the next season?


    <strong>Volume Two: The King of London - End.</strong>


    <strong>Next Volume: Road to Ascendancy</strong>

 Chapter 159: A Birthday Surprise

    <h4>Chapter 159: A Birthday Surprise</h4>


    As the Ennd European Cup approaches in half a month, Aldrich has no ns for investments in the transfer market this summer due to financial reasons. With no spending at all, he also aims to keep the club''s current squad intact.


    Benitez has finally returned to Spain, but he''s only there to pack up some belongings. A week ago, he was job hunting in London, aiming for Millwall FC. It seems Benitez has realized that being an excellent head coach involves more than just tactical knowledge on paper; he wants to stay at Millwall to learn about team management. At the same time, he believes he can elevate Millwall to new heights.


    After all, he is a coach who spent many years with Real Madrid''s B team, and his experience in developing young yers is precisely what Millwall needs.


    Aldrich epted his job application, and in the new season, Benitez will join the coaching staff of Millwall''s first team as an assistant coach.


    On May 20th, the sun is shining brightly. Aldrich has recently turned into a recluse, spending his days at home, either sleeping, working out, watching movies, or reading. For two straight years, he has been immersed in work, running around during the transfer period and working day and night during the season, and he truly needs a break. Hence, these days have been peaceful, allowing him to recover not just physically but also mentally.


    Ding-dong.


    The doorbell rings.


    Dressed in shorts and a white shirt at home, Aldrich, who is sitting on the couch watching a movie while holding a bowl of ice cream, puts down his bowl and spoon, not caring about his appearance as he gets up to answer the door.


    When he opens the door, a fragrant scent wafts in.


    "Aldrich, happy birthday!"


    "Hey! What''s on your lips?"


    Mnie, dressed in a sleeveless white dress, rushes in and wraps her arms around Aldrich''s neck, giving him an affectionate kiss.


    Aldrich wipes the ice cream off his lips and, wrapping his arms around her waist, asks in surprise, "Are you off today too?"


    Mnie, looking delighted, wiggles in his embrace and says, "Yes! I came to keep youpany. Close your eyes."


    Aldrich slightly leans back, looking confused. "We don''t need to y those childish games; you''ve already kissed me."


    Mnie, eyes wide in mock threat, says, "Close your eyes, or I''ll take a picture of you like this!"


    Aldrich reluctantly closed his eyes, and then he felt Mnie move behind him, her soft body pressing against his back as her hands tightly covered his eyes. She whispered in his ear, "Slowly walk forward."


    Unsure of her n, Aldrich obediently walks forward. Once outside, the sun warms his skin, and he sighs, saying, "There''s a staircase ahead. If I keep going, I''ll fall down, and I''d rather you take a picture of my messy appearance."


    Finally, Mnie releases her hands and shouts in his ear, "Happy birthday!"


    Aldrich opens his eyes to a picture-perfect scene.


    On the road outside the simple fence of thewn, a sleek, metallic silver sports car is parked, and Victoria, dressed in a ck dress, spins the car keys on her finger, a yful smile curving her lips.


    Aldrich knows today is his birthday; however, at his psychological age, birthdays have be less significant. There''s no need for grand celebrations that draw too much attention.


    Just seeing Mnie in front of him, wishing him a happy birthday, is enough to touch his heart.


    Surprised by the scene before him, Aldrich stammers, "Is this Victoria''s new car? It''s great."


    Not being a car enthusiast, he hadn''t nned on buying an expensive car. The narrow roads in London make drivingrger luxury vehicles quite troublesome.


    Mnie, hugging his neck from behind, yfully says, "It''s not hers; it''s a gift for you. Do you like it?"


    Just by looking at the car''s style, Aldrich realizes it must be quite costly. He shakes his head and chuckles, "It''s too extravagant."


    "Hey, hey, hey! You said before that if I gifted you a Ferrari in the future, you''d definitely ept it with a smile!"


    Mnie pouts yfully in his ear.


    Aldrich recalls something along those lines, but it was merely a joke at the time.


    Victoria tosses the car keys to Aldrich, smiles at them, and walks away. Outside themunity, she gets into her new white BMW.


    It seems she''s making a lot of money.


    The Spice Girls created a sensation when they debutedst year, dominating the UK charts with their first album for over a month. Their sales figures were astounding, and their rapid rise is unprecedented among group bands. They''re currently recording a movie tailored for them, which feels more like a promotional piece, set to release alongside their second album.


    "You shouldn''t waste money like this; it''s not easy for you to earn it."


    Aldrich turns to look at Mnie, trying to sound a bit like a caring elder.


    Mnie, feeling impatient, pushes him towards the sports car, saying, "All you need to do now is feel the vibe��take me for a spin!"


    "Should I change my clothes?"


    "No need! Your shorts and shirt look trendy."


    Aldrich examines the emblem on the car and exims, "Wait, this isn''t a Ferrari; it''s a Lamborghini!"


    Mnieughs, "I''ve never met anyone so strange. You criticize a birthday gift for being too pricey, and now you start nitpicking?"


    Sitting in the driver''s seat of the 1995 Lamborghini Diablo, Aldrich hesitates for a long time before saying, "I should change my clothes. I feel like a farmer in a ne!"


    Mnie bursts intoughter and encourages him to start driving.


    For his birthday this year, Aldrich received many gifts. The ice cream he was enjoying at home was handmade by Ivan, and other friends also sent him presents. For instance, Fred gave him a record, and Brady sent him a postcard from his trip to Scandinavia. Friends and colleagues usually give him small gifts.


    However, he declined the idea of throwing a party at home; he doesn''t like to have a reason to celebrate artificially.


    Driving the new car around the countryside, he and Mnie explored the nearby viges, trying local delicacies and admiring the countryside scenery. Before heading back to London at night, they secretly slipped into a small grove, lifting her white dress, silencing her mouth with his or covering her mouth with his hand. Otherwise, her singing voice would undoubtedly carry far...


    After a few days of their idyllic world, Aldrich unexpectedly received a phone call at home with an invitation.


    "Aldrich, do you have time to watch the European Cup together?"


    "You''reing to Ennd?"


    "No, we''re going to France together. An old friend invited us for a gathering."


    "Ars��ne, don''t you have work in Japan?"


    "The first half of the season is ending soon; I''ll be heading back to France for a vacation at the end of the month. Besides, there''s something I want to discuss with you in person."


    "Okay, I have time. A vacation in France sounds good; I''ve been swamped by reporterstely."


    After hanging up on Wenger, Aldrich shared the uing ns with Mnie, who naturally agreed to join him in France.


    At this moment, the J-League in Japan has only fourteen teams and uses a peculiar single round-robin format split into upper and lower halves of the season; it''s not surprising that Wenger has time this summer.


    The English European Cup attracts widespread attention, and local media discuss this grand European football event daily. As an insider, Aldrich cannot escape the hassle of being pursued; TV stations want him to be a guestmentator or participate in post-match analysis shows, and the FA even sent invitations for him to attend the opening ceremony. Even journalists from other countries came to his door, hoping to interview him about how Millwall''s international yers might perform in the tournament.


    This summer, all he wants is to spend his time quietly, so fleeing London seems like the best choice.


    By the end of May, Aldrich flew to Paris with Mnie. Dressed casually in sunsses, they strolled down the Champs-��lys��es and enjoyed the sun and waves at the beach, sessfully avoiding the paparazzi and making their hearts soar.


    On June 8th, the Ennd European Cup opens.


    Dressed in a suit, Aldrich and Mnie, in a strapless white gown, arrive at a vi in the suburbs of Auxerre.


    The spacious hall is filled with guests, and Mnie casually scans the women present, astonished as her eyes widen. She tugs at Aldrich''s arm, excitedly gesturing and saying, "Look! There''s Malin Farmor and Kaise!"


    Aldrich nces at the group of beautiful, elegant women chatting together, shrugs, and replies, "Sorry, I don''t know them."


    Mnie abandons Aldrich and runs over to mingle; despite her fame, she still has a starry-eyed heart.


    Soon, Aldrich spots a familiar face��Wenger, looking dapper, approaches from afar and leads him to another room.


    "Aldrich, I''ll be coaching Arsenal next season."


    As they walk, Wenger drops this bombshell on Aldrich.


    Feigning surprise, Aldrich chuckles, "So we''ll be derby rivals?"


    "Haha, I''ve wanted topete with you for a long time. Allow me to introduce a few friends."


    Upon entering a side room, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. While the main hall is bustling with mingling socialites, this side room feels like a schrly meeting.


    The men, in tailored suits, stand or sit, and Aldrich is the youngest among them. The older ones range from fifty to sixty. The first person Wenger introduces to Aldrich looks like a typical farmer: short and stout, with a bloated face, giving him the appearance of an entric grandfather.


    However, this man holds considerable fame and is quite the legend in coaching circles.


    Guy Roux has coached the small team Auxerre for over thirty years, leading them from lower leagues to Ligue 1 without a relegation in their history, a record that even many Ligue 1 powerhouses can''t match.


    He is respected and admired by the French public and is a close friend of Wenger.


    There''s also G��rard Houllier, who recently stepped down as France''s national team head coach,


    The iron-willed coach Vahid Halilhod?i? ,Currently is hard at work acquiring coaching knowledge.


    Jean Tigana, who after a tumultuous season, has recently stabilized the situation as the new head coach of Monaco,


    And Luis Fern��ndez, who led Paris Saint-Germain to win the European Cup Winners'' Cupst season.


    Additionally, there are several other coaches working in Ligue 1; though not all are well-known, Ligue 1 in this era is second only to Serie A in terms of influence, so every coach in this room has solid expertise.


    To Aldrich''s surprise, he also spots Arsenal''s vice-chairman David Dein among them.


    Recalling Wenger''s earlier revtion, Aldrich quickly understands.


    After introducing himself to several coaches of varying experiences, everyone''s gaze turns to Aldrich.


    Because he is young.


    Those who don''t know him initially think Wenger brought a yer along.


    However, those who are familiar with English football share a brief introduction about him, causing the expressions of surprise and admiration to spread through the room.


    The achievements Millwall hadst season are enough for Aldrich to be viewed with new respect.

 Chapter 160: You reap what you sow.

    <h4>Chapter 160: You reap what you sow.</h4>


    Whether as a head coach or a club owner, Aldrich enjoys making friends, which not only broadens his connections in the football world but also expands the opportunities for coboration to benefit the club''s development.


    When a group of coaches gathers, what do they talk about? Of course, it''s football.


    Aldrich is not the type to nod along to everything an older, more experienced mentor says. Instead, he challenges them, saying, "From a chemistry or physics perspective, one plus one might not actually equal two!"


    It''s this refusal to simply y the role of a student that allows him to engage in open conversations with his peers without any difficulty.


    Wenger publicly shares the story of how he first met Aldrich.


    When Wenger was coaching Monaco and their away performance was dismal, a young Aldrich bluntly told him, "Your yers can''t perform with the same efficiency under the same tactics at home and away."


    At home, the fans create pressure on the visiting team, cheering for their own.


    Factors such as the stadium size, the pitch, and the friction of the ball rolling significantly affect a yer''s sensation of the game, leaving the away team at a disadvantagepared to the home team.


    The home team has the advantage of resting and preserving energy.


    Conversely, the visiting team faces simr challenges.


    Wenger, being a romantic coach, emphasizes maintaining his tactical style regardless of whether they y at home or away. Thus, when his yers fail to ovee the inherent difficulties of ying away, their performance inevitably suffers.


    After Wenger recounts this amusing anecdote about their rtionship, everyone shares a chuckle.


    Wenger then points to Aldrich andughs, "He is a trailzer, always bringing amazing ideas, and the achievements he has made over the past two years prove the practicality of his theories."


    Aldrich does not enjoy being praised; it makes him blush with embarrassment. He waves his hand at Wenger to stop the ttery.


    Yet as they watch the opening match of the European Cup and engage in conversation, Aldrich finds himself in heated debates with many of the attending coaches.


    ---


    "Why do you favor young yers?" asks Halilhod?i?.


    "Because my age andck of ying experience are my biggest weaknesses," Aldrich replies. "Just imagine me telling a 26 or 27-year-old forward where to run. If he''s in a good mood, he might justugh it off; but if he''s not, he might retort, ''What''s wrong with you? What do you know? Get lost!''"


    ---


    "Whether they are wingers or wide midfielders, they muste back to help defend. It''s not about matching the defensive capabilities of defenders, but they need to at least position themselves reasonably and take a defensive stance topress the attacking team''s space, cut through the opponent''s attacking lineup, and block the pass routes of the ball holder."


    ---


    "Yes, Luis, you are correct. If you have two highly effective attacking full-backs, maybe your opponents will hesitate tomit too many yers forward. So, your attacking yers might not face as much defensive pressure. But you still need at least one defensive midfielder with strong awareness to protect that space, just like Dunga did with the Brazil national team. Such yers need defensive skills, awareness, and experience - they''re hard to find."


    ---


    "Mr. Guy Roux, I can''t agree with your opinion. I''m not arguing that talented star yers can disrupt a team with their individual abilities. However, we often see technically skilled yers dribbling until they face a bunch of defenders before passing the ball. This creates a significant issue: it gives the opponent time to set up their defensive formation. I advocate for quick and simple y. If yers can elerate and break past the defenders, that''s reasonable. But if a yer keeps the ball at their feet, performing tricks without moving forward �C twirling and spinning on the spot �C it may be visually impressive and elegant, earning apuse from the fans, but how long does it take? Two seconds? Five seconds? The entire transition from the back half to the attacking half should take under ten seconds! In other words, if a yer holds the ball for too long, they give the opponent sufficient time to organize their defense, effectively neutralizing your attacking threat."


    ---


    "Oh, that''s not feasible. If you have a double midfield setup with two attacking minded yers, they might pose a greater threat together than as individuals. But if they lose the ball and a counter-attack ensues, the central area bes vulnerable, and the backline can be easilypromised."


    ---


    Aldrich argues passionately with these coaches, and the heated discussion captivates the onlookers.


    Especially David Dein, Arsenal''s vice-chairman, who seems reminded of the time he first met Wenger��a remarkably simr scenario.


    Years ago, Wenger met David Dein at a social gathering, where Wenger animatedly performed a rendition of "A Midsummer Night''s Dream," leaving a deep impression on Dein. This led him to consider hiring Wenger to coach Arsenal, as he felt this romantic Frenchman was perfectly suited for the club.


    After a long day of discussions, everyone is exhausted. The match finishes with Ennd''s opening game ending in a 1:1 draw against Switzend.


    They chat over drinks about humorous anecdotes from the football world, sharingints about yers and UEFA''s Bosman ruling. Coaches like Guy Roux, who manage smaller clubs reliant on selling yers for transfer fees, express their frustration.


    It''s hard to say whether the Bosman ruling is right or wrong��this is a topic for football historians to analyze. However, the most immediate observation is that post-Bosman, not only Dutch and French teams that depend on yer development have struggled, but hundreds of lower-league clubs across Europe have gone bankrupt in the past decade. A Russian billionaire''s investment in Chelsea indirectly saved various clubs from financial ruin.


    Aldrich, mildly tipsy, walks back to the hotel with Mnie on his arm. For days, he has enjoyed watching matches and sharing views with fellow coaches, while sightseeing in France with Mnie. Their evenings are filled with romance, and life has been carefree, almost making him forget his responsibilities.


    By mid-June, Aldrich first sees Mnie back to her work in her home country, while he remains in France.


    However, on the day after the semi-finals have concluded, Aldrich decides to return home early.


    The captain of Millwall, Southgate, has be the new scapegoat for Ennd.


    Aldrich feels he must get back to London to protect his yers.


    He had hoped history would take a different turn, but watching Southgate''s decisive penalty kick being saved gave him a sense of dread.


    "Sorry, everyone, I have to return to London."


    After saying goodbye to the other coaches, Aldrich steps outside.


    But Wenger and Dein follow him.


    Dein is driving, while Wenger and Aldrich sit in the backseat. The car moves slowly, making Aldrich aware that the two might have ulterior motives.


    "I initially wanted to wait until after the European Cup to discuss this, but since you''re heading back, I''ll mention it now. Aldrich, once I finalize matters in Japan, I''lle to London. However, I want two yers from Millwall."


    Wenger''s words make Aldrich turn to him in surprise, "Why didn''t you say so earlier? You know that if you want to poach my yers, I definitely won''t allow it."


    "That''s why I''m telling you now. Remember how you approached me two years ago?"


    Aldrich chuckles, a hint of self-deprecation evident.


    What goes aroundes around.


    Two years ago, he asked Wenger to sell him Thuram; now, Wenger is looking to take yers back, with interest, wanting to take two at once.


    This fits Wenger''s style perfectly��he hasn''t even officially started at Arsenal yet and is already getting involved in transfer dealings, just like when he left Monaco.


    "Who?"


    "Vieira and Pires."


    "One''s my starter, and the other''s my key substitute. Ars��ne, isn''t that a bit harsh?"


    Aldrich forces augh.


    Dein, the driver, observes their expressions in the rearview mirror, feeling tense.


    He hired Wenger, naturally wanting to support him with desired yers, but other figures from Arsenal might thwart the n.


    Millwall is, after all, a London team, and they see themselves as the kings of London. They aren''t going to sell their starters to Arsenal!


    Wenger knows that having Dein front the request would likely backfire, which is why he came in person to advocate for it.


    "How many seasons does Vieira need to spend as a backup at Millwall before he gets a chance to start? That young Italiand you promoted at the end ofst season should be your future midfield star, right? As for Pires, I admit asking you to sell him back to me is somewhat unreasonable, but Millwall has to have alternatives, right?"


    Aldrich turns to re at Wenger without answering. "Have you been in private contact with my yers?"


    Dein immediately interjects, "No! Really, no! We wouldn''t engage in any dirty business!"


    Aldrich rolls his eyes, saying coolly, "I have always respected my yers. I will try to persuade them to stay. However, if Arsenal presents an appealing offer, I won''t hold them back. Just give me a satisfying bid."


    "I''m offering ten million pounds for the two together."


    Wenger smiles.


    Aldrich shook his head and said, "It''s impossible. They both have four years left on their contracts with Millwall��one is 23 and the other is... You are trying to buy the backbone of the club for ten million pounds? Ars��ne, I''m not exaggerating when I say this, but the rules of the transfer market have changed. Just wait and see. This summer, you''ll witness what top stars are worth, and this is just the beginning."


    Since the league wrapped up in May, rumors have been rampant.


    Meanwhile, in the Premier League, Manchester United is flush with cash after winning the title and will be back in the Champions League next season. Ferguson is in high spirits, having lined up Solskj?r, but by mid-May, he made a secret ten million pound offer to Aldrich for Larsson.


    Happily, Larsson showed no desire to transfer and promptly declined the offer.


    But Manchester United continues its pursuit for a superstar striker, since Cantona will be 31 next season.


    Outside rumors are swirling around Brazilian sensation Ronaldo, with Manchester United and Barcelona both offering twenty million dors to PSV Eindhoven for the Brazilian forward.


    This is edging closer to the world record set when AC Mn signed Lentini for 13 million pounds.


    Ronaldo''s first season in Eindhoven was remarkable, racking up over thirty goals, but he spent a significant part of the second season injured and wrestling with the club coach, makingst season''s performance unremarkable. Therefore, the transfer fee doesn''t reflect his peak value, and its sensational nature is undeniable.


    After failing to acquire Ronaldo, Manchester United shifted their focus to n Shearer, the top performer in the Premier League. Currently, it appears they are only waiting for the European Cup to wrap up before announcing Shearer''s signing, with only a contract remaining to be signed.


    In just a few days, a twist in this transfer is imminent as Kevin Keegan''s involvement sees Ferguson narrowly miss out on another English talent. Last time it was Gascoigne, and now it will be Shearer, with the transfer fee expected to set a new world record: 15 million pounds!


    In this context, even though Pires and Vieira''s poprity and public acim may not match that of Shearer, if Wenger, with his discerning eye for talent, believes that the two together are worth only ��10 million, Aldrich would not agree to a transfer, even if it meant having a falling out with the yers.


    Wenger''s eagerness to secure these two yers indicates his confidence in being able to convince them to join Arsenal. Since they are both French and Wenger has a long coaching history in France, it''s likely that Pires and Vieira have long been aware of his illustrious name. Moreover, inparison to Arsenal''s prestigious legacy, Millwall remains a small club that finds it challenging to retain such exceptional yers.


    Regardless of the circumstances, Aldrich and Wenger have diametrically opposed positions regarding this transaction.


    He spent his own hard-earned money to buy Thuram.


    Wenger would be spending the club''s funds to acquire Aldrich''s yers.

 Chapter 161: Launched a fierce attack on the media

    <h4>Chapter 161: Launched a fierce attack on the media</h4>


    Aldrich returned to London and proactively visited Southgate''s home the next day.


    Outside Southgate''s apartment, paparazzi clustered inrge groups, and irrational London fans eyed his residence with hostility, with some even holding signs with insulting messages.


    Having missed the chance to advance to the final of the 1996 European Championship at home, the Ennd team, which was also absent from the 1994 World Cup, viewed it as a disgrace. Southgate, who had stepped up to take the sixth penalty in the shootout, became the scapegoat for the crowd''s frustration.


    Aldrich drove in his old BMW, parking right outside Southgate''s house. As he stepped out of the car, reporters swarmed around him, snapping photos and firing questions.


    "Mr. Hall, what are your thoughts on Southgate missing the penalty?"


    "Will Millwall be pressured to sell Southgate?"


    It''s worth noting that some yers,beled as "public enemies," can''t handle the pressure and choose to leave their home country; Gin is one such example, and in the future, Beckham would contemte the same.


    Aldrich took a moment to collect himself and, as the reporters finished their photos, remarked nonchntly, "Are you all idiots? And those irrational fans out there��missing a penalty is pretty normal. I feel sorry for English football. The national team is clearly in severe decline. When will you all face failure calmly and rationally? Look for the reasons behind the loss and learn from it. But somehow, the Ennd national team has started to make excuses in the face of defeat��it''s the coach''s fault, the yers'' fault, the pitch''s fault, the weather''s fault, who knows if it''s even the bloody breakfast they ate that day! Now, everyone is ming Gareth. I just want to say, you''re all morons. Do you think the Ennd national team would be stronger without him? That they could win? If that''s your goal, we''ll see how many dare to serve Ennd in the future. Wake up, idiots!"


    After finishing his critique, Aldrich pushed past the people in front of him and walked directly into Southgate''s home.


    To be honest, he intentionally activated his "mocking" skill with a simple goal: to attract hatred.


    He knocked on the door, and it was Southgate''s wife who answered. Her eyes flickered as she dared not look outside at the ravenous reporters and fans. She only opened the door slightly to let Aldrich in before quickly closing it behind him.


    Southgate was not in good spirits. The blow from missing the penalty, coupled with public scorn and threats to his family, weighed heavily on him.


    Aldrich spent the day at his home, offering words offort to Southgate and even cooking for him, acting as if he were a good friend supporting the family.


    Late at night, Andrew sent an assistant to arrange a flight for the Southgate family to a Mediterranean vacation, allowing them to escape the limelight temporarily.


    The next day, Aldrich became the target of ire, as he started firing shots at the media and footballmentators across the UK.


    His criticism was primarily directed at Ennd''s head coach, Venables, tearing into him without mercy.


    Regarding the semi-final match between Germany and Ennd, Aldrich published a tacticalmentary in the Daily Mail titled, "Ennd Destroys Its Own Wall!"


    Ennd''s strength lies in its 4-4-2 formation. It''s not that the tactic is outdated or out of line, but there''s a profound difference between national that level ofpetition and club football. Clubs can develop a cohesive strategy over one or two seasons, or even longer.


    However, the national teamcks that time and condition. Theck of chemistry among yers is a primary issue. Spain''s national sess came from their ability to adapt a mature tactical system from club football.


    "What exactly is Ennd''s tactic? In the starting lineup, apart from goalkeeper Seaman, ten yers include Pearce, Southgate, Adams, Ince, tt, McManaman, Anderton, Gascoigne, Shearer, and Sheringham. Among these ten, how many are actual dedicated defenders? Three: Adams, Southgate, and Pearce. Many people say Ennd''s tactic is varied, but in fact, this game just yed a system that most of the yers weren''t familiar with��either 3-5-2 or 3-4-3. Three defenders, two defensive midfielders, two wing midfielders, one attacking midfielder, and two forwards. What was Venables thinking? I don''t know, but from the most basic formation, we could see the yers''ck of chemistry. Gascoigne put in a lot of effort, but his performance in the attacking midfield position was average because he was sessfully contained by the Germans. Ennd''s only goal from open y came from a corner kick in the first three minutes, while the opportunities created in open y were merely some long-range shots from the deep midfield and a near chance missed by McManaman. Conversely, the German team exploited gaps in Ennd''s defense and repeatedly breached the nks. The equalizing goal came from a left-side attack, where a German full-back advanced and drew Ennd''s defensive attention, creating space. In an instant, a brilliant through ball pierced through the defense, and the Germans unexpectedly passed to the other side, allowing the young Kuntz to score and save Germany. What did we see in that defensivepse? Ennd''s defenders almost outnumbered the Germans'' attacking yers! But why did they still concede? You can''t fault Gascoigne for running back to defend. But there were only three dedicated defensive yers on the back line. That''s the crux of the problem. I believe if it had been a traditional four-defender system, relying on attacking yers to track back, Ennd''s nks would not have exposed so many weaknesses. If Germany hadn''t missed several chances, they could have wrapped it up in 90 minutes. Many of their opportunities stemmed from prating Ennd''s right nk defense. Was the penalty the reason for the loss? Yes, but does Ennd really need to rely on all their yers being penalty specialists? If that''s the case, then we don''t need to talk about the future development of English football. Just have all eleven yers huddle in the penalty box every match and wait for penalties to win the trophy."


    Once Aldrich''smentary was published, it immediately stirred up a storm.


    Even if Venables would be held ountable for Ennd''s exit in the semi-finals, leading to his dismissal, and Glenn Hoddle was about to take charge, the public still believed that Venables had produced attractive football, with the group-stage 4-1 victory over the Nethends standing out as a ssic match.


    In the following days, Aldrich was in high demand, appearing in various media interviews and footballmentary programs, engaging in heated debates with various legends and experts.


    Even the significant 4-1 victory over the Nethends was deemed trivial by him, as the Dutch''s all-out style exposed their defensive vulnerabilities, and in today''s internationalpetition, defense and victory is the mainstream.


    Numerous neutral, objective football analysts supported Aldrich, clearly illustrating the frailty of Ennd''s tactical setup and especially their defense as they repeatedly reviewed footage of the Ennd-Germany match.


    Some reporters stated clearly that Aldrich''s sudden transformation into a fervent critic had one purpose: to protect Southgate. Whether it meant making himself a viin or letting Southgate disappear from the public eye, it was all aimed at helping him recover from the emotional blow.


    Finally, the European Championship concluded at the end of June, with Germany defeating the dark horse Czech Republic and lifting the trophy in Ennd, sparking outrage among the English fans.


    Perhaps Ennd had always been repaying the debt from the 1966 World Cup, where they defeated Germany and imed the Jules Rimet Trophy. Over the next thirty years, every encounter between the two teams in major tournaments left Ennd in pain, and they haven''t beaten Germany in over twenty years!


    As the dust settled on the European Championship, the Olympics approached swiftly.


    In Millwall''s squad, there were yers who participated in the European Championship and those recruited by various national youth teams for the Olympics, such as Pires and Vieira.


    Aldrich''s holiday concluded sooner than he anticipated, and after returning to London, he found himself entangled in many unforeseen matters. Engaging in a war of words about the Ennd-Germany sh was not his intention.


    Following France''s semi-final elimination by the Czech Republic, Thuram did not return home; instead, he stayed in London and directly approached Aldrich to request a transfer.


    Thuram began his career in Ligue 1, bing a star, and had originallye to Millwall to strike gold. He never expected to achieve considerable fame in Ennd over the past two enjoyable years, and he felt it was time to move on.


    If the 1990s was a hell of a trial for strikers in Serie A, then for defensive yers, it was a paradise for achieving greatness.


    Thuram aspired to Italy, much like most defenders of his era who dreamed of bing world-ss defenders there.


    Coincidentally, that summer, a club in Italy officially made its move toward him: Parma.


    Every day, Millwall''s club received numerous faxes regarding transfer interests, ranging from bids to inquiries and requests to loan young yers.


    Aldrich had to sift through at least twenty offers from clubs in different countries daily, with most of them being offers he considered insulting.


    Two or three million pounds for his yers? That was simply absurd, even if it came from a prestigious club.


    Some yers didn''t want to transfer, like the team offering ��12 million for Nedved or ��7 million for Trezeguet.


    Most yers, however, prefer not to change teams; some are loyal, while others are unhappy with their potential new clubs. If they decide to move, it will certainly be to a team that offers greaterpetitive opportunities than Millwall.


    Parma had embarked on a remarkable rise in the early 90s, havingpeted for the Serie A title over the past three years and winning the UEFA Cup and the Cup Winners'' Cup. Plus, the significant investment from their owner, Stefano Tanzi, allowed Parma to emerge as a force in Serie A.


    Although Parma wasn''t a giant and hadn''t imed the Serie A title, during this era, the Serie A league was immensely prestigious. The reputation of "little World Cup" wasn''t unfounded; in the eyes of the public, even if a team ced third or fourth in Serie A, they were often perceived as more formidable than champions in the Premier League, Ligue 1, Bundesliga, or La Liga.


    Because of this, when the ��5 million offer from Parma reached Millwall, Aldrich immediately rejected it without hesitation. To make his position clear, he added in the reply: "��10 million plus Buffon!"


    Buffon was just 16 years old and an absolute gem, and Parma would never part with him as part of any deal.


    What he didn''t expect was that Thuram proactively approached him with a transfer request.


    It was clear that Parma had privately contacted Thuram, no doubt about it!


    Such matters were unsaid rules in football, and Aldrich had nothing toin about. Ny-nine percent of transfers vite FIFA regtions. Aldrich saw no need to lodge any usations, as it would only lead to his istion in the football world. Only those clubs facing bankruptcy from losing yers wouldment helplessly.

 Chapter 162: One can leave, but dignity must remain.

    <h4>Chapter 162: One can leave, but dignity must remain.</h4>


    Aldrich was somewhat puzzled. Looking through the lens of future perspectives, it seemed that many star yers tended to stay away from their clubs during transfers and let their agents handle the negotiations. However, his yers always came forward to discuss these matters directly with him.


    Perhaps it was Aldrich''s youth that yed a role, along with his consistent gentle approach inmunicating with the yers.


    Thuram didn''t raise a fuss; on the contrary, he had plenty of reasons to present.


    Many of these reasons left Aldrich with no way to counter them.


    Just the fact that he wanted to venture to Italy was enough to shut down any attempt Aldrich might make to persuade him to stay.


    Moreover, from a yer''s perspective, there was nothing wrong with moving up in the world. The Premier League simply couldn''tpare to Serie A. No matter how much Aldrich hyped it up, that couldn''t change the fact��it would be utterly self-deceptive.


    If Aldrich tried to tell Thuram that Parma''s past glory was just fleeting and that it would face bankruptcy within a few years, so what? That would only make him appear petty.


    "Lilian, I understand your ambitions; it demonstrates your professional drive. It has been an honor working with you for these two years," Aldrich expressed genuinely, without any pretense.


    Thuram calmly nodded, replying, "These two years in Ennd have been tremendously beneficial for me as well."


    Competing in different leagues does help in gaining experience, and Thuram''s words were sincere.


    However, he felt that the Premier Leaguecked challenge.


    Here, he wouldn''t take much pride in having sessfully defended against Gin or Giggs.


    He yearned for Italy, where not only could he improve himself, but thepetition was entirely different. He could face Bati one day, Signori the next, and Baggio the following��Serie A was full of elite talent with diverse skills.


    The new head coach of Parma is Ancelotti, who called Aldrich hoping that Millwall would not create any obstacles for Thuram''s transfer. Recently, Aldrich''s request to include Buffon in the deal had temporarily stalledmunication between the two clubs.


    Aldrich said earnestly, "Lilian, you want to leave, and I won''t stop you. However, I hope you can leave Millwall with dignity."


    Thuram looked puzzled and frowned, asking, "Boss, I don''t understand what you mean."


    Aldrich spread his hands, adding, "Two years ago, I bought you for three million pounds, and now Parma wants to take you for five million. Do you think that''s fair to Millwall? I see you as a top defender, so you should leave with a top defender''s market value. Don''t let Parma undervalue Millwall, and don''t make your transfer seem insignificant. Last year, Barton transferred to Newcastle for four million; how much more are you worthpared to him? You are a key yer for Millwall, having helped the team win two championships and a runner-up, as well as being the mainstay of the French national team. Are you really just worth five million? I can''t ept this. It''s not just about money, but about respect. I can''t allow the outside world to see Millwall make such a trade, nor can I allow your departure to be a precedent for other yers. If Parma genuinely wants you, they need to show some sincerity; that''s also respect for you!"


    After a moment of silence, Thuram nodded in agreement with Aldrich''s perspective.


    Though he couldn''t keep Thuram, they reached a consensus regarding the trading situation.


    The following days saw Millwall and Parma getting embroiled in back-and-forth negotiations over Thuram''s transfer.


    Parma wanted to include yers as part of the cash deal; they initially proposed including Inzaghi in trade talks, but Inzaghi, who was heading to the Anta Olympics, was reluctant to leave Italy. The young Buffon had already be the goalkeeper for Italy''s Olympic football team, earning recognition from the veteran Maldini, so Parma wasn''t going to let him go easily. The same went for Cannavaro.


    In the end, Parma proposed including Z in the trade.


    To be fair, this forward nicknamed "the Little Tiger" was quite capable, consistently ranking among the top scorers in Serie A over the past few years. If the deal was five million plus Z, the total value of the trade would be around ten million pounds.


    However, Aldrich didn''t want Z��he was already 30 years old, and not only would he need a starting position, but also a high sry. If Aldrich agreed to this trade, he might even end up making a loss.


    Thuram didn''t actively cooperate with Parma''s proposals, which ultimately forced Parma to add more cash to finalize the deal. By mid-July, both parties reached an agreement.


    At the beginning of July, Millwall officially announced Solskj?r''s transfer to the giant Manchester United for seven million pounds. A weekter, Millwall announced that their absolute starting right-back, Thuram, had transferred to Parma in Italy for seven and a half million pounds.


    As the new season of the Premier League was set to kick off on August 16, Aldrich was troubled to find his team in disarray.


    The Olympic men''s football tournament wouldn''t conclude until the beginning of August. For teams like France that had fallen in the quarterfinals, yers were only granted a break at the end of July.


    Makelele, Pires, Vieira, and Trezeguet were all selected for this Olympic squad.


    Other yers like El Guerra, Capdev, and Pirlo also participated in the Olympics.


    This left Aldrich facing significant challenges in his pre-season preparations.


    What made him even angrier was that Pires and Vieira directly submitted their transfer requests to the club on August 1!


    Arsenal''s offer had been sitting on Aldrich''s desk for quite a while.


    Ten million pounds for both yers, but Aldrich didn''t agree.


    He was waiting for the reactions of both yers. He had previously called them, trying to convince Pires and Vieira to stay, but his efforts bore little fruit. Both yers were nomittal, evidently unwilling to be honest with Aldrich.


    In truth, Aldrich had anticipated this.


    Pires was different from yers like Solskj?r, Trezeguet, Schneider, and Nedved.


    He came to Millwall with pride,ing from the prestigious irefontaine training academy in France, a real prodigy. Therefore, he harbored a sense of arrogance. Had Millwall not invested a substantial transfer fee and offered him a high sry, he might not have even joined Millwall. Deep down, he never considered Millwall his home.


    Especially this summer, when yer transfer fees skyrocketed, the top sries in the Premier League were raised to a level that enraged club owners.


    Kevin Keegan swooped in midway, grabbing Shearer from Ferguson and bringing him to St. James'' Park. Besides the world record transfer fee of fifteen million pounds, he also provided Shearer with an unprecedented weekly wage of ��34,000.


    This sudden development caught the other clubs off guard, and Aldrich even felt like rushing over to beat up Keegan.


    Would Millwall be affected?


    Of course!


    If Shearer was earning ��34,000 a week, how much should a yer of simr performance like Larsson be making? What about Nedved? Or Makelele? And so on.


    This directly led other teams to consider sry increases for their key yers.


    Aldrich''s generous sry expenditures from two years prior began to lose their allure.


    After Shearer''s transfer, Ferguson sent Aldrich a text: "You really had foresight."


    Last year, Ferguson had scoffed at Aldrich''s club management, but this year, he felt admiration beyond words.


    Last summer, Aldrich used sry increases as a reason to renew contracts, keeping his yers in a secure contract state following the implementation of the Bosman ruling. As a result, Millwall could demand a hefty price in transfer negotiations.


    Because the contracts still had plenty of time left, Pires and Vieira realized that if they wanted to transfer now, it meant burning their bridges.


    But they were wrong��absolutely wrong. If only they coulde before Aldrich and say with pride, "Boss, I want to go to Arsenal."


    Aldrich would only offer a token attempt to persuade them to stay before letting them go.


    He prefers not to have fickle yers on his team. Aldrich cannot use Pires of being prideful, and with Vieira wanting to leave because of ack of a starting role, Aldrich would struggle to keep him, particrly since they are going to Arsenal. In the context of London, Millwall simply cannotpete with Arsenal.


    In contrast to Stam''s "gratitude," these two yers submitted transfer requests, essentially tearing their rtionship with the club apart��this was fundamentally different from Thuram''s open discussion about his transfer intentions with Aldrich.


    By submitting a transfer request, they inherently issued an ultimatum.


    Although it couldn''t be said that the transfer would definitely happen, such behavior from the yers often burned their bridges. If the transfer fails, they would be ostracized within the team, and fans wouldn''t support them anymore.


    It was akin to the transfer drama involving another superstar striker that summer: Ronaldo openly dered in June that he wanted to wear Barcelona''s shirt, leaving PSV Eindhoven in a tough spot. They didn''t want to let Ronaldo go, even with a twenty-million-dor offer on the table, yet the fans were already moring for the Brazilian to leave. Ironically, Barca''s N��?ez wasn''t keen on signing Ronaldo, on one hand due to the cost, and on the other, he thought Ronaldo was still troubled by injuries. Although he had a high scoring rate in the Eredivisie, it was due to the overall attacking style of Dutch football; Hond produced a wealth of strikers.


    With these two public transfer derations from the yers, Arsenal thought they had the upper hand. However, after making a ��10 million offer, they received no response when Aldrich didn''t budge.


    Aldrich remained calm, refusing to reveal if the yers would stay or leave after rejecting the offer.


    Time dragged on until Dane couldn''t bear it anymore and came to Aldrich''s office, inquiring about the status of the transfer.


    Aldrich stated in a calm tone, "Millwall has invested no more than ��5 million on these two yers. While Millwall may be a small club, we have our pride. If it leads to aplete rupture, so be it. However, I won''t hesitate to keep a yer whocks respect for the club in the reserves for four years; I won''t regret it, and I''ll dly continue to pay his wages."


    If Pires and Vieira had just picked up the phone and calmly told Aldrich they wanted to transfer without any other reason, Aldrich would have been inclined to make some concessions on the transfer fee.


    But using a transfer statement to threaten the club was a sheer insult to Millwall, and Aldrich wouldn''tpromise.


    Dane was the first to back down. Arsenal couldn''t afford to remain stagnant any longer and directly asked Aldrich how much it would take to let the yers go.


    Aldrich named a figure: ��20 million.


    "��12.5 million."


    "��19.5 million."


    "��13 million."


    "��19 million."


    "��13 million."


    "��20 million!"


    In the end, Dane grit his teeth and reached an agreement with Aldrich.


    Pires and Vieira both transferred to Arsenal, with abined transfer fee of ��14.5 million.

 Chapter 163: Foundations of Ambition

    <h4>Chapter 163: Foundations of Ambition</h4>


    In European leagues, Serie A is thriving. Besides the financial power of the three northern giants, other clubs have also be wealthy due to sponsorship, broadcasting fees, andmercial revenue. Even relegation-threatened teams can attract national team stars to join them, which has made Aldrich quite stressed about the talent poaching from smaller teams.


    This summer, thepetition between two televisionworks for broadcasting rights has provided La Liga clubs with substantial funds to strengthen their squads. Consequently, many mid-to-upper-tier teams in La Liga have entered into an "arms race" to reinforce their line-ups. However, due to the league''s distinct style of y, most teams tend to overlook yers from the Premier League. The young talents emerging from Ennd in recent years have also faced disappointing fates abroad, with examples such as Gascoigne and Rush.


    Meanwhile, the Premier League has begun to slowly recover after weathering financial austerity due to a Europeanpetition ban, alongside the immense financial pressure of building or renovating stadiums. Each club''s annual investment is growing, and sessfulmercial operations have started to yield benefits for the teams in the Premier League.


    Even though Manchester United won the Premier League titlest season, Ferguson was still dissatisfied with the squad. After missing out on both Ronaldo and Shearer, he found some sce in the signing of Solskj?r and the backup goalkeeper van der Gouw. The backup keeper who had been brought inst season was transferred to Sundend during the winter break. Following this, Manchester United acquired the remarkable Czech national yer Poborsky. The versatile Norwegian international Johansson also arrived at Old Trafford. Finally, Manchester United secured the signing of little Cruyff, who was originally included in the deal with Ronaldo in Barcelona. Yet, with a strong sense of self-esteem, he declined to be used as an add-on in the transaction and chose instead to don the Red Devils'' jersey.


    Last summer was a chaotic time for Arsenal, with whispers spreading across London that manager Rioch could face the axe. The head coach Ars��ne Wenger was not entirely familiar with the gossip surrounding Fleet Street. Nevertheless, Arsenal made a major signing, bringing in Pires and Vieira. Pires was looked upon as a symbol of hope for the club''s revival, while Vieira, who was not a starting yer at Millwall, came with expectations but without established credentials.


    Liverpool brought in multiple yers of considerable strength, spending over ten million pounds, while Chelsea, under Bates''s management, targeted aging stars. Veteran Vialli, who led Juventus to European gloryst season, joined Chelsea for ten million dors, arriving at Stamford Bridge.


    In contrast to other Premier League teams that were recruiting yers, some were engaging in a massive expansion of their roster.


    Millwall, however, remained silent in the transfer market, focusing solely on selling yers.


    The departures of Vieira, Pires, Solskj?r, and Thuram brought nearly thirty million pounds to Millwall. After considering the past two years of purchases and wage expenses, Millwallted over twenty million pounds!


    This has led some to praise young manager Aldrich for being a shrewd businessman, but it has also drawn criticism from others, using Millwall ofcking ambition.


    Having sold two key yers and two important substitutes, it''s clear that Millwall''s strength may have diminished rather than grown. In the uing season, they will face toughpetition from stronger teams like Manchester United, Newcastle United, Liverpool, and Arsenal. Undoubtedly, their approach in the transfer market has indicated that they are falling behind.


    Aldrich has been incredibly busy, too busy to spare a moment.


    Tomorrow marks the day when yers return for training, yet Aldrich was engaged in a private conversation in a private room at the Ritz Hotel. Inside the room sat four individuals, all dressed in suits. Beside Aldrich was the club''s CEO, Adam, while across from them were the FA''s Weissman and CEO Kelly.


    As dinner nears its end, Aldrich gets straight to the point: "Mr. Weissman, renting Wembley wasn''t a hasty decision; rather, it''s a request I''ve put a lot of thought into before approaching the FA."


    Weissman and Kelly remain expressionless, but Mr. Weissman slightly nods, indicating Aldrich to continue.


    "First of all, Millwall''s stadium is too small, with a capacity of less than twenty thousand. As we prepare topete in the European Winners'' Cup next season, I''m unsure if UEFA will approve our ground, but that''s not the focus. I believe Millwall represents English football on the European stage, which raises an issue of image. Furthermore, if Millwall secures the Premier League title thising season, our stadium will definitely fail UEFA''s inspection for Champions League hosting. At that point, I will have toe to you with the same request."


    Last season, Millwall imed two titles and a runner-up finish, qualifying for Europe. In this era, the three major cups are ranked by influence: Champions League first, followed by the European Winners'' Cup, andstly the UEFA Cup.


    The Champions League is the tform for each nation''s champions, the European Winners'' Cup is for the champions of domestic cuppetitions, while the UEFA Cup features teams with strength, but without as many title holders, lending a more coborative atmosphere.


    As such, Millwall will be fighting on three fronts in the new season,peting for trophies in four important tournaments. Although Aldrich does not particrly value the Winners'' Cup, his sole aim for the new season is the Premier League title!


    Yet he was thinking further ahead. With the Champions League set to expand, if Millwall were topete in the tournament two seasons from now, it was likely that they would not be able to host matches at The Den due to capacity issues. UEFA would undoubtedly not allow the games to be yed there.


    The Champions League is UEFA''s gship event; without it, UEFA would virtually be irrelevant. Thus, the bar for entry is set high, requiring not only a team''s strength but also the infrastructure of the club.


    Aldrich needs to n ahead. Millwall cannot build a high-spec stadium within a year, so if they were to win the Premier League next season, they would need to rent another stadium to host Champions League matches or face disqualification.


    Suddenly recalling around the year 2000, when Arsenal rented Wembley Stadium as their home ground for the Champions League, Aldrich made a preemptive move by securing a rental agreement this season, which would remain in effect until the new stadium was opened.


    The benefits of an early rental are clear: yers will be familiar with Wembley sooner, minimizing any disadvantages ofcking home-field advantage.


    Additionally, Wembley''srger capacity means greater ticket revenue.


    This will also aid Millwall''s promotion efforts and enhance their visibility.


    Whispering together for a moment, Weissman and Kelly then turned to Weissman, who sighed and said, "Aldrich, I genuinely want to help you, but your n isn''t a long-term solution. Wembley Stadium cannot be rented to you indefinitely. Millwall has been performing well this season, and I''ve heard that the new stadium project was put on hold after the Hall family took over, which was then converted into a youth training facility. Ultimately, you need to have your own substantial stadium."


    Aldrich nodded in strong agreement, but Adam, who was sitting next to him, felt a chill of fear; if Millwall actually went ahead and invested in a new stadium, it would clearly indicate his ipetence as CEO!


    The new stadium would merely have a capacity of twenty-five thousand, and even if built, it would not meet UEFA''s Champions League standards, leading to questions about whether it could be expanded. If that money were wasted, Adam would definitely resign and be aughingstock in the industry.


    Aldrich handed Weissman a document and stated, "This is the n for our new stadium, with an investment budget ranging from ��100 million to ��150 million. My elder brother is helping me negotiate, and Millwall will initially invest ��20 million, with the remaining funds being raised through loans. We n to finalize thend by the end of this year and start construction, expecting toplete it within five years."


    Suddenly pushing for over one hundred million pounds in funding to build a stadium may even be beyond the Hall family''s liquidity, given that Millwall itselfcks significant value, but the yers they own are worth a lot!


    A year or two ago, it was impossible for Millwall to secure a loan, especially one exceeding ��100 million; even if Bat stepped in, it would only be feasible if he put hispany up as coteral, as all the major banks would simply refuse.


    However, this summer was different. Millwall''s entire squad is now valued at over fifty million pounds. With Bat representing them, Millwall can now invest that initial twenty million pounds, and the banks are more willing to sign agreements. As funding is released based on progress, but if Millwall encounters difficulties during the project and cannot repay the loan, subsequent funding will be halted, and Aldrich will lose everything, facing bankruptcy.


    This decision is a gamble for Aldrich��he has everything at stake.


    Building a new stadium is essential, and doing it earlier means lower costs and quicker results.


    If they wait until the Premier League fully embraces a capital-driven era, the financial pressure of building a stadium could leave Millwall with no chance to recover.


    Where will the iee from?


    Aside from the club exploringmercial development, they will have to sell yers.


    This year, yer sales have generated nearly thirty million, with twenty million allocated to the early stages of stadium construction.


    Stam is almost certain to leave next summer; as long as he doesn''t miss a transfer due to injury, Millwall''s ie can start to repay loans next summer. Coupled with the ever-increasing TV revenues from the Premier League, Millwall aims to qualify for the Champions League each year to secure new benefits. All of this must be founded on the team''s performance, so Aldrich is under immense pressure. However, it is this very pressure that fuels his motivation and passion for the long road ahead.


    Weissman and Kelly discussed for some time longer, their final argument centered around financial concerns.


    The FA, a decaying institution, is rife with political struggle, and Kelly, in his position as CEO, often finds himself in the crosshairs of public scrutiny. Ever since the Premier League broke away from FA control, the FA''s debt has only skyrocketed. Kelly''s role as CEO of the FA is fundamentally to generate revenue.


    In this regard, Aldrich doesn''t want to engage in petty disputes, knowing that for a team like Millwall, renting Wembley is already a tremendous advantage, both financially and in terms of image.


    Eventually, both sides reached an agreement. Aside from the maintenance fees for each match at Wembley that Millwall would need to cover, the FA would receive 15% of the ticket revenue as rent for Millwall.


    Although 15% may not sound like much, Wembley can host over 60,000 spectators. Even if only 30,000 Millwall fans attend, the ticket prices for European matches can be significantly higher than domestic league or cup games. Calcting it in terms of pounds, the FA could expect a minimum of ��100,000 in revenue for every match. Over the course of the season, if Millwall progresses further, the FA''s total ie could easily approach a million pounds��a substantial figure for the FA.


    While Weissman and Aldrich reached a verbal agreement, Weissman still needed to check with the FA internally for a consensus. Before the uing Community Shield match starts in the new season, he promised to provide Aldrich with a definitive answer.


    Aldrich smiled, shaking hands with Weissman and Kelly before stepping out with Adam.


    Tomorrow, the team will start training, and Millwall''s transfer window has officially closed.


    The club secured numerous new sponsorship contracts over the summer, and with the nine million pounds brought in from transfer dealings entering the club''s ounts, Millwall''s finances for the 96�C97 season are at least safe.


    Now, Aldrich''s headache is how to prepare a team that has hardly rested over the summer for the new season.


    **Millwall 96-97 Season First Team Roster:**


    **Goalkeepers:** Butt, Keller, Wright.


    **Defenders:** Schneider, Mills, Materazzi, Richards, Stam, Southgate, Elgrou, Ferdinand, Cappadivi, Zambrotta, Neil (out for a year due to injury; returned in March 97, with no appearances that season).


    **Midfielders:** Mak��l��l��, Gattuso, Pirlo, Lampard, Nedv��d, Back.


    **Forwards:** Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko, Phillips, Van Nistelrooy, Gronkjaer, Tony.


    **Total:** 25 yers.

 Chapter 164: The warm-up is over.

    <h4>Chapter 164: The warm-up is over.</h4>


    Aldrich''s preseason preparation ns faced a harsh reality check. As the uing season would see his teampeting in the European Winners'' Cup, he wanted to familiarize his yers with the various football styles from other countries, even if he didn''t value the tournament highly. His n included inviting Celtic for a friendly match in London, followed by a trip to France for a game against Monaco, then heading to Spain for a match against La Coru?a, and finally returning to London for two domestic friendlies.


    Before the Olympics, Andrew had finalized Rivaldo''s transfer to Europe, with Rivaldo joining La Coru?a in Spain during the summer. Due to this connection, Andrew facilitated a friendly match between Millwall and La Coru?a, while the match against Monaco was arranged by Aldrich with Tigana during his time in France.


    Scottish football, known for its short passing game, has roots deeply embedded in the miners'' culture of unity. Aldrich''s invitation to Celtic was aimed at allowing Millwall to experience this cohesive Scottish style of football.


    However, as August approached, Aldrich was forced to cancel the friendlies against Monaco and La Coru?a. The results from the team''s training sessions showed that his yers were simply too worn out.


    Aside from a few yers who participated in the European Championship, most of the squad had just returned from the Olympics in the United States, leaving no time for rest. Aldrich realized that he failed to ount for the fact that Spain, Italy, and France all qualified for their Olympic football teams.


    It was particrly troublesome that Millwall''s young yers were prime targets for national teams.


    Thus, Aldrich couldn''t take his squad to France and Spain for away friendlies.


    Benitez relocated to London and immediately took on the role as one of Aldrich''s assistant coaches.


    However, he was taken aback during the first training session.


    Aldrich and the returning yers were having a good time, treating practice like a casual game of football �C it felt rxed but was a bit of a mess.


    After training, Benitez asked in confusion, "Is this how you train your yers?"


    Aldrich sighed and responded, "Of course not, but you have to understand what the yers need. They''ve juste out of a physically demanding period and are quite fatigued, so putting them through intense training now wouldn''t be effective and could hinder the entire season."


    The following days were spent in a light-hearted atmosphere, with the Millwall yers enjoying their time.


    When Celtic came to the Den for their first match, Aldrich ced those who participated in the European Championship and Olympics on the bench, piecing together a vibrant lineup for the friendly.


    He continued this strategy against newly promoted Sundend and Everton, letting the yers rest as much as possible.


    In three friendlies, Millwall drew every match. It wasn''t that their performance was particrly poor; it was simply that the opponents took the games seriously.


    In mid-August, just one day before the Community Shield kicked off, Millwall held a press conference.


    Aldrich attended casually and, when asked about Millwall''s preseason state, he stated everything was going ording to n and the friendlies were not about winning or losing.


    This summer was rtively quiet for Millwall. Besides the contentious agreement with the FA to rent Wembley, the ns for Millwall''s new stadium had yet to materialize, and loan agreements were still undecided.


    Recently, Fleet Street had been mocking Arsenal as their neighbor. At the press conference, Thomson from The Sun directly confronted Aldrich: "Mr. Hall, have you heard of Ars��ne Wenger?"


    In the past few days, London media had sted headlines to ridicule Arsenal.


    "Ars��ne �C Who?"


    The reporters in the audience chuckled, as most were ready to hear Aldrich deliver some spicyments about their neighbors.


    However, Aldrich disappointed them.


    Wenger had visited the Den twice, but it wasn''t enough for anyone to remember him.


    With a sigh, Aldrich found Fleet Street''s arrogance hard to bear.


    "Do you know who Glenn Hoddle is? And what about George Weah? Let''s just mention those two for now."


    The reporters exchanged puzzled nces, and Richard frowned, "Mr. Hall, I don''t understand your point."


    Hoddle was the new Ennd national team manager, while Weah wasst year''s dual Ballon d''Or winner. These were two legendary figures; how could anyone not know them?


    Even if Aldrich had chosen to ignore other matters outside, he should remember Hoddle from their encounters in the Premier League!


    Aldrich sighed again, feeling rather bored, and stated, "Then you should ask Hoddle and Weah if they know who Wenger is."


    The reporters remained confused.


    "Mr. Hall, can you exin why?"


    Aldrich rubbed his forehead, helplessly saying, "If I recall correctly, Hoddle''s only league title came under Wenger''s management. When Weah won the Ballon d''Or, who was he most grateful to? It was Wenger, the man you''re constantly mocking and ridiculing."


    The room fell silent as Aldrich stood up to leave.


    British media had grown overly self-satisfied, arrogantly mocking others while remaining oblivious to their ignorance.


    At the end of the day, it was still because Wenger was currently in Japan. If Wenger were in France, the British press would likely be more respectful.


    Although Wenger only secured one league title in Monaco, he had achieved respectable results in Europeanpetitions, outperforming many English coaches.


    Fleet Street had shot themselves in the foot, offering up their faces to be pped, but they didn''t care��after all, it was just news, and dignity had little value!


    The next day, as they prepared for the Community Shield at Wembley, Aldrich maintained the lineup he had used in the friendlies, a mix of starters and substitutes.


    Manchester United fielded a well-rounded squad, having better prepared for summer training than Millwall.


    At least Ennd didn''t qualify for the Olympics, and none of Manchester United''s yers were in the national squad. Therefore, their yers had ample time to rest.


    Wembley was packed, yet Aldrich sat quietly, not standing on the sidelines to direct, even when the game was going against them.


    When the final whistle blew, Manchester United edged Millwall with a solitary goal from Solskj?r, lifting the Community Shield.


    Afterwards, Aldrich faced criticism from the public, as many noted that while he had been bold in his verbal assaults against English football''s elite, his team performed poorly.


    And that was just the beginning.


    In the Premier League opener, Millwall drew 0-0 against Southampton away.


    Four dayster, they suffered a 1-2 defeat at home to Middlesbrough.


    This marked the end of their two-year unbeaten streak at home.


    The form was not only due to Millwall having a half-starting, half-reserve squad that didn''t click; Middlesbrough had also improved significantly, acquiring several strong yers like Juninho, Ravenelli, and Emerson, making them formidablepetitors as the league began.


    Millwall''s woes continued, as they barely defeated a fourth-tier team, Bristol City, in the League Cup via penalties.


    From the early August friendlies to the uing third round of the league at the end of August, Millwall''s performance left pundits speechless!


    Had they really fallen that quickly?


    It was faster than aet colliding with Earth!


    Criticism for Manchester United''s title defense became louder than ever.


    The reason? In the season''s opening match, Manchester United''s charming David Beckham scored a stunning long-range goal.


    Although Millwall hadn''t slipped into the relegation zone, they were perilously close.


    Aldrich aimed topete for the title this season, but winning relied on the yers, so he focused on their form.


    Over the past month of training, it appeared that those yers who had little rest over the summer were gradually improving.


    Their performance metrics during training had surpassed their peak state fromst season, and mentally, they had shaken off the weariness and boredom ofpetition, rekindling their hunger for the game!


    After easily advancing in the League Cup, each yer showed their best form in training, allowing Aldrich to finally confirm that their season was set to begin!


    Before the weekend match against Coventry at home, Aldrich attended a press conference.


    Lately, he had been under heavy fire, with people getting incredibly personal, even with gossip columns inventing stories about a supposed trust crisis in the locker room, suggesting that Millwall might be poised to lose key yers before the transfer window closed.


    Hands shot up as reporters inquired about locker room conflicts and whether yers wished to leave Millwall.


    Aldrich remained tight-lipped, finally stating just one line.


    "The preseason warm-up for Millwall has concluded."


    The next day, Fleet Street collectively criticized Aldrich''s arrogance, mocking his excuse as childish.


    On match day, Aldrich entered the stadium early. The fans in the stands were vibrant and enthusiastic, showing unwavering support for the team, despite their first home loss in two years.


    In Ennd, fans are categorized distinctly. The first type are the supporters who stick with their team through thick and thin, regardless of results. The second type are fans whockmitment and switch allegiances based on whose football is more appealing. Before Manchester United''s rise, they might have favored Liverpool or Tottenham, and when Manchester United captured their attention, they would jump on that bandwagon. The third type is the fair-weather fan��those who focus wherever the glitz and mour are.


    Millwall, before Aldrich''s arrival, had little appeal to thetter two types of fans. Therefore, even with a smaller stadium, the stands were filled with passionate supporters who didn''t care about external opinions or allow the team''s results to diminish their loyalty. They were the bedrock of the club''s long-term survival.


    Although Millwall now had its fair share of fans and fair-weather observers, should the team''s performance falter, thosetter types would turn and leave without a second thought.


    Aldrich stepped onto the stands, making his way toward the executive box. The atmosphere was morefortable in the VIP area, where seating was spacious. In the top row, sitting in the back row of the passage was Arthur, Pusk��s, and Irwin.


    Pusk��s had spent the past few months receiving treatment in the UK, and his condition had improved significantly to where he was mostly lucid and mentally sharp. As the new season began, he wanted toe watch Aldrich lead the team, so he arrived at the Den.


    However, to ensure he wouldn''t have any issues, Aldrich asked his friend Irwin to keep an eye on him, while the staff at the stadium remained on alert.


    Arthur felt that watching the game from the box was not exciting enough, so he sat next to them.


    Fortuitously, Arthur had previously witnessed the "Battle of the Century" between Hungary and Ennd at Wembley when he was young, and Pusk��s was a legendary figure from his memories.


    "Hey, Aldrich, your team doesn''t seem up to par," Pusk��s remarked without holding back, chuckling.


    Aldrich smirked and replied, "Hold off on making any conclusions just yet. Stay here and watch carefully; let''s talk about the team''s performance after the match is over."


    "Littled, you said it yourself, don''t forget!"


    After sharing augh, Pusk��s turned back to chat with Arthur. As a father, Arthur could tell how much Pusk��s appreciated Aldrich, enthusiastically introducing him to the yers of Millwall and borately discussing what they could achieve on the pitch.


    Nedved, for example, became the superhero in Arthur''s description��a tough guy who could st both the ball and the opposing yer into the goal!


    Aldrich exchanged a few words with Irwin before navigating the corridor down to the pitch.


    As the yers took the field, Millwall''s starting lineup, the strongest of the season, prepared to face the visiting underdogs, Coventry.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Stam, Southgate, Capdev.


    Midfielders: Makelele, Pirlo, Nedved.


    Forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko.

 Chapter 165: Sound the horn for the championship battle.

    <h4>Chapter 165: Sound the horn for the championship battle.</h4>


    In the third round of the English Premier League, Millwall faced Coventry at home. Aldrich was determined to secure a victory in this match.


    The atmosphere in the stadium was electrifying, and the excitement even reached the seasonedmentators from Sky Sports.


    "Hello, everyone! It''s Martin Tyler and Andy Gray back with you this weekend for thetest round of the Premier League. Millwall, who have not performed well from pre-season untilst week''s league matches, are up against a Coventry side that is not as strong. In yesterday''s press conference, Millwall''s manager Hall only said one thing. He implied that previous losses, including the Community Shield against Manchester United, the draw with Southampton, and the home loss to Middlesbrough, were merely warm-up matches. Andy, what do you make of that?"


    "Many believe he''s just saving face, but I see it differently. Objectively, he is trying to get his yers back into shape. Millwall has not fielded their strongest lineup in the earlier matches. For example, in the past two league games, the midfield consisted of Lampard, Back, and Gattuso. Their performance wasn''t terrible, especially considering the average age of the three is only 19. They''ve shown resilience and have had some bright moments, though they stillck maturity and luck. So, I''m very eager to see how they perform today. With Pires and Thuram gone, how will Millwall y?"


    The yers taking the field today were energized, eagerly gearing up for a big match.


    In the pre-match locker room, Aldrich effectively lifted the team''s spirits.


    "The horn for Millwall''s title chase in the Premier League is officially blown today. Until we secure the championship, no one can ck off. We need to show all of Ennd why we are called the Lions!"


    This instilled a powerful belief in the whole team: victory!


    The match has begun, and Coventry and Millwall are tied on points. However, in theirst match, they managed to secure a draw at the home ground of the London Hammers, and they are eager to resiliently earn some points against Millwall, who find themselves in a tight spot.


    However, their hopes were dashed quickly.


    Millwall maintained the core framework ofst season''s starting lineup.


    Pires and Thuram were not irreceable; their absence wouldn''t shatter Millwall.


    In fact, the inclusion of Shevchenko in the forward line and the more assist-savvy Schneider as the starting right-back actually enhanced Millwall''s attacking prowess. Especially with Pirlo still gaining attention, Nedved remained the focal point of the frontline''s attack, which allowed Pirlo more room to maneuver.


    It''s fair to say that thest match, where Millwall crushed Liverpool 8-0 in the FA Cup, was crucial for Pirlo. It was a rite of passage that hugely boosted his confidence, allowing him to stabilize his role in orchestrating the midfield.


    Nedved attracted defenders in the front while Pirlo calmly directed from behind. Millwall''s attack flowed smoothly, incessantly testing Coventry''s defensive nerves.


    Attacks flowed toward Coventry''s goal like a relentless tide, and even when the offensive ys concluded, Coventry''s counterattacks would swiftly lose possession. Millwall''s defensive unity and tactical discipline were impressive; their forwards didn''t just drop back for show but actively disrupted Coventry''s attacking shape. Once they secured a defensive win, the transition to offense was immediate, pushing aggressively into the attack.


    Millwall''s offensive structure was clear-cut, with appropriate spacing between lines, ensuring consistent threats from the front while solidly controlling secondary attack points.


    After a one-two with Schneider, Shevchenko sprinted to the byline and delivered a precise cross to Trezeguet, whose header regrettably struck the crossbar, bouncing down into the field.


    Before the audience''s sighs could finish, Shevchenko, who had connected with Schneider, leapt up for a header from the rebound, and the goalkeeper, still lying on the ground, couldn''t make a save.


    "The Ukrainian has scored! That''s his second goal of the season. In thest match against Middlesbrough, he salvaged a goal for Millwall. Clearly, he''s in excellent form this new season! He''s scoring with both head and foot, and Millwall''s young yers are truly enviable. Ferguson sought after super strikers all summer, but Hall parted ways with Pires without worry because he has Shevchenko to rece him. It''s evident that Shevchenko has a stronger scoring ability in the box. This not-so-bulked-upd is unforgettable."


    After scoring, Shevchenko embraced Trezeguet. Although he has been at Millwall for a year, he still feels somewhat inexperienced. This isn''t rted to his skill level but rather to his struggle to fully express himself. Even after scoring, he refrains from celebrating exuberantly, seemingly fearing that a poor performance in the next match might lead to criticism.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, smiling and apuding. His decision to ce Shevchenko in the right winger position is because he prefers utilizing him to score goals rather than to create opportunities. On the right side, he has the capable Schneider providing assists, while on the left wing, Larsson offers a more well-rounded skill set, capable of both scoring and assisting. With Capdev making runs to support, Larsson can effectively share the defensive pressure faced by Nedved, thus indirectly freeing him up.


    Coventry struggled to mount any offense because they had trouble retaining possession. It wasn''t that Millwall was merely ying keep-away; their pressing defense was outstanding. For a teamcking precision in passing, whether through ground passes or aerial balls, getting past Millwall''s defensive wall was a tall order.


    Thirteen minutes in, Nedved and Larson executed a ssic one-two on the left side of the box. Larson flicked it to Nedved, who made a run for it and took a powerful shot that the opposing goalkeeper had no chance against. The ball hit the goalkeeper in the chest and bounced out, allowing Trezeguet to easily slot it into the empty.


    The goalkeeper from the opposing team was struck in the chest with such force that it felt like being hit by a heavy hammer. He spent nearly three minutes on the sidelines receiving treatment before finally collecting himself and returning to the pitch to resume the match.


    At the 40th minute, Pirlo moved up to receive a pass from Nedved, unexpectedly advancing towards the box. He delivered a brilliant through ball that split the defense. Shevchenko sessfully timed his run to collect the ball andid it off to Larson, who swept it into the at the far post.


    Millwall''s attacking trident had all found the within just forty minutes.


    In the stoppage time of the first half, Pirlo took a corner kick, and center-back Stam headed the ball into the, solidifying the score at 4-0.


    Fans were ecstatic after the first half; Millwall was back! The fast and ferocious Lions were back!


    In the second half, Coventry retreated en masse to avoid a more humiliating defeat, but Millwall''s assault only intensified. Aldrich substituted two yers in the 60th minute, bringing on Back for Pirlo and Van Nistelrooy for Trezeguet.


    The remaining time was a relentless siege on the Coventry goal. In the 70th minute, Back, receiving a back pass from Nedved, struck a stunning long-range shot that resulted in Millwall''s fifth goal.


    Millwall was firing on all cylinders, scoring at will against a powerless opponent.


    Aldrich took a seat. He would only rise to apud after each goal. To be honest, winning by six or seven goals against Coventry was not a huge achievement, as the two teams were not on the same level.


    Moreover, Millwall''s tactics were ahead of their time, rooted in their extensive running��this was their advantage. Aldrich wasn''t sure how long this edge wouldst, but at least for a year or two, it should be fine. This was a matter of philosophy; it didn''t just depend on what the head coach wanted to achieve but also required yer cooperation.


    Because Aldrich''s team was young, his ideas resonated well with the yers; it was a shared pursuit, not a question of who was elevating whom.


    The new fitness training introducedst season was starting to show significant effects this season.


    Combined with the steady improvement in individual skills, Aldrich believed this group of yers could achieve unprecedented glory.


    In the 83rd minute, Nedved connected with a pass from Van Nistelrooy, unleashing a powerful shot into the mesh. Millwall led by six goals!


    Aldrich stood up joyfully, waving his arms in celebration, for this goal was magnificent. The forwardbination ripped apart the opponent''s defense through continuous passing movements. With only eight passes, each was crucial, maximizing the width and space of the field, where the yers'' understanding yed a vital role.


    Once he sat down, Aldrich noticed Benitez jotting down Millwall''s goal patterns in his notebook. He chuckled softly, "Those kinds of goals can''t be replicated. We don''t practice them in training. What the yers work on is actually quite simple, but because it''s simple, it allows for various beautiful goals to emerge in unpredictable circumstances during a match."


    Benitez raised his eyebrows with a sigh of disinterest.


    Aldrich began to drift away, his mind starting to ponder other issues: money.


    Last season, Millwall garnered approximately eight million pounds from television broadcast revenue,rgely thanks to winning titles in both cuppetitions, with around 70%ing from the Premier League.


    This season was expected to exceed that by some margin. It sounds like it might only be five to six million pounds, but actually, ording to the current Premier League broadcasting contract, each club averages about three million pounds. Of course, this is based on an average distribution; the Premier League revenue-sharing is not strictly by equal shares but partly equal. Millwall had a high number of televised matches and a good league standing, thus earning broadcast revenue that only trailed behind Manchester United and Liverpool. Though Arsenal''s ranking was also high, their number of televised games remained low. They hadn''t managed to shake off the burden of dull football. Fans often found themselves dozing off in the stands, let alone the viewers at home.


    If next season arrives, the Premier League broadcasting contracts will see a significant increase. Based onst season''s standards, Millwall could easily surpass ten million pounds solely from Premier League broadcasting revenue. As a result, Aldrich nned to offer contract renewals and sry increases to yers next summer, hoping they would remain content and not seek to leave. While he might not be able to match top Premier League sries, he certainly wouldn''t skimp on sries that matched their worth.


    Moving into the new millennium, broadcasting revenues would further skyrocket, with top-tier teams earning over thirty to forty million pounds per season without difficulty. Coupled with Champions League and domestic cup revenues, mega-clubs like Manchester United could pocket over a hundred million pounds, and that would only represent less than half of their total ie.


    Aldrich couldn''t operate like Manchester United through debt financing, even though that was the zer family''s responsibility; after all, over a billion pounds of debt for a club like Chelsea a decadeter, or Arsenal with over four hundred million pounds and Liverpool with over two hundred million pounds, was beyond what Millwall could sustain. Some of these clubs could afford such situations, but others were simply skilled at spending money.


    It was clear that Millwall needed to pursuemercialization and globalization aggressively.


    In terms of building a team, Aldrich didn''t intend to follow other clubs by continuously creating short-term three-year ns, splurging on veteran stars. Instead, he wanted to nurture a self-sufficient Millwall, which undoubtedly posed challenges. But hecked the financial might of Abramovich or the Abu Dhabi royal family, nor did he n to list like Manchester United on the American stock market for financing.

 Chapter 166: Unstoppable!

    <h4>Chapter 166: Unstoppable!</h4>


    Millwall finally opened the door to victory in the third round of the league, achieving an impressive six-goal win. After the match, Aldrich praised his team''s performance in an interview, choosing not to mention the visiting team, as it seemed pointless.


    That evening, he cooked at home and enjoyed a pleasant dinner chatting about the game with Pusk��s and his father.


    The next day, the headline in the Premier League was "The Roaring Lions Make a Powerful Comeback!"


    To everyone''s surprise, The Times reported a sensational story as their front-page headline:


    "That Fat Guy Is Back!"


    The subheading read: "Pusk��s: The King Returns!"


    The apanying image showed Pusk��s in the stands at the Den, arms raised in celebration of a goal, with Arthur jumping up excitedly beside him, while Ivan pped joyfully on the other side.


    The live broadcast initially aimed to catch Arthur of Millwall, but when some seasoned football insiders saw the elderly man next to him, they had to dig up old photographs to confirm their suspicions.


    It was him!


    It was the overweight man who once guided the most formidable Hungarian team ever to Wembley, unforgettable for all the fans who watched!


    Over forty years had passed, yet for fans of that era, Pusk��s, the slightly overweight flying major, remained unforgettable. He led the Hungarian national team to crush Ennd''s pride right on their home turf. Even when Ennd visited Budapest six monthster, they were met with even greater humiliation!


    So, why was this legendary football star at the Den?


    Was he just there to watch the game?


    It didn''t seem so; he appeared to be enjoying thepany of those around him.


    While Millwall celebrated their six-goal rout over Coventry, Fleet Street''s focus was on Pusk��s''s presence.


    Even Real Madrid caught wind of it and called Millwall to ask, "Why is our legendary superstar at your ce?"


    But Real Madrid''s inquiry was merely symbolic; they had yet to enter a true era of globalmercialization, and even Di St��fano had not returned to the club as an honorary president.


    International fixtures were scheduled forte August, early September, and early October. With the first three rounds of the Premier Leagueplete, yers would soon switch gears to the international stage.


    During this period, Aldrich made a point to rify in interviews that Pusk��s was in London for health reasons and only visiting the Den to watch the match; there were no other intentions, and he hoped the media would respect that.


    At the same time, he subtly expressed his views to the French national team coach, Jacquet, through the media.


    "Even though Trezeguet is young, he''s improving every day. He has distinctive qualities as a forward, and I believe he has a ce in the future of the French team. Makelele has undergone a position transformation at Millwall; he used to y as a full-back, but now he ys as a defensive midfielder. His qualities and contributions are significant, and such yers are the favorites of any coach. You know what to expect from them. If you want to control the game, limit the opponent''s attacks, or simply strengthen your defense, just bring on Makelele. If you ask him to deliver a perfect performance, that''s what he''ll give you. I hope Coach Jacquet pays attention to these two yers; if they keep progressing and contributing to the team, and performing well at top levels, please give them the chance to serve their country."


    Aldrich''s heartfelt remarks aimed to win hearts, and as long as the yers felt appreciated, it was enough. He could see that both Makelele and Trezeguet were somewhat frustrated about their exclusion from the national team.


    With only two years until the World Cup in France, Aldrich hoped Trezeguet could make the cut, and he wanted the same for Makelele. After all, it was a home World Cup, which carried great significance. Whilepetition for starting positions might be tough, just being a part of a World Cup-winning team was a dream many yers aspired to.


    Before the yers returned to the squad, Millwall officially announced a major development.


    A press conference was held where Aldrich personally announced before all the reporters: In five years, Millwall will have a brand new top-ss stadium!


    The proposed architectural design and name of the new stadium were also revealed, presented on a giant poster and affixed to the main building of the club.


    The mighty Lion King Stadium!


    Even though fans were nostalgic about the Den, they had long prepared for a new stadium since ns had been discussed five to six years ago.


    After all, this new season''s home matches for Millwall''s European Cup were scheduled to be yed at Wembley, which made fans realize that their current facilities were no longer adequate for the team''s growing strength.


    As soon as the new stadium n was announced, it caused a sensation.


    Was Millwall on an unstoppable trajectory?


    Just by looking at the promotional images, one could tell how massive the investment would be. Other Premier League clubs had built new stadiums in the past few years, mostly holding capacities of around thirty to forty thousand, with costs capped at around thirty million pounds. Millwall, however, was nning for a sixty-thousand capacity venue,plete with arge area for integratedmercial and entertainment purposes��it seemed like a dream!


    What kind of fan base do you have to support a stadium thatrge?


    Two years ago, the answer would have been none. A year ago, maybe just a few. But now, while six thousand fans may not fill that capacity, at least forty thousand seemed feasible, and as long as Millwall maintains this upward trend, attendance wouldn''t be an issue by the time the new stadium opens.


    After all, they are located in the international metropolis of London.


    That alone is an advantage that few other teams can match; just look at ckburn, whose performance dipped and attendance plummeted promptly.


    Millwall''s long-term ns sent shockwaves through the Premier League. Fergusonmented on it: "Millwall has the ambition to challenge the traditional order. They almost seededst season, and I have no doubt that in the future, they will be a regr team in the Premier League title race. However, they are still young, and other teams in the Premier League should announce their presence when facing them, reminding Millwall that sess is not a given."


    Aldrich chose not to respond to externalments; he simply announced his team''s ns and left the rest to Adam, who would be very busy this season��not only managing the new stadium project, but also preparing for the future. He would reach out to various offshore financial centers to establish partnerships, helping Millwall split contracts when signing yers to reduce taxes and lower costs.


    There was no other way; future sry costs would soar, and it would be essential to use tax avoidance strategies. Tax avoidance and tax evasion are two different concepts: the former is legal, while thetter can lead to imprisonment.


    Once the international fixtures werepleted, Millwall quickly regrouped and set off for the north bank of the Thames, visiting their old rivals Arsenal, who had been heavily criticized by their fans this summer.


    Wenger had not yet stepped in, but the season was already underway.


    Rioch felt flustered and embarrassed, knowing that a new head coach was about to take over his position, but he still had to lead the team to y the game. Things looked calm in north London after their opening win over the Hammers. However, Rioch was criticized by Arsenal fans after the 0-2 defeat at Anfield in the second round. Furious, Rioch stood firm and issued a bold ultimatum to the Arsenal board: "I quit!"


    Following a sessful away win against promoted Leicester City in their third match, Rioch departed from his position as head coach with style.


    Fleet Street wasted no time in stoking the fires, iming Rioch was scared of losing to Millwall in the London Derby at Highbury and thus left prematurely.


    Aldrich''s nickname from over a year ago resurfaced:


    "coach killer,"---situation turned out to be quite amusing this time; the opposing team ran away without even starting the match.


    It was all just sensationalized storytelling by Fleet Street to draw attention.


    Aldrich, however, was uninterested in the gossip. Currently, Arsenal''s head coach was Houstone, the caretaker who had taken over after Graham''s departure. This fellow was a bit of a fill-in, going wherever he was needed. Rioch came in, and he stepped aside; when Rioch left to await Wenger, he quickly resumed his role without hesitation.


    Arsenal was having a tough season, already aware before it started that a new head coach was set to arrive. The media widely imed that Wenger did not understand football, which misled the Arsenal yers. Even captain Adams did not hold back in interviews, openly mocking Wenger and questioning how a coach from Japan could possibly grasp the culture of English football.


    Rioch managed to stabilize Arsenal over the course of a season. While he was unable topletely reshape the team, at least the yers focused on ying their game with honesty and dedication.


    But now, the Arsenal locker room was engulfed in turmoil once more.


    The summer recruits Vieira and Pires were left sitting on the bench, as Rioch was trying to appease the older yers in the squad. After all, those two weren''t his chosen yers; he had only found outte in the transfer market that he was merely a backup, and the club had purchased these two without consulting him. Deploying them was easy, but who would he pull from the starting lineup? Why should he care about appeasing Pires and Vieira if it meant putting himself in a tight spot?


    In the midst of this internal and external strife, the London Derby kicked off at Highbury.


    The Arsenal fans in the stands were apathetic; previously, there had been dull football, but at least there were some championships��they now had nothing to hope for!


    The coach who had taken a year to finally settle in had left. Houstone, standing on the sidelines, was practically invisible.


    The most disheartening thing for the fans was that this proud traditional powerhouse, Arsenal, once led by tactical mastermind Chapman, had invited a coach from Japan��what on earth was the future of their beloved team?


    The Arsenal yers showed clear signs of low morale; they were dissatisfied with the club. Just when they started to regain a semnce of spirit, Rioch departure left them despondent.


    Even during today''s match, as Aldrich walked out of the yers'' tunnel, he could smell alcohol on some of the Arsenal yers.


    Millwall''s yers were energized, truly experiencing the passion and allure of football. Compared tost season''s 442 formation, the new 433 setup was more dynamic and attacking, with yers running purposefully, breaking through the opponent''s defense, and finding space to thrive; it exhrated them.


    Only a few thousand Millwall fans in the stands were equally ecstatic, singing in joyous unison as if it were a festival.


    Arsenal might not have been aggressive enough, but at least their defense held up, allowing Millwall just two goals during the match.


    Millwall defeated Arsenal 2-0 away, marking a ferocious revival.


    After two consecutive victories, Millwall''s momentum became unstoppable.


    Sheffield Wednesday 0:3 Millwall


    Millwall 4:1 Aston Vi


    Liverpool 2:4 Millwall


    Millwall 2:0 Nottingham Forest


    Leicester City 1:3 Millwall


    Millwall 5:0 Wimbledon


    Millwall 4:1 Spurs


    By the time the twelfth round of the Premier League concluded in October, Millwall had achieved an incredible fourteen-match winning streak across allpetitions, including nine consecutive wins from the third round to the twelfth round of the Premier League��what an impressive force!


    In the twelfth round of the Premier League, unstoppable Millwall would head to Manchester to challenge the reigning champions, Manchester United!

 Chapter 167: Stampede, mighty lions, onward!

    <h4>Chapter 167: Stampede, mighty lions, onward!</h4>


    On the day of the match at Manchester United, the weather in Manchester was unpredictable yet weing, with brilliant sunshine and a cool autumn breeze��ideal conditions for the yers.


    On the Millwall team bus heading to Old Trafford, Aldrich sat in the front row next to Jansen, who was engrossed in a football magazine, his eyes fixed on a colorful spread.


    Jansen nced at the magazine and eagerly snatched it from Aldrich, gazing at the image of a young man in a Barcelona jersey. "What a genius Manchester United missed out on," he eximed.


    The vibrant image was actually just a screenshot from a match broadcast, featuring a Brazilian named Ronaldo. He was celebrating a goal, arms wide open in joy.


    Despite arriving at Barcelona with a staggering transfer fee of twenty million dors in the summer, the most sensational storyline of the Spanish transfer market in 1996 wasn''t Ronaldo, but rather a yer who transferred from Real Madrid to Camp Nou: Luis Enrique.


    However, under Bobby Robson''s management, Ronaldo quickly became a star and darling of the fans from his very first match for Barcelona, which was a Supercopa sh against Atletico Madrid. His influence skyrocketed, capturing the attention of all of Europe.


    Even the English media started to obsessively follow this football icon who had earned the nickname "Extraterrestrial," harboring feelings of envy and admiration.


    Aldrich felt conflicted inside; Millwall had been on a two-month winning streak, putting forth thrilling performances, yet they were overshadowed by the exploits of a superstar whose individual talent shone brighter.


    Even in London, the spotlight had shifted entirely to Ronaldo.


    The turning point came a few days ago during the seventh round of La Liga, where the dazzling Ronaldo scored a goal that elevated him from "human" to "demi-god."


    In an away match against Compost, Ronaldoted Barcelona''s third goal in just 14 seconds��taking the ball from his first touch to finishing it in the, all while evading five defenders. His footwork, situational awareness, physical attributes, and overall skill were on full disy, resulting in a goal that left Bobby Robson staring in disbelief.


    What was even more fascinating was that immediately after this incredible goal, the first person to rush out of the Barcelona bench to celebrate was none other than Meulensteen. Perhaps witnessing Ronaldo''s rise in this season prompted him toter im that the best yer he had ever seen was Ronaldo��not Cristiano Ronaldo.


    Post-match, Robsonmented that Ronaldo didn''t belong to this, marking theunch of the "Extraterrestrial" legend worldwide.


    Subsequently, Nike marketed the moment, reying the goal endlessly and running the tagline: Imagine asking God to make you the best yer in the world... and God listens.


    While Jansen continued to tease about Manchester United missing out on Ronaldo, Aldrich turned to gaze out the window, feeling somewhat disheartened.


    It was a good era, as many stars were rising, but for him, it was also a bad era. He knew well that very few stars be constants in football��many just pass by like shooting stars.


    Ronaldo went to La Liga, where his attributes suited the game perfectly, yet he missed the chance to be thoroughly coached by Ferguson.


    If history had taken a different course, Aldrich fantasized about Ronaldo receiving sage advice before he achieved stardom rather than confronting the two greatest enemies of his career: injuries and decline.


    He was remarkable, yet he could have be a football god, but he didn''t. Aside from the World Cup and some iconic goals, his club des were painfully few.


    Aldrichughed at himself, realizing he was being too harsh, just as people wouldter expect Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo to lead their national teams to glory.


    As a head coach, he felt a sense of regret for so many talents who didn''t fail because they couldn''t, but rather because they gave up or sumbed to their circumstances.


    Returning to reality, Aldrich casually chatted with Jansen about this Brazilian prodigy, but their conversationrgely revolved around Ronaldo''s skill set and league environment.


    In addition to the emphasis on ball control in La Liga, defenses were not particrly strong; the match''s oue often depended on which team dominated the midfield. Good form could mean defeating formidable opponents, while the inability to control the midfield could lead to embarrassing defeats. Even prestigious teams like Real Madrid and Barcelona faced this issue.


    Analyzing many of the individual exemry goals scored by Ronaldo, from a coach''s perspective, Aldrich noted that many La Liga defenses were simply inadequate. They often fixated on the ball at the feet of the yer, eager to tackle, which provided ample room for skillful yers to maneuver. It might look like there were plenty of defenders, yet often they were swiftly bypassed by a single burst of speed without anyyered defense.


    As their discussion continued, the bus came to a halt.


    The entire Millwall squad had arrived at Old Trafford.


    On this sunny weekend, however, Old Trafford was engulfed in a cloud of gloom.


    After changing into their uniforms and shoes in the locker room, Aldrich instructed his yers to warm up on the field while he remained seated in silence.


    While Millwall was soaring high, Manchester United''s season had seen a notable decline. By now, they were nearly at the lowest point since the Premier League''s inception!


    Since the season kicked off in August, United imed the Community Shield and won their league opener with Beckham''s stunning lob against Wimbledon. Yet, they then hit a rut, drawing three consecutive matches. Leading up to a critical derby against Liverpool in the ninth round, they had managed four wins and a draw in theirst five matches, showing decent form. But in the subsequent two league games, United plummeted from spring to the bleakness of winter!


    Newcastle United handed them a humiliating 5-0 defeat at home.


    Southampton triumphed 6-3 over them at St. Mary''s.


    Just three days prior, United shockingly lost 0-1 to Fenerbah?e at home in the Champions League.


    Their remarkable forty-year unbeaten record in Europeanpetitions at home��set by Ferguson��crashed down in mes!


    In an instant, the media was aze with sentiments dering: The fall of the Manchester United dynasty!


    It was difficult to assess just how great this forty-year unbeaten European home record actually was. Before 1993, United had spent nearly thirty years without a Premier League title, thus avoiding the Champions League. They asionally participated in the UEFA Cup and Cup Winners'' Cup, rarely facing dominant teams from major European leagues. Thus, the unbeaten run was quite inted, especially considering that many of those years, they didn''t evenpete in Europe.


    Nevertheless, there was no debate about United''s dreadful form.


    Now, they were paying the price for their youth. Ferguson insisted that his young yers y full 90 minutes in every league and Champions League match; the fatigue from toiling back and forth along with the intense scrutiny from the media regarding their poor performances threatened to crush them.


    One of the major concerns for Manchester United was the heavy psychological toll on Cantona. The summer Euros saw France fall in the semifinals without him, leading the King of Old Trafford to realize that the national team door would likely never reopen for him. This mental blow was far more severe than physical injuries, as it drained the yer''s motivation for the game. Earlier that year, his role as a spiritual leader had brought the best out of him and his teammates, enabling them to weather pressure and quickly evolve.


    However, since the new season began, Cantona''s performances had been unsatisfactory. His red card before two consecutive defeats led him to miss the subsequent heavy losses, and the young United yers were on the brink of copse.


    Under the shadow of three consecutive defeats, Manchester United was set to face Millwall today. With only eleven rounds into the league, Millwall had umted 28 points, while Manchester United had just 19, widening the gap between the two teams to 9 points!


    After warming up, the yers returned to the dressing room. Aldrich stood up with his hands in his pockets.


    Looking around at each yer''s calm demeanor, he asked lightly, "Do I need to say anything?"


    In unison, the yers shouted, "No need!"


    This was Old Trafford��the Theatre of Dreams.


    Last season, they almost snatched three points here. Today, they would leave no regrets!


    With a piercing gaze and a stern expression, Aldrich spoke softly, "In the past three months, we''ve conquered Highbury and ttened Anfield. Today, we will dominate the Theatre of Dreams! Lions, let''s go!"


    He turned and opened the locker room door, the first to step out, as the yers confidently followed behind him.


    The Manchester United yers waiting in the tunnel to take the field were a stark contrast to the past; theycked the usual dominance associated with the Red Devils. The psychological toll from three defeats over the past ten days weighed heavily upon them, visibly manifesting from within.


    Aldrich strode towards the away team''s bench, head held high, expression nk. Meanwhile, the home fans in the nearby stands hurled verbal abuse at him, even some gesturing with their middle fingers.


    Aldrich didn''t mind; on the contrary, if the home crowd were weing, it would only mean he was a softie there to hand over three points to the Red Devils!


    Ferguson was already seated in his spot, chewing gum with a serious expression.


    Just two months ago, he had stirred the pot with psychological warfare, urging other Premier League teams to go hard against Millwall. Recently, however, he had dialed it back, burdened by internal and external troubles with United; he was too preupied to engage in any verbal sparring, especially with Liverpool currently sitting above United in the league!


    For the past two months, Aldrich had adopted a low-profile stance with the media. No matter what Ferguson mentioned, he would respond with a diplomatic tone, stating: If United maintained high-level performances, their winning the league was a given; they had greater strength and experience than us, and we were just focused on doing well in our next game. A championship? United were the top favorites.


    ncing at the fatigued United lineup minus Cantona, Aldrich took his position on the touchline, hands in pockets, watching the yers as they made their entrance onto the pitch.


    How crucial is a team''s spiritual leader?


    It is an intangible force that can elevate a team''s performance to another level!


    United''s recent unraveling was closely tied to the condition and suspension of Cantona.


    For Millwall, Aldrich''s envisioned team has firmed up its central axis, which serves as the bedrock of the squad since its formation. There exists no power struggle among Larsson, Nedved, and Southgate; their respected positions in the locker room are indisputable. Furthermore, their resilient spirit and ungging attitude can effectively motivate the entire team.


    As the match was about to kick off, both teams held a serious demeanor.


    "The focal battle of Round Twelve in the English Premier League is set to ignite at Old Trafford. Defending champions Manchester United face the current league leaders, Millwall. Millwall has been on a roll recently, boasting fourteen consecutive victories across allpetitions and nine straight wins in the Premier League. Hall''s team isn''t just hard to defeat��they haven''t even allowed a draw! Pre-match media opinions suggest that despite United having home advantage, Millwall is favored to win. Oh, and United has conceded eleven goals over two matches��the worst back-to-back losses in sixty-six years! Just three days ago, they saw their forty-year unbeaten home record in Europeanpetitionse to an end. Has the reign of the Red Devils reached its conclusion?"


    "Martin, if Manchester United fails to curb Millwall''s current winning streak today, it would likely signal their defeat in the title race."


    "Why? Is a twelve-point gap really insurmountable? We''ve only yed twelve rounds! Last year, Newcastle United led by twelve at one point."


    "Because Millwall''s defense is superior! They are able to score goals and their defense is equally strong. Hall''s team continues to improve, and now every team in the Premier League appears bewildered when facing Millwall because you cannot contain their midfield. The pairing of Nedved and Pirlo is nothing short of genius. Should teams employ man-marking or zonal marking? Should they apply pressure high up the pitch or swarm at the back? Millwall always has a solution. They can create openings through the center and their wing y is very mature. The scoring threats are very evenly distributed among Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko, and Nedved; together, they haveted a total of 21 goals in thest nine matches! Among them, Larsson has the most with seven goals, while Pirlo, Schneider, and Stam have also contributed. Millwall''s attack is now nearly impossible to defend against; if they can leave Old Trafford today with a victory, I believe there is nothing that can stop them from iming the club''s first-ever top-flight league title as long as they don''t create issues for themselves."


    "But for the sake of suspense in the Premier League, we hope United can show the spirit of defending champions. At the very least, they cannot afford to take another hit at Old Trafford. Let''s introduce today''s starting lineups: Manchester United, goalkeeper: Schmeichel; defenders: Neville, May, Palister, Irwin; midfielders: Butt, Keane, Scholes, Beckham, Solskjaer; forward: Cole. United are lining up in a 4-5-1 formation today; it seems like Ferguson wants to counter Millwall''s midfield dominance. Cantona is suspended due to his direct red card, but he will return next round, while Giggs has been out for quite a while now. The Red Devils fans are already reminiscing about his electrifying runs down the nk."


    "Millwall''s lineup: starting goalkeeper: Butt; defenders: Schneider, Stam, Souness, Capdev; midfielders: Makelele, Pirlo, Nedved; forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko. Hall has made it clear that he''s going all out for the league with this starting formation, fielding substitutes in the League Cup and UEFA Cup to ensure his yers get enough rest. They are fit and consistently delivering ster performances. Alright, the match is underway! The visiting Millwall kicks off. What kind of strategy will they employ against Manchester United? Let''s wait and see!"

 Chapter 168: Full firepower unleashed

    <h4>Chapter 168: Full firepower unleashed</h4>


    The sky above Old Trafford was filled with the roars of the Red Devils fans, creating an atmosphere that was overwhelmingly electric. Fast forward ten years, when more than 60% of those in the stands supporting the Red Devils are non-local fans, such scenes will undoubtedly be a rarity.


    However, it was precisely this vibrant atmosphere that ignited an even stronger fighting spirit within the visiting Millwall team.


    From the very beginning, Millwall took charge of the game, firmly controlling the tempo. It was evident that the Manchester United yers looked fatigued; their pressing and movementgged at least one tier behind Millwall''s intensity.


    Scholes pressured Pirlo, while the double pivot of Butt and Keane focused on limiting Nedved''s influence, as Manchester United aimed to wrest control in midfield.


    But their efforts were thwarted by Millwall''s superior movement and tactics.


    Pirlo and Makelele had developed a strong understanding over time. Previously, Makelele, with Nedved ahead of him in midfield, prioritized solid defensive duties and did not push forward much, leading to a considerable gap between them. However, with Pirlo beside him, the dynamics changed. Pirlo liberated Nedved, and also activated Makelele''s attacking capabilities. Whenever Scholes attempted to disturb Pirlo with his movements, Pirlo would shift the ball to Makelele, who would then make a decision based on their positioning.


    Cole dropped back to hassle, while Southgate moved up to contribute to the attack. In the middle and back, Millwall was not easily distracted from maintaining possession.


    Under pressure, Pirlo received the ball and either executed a cross-field pass or a back pass. After a series of three touches, he surged forward. Makelele fed the ball back to him, and as Pirlo shook off Scholes''s defense, he executed a straight pass to Nedved. Just as Nedved turned to receive the ball, he was taken down from behind by Keane, who resorted to a foul.


    Referee Poll blew the whistle, signaling a free kick.


    Keane, without arguing, stepped back, keeping a fixed gaze on Nedved.


    As the Czech rose to his feet, he ced the ball at his feet and, before fully straightening up, sent it rolling backward.


    Quickly take the free kick!


    Pirlo, near the center circle, controlled the ball and, with a single touch,unched a long ball that soared over the heads of Manchester United''s defensive midfielders.


    On the left nk, Larsson stood just outside the penalty area, using his chest to cushion the ball down against Neville''s challenge. At the same moment it dropped, he nudged it aside with the outside of his foot. The transition from reception to pass was seamless, both efficient and elegant!


    Almost simultaneously, Capdev burst up the left side, racing towards the byline. Neville turned to chase, but he was a step too slow.


    Capdev''s run forced the entire United defense to turn and recover, but he decisively delivered a cross.


    The ball raced low across the ground towards the goal area, where Trezeguet and David May were caught in a tense struggle for the near post. This situation made Schmeichel reluctant toe forward, while Trezeguet, aware he wouldn''t connect with the ball, deliberately increased his physical confrontation to ensure May couldn''t clear it!


    The ball rolled past both of them, and Schmeichel was left stunned, quickly turning to chase towards the back post, but he was unable to catch up. Shevchenko came charging in unexpectedly, receiving the ball and effortlessly slotting it into the.


    "Shevchenko! Shevchenko! Shevchenko! What a powerful striker! He''s scored again! And at Old Trafford, no less! Capdev, who has firmly secured a starting position this season, has been outstanding. He''s a fullback but ys a crucial role in both defense and supporting the attack! Millwall leads Manchester United 1-0 away!"


    After scoring, Shevchenko pointed to Capdev and ran towards him, with other teammates quickly joining in. They embraced tightly, symbolizing their unity!


    "Martin, this goal may seem simple, but did you notice how it unfolded? Nedved initiated the y, Pirlo delivered the long pass, Larsson made the decisive touch, Capdev crossed it, and Trezeguet attracted defensive attention while Shevchenko made thete run to score. All Millwall''s attacking yers participated in this goal''s creation. If only the forward yers were involved, United might have been able to defend it, but Capdev''s unexpected assist turned it into a vulnerability. Look, Neville is calling Beckham over; I bet he''s instructing him to drop deeper defensively. Otherwise, how can Neville handle both Larsson and Capdev on his own? It''sughable. Just containing Larsson without making mistakes is already tough enough."


    "Ha, I agree with you. Ferguson doesn''t look pleased at all. Over the past few matches, he hasn''t been smiling. He''s pointing at his yers, clearly demanding more effort."


    Aldrich raised his arms in celebration, then raised both fists triumphantly.


    The camera zoomed in on him as Old Trafford erupted in boos.


    No big deal; let them boo.


    Any coach intimidated by booing has no future!


    Anfield, Highbury, White Hart Lane, Stamford Bridge, Upton Park... Every ground that boos me will remember my name!


    The yers on the field celebrated calmly, with Nedved being the first to jog back, his expression returning to one of sereneposure.


    After kick-off, Manchester United attempted to shift the momentum, but their attacking formation was utterly fragmented by Millwall''s organized defense. Beckham had just stopped the ball at the wing when Larsson closed in to mark him. As he took a step forward, Capdev cleverly intercepted the ball and passed it to Larsson, who executed a one-two y with Capdev.


    Beckham sprinted back, but Capdev stopped the ball and passed it to the more withdrawn Makelele, keeping the tempo firmly in Millwall''s hands.


    Before Beckham could make it halfway back, Makelele and Pirlo executed another one-two. The ball was sent out to Capdev on the nk.


    Capdev feigned a pass, tricking Beckham off bnce. He then surged forward, forcing Neville to match up defensively. Capdev didn''t give Neville a close chance and instead passed the ball to Larsson, who had been making a run into the box.


    Larsson received the ball near the byline and drew David May into his defense. Instead of pushing forward, he took two steps back while maintaining possession, then passed the ball to the onrushing Nedved. He then turned sharply and made a forward run towards the goal. Nedved, understanding Larsson''s intention, flicked the ball back without stopping it, slicing through Manchester United''s defense.


    Larsson, arriving at the ball, skillfully shot for the far corner, effortlessly sending it into the.


    Schmeichel yelled furiously at the defense, while David May and Pallister signaled with their hands, iming that Larsson was in an offside position.


    The assistant referee raised the g for offside even before Larsson shot.


    A collective gasp swept through Old Trafford.


    Larsson stood with his hands on his hips, visibly frustrated: "That was a clear goal!"


    The previous intery had been exquisite, yet it was all for naught due to the offside call.


    Aldrich approached to pressure the fourth official, regardless of the validity of the call.


    He continuously protested to the officials, viewing the rey on the big screen. It remained difficult to determine if Larsson was indeed offside. From a neutral standpoint, both the call and no-call could be justified; considering the split-second timing, it was unreasonable to expect the referee''s precision to match that of a machine.


    Particrly because Larsson noticeably retreated after delivering the pass and then pushed forward, trying to avoid being caught offside. However, since he came back from an offside position, it made it easier for him to be deemed offside.


    Manchester United escaped a scare, and the match continued. Their urgent desire to equalize forced them to push forward, while Scholes had yet to firmly establish himself in the attacking midfielder role. Last season, he frequently acted as a shadow striker, scoring ten invaluable goals on Manchester United''s title run.


    Historically, Pirlo had often been criticized for his defensive shorings. Aldrich believed a significant factor was that he had been cultivated as an attacking midfielder since his debut. In this era, it''s not that attacking midfielders don''t train defensive skills, but the defensive abilities of ssical attacking midfielders were notoriouslycking, which is why they''ve all but vanished from European football.


    Thus, over the past year, Aldrich restructured Pirlo''s training to emphasize not only the importance of orchestrating y from his position but also to strengthen his defensive capabilities. Although his explosive speed still left much to be desired, his defensive awareness had vastly improved, evident in his positional y. Aggression in tackles is not merely a result of ability; awareness is key, much like the future yer Xavi. You wouldn''t say his defensive technique was outstanding, but whether he participated in pressing during defensive phases is critical to the team''s performance.


    As long as Pirlo could disrupt Scholes, that would be sufficient. If Scholes showed any intent to push forward, Makelele would effectively stifle any United offensive attempts.


    Consequently, Manchester United''s repeated attempts to feed Scholes for offensive organization failed, and attacking via the nks led to Millwall''s yers congesting the spaces with their withdrawals.


    After several ineffective attacks, Keane opted to drive forward himself. While he possessed good organizing abilities, he certainly held the ball for too long this time. Nedved, demonstrating better movement, intercepted the ball from the side. He quickly transitioned into a counterattack, passing to Trezeguet, who had dropped back to receive the ball, then advanced swiftly.


    Butt hurried to mark Nedved, but before he could reach him, Trezeguet returned the ball to Nedved, who then flicked it into the box. Trezeguet, after passing, pivoted towards the penalty area, perfectly timing the run. The ball sailed over the heads of Pallister and Larmore, as Trezeguet surged towards the six-yard box. With both center-backs needing to turn, Pallister had no choice but to trip Trezeguet.


    Poll decisively halted y, pointing to the penalty spot while pulling out a yellow card for Pallister.


    The atmosphere at Old Trafford was rife with boos, as fans thought that Trezeguet had staged a dive.


    Yet slow-motion reys proved it was undoubtedly a penalty.


    Should Trezeguet have escaped Pallister''s interference and advanced for a clear one-on-one opportunity, Pallister''s oue might have not just been a yellow card.


    Aldrich remained quite unhappy, asserting that it should have been a red card. Nheless, the fourth official patiently started a dialogue with him.


    "It''s a mixed situation; Schmeichel also had the opportunity to intervene and clear the ball."


    "My yer had already started his charge; Schmeichel, standing on the goal line, is he really going to be quicker than my forward from the same distance?"


    "Ah, since it didn''t ur, we can only specte. What do you think?"


    "That''s a bit unreasonable on your part. Fine, I won''t argue, but if we miss the penalty, I''ll lodge aint."


    In the end, Aldrich and the fourth official shared augh.


    Sometimes referees have it tough.


    Larsson stood at the penalty spot. Amid the resonating boos from Old Trafford, he calmly began his run-up. Withposure, he slotted the ball into the bottom corner of the. Schmeichel guessed the right direction but couldn''t save it; after all, it was a theoretical dead corner.


    Millwall led 2-0 away, and it was still only the 28th minute of the first half.

 Chapter 169: A Century of Disgrace

    <h4>Chapter 169: A Century of Disgrace</h4>


    The stands at Old Trafford were mostly silent, except for the excited Millwall fans who sang their team anthem with fervor. However, many Red Devils supporters still consoled themselves with optimism.


    "It''s nothing, it''s nothing. We''re just two goals down. Last year, we came back from two down as well."


    Indeed, most fans felt today''s match was just a rey ofst year''s events, where Millwall went ahead by two goals and the final score ended up as a 5-5 draw.


    After all, it wasn''t time to despair yet.


    But Aldrich was determined to send the Red Devils into despair today!


    Seize the chance while they''re down!


    He didn''t care if the Manchester United yers were in poor condition, struggling for fitness, dealing with consecutive defeats, or missing key yers.


    His primary goal was to clinch a win and earn those three crucial points. Moreover, if they managed to three goals against Manchester United, there would be no reason to settle for merely two and then be content with defending.


    Millwall aimed to create a storm that would sweep over Ennd, and they wanted to have the lions step over the carcasses of the giants to im the throne!


    "Manchester United is in a dire situation; they can''t control the match. Scholes, the youngster expected to be the sessor to Cantona, is clearly at a physical disadvantage. That said, even if Cantona were on the pitch, what would change? Justst month, he admitted in an interview that he had his own issues and couldn''t quite figure out why he was in such poor form."


    Right from the start, Manchester United disyed a visible fatigue, with a significant drop in their off-the-ball movement. This directly resulted in their forwards being closely marked by defenders. Although Solskj?r exerted himself today, what was the point of creating space on Schneider''s side if there was no one capable of delivering a precise ball to him? He couldn''t find an opportunity to shine.


    Ferguson''s character, the deep-rooted heritage of Manchester United, and the fierce spirit of the Red Devils all contribute to the fact that they cannot adopt the mindset of smaller clubs that settle for being satisfied with losing narrowly. True champions like them do not fear failure; what they fear is the absence of a winning mentality andcking the courage even to struggle and resist!


    Thus, Manchester United began to mount a frantic counterattack, while Millwall remained remarkably calm, especially as United''s yers began to tire. Nedved, the tireless ironman, became even more prominent, actively participating in defense and covering for Pirlo''s defensive gaps. Adding Mak��l��l�� into the mix meant that even with Keane and Butt pushing forward to join the attack, they couldn''t achieve anything in the middle.


    The full-backs also boldly joined the attack. United finally created a chance, but Beckham muffed it, sending the ball out past the goal line.


    Butt quickly picked up the ball and hand-threw it to hispatriot Schneider. Without a second thought, Solskj?r turned and sprinted back towards his own half, fully aware of Millwall''s rapid transition from defense to attack.


    But his legs clearly couldn''t keep pace with the speed of the ball.


    Earlier, Elvin had supported the attack, and after Shevchenko, who was marking him, charged forward following United''s attack, he was left far behind. Schneider''s long ball soared over, and the exposed United defense soon felt pressure as if an army was closing in!


    Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko, together with the indefatigable Nedved, all surged forward. United''s backline was left with just two center-backs, who could only retreat hurriedly to defend the penalty area.


    Shevchenko caught up to the ball, made a quick adjustment, and passed it horizontally into the middle. Mei moved in to cover Trezeguet, but the opponent let the ball slip through. Larsson on the left wing collected it and gently yed it back to the arc at the edge of the penalty area.


    The ball rolled over slowly, and Nedved didn''t need to adjust; he struck the ball with a powerful shot.


    Schmeichel leaped out but couldn''t touch the ball��not due to the angle, but because of its speed. The shot was so quick that by the time Schmeichel made his move, it had already crossed the goal line.


    "Another goal! Millwall now leads by three goals, and I feel like there''s no suspense left in this match, even with fifty minutes still remaining. Nedved''s long-range shot was absolutely stunning; today, Keane and Butt couldn''t keep up with Nedved''s pace at all. He''s been running fast, running fast, running fast��when will he ever know fatigue?! Millwall''s warrior, leading the lions to be stronger every day! This Czech star, who shone in the Euro Cup this summer, is undoubtedly Millwall''s superstar and one of the best in the Premier League!"


    After scoring, Nedved ran towards the away fans, pumping his fists in a roar of triumph.


    The lion''s fans cheered excitedly for him, and some even tried to leap over the stands to hug Nedved, but were firmly stopped by the stadium staff.


    Aldrich, on the sideline, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and smiled with satisfaction. With one hand in his pocket and the other fist clenched and shaking slightly, the other coaches rushed out to celebrate with Nedved, with Back even throwing his shirt aside and jumping high in excitement. Within the team, Nedved was the greatest admiration of Back, who aspired to emte Nedved''s hard-running style.


    Ferguson''s face turned ashen. He knew he couldn''t let his yers continue performing like this; with under ten minutes left in the first half, he had to stabilize the team. If they conceded another goal, everything could copse.


    He gestured to the yers to calm down, aiming to prevent any further goals, and he would make adjustments during the halftime break.


    His initial n was to use two defensive midfielders topletely freeze Nedved''s influence, but the perceptive Ferguson noticed Nedved''s role in organizing ys had already been diminished. That Italian youngster was inconspicuous on the pitch, but under Mak��l��l��''s protection, he handled the ball with ease and poise, while Scholes was utterly bewildered. Cole dropped too deep, which also diminished Manchester United''s attacking threat.


    In thest few minutes of the first half, United didn''t concede another goal, but as they walked into the locker room, the yers'' expressions were utterly dejected, and they were out of breath, feeling exhausted.


    In the second half, United made adjustments.


    Ferguson pushed Keen forward; at least he could press Pirlo, which would be a tipping point in their favor and also allow Scholes to have a supporting point during transitions from defense to attack, expanding his ying space.


    Seeing Manchester United''s tactical change, Aldrich wore a faint smile, knowing they had underestimated Millwall.


    Letting Pirlo operate behind the scenes didn''t mean Nedved couldn''t organize as well!


    Pressing Pirlo would be even better��luring the snake out of its hole. Now Pirlo was serving as cover for Nedved!


    Keane roamed midfield attempting to constrain Pirlo, but Pirlo, sensing danger, refrained from controlling the ball too much, quickly passing it to a teammate, even teammates intentionally avoiding him and transitioning through the nks, thereby creating more space for Nedved in the foreground.


    Schneider connected with Mak��l��l��''steral pass, advancing with the ball, while Solskj?r pursued closely. Schneider made a sudden stop, keeping the ball at his feet without pushing forward, and then casually passed the ball to the middle where Nedved ran over to receive it, his speed kicking into gear. Leaning forward to receive the ball, Bart, shadowing him, lost his bnce. Yet Nedved didn''t take the ball; instead, he turned with it, deceiving Bart, using his explosive speed to get past him.


    With the ball, he charged towards Manchester United''s penalty area, leaving May and Pallister extremely passive.


    Larsson and Shevchenko cut into the inner edges of the penalty area, while Trezeguet created disturbances in the middle, causing their defense to tremble.


    Nedved feinted a long-range shot, and when Parist moved slightly to block, Nedved deceived him with a no-look pass through the penalty area. The ball rolled past Parist, prating the defense. Shevchenko, facing the ball, opted not to shoot but instead yed it across after Schmeichel rushed out. Amidst Mei''s interference, Trezeguet opted for a sliding tackle to shoot, effectively sending the ball into the goal.


    "Four-nil! This is Millwall''s 18th shot of the match; Manchester United is helpless against it, and Trezeguet scores as well. He should thank Shevchenko for his selfless assist. United seems utterly at a loss, with no idea how to curb Millwall''s relentless attack. Andy, what do you think? I believe Manchester United has no chance of making aeback, but how can Millwall be stopped? This is not just a headache for Ferguson; it''s a question all teams in the Premier League need to ponder."


    "Martin, all I want to say is that Ennd has produced a tactical genius! Aldrich Hall hasn''t been blinded by Millwall''s sesses in the past two seasons. His team has faced the same attacking problems most teams in this era encounter. Previously, we knew Nedved was the offensive core at the front for Millwall, orchestrating attacks, and scoring goals or assisting was not his main task. But like many strong teams, once their central figure is frozen out of the match, how does their attack continue? In Ennd, we see lots of wing crosses, while in Italy, we witness the superstars'' brilliance. But Millwall has fundamentally reversed that; Pirlo acts as the invisiblemander on the pitch, serving as the initial source of creativity for Millwall''s attacks. He has the freedom to observe the situation and decide where to pass the ball to initiate an attack. Although he may not directly assist or score, most of Millwall''s goals originate from his initial setups. Ferguson has clearly recognized this, as in the first half, United tried to limit Nedved but realized they were marking the wrong man. When United corrected this issue in the second half, with Keane trying to constrain Pirlo, Nedved defeated Bart in direct confrontation, releasing a new threat. Millwall''s front-to-back tactical philosophy was initially paradoxical, a strategy that traditional English 4-4-2 formations cannot execute."


    "Why is that?"


    "Because you can''t ce a Gascoigne behind another Gascoigne. If the ball is lost in the middle and back, defense bes problematic. When Keane intercepted Pirlo in the second half, what happened next? Keane passed the ball forward, but it was sessfully intercepted by Mak��l��l��. Hall''s tactical genius lies in creating space for Pirlo to make mistakes; with Mak��l��l��''s protection, the risks are lowered considerably. Once Pirlo grows and matures fully, bing calm,posed, and with fewer errors, Millwall''s attacking threats will be virtually limitless."


    "I find Hall''s reconstruction of the forward line to be the most sessful. In the past, we saw strikers stand in ce, waiting for balls to create chances. Now, even in equal numbers, Millwall''s two wingers slice into the penalty area at lightning speed, creating direct threats to the goal and catching defenders off-guard. Plus, with Larsson and Shevchenko''s speed, I doubt many defenders can turn fast enough to catch up; only top Italian defenders can limit such tactics through precise anticipation."


    "The key isn''t about how the forwards position themselves, but rather the timing of their runs and passes. Millwall excels at this, creating highly efficient attacks��this also requires a high level of yer capability. The ymaker must master the perfect timing, and the forwards must have chemistry. This isn''t something an average team can replicate; at least, I believe each yer on Millwall possesses exceptional talent. What''s most intriguing is whether their brilliancees naturally, or if Hall has some magic that makes them extraordinary."


    Ferguson''s nose was turning a shocking shade of red, realizing that today''s Millwall bore no resemnce to the team fromst season.


    Last season, when Millwall came to Old Trafford and scored five goals, they relied heavily on individual brilliance. Although there were tactical highlights, sess was primarily due to the yers'' exceptional performances.


    But today, Millwall had utterly obliterated an off-form Manchester United.


    Even with United in good form, Ferguson wouldn''t dare bet on fully suppressing Millwall''s offense.


    Let alone how United would break through Millwall''s defensive system, it was at least clear that figuring out how to defend against Millwall posed a significant challenge.


    Aldrich had assembled a team capable of exquisite ball control, coupled with physical confrontation. Aside from Pirlo being somewhat soft, the rest of the yers were all tough hombres, especially the attacking trio. Larsson and Shevchenko brought speed, while Trezeguet brought physicality. Their method of attacking through the nks left defenders without answers.


    Ferguson instructed the midfielders to narrow their positions, switching to a 4-4-1-1 formation, with Cole at the forefront, Solskj?r behind him, creating a small diamond shape midfield with Keane returning to defend, while Butt, Scholes, and Beckham pressed Pirlo and Mak��l��l��, widening the wings during attacks.


    Aldrich noticed United''s move topact the midfield defense and signaled to his yers, who understood immediately.


    This set of tactics allowed for an easier shift in focus without altering the positions of yers.


    In the following minutes, Pirlo and Nedved drew defensive pressure in the midfield, while Schneider and Capdev advanced andbined with the wingers, entirely demolishing United''s nks!


    Especially in thetter half of the match, United''s yers were scrambling but achieving nothing as their stamina began to deplete.


    After Schneider advanced to the byline and took the ball into the penalty area, unexpectedly, he sent a powerful horizontal pass that ricocheted off the desperate Keane''s leg and directly into the.


    An own goal!


    As the match neared its final moments, Larsson received the ball on the left outside the penalty area, cut in, and unleashed a world-ss shot, sealing the score at a brutal 0-6.


    Old Trafford had fallen!


    In three rounds of Premier League matches, they conceded 17 goals��a century of shame!


    And the scoreline of this home defeat would long remain in memory.


    Millwall had achieved ten consecutive wins, and with twelve fixtures gone in the league, they were now ahead ofst year''s champion Manchester United by 12 points!

 Chapter 170: Leading the trend in football tactics

    <h4>Chapter 170: Leading the trend in football tactics</h4>


    When Millwall scored their fourth goal, some of the Red Devils fans in the stands at Old Trafford began to leave early. Whether it was out of pity for the struggling Red Devils or because they couldn''t bear to watch any longer, by the time the final whistle blew, nearly half of the seats in the stands of the Theatre of Dreams were empty.


    Aldrich, with his fists firmly clenched, let out a determined wave, then contained his excitement just enough as he turned to Ferguson. The two shared a fleeting handshake, uttering no words as they went their separate ways. It was clear that Ferguson had no interest in taking Aldrich for a drink today; he was impatient to get back to the locker room to deliver his lecture.


    Aldrich turned to shake hands and hug each of his coaches, who wore ecstatic smiles, before heading back onto the field to embrace and talk with each yer.


    Manchester United had yed terribly today. Their yers scurried down the tunnel as if escaping, while the Millwall yers, after celebrating momentarily, walked over to their away fans. They tossed their jerseys into the stands and raised their heads, apuding the supporters.


    As the yers headed back to the locker room to freshen up and prepare to go home, Aldrich went straight to the post-match interview.


    A reporter from a rival publication got straight to the point: "Given Millwall''s current momentum, the league title should be yours, right?"


    Aldrich, looking rxed, replied with a smile, "Of course not, that''s not possible. The league has only had 12 rounds; there''s still a long way to go. Even though we lead the defending champions by 12 points, if we lose three matches and Manchester United wins three, with a rematch in the second half of the season, our current advantage could easily be overturned. Millwall is still far from the championship. I''ve always stressed that we focus only on the next match. Of course, we aim to perform well in every game to improve our yers and chase the championship. If my yers can perform as brilliantly as they did today in every match, then we have no reason to hand the trophy to anyone else."


    "Do you think Manchester United still has a chance to defend their title? Losing three consecutive matches and conceding 17 goals in the top league might be the darkest moment in Manchester United''s history."


    Aldrich shook his head and replied earnestly, "That kind of statement isn''t fair; it makes no logical sense. Was Manchester United better off when they were relegated? They are still ying in the Champions League right now. They''re just going through some difficulties. Many of their yers are young, and Ferguson has promoted several youth yers from the academy this season, giving them opportunities to grow, whiches at a cost. I firmly believe Manchester United''s troubles are temporary. Ferguson doesn''t need to prove anything; he has the ability to bring Manchester United back from the abyss when everyone questions him. Therefore, Millwall must remain vignt; if we think Manchester United is out of the running, it will be an irreparable mistake!"


    "Can youment on the yers'' performance? Who do you think was the best yer of this match?"


    "Oh wow, that''s a tough question. All my yers performed well. The forwards scored, and the midfielders contributed significantly. If I absolutely had to name one, I would say it was Makelele. Manchester United was really pushing hard for a while, but Makelele''s top-notch performance made their attacks falter at the front. He also yed a huge role when Pirlo was being marked. I believe, in the holding midfielder position, Makelele is already the top star in the Premier League. You might say Keane is aplete midfielder, but I think, in the holding role, let''s not even start discussing attacking capabilities. In terms of defensive work, nobody does it better than Makelele. He will definitely be a world-ss yer in the future, but he needs more matches. I am confident that Millwall will give him and other outstanding yers the highest stage to improve, and I hope the French national team will give him some chances to gain valuable experience in internationalpetitions."


    ...


    After the interview, the yers finished showering and changing in the locker room. Some were singing, others dancing, and some were sitting togetherughing and chatting. Everyone was incredibly excited; when they boarded the bus for the return trip, they could hardly contain their joy over the win.


    Aldrich didn''t return with the main group, as he had received a text from Mnie.


    Outside the iconic Old Trafford, Mnie was behind the wheel of a sleek new Bentley, and Aldrich opened the door and hopped inside. She, dressed in casual clothes, leaned in to peck him on the cheek with a smile, eximing, "Well done! Haha, today is Manchester United''s doomsday!"


    Aldrich chuckled, "When Millwall won at Anfieldst year, you said it was my end. Now it''s be Manchester United''s end. Did youe to watch the game today?"


    "Yeah, Let''s go to Liverpool for dinner."


    Aldrich didn''t ask any further questions. On the drive to Liverpool, they casually chatted about the match.


    Mnie suggested that Aldrich should celebrate crazily at Old Trafford like he didst year, as that would humiliate Manchester United.


    Aldrich smiled but chose not to respond.


    Often, celebratory gestures are an outpouring of emotions rather than deliberately crafted performances.


    Last year, he nearly won at Old Trafford, and Nedved''s goal at the end made him ecstatic, even though they ended up equalized by Manchester United. At that moment, it truly was the most thrilling time of his coaching career.


    Today was different. Millwall and Manchester United were in vastly different forms; with Manchester United facing a slew of adverse conditions, after Millwall scored two goals, Aldrich felt more assured and confident of victory. Was he excited? Yes, but it wasn''t enough to drive him to "crazy" celebrations.


    By the time they reached Liverpool, it was dark, and Mnie drove them to an upscale restaurant in the city. Aldrich walked in hand in hand with her.


    Originally thinking it would be a dinner for just the two of them, when they reached the seating area, they found themselves sitting side by side at one end of a four-person table.


    Aldrich looked at the empty seat opposite him and asked curiously, "Who else is joining us?"


    "Victoria. She came with me to watch the game today, but she got caught up with something and will bete."


    Aldrich didn''t think much of it. He wasn''t familiar with this area, but as they entered, he casually noticed some suspicious-looking individuals across the street. Based on his experience, they seemed to be paparazzi, possibly hunting for news.


    His rtionship with Mnie had already be publicst year, so there was nothing new to hype. He pretended not to notice.


    As Victoria was dyed, Mnie called her several times, but all Victoria said was that she was sorry and would be a littlete.


    Aldrich, feeling famished, almost rested his head on the table.


    "I haven''t been able to eat beef for a long time since the mad cow disease outbreak. I''ve switched to seafood for the past six months, and I''m getting a bit tired of it," heined.


    This year, Britain was in the midst of the mad cow disease crisis, and the Prime Minister had ordered a culling of cows, which deprived him of a regr dish at the table.


    Mnie, fiddling with his hand, was getting a bit impatient as well. She checked the time and sighed, "I was nning to have dinner and then go see a movie."


    "What movie?"


    "Jerry Maguire, you wouldn''t be interested in that kind of film."


    "Hey, I actually like this one. Tom Cruise is a heartthrob!"


    "Oh? It''s newly released; have you seen it?"


    "No, but I''ve seen the trailer. Let''s n to watch it together some time."


    Just as they were chatting, Victoria finally arrived.


    Since their seats were facing the entrance, Aldrich and Mnie both caught sight of Victoria when she walked in, hand in hand with another young man.


    Aldrich''s previously rxed expression stiffened for a moment before he returned to his usual smile.


    However, his hand slipped into his suit pocket to retrieve his phone, shielding it with the table as he discreetly texted Andrew: Call me!!!!!!


    Mnie noticed his action and shot him a puzzled nce. Aldrich simply winked at her, and Mnie understood without further questioning.


    "Hi, Aldrich," Victoria greeted confidently as she approached the table and sat down. The handsome young man apanying her looked somewhat awkward upon seeing Aldrich there but managed to extend his hand, saying, "Good evening, Mr. Hall."


    "Hi, David," Aldrich replied as he stood up to shake the man''s hand, and then all four of them took their seats.


    The man sitting opposite Aldrich turned out to be Manchester United yer Beckham.


    Since their unpleasant encounterst spring, they hadn''t had any contact. Today marked their first meeting outside of work settings. They had seen each other at various events in English football circles, but those had always involved formal pleasantries.


    Mnie and Victoria began discussing their dinner with cheerful moods.


    Aldrich noticed Beckham sitting across from him, fidgeting ufortably, and smiled as he asked, "What did the gaffer say to you after the match?"


    Even though Ferguson hadn''t been knighted yet, some Manchester United fans had already begun calling him "the gaffer."


    Beckham looked visibly tense and immature as he immediately recounted everything that happened post-match.


    As expected, Ferguson''s emotions erupted in the locker room, leaving no one unscathed. All the yers were given a thorough dressing down, facing intense criticism.


    Finally, he concluded, "You have fallen behind the Millwall yers by a full ten streets! Just in terms of their running intensity on the field, they have shown a strength that is a hundred times greater than yours! Are you fatigued? Had you dedicated all your energy to football, you wouldn''t feel this worn out!"


    Without even discussing the tactical shifts that Millwall had sparked in English football, at least Ferguson had realized his yers were entirely outmatched in terms of fitness. This led him to investigate Millwall''s conditioning regimen. More intuitively, this painful defeat had inspired Ferguson with fresh ideas on how to utilize Scholes, signaling the end of Keane and Butt''s partnership in midfield.


    In a sense, Aldrich and Millwall''s rise was elerating transformations in the Premier League. From yers to tactics, they would be a new temte. It was unlikely they could be copied, but it was perfectly normal for others to take inspiration from strong teams.


    Once Beckham finished sharing, he regretted having said everything.


    Could locker room matters really be discussed loosely like that?


    Especially with a rival coach!


    Although he had lost the game today, he had suddenly gained the favor of a goddess and forgotten everything in his excitement.


    "Mr. Hall, please don''t let those words slip, uh..."


    "Haha, I understand, David. The gaffer is right; yers should devote all their energy to football."


    Aldrich''s words trailed off; after all, Beckham was a Manchester United yer, so Aldrich didn''t have the authority to lecture him.


    Just then, Aldrich''s phone rang, and he excused himself, stepping away to take the call in a secluded area.


    "What''s up?"


    "Nothing much, just need your help. I''ve been set up."


    "Who was it?"


    "A woman."


    "Another set ofdies after you, huh?"


    "No, it''s Mnie''s friend."


    "Oh, lucky you."


    "It''s not what you think, thanks."


    "Hold on, I also need to talk to you about something. You shoulde by my office sometime," Andrew said.


    "Okay, I''ll note it down."


    After hanging up, Aldrich returned to the table, looking apologetically at the three of them. "Sorry, my agent called. There''s something urgent, and I have to rush back to London."


    Mnie didn''t seem to mind much, but Victoria frowned, "At eight in the evening? Is there really work to attend to?"


    Aldrich shrugged in resignation, "There''s a transfer we''re discussing that was almost finalized, but suddenly, other clubs have stepped in. I need to return to renegotiate the terms; it''s a very important yer, so every second counts. David should understand this kind of situation."


    Beckham nodded earnestly, as the transfer market was indeed unpredictable. Not to mention how many excellent young yers Manchester United had poached this summer, everyone had been waiting for Shearer toe in. Everything was ready for the signing, but out of the blue, Keegan swooped in, ying the family card, causing Manchester United to miss out on the top striker.


    "Let me give you a ride. Goodbye, Victoria, and have a wonderful evening."


    With a smile, Mnie waved goodbye to a visibly strained Victoria before heading out of the restaurant with Aldrich. As they turned to leave, Victoria''s expression instantly darkened.

 Chapter 171: victoria’s show

    <h4>Chapter 171: victoria''s show</h4>


    As it was already nighttime, driving from Liverpool to London would take around six hours. Since Mnie was also heading back to London for her next job, she decided to ride to the airport with Aldrich. The flight back to London would only take one hour, and her brother woulde to the airport to take her car back home.


    On the way to the airport, Aldrich had been silent since he got into the car, staring nkly out of the window, his expression calm as he made a call to book his tickets.


    "Hey, are you angry?" Mnie asked.


    "No."


    "Liar. I can see it. It''s just so weird."


    Mnie felt a bit upset too. She knew that Aldrich''s reason for leaving earlier was just an excuse.


    Aldrich turned to look at her and asked, "Do you know if Victoria ising with Beckham?"


    "I don''t know."


    "Really?"


    "Of course it''s true. She said she recently started dating a new boyfriend, but she didn''t tell us who he is. Today she just said she wanted to have dinner together. I think she just wants to keep some mystery. I really didn''t expect it to be Beckham��they seem to be a good match, don''t you think? Is there really a conflict between you and Beckham?"


    Aldrich turned back to look out the window in silence again.


    Did he have a conflict with Beckham?


    He didn''t think so; it was just a disagreement in a temporary "superior-subordinate" rtionship at work. Beckham had left, and Aldrich continued with his job. They were all adults here; no one would hold a grudge. There would asionally be formal greetings if they met at social events, which only proved that they didn''t have a personal rtionship.


    Aldrich wasn''t a star-chasing fan who needed to suck up to Beckham. They didn''t share anymon ground for conversation. Besides, being close with yers from other teams while holding the position of Millwall''s manager could easily be misinterpreted; after all, he was the boss, holding a checkbook.


    The rumors about their supposed "conflict" had been hyped up in Fleet Street.


    Earlier this year, he had even been mocked for it because Beckham won the championship with Manchester United.


    "Why are you silent again? Hey, do you really have a conflict with him? The atmosphere between you two when you talked earlier didn''t seem bad at all."


    Aldrich sighed wearily, "I don''t have a conflict with him, but I''m not friends with him either. I''m not interested in being friends with him. If Victoria attends any events with him in the future, don''t invite me. I won''t show up."


    Mnie frowned, eximing, "From what you just said, it clearly sounds like you have issues with him!"


    "Mnie, I''ll only say this once: the problem isn''t between me and Beckham, it''s about Victoria! She''s being maniptive! I won''t be used as a pawn. She''s your friend, and I respect her, but if she wants to maintain my respect, she should show me the same respect as well!"


    Mnie pulled over to the side of the road, turning around angrily. "What''s wrong with Victoria wanting to have dinner with us? It''s just a normal friends'' dinner! Does it really bother you to have dinner with my friends?"


    Aldrich sneered, "Is it really that simple? Why today? Why in Liverpool? Why in a high-end restaurant where there are sure to be throngs of paparazzi waiting outside? She has her motives; she''s cleverly ying both of us! Beckham is naively thinking it''s just a romance. If he didn''t have fame from Manchester United, would Victoria really look at him?"


    Mnie hesitated, her furrowed brows finally parting as she replied, "That''s normal, isn''t it? Beckham is equally famous. I don''t think there''s anything wrong with Victoria choosing him."


    Aldrich nodded, "I''m not interested in anyone''s love life. Whether Victoria and Beckham are together has nothing to do with me. But her actions make me feel disrespected. Mnie, she''s different. She''s not the same as you or the other Spice Girls. I''m discussing this issue without any bias; I''m just stating my opinion."


    "Fine, go ahead. I''m listening. If you''re talking nonsense, I won''t let you off easily."


    Mnie crossed her arms and red at the man beside her.


    After a moment of silence, Aldrich said quietly, "Do you know how the outside world views the Spice Girls?"


    "Just tell me. Don''t try to mislead me with wordy."


    "Okay, people think that among the Spice Girls, Victoria is the one who can''t sing the best. I think this assessment is fairly urate. At least she doesn''t sing as well as you or the other three members."


    Mnie pouted, unable to refute him.


    It was a fact. From the albums released by the Spice Girls, it was evident that there were hardly any solo parts by Victoria in the hit songs; even if there were, they had no distinct characteristics, while each of the other members brought something different to the table.


    But it couldn''t be denied that Victoria was important in the group; her image and expressiveness enriched the Spice Girls'' uniqueness.


    This is easy to understand. Not every member of a band is necessarily a great singer. Some serve as "background singers" but enhance a band''s poprity through other means, like stage presence and performance style.


    This was also one of the reasons why the Spice Girls were so sessful after debuting. Each member had their own characteristics and nicknames, and fans might dislike one but love another. Their diversity allowed them to resonate with a broader audience.


    "She excels at putting on a show, whether it''s on stage or at events; that''s her strong suit.So today, she has brought her little act to the dining table."


    "What do you mean?"


    Aldrich sighed softly, his tone serious, "I, the manager of Millwall; Beckham, the rising star of Manchester United; you and Victoria, the current hottest member of the girl group. If the four of us sat at the same table, you think what kind of news will be reported tomorrow?"


    Mnie, who clearly wasn''t good at thinking about such things, murmured, "What news cane out of just having dinner?"


    Aldrich pointed out, "Firstly, football news. Whether it''s my meeting with Beckham or the backdrop of our recently concluded Premier League match, any resulting news will definitely sell newspapers. Secondly, entertainment news. Me and you with Victoria and Beckham will surely be hot topics. Thirdly, what impact will it yield? Millwall fans and Manchester United fans will take notice, and so will the Spice Girls fans. Our poprity will rise! You will enter the fans'' view, and I and Beckham will too. This is a ssic case of cross-domain celebrity coboration to boost poprity."


    Such promotional methods aremon. Crossovers between pop stars and movie stars or sports stars and entertainment celebs are widespread globally. To say thesebinations have no ulterior motives is impossible��it''s like how the WAGs love to attach themselves to Premier League stars.


    "Most non-European fans, upon seeing theter fame of Beckham, probably feel that Victoria hit the jackpot by marrying him."


    But fans in Britain know that if Beckham had not married a woman named Victoria, he wouldn''t have be the shining star he is.


    Why?


    Because the attention and poprity that propelled Beckham to stardom came not only from Manchester United but also Victoria.


    How many people spent real money buying Spice Girls albums? Hundreds of thousands!


    And when the Spice Girls rose to fame in Britain, Beckham hadn''t even yed his first Premier League match yet. Now, the Spice Girls were already nning to break into the North American market, with their album causing a sensation in several European countries.


    The attention and poprity Victoria brought to Beckham,bined with themercial sess of the Premier League following star yers and Manchester United''s background, allowed Beckham to be an international star. Without Victoria, he would not have achieved the heights of poprity he did.


    Mnie questioned, "Even if Victoria really has that intention, what''s the harm? You''ve been famous for a while; what difference does it make if you get a little more famous?"


    Aldrich ced his hand on her face, gazing seriously into her troubled eyes. He said solemnly, "Being with you, I''m not seeking your fame to bring me any benefits. If you and Victoria are thinking of the same thing and hope to elevate your poprity with my help, I can assure you that being a star couple would certainly benefit your career, but I would refuse. That would damage my career and ruin my future. I won''t appear in entertainment pages every day, letting people gossip about my life outside of football. Do you know why? Because football is simple. While some yers might care more about fame, I believe that most yers are respected for their professionalism, and they pursue pure sess on the pitch. The kind of yer I admire, respect and need is one who cherishes this professional ethic. I won''t strive to be a celebrity beyond the realms of football; that would distance me from the yers. When people start focusing on my hairstyle, my outfits, and my life with a pop star girlfriend, what will my image be in the eyes of the yers? Would I still be a coach? Can I still earn the yers'' trust? No matter how I exin, the majority will think my attention is being diverted away from football."


    Mnie pouted, her eyes suddenly glistening with tears cascading down her cheeks.


    She suddenly realized��yes, she was not the same as Victoria.


    She had been training in vocal performance since elementary school, slowly working her way to where she was now. She had her spot in the Spice Girls, and it wasn''t just about singing talent.


    When she got together with Aldrich, she was not a star. One could not say he was all that famous at that time, but at least by family background, she felt more like an ugly duckling.


    Aldrich had never pursued her with any selfish motives.


    Thinking of this, she suddenly felt moved by the man in front of her.


    Wrapping her arms around Aldrich''s neck, she whispered in his ear, "I''m sorry. I really didn''t know Victoria would arrange things like this today. Aldrich, you don''t hate me, do you?"


    Aldrich held her face gently, tenderly wiping away her tears as he spoke softly, "It has nothing to do with you. Everyone has their own choices; I just don''t like being used. Can you stop crying? We didn''t have dinner, and crying is tiring, you know?"


    Mnie chuckled through her tears and then lightly kissed his cheek, saying, "Let''s go back to London tomorrow morning. Let''s just stay here tonight."


    After thinking for a moment, Aldrich replied, "Andrew just called me earlier asking me to drop by his office. I n to go tomorrow morning, so let''s head back tonight."


    Mnie checked the time; there was still a while before the flight. She drove the car to a deserted back street near the airport, turned off the lights, and impatiently pounced into Aldrich''s arms, passionately kissing him.


    "What are you doing?"


    "I just can''t help but want to have some fun with you. We haven''t tried it in the car yet."


    The excitement from the afternoon''s match where they wiped the floor with Manchester United still pulsed within Aldrich; he didn''t care about anything else anymore and held her tightly, kissing her passionately, as he peeled off her ** ckce underwear...


    Back in London after about half an hour on the ne, the two of them went out for dinner before returning to Aldrich''s apartment. They headed straight for the bathroom and embraced under the cascading hot water, reigniting their passion. There was no moment of separation as Aldrich carried her into the bedroom, diving under the covers to continue their relentless possession of each other...

 Chapter 172: Shocking Headlines

    <h4>Chapter 172: Shocking Headlines</h4>


    The next morning, Aldrich got up early. He gently moved Mnie''s arm, which was resting on his chest, aside and tiptoed out of bed. After closing the bedroom door quietly behind him, he spent twenty minutes working out in the gym. Following that, he took a quick shower, went downstairs to make breakfast, and after eating, left a note before driving to Andrew''spany. He sent Andrew a text on the way, but received no reply��most likely he was still asleep.


    Andrew''spany was located in a business district in West London. He rented an entire floor of an office building. The interior was decorated just like any other regr workce, but his meeting room and office were surprisinglyrge. His office had a serious and formal d��cor, while the meeting room was much more rxed, featuring a bar, a sofa, a sound system, and a television��overall, it feltfortable and inviting.


    Once Alderich arrived, a pretty secretary led him to the meeting room. Aldrich told her to treat him casually since he wasn''t a stranger, and asked for the day''s newspapers.


    Before long, the secretary returned with a stack of newspapers and ced them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.


    The wide range of newspapers was overwhelming. Aldrich sat quietly on the sofa, quickly leafing through them. Most of the news was skimmed over in mere moments before leaving it aside to grab another.


    Mainstream outlets naturally focused on the previous day''s English Premier League match, where Manchester United had suffered a humiliating defeat at home.


    The headlines were certainly shocking.


    Phrases like "Old Trafford Devastated," "The Fall of the Red Devils," and "The Rampant Lions Conquer the Dream Theater" were among them, clearly knocking Manchester United while praising Millwall.


    Aldrich read with a sense of disinterest, but a few tabloids, as expected, printed a piece of news that frustrated him.


    "United''s New Star Captivated by Rampant Lions'' Young Manager, Comes to Join!"


    The apanying photo showed him sitting across from Beckham in a restaurant, with the two Spice Girls beside them.


    As a port city, Liverpool was brimming with news. The paparazzi, once getting a scoop, often sold it among their peers. After all, news couldn''t be buried for too long, and such spective stories couldn''t really be considered exclusive or sensational.


    However, a writer who got a hold of a mundane story could spin it into something sensationalized with a powerful pen.


    Beckham met Aldrich in Liverpool on the day after the match; what exactly happened didn''t matter.


    It was all about adding some enticing words to stir up public interest.


    "Perhaps after witnessing Hall''s team destroy his own, Beckham is already considering leaving Manchester United. The crushing defeat against Millwall doesn''t seem to have dampened his spirits; it appears his heart is no longer with Manchester United."


    For the past year, media spection about conflicts between Aldrich and Beckham often floated around, but now they suggested that the two had cleared the air, even sitting together to discuss a shared future...


    In some entertainment sections, the same story appeared, with mostly simr images but altered content��romanticized portrayals of "Golden Boy and Girl" with Aldrich and Beckham bing brothers-inw. Ridiculously, there were even congrattory messages at the end.


    Aldrich looked expressionless as he tossed the newspaper into the trash can.


    From now on, whenever Victoria and Beckham were in social situations outside of work, he would make a point to keep his distance.


    As for how Beckham would be punished by Ferguson after such news surfaced, it was no longer of concern to Aldrich.


    Andrew didn''t show up at the office until ten in the morning. Upon entering, he directly said, "I''m packing my bags at home; I''m flying to Brazil this afternoon. I''ve sessfully arranged Rivaldo''s transfer there, and have made some contacts who want to build stable rtions in Europe. I''m looking for arger development in South America, so I''m going to coborate on opening an agency there. Do you have any suggestions?"


    When discussing business, Andrew didn''t waste a single breath on trivialities.


    After thinking for a moment, Aldrich replied, "The transfer models in South America and Europe are vastly different. Since you''re going there to set up apany, just try to keep a low profile. The way agencies handle yer ownership in South Americaplicates transfer dealings, so if you''re moving yers to Europe, it''s best to avoid disputes."


    Andrew nodded in agreement, realizing just how astonishing the South American transfer system was.


    In Europe, yer ownership only resides with clubs.


    But in South America, ownership can lie with agents or agencies. When European teams want to sign a yer, negotiations shift from club-to-club interactions to dealings with agents or agencies.


    Complexity aside, the potential gains were immense.


    In ces like Brazil or Argentina, buying out a yer''s rights for a few thousand pounds wasmonce, and once that yer made a name for themselves, flipping them could yield profits in the millions��profits that could be a hundredfold or more.


    Andrew waved at Aldrich, and the two left the meeting room, heading instead to his office.


    Inside the office, Andrew used a key to unlock the drawer of his desk and pulled out a document to hand to Aldrich. He stated, "Since the inception of mypany, you''ve had me searching for one of the individuals you mentioned, and I have finally tracked him down. I''m quite intrigued; five years back, this child was only four years old. What led you to believe he was special?"


    Aldrich perked up, casually responding, "You have yourworks, and I have mine."


    Andrew raised an eyebrow but chose not to press further.


    Aldrich sat down, lit a cigarette, and calmly opened the document. On the first page, he spotted a photo on the upper left corner.


    It was a nine-year-old boy named Lionel Andr��s Messi.


    The document gave a brief overview of his family situation.


    As Aldrich read, he asked, "How did you find him?"


    Andrew lit a cigarette himself, exhaling the smoke lightly. "I''ve deployed hundreds of scouts in South America, over thirty just in Argentina. Their main task is to gather data from all youth teams across the country. The rest of the time, they roam around anywhere there might be a football team, collecting information. This kid was discovered in amunity team in Rosario. Age, characteristics, name��all match your requirements. Based on your reaction, it must be right."


    Aldrich flicked the ash off his cigarette and nodded, "It''s him."


    Luckily, this kid wasn''t hiding in some remote vige; Rosario is at least Argentina''s secondrgest city.


    Thinking back, even Barcelona''s scouts might have trouble scouting him if he were in a dead-end location.


    As Aldrich continued reading, he frowned.


    "Your assessment is that they won''te to Europe?"


    Andrew nodded. "Yes, his father is his coach now. My contacts told me they expect him to y for a local team in Rosario."


    After thinking for a moment, Aldrich closed the document and said gravely, "Have your people arrange a top-tier medical examination for him, and I''ll bring him to London."


    Andrew looked puzzled and furrowed his brow. "A medical exam? How do you arrange that? If someone suddenly wants to do a check-up on you, would you agree? They''d just think you''re crazy!"


    Aldrich scoffed at his concern, exhaling smoke in amusement. "You always think you''re so clever, but the truth is you''re quite dim. Can''t your people disguise themselves as youth team coaches from an Argentinian club? River te, Boca Juniors, hell, it doesn''t matter which one��just put a generous contract in front of them, and the medical exam will be a no-brainer!"


    Upon hearing this, Andrew pondered over it and grinned as he pointed at Aldrich, joking, "You''re not clever, you''re cunning! Among the three brothers, you''re the one most like Dad."


    "Arthur''s a rogue; I''m nothing like him."


    "Ha! He''ll definitely kick your ass if he hears that!"


    The two brothers shared augh before Aldrich, who hade to visit that day, reviewed a pile of collected intelligence reports that Andrew had prepared.


    Aldrich flipped through the documents swiftly, hardly pausing to look at anything other than names and photos before moving on to the next.


    While they chatted casually, Andrew, who hadn''t had breakfast, asked the secretary to pack a whole table of takeout. He even popped open a bottle of good wine, drinking with the casualness of having soda.


    Aldrich thought it was humorous, seeing a table cluttered with street food alongside a bottle of premium red wine; it was like observing someone feasting on a dish costing five pounds at a street vendor while drinking an expensive bottle of wine worth thousands of pounds.


    Suddenly, Aldrich halted his flipping through the papers, his keen eyes fixed on one particr document. He looked left and right, finally confirming that this person was someone he recognized.


    "Ha ha ha ha!"


    Andrew raised an eyebrow, wiping some sd dressing from the corner of his mouth. After taking a sip of wine to soothe his throat, he asked, "What''s so funny?"


    Aldrich pulled out the document and tossed it across the table towards Andrew. "Get him. Within two years, I want him at Millwall."


    Andrew bent over to examine the situation closely and said, clearly exasperated, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind? We haven''t even recouped our investment in Ronaldinho yet, and now you want to do this? This guy has a reallyplicated family situation; getting him settled in would cost at least four million pounds. You''d be better off just going for a well-known star��he''s nothing but a country boy."


    Aldrich crossed his legs, grinningcently. He was clearly in a good mood.


    Andrew eximed loudly, "Hey, Aldrich, have you lost your mind? This kid, Sergio Lionel Kun Ag��ero del Castillo, has not only parents but five siblings as well! Damn it, I''ve never met anyone like you��when you n to steal someone, you want the whole family too!"


    Aldrich snapped his fingers decisively and dered, "I''ll cover the costs; why are you so worried? Just focus on bringing him to London. The club can offer his father a job��he can continue working as a driver or managing the pitch; there will be plenty of job openings in the future. As for his siblings, I won''t demand they go to a prestigious school; just a decent one will do. Housing is simple too; I have eight vacant apartments, so I can easily give them two."


    Andrew scratched his head, asking solemnly, "Can you exin the reasoning behind this? Is it because of your connections at y? Why didn''t you mention his name before so I could find him?"


    Aldrich shrugged. "The kid''s adorable; I just like him. I think that''s reason enough. At the very least, if I''m spending my money, I want to do it with a clear conscience. If he ultimately proves me wrong, then consider it charity work��I''ll be happy regardless."


    Ag��ero''s family of eight lived in a slum in the capital, with a total monthly ie of under 600 pounds��indicating how tough life was for them.


    Andrew, incredulous and halfughing in frustration, chose not to press further; after all, the three brothers had simr dispositions. Once a decision was made, it was like trying to pull a stubborn bull back.


    He called in the secretary to clean off the table and said, "Alright then, I''ll make contact while I''m in South America. By the way, I have several advertising contracts waiting for your yers; can you give me a green light?"


    Aldrich shrugged nonchntly. "My demands are simple. During vacations, I won''t interfere with what the yers want to do, but during the season, they can shoot ads or sign autographs in their spare time as long as it doesn''t disrupt their training. Andrew, you also need to understand that while most agents only care about money, wise agents know that yers have to perform well on the field for their market value to rise. If off-field activities interfere with a yer''s performance, it''ll ultimately hurt you as their agent."


    This time, Andrew nodded seriously in agreement.

 Chapter 173: The Rise of Chelsea

    <h4>Chapter 173: The Rise of Chelsea</h4>


    Monday nights were the beer nights that coaches clung to without exception.


    Aldrich had indulged himself early at the hotel since the team had a day off. In the afternoon, he had apanied Mnie on a shopping spree, braving the cooling weather to buy plenty of autumn and winter outfits. Through a woman''s unique perspective, Mnie did her best to style Aldrich into a trendy guy.


    Having been defeated in two consecutive poker games by Craig, Aldrich took a seat at the bar, enduring Craig''s boastful banter. Jensen and Meulensteen were engrossed in an EPL highlight show on TV, discussing the technical abilities of yers from the matches. Meulensteen, being an expert in this area, was animatedly analyzing the skills disyed during the recent goals, highlighting moments of brilliance and meticulous execution.


    Moniz was sitting at a nearby table, sipping beer and debating tactics with Babutolop. The two came frompletely different backgrounds, and in the Nethends, there was a meeting of football philosophies. Babutolop often countered Moniz''s views using tactical theories that prioritized strategy over skill. Moniz, in turn, relied on examples of outstanding yers to make his points, creating a vibrant atmosphere between them.


    Aldrich opened a bottle of beer and started to drink when he noticed Benitez sitting alone at the far end of the bar, jotting things down in a small notebook. asionally, he would take a swig from the bottle next to him before turning his attention back to tactical notes.


    Aldrich walked over and chuckled, "What are you up to?"


    Benitez, with a furrowed brow, looked up and replied, "I''m trying to sort out Millwall''s midfield setup."


    Aldrich snatched the tactical notebook from him, flipped to a new page, and began writing down three names along with some numbers regarding his assessment of their roles:


    - Makelele: Defense - 65, Organization - 25, Offense - 10.


    - Pirlo: Defense - 15, Organization - 55, Offense - ?.


    - Nedved: Defense - ?, Organization - ?, Offense - 65.


    Returning the notebook to Benitez, Aldrich smiled and said, "This is a static estimate of their capabilities, but during a match, these roles can evolve based on the circumstances. The key point here is bnce; the contributions of these three yers must coalesce to achieve maximum effectiveness in organization, defense, and attack. Unlike the current setup for the attacking midfielder, where both organizing and attacking responsibilities are heavily emphasized while defense often falls short, many midfield yers tend to lean towards defense, leaving the organization solely in the hands of the attacking midfielder. Defensive midfielders with excellent passing abilities are beginning to y a more significant role, like Albertini and Paulo Sousa. The outside world ims Millwall is creating history, but that''s just nonsense. Our only creative method lies in allowing yers to take on multiple roles while covering extensive ground, but they certainly can''t be expected to do it all; there must be a clear distinction between primary and secondary contributions."


    Benitez pondered this and said, "But Nedved''s deep defensive withdrawalpensates for Pirlo''s weaknesses, which lowers his threat level when transitioning to attack."


    Aldrich shrugged, "Not necessarily. Think about it this way: if Nedved starts too close to the opposition''s goal in attack, he can easily be marked out of the game. His speed and stamina let him create more attacking options when moving from defense to offense. His forward runs can confuse opposing defenders, showcasing his uniqueness. If someone else attempted to do this, they would likely struggle. Pirlo may have weaknesses in defense, but his creativity and vision are unmatched in terms of reading the game. Many yers have solid passing abilities, yet only a few consistently find the best passing options in attack. Some yers might have a passing sess rate hovering around 85%, but the effectiveness of their passes in an attacking context often falls short��passing sideways when a forward pass is required, or opting for a less dangerous through ball instead of switching y. They might seed in making the pass, but the threat level decreases drastically afterward."


    Benitez nodded, recognizing the validity of Aldrich''s thoughts. They clinked bottles together, agreeing to indulge for the night.


    In midweek, the team had a League Cup match against Sundend, who were currently in the relegation zone. Aldrich decided to send out a squad filled with young yers, and theyfortably won 2-1 at home. After the match, the yers were off to international duty, not returning for over ten days.


    During this break, Aldrich invited those staying in London for dinner and a movie, while the remaining first-team yers headed to the Leo Training Academy to y a few teaching matches against the youth team.


    The team had been on an impressive ten-game winning streak, andrge areas of East London had be Millwall territory. Fans were incredibly enthusiastic; even when the first team wasn''t ying, they woulde to the youth training base to watch sessions and matches.


    Naji remained meticulous in his approach. Last season''s young talents had smoothly transitioned to the first team, which was closely tied to the club''s coherent tactical philosophy from top to bottom.


    Many clubs boasted about their youth academies, but countless homegrown stars failed to shine in the first team or were forced to leave in search of opportunities. Besides intensepetition withinrge clubs, there were often tactical discrepancies between the youth and senior teams. This is why Ajax andter Barcelona rose to prominence in youth development; their attacking styles��Ajax''s all-out attacking and Barcelona''s tiki-taka��created the perfect tactical alignment between youth teams and first teams, enabling the emergence of talents.


    Currently, the standout talent in the youth team was Ronaldinho. At just sixteen, he was a dazzling star at Leo''s Training Academy, showcasing a vast array of skills on the pitch.


    However, Naji often felt a sense of headache with Ronaldinho. He frequently sought Aldrich''s advice on how to nurture the young yer. The issue was Ronaldinho''s versatility; he couldn''t be pinned down to a specific position.


    As a winger, he was brilliant at breaking down defenses and dribbling past yers with ease. In a ymaking role, he also disyed impressive creativity.


    Following the first team''s tactical philosophy, if they wanted him to focus on organizing, he would be in directpetition with Pirlo. cing him further back in midfield, however, would waste his goal-scoring potential, as ying in that role would suppress his exceptional skills. Furthermore, if he lost the ball, it could be disastrous for Millwall''s defense.


    Positioning him as an attacking midfielder or on the wing would not be an issue, but it would also reduce his time with the ball since the primary task of organizing the attack would fall on the areas behind him.


    Aldrich''s advice to Naji was: "Don''t constrain Ronaldinho''s movements too strictly, but broadly allow him to function between the left winger and attacking midfielder roles."


    He also discussed a tactical nuance: positional interchange.


    No yer should be absolutely fixed in one area on the pitch; the only concern should be whether their abilities can ovee positional limitations.


    Millwall''s current tactics had stabilized, revealing their capability, yet they had not yet reached the peak envisioned by Aldrich. On this endless pursuit, yer abilities and team chemistry would elevate their overall effectiveness.


    Larsson and Shevchenko had already begun experimenting with positional shifts between left and right wingers in training, but due to the unique attributes of Trezeguet, he was restricted to the striker position. Positioning him out wide would significantly diminish their attacking effectiveness.


    Meanwhile, though Nedved had begun to unleash his attacking ability as Pirlo primarily undertook organizing duties, he had yet to reach his full potential. The next tactical "change period" in attack would involve more nuanced approaches, with Ronaldinho being a crucial piece in Aldrich''s ns.


    After the FIFA Match Days, the yers returned to the squad. Even before Aldrich arrived at the training ground, they were already engaged in warm-up exercises, their moods light and rxed.


    Upon his arrival, the yers gathered and prepared for the standard stretching exercises led by the fitness coach.


    "Bernard, after practice, head to the reception area on the first floor of the hotel. In a couple of days, it''s your birthday and the fans have sent many gifts; they''re all waiting for you there. Don''t forget to pick them up, and happy early birthday!"


    Upon hearing this, the yers turned to Schneider with early birthday wishes, causing him to smile shyly.


    The club frequently received various gifts from fans. Many fan groups would collectively send birthday greetings, and even for yers whose birthdays fell during the summer break, fans would either send gifts in advance or catch up upon their return for the new season. They would also often unfurl banners with congrattions during matches.


    Having just gone through the FIFA Match Days, the team''s training was quite rxed and primarily focused on recovery.


    This weekend''s league match would see them travel to face ckburn, a team which had fallen from grace after being the EPL champions over a year ago. Shearer''s departure to St James'' Park was merely the beginning, leading that star-studded team��built on hefty investments��into a state of disrepair.


    Millwall was in great form, but more importantly, the yers'' mindset was improved. They were confident andposed, having gained invaluable experience fromst season''s near miss. Their mentality was maturing and stabilizing.


    This season, Aldrich had found a good rhythm in managing the team''s rotations. Besides some younger yers who were still nervous at the start of the season, they were gradually maturing and at least no longer shying away from the spotlight.


    After defeating ckburn 3-1, Millwall extended their winning streak to eleven matches. Meanwhile, Manchester United scraped a 1-0 victory at home against an own goal by Arsenal''s Winterburn. This didn''t indicate a clear recovery for them but showed they were at least stabilizing their decline, without letting the gap with Millwall widen.


    Like the previous two months, Millwallpleted November with a perfect record. Newcastle United, Leeds United, and Everton all fell to defeat, and as December began, Millwall was 15 points ahead of second-ced Liverpool, who were just 1 point ahead of Manchester United.


    December was a month Aldrich disliked because the EPL started speeding up. Before Christmas, Millwall had two significant London derbies to navigate��an away match at Stamford Bridge followed by hosting West Ham at The Den.


    This new season saw Glenn Hoddle take charge of the Ennd national team, while Gullit hung up his ying boots and donned a tracksuit to take the helm at Chelsea. During this summer, Chelsea made significant investments, strengthening their squad across the board with French enforcer Leboeuf, midfield core Di Matteo, and scoring machines Vialli and Z.


    Starting this season, Chelsea officially entered a high-speed development phase to close the gap with the elite clubs. Gullit''s managerial style leaned towards attacking football, which drew more attention to Stamford Bridge, resulting in marked improvementspared to previous seasons. The outside world held high expectations for Chelsea to emerge as a new force in London under Gullit''s stewardship.


    Under these circumstances, Millwall, who had already set a record with fourteen consecutive wins, strode into Stamford Bridge like a proud lion.

 Chapter 174: Midfield Commander Pirlo

    <h4>Chapter 174: Midfield Commander Pirlo</h4>


    A year ago, Aldrich had stated in an interview that Gullit was at the end of his career, sneering at Fleet Street''s adtion of him, which drew the ire of Chelsea fans.


    However, Gullit did indeed serve a season at Chelsea, and the team''s position in the league showed little change from the previous season, even slipping into the lower half. Naturally, with Gullit taking the helm, the media began to stoke the rivalry between the two.


    In terms of their career ages, both Gullit and Aldrich were considered young managers. Aldrich had started two years earlier and had already achieved some sess, while Gullit, though not possessing the best squad, could still hold his own. However, his team''s recent record of three consecutive wins with Millwall paled inparison.


    Millwall fans continued to look down on Chelsea, doing everything they could to humiliate the club and arriving at their rivals'' ground with an air of arrogance.


    Aldrich had reduced the frequency of verbal sparring this season, as his team was at the top of the league. Staying out of trouble and maintaining squad morale was the way forward, especially since no one had provoked him.


    As Manchester United sought to regroup in a critical phase, the Champions League was facing its final group stage match. If Ferguson had his wits about him, he would ensure the team kept a low profile in preparation to alleviate unnecessary pressure.


    Though Wenger hadnded in North London and was busy trying to reshape Arsenal, he was still familiarizing himself with the Englishndscape. As for verbal shes? He was grateful enough that reporters weren''t bothering him.


    Last season, Kevin Keegan had seen his championship dreams dashed by Millwall. After bringing in Shearer, his defense remained a mess, and his days at St. James'' Park were beginning to turn difficult.


    Their arch-rivals, West Ham United, entered the league in a relegation battle from the start. Old Ray would have to be insane to provoke a war; all he wanted was for Aldrich to spare him during the East London derby this season.


    As for Gullit, he was a superstar among yers but a rookie in the coaching world; until he had proven himself, he wouldn''t dare to challenge Aldrich boastfully.


    In this chaotic and eventful season in the Premier League, every team had their own worries, and no one wanted to provoke Millwall. Mostcked the strength to do so, while a few who did were too intimidated after facing them. If Manchester United and Liverpool''s point gap were smaller, perhaps a psychological battle would have already begun. Unfortunately, their own teams were already in turmoil.


    In the pre-match press conference, Aldrich showed no willingness toment on Chelsea, nonchntly replying with words when asked: "just okay."


    Defense?


    Just okay.


    Team style?


    Just okay.


    Gullit?


    Just okay.


    Di Matteo?Just okay.


    Vialli?


    Just okay...


    Chelsea was sitting in a "mediocre" ranking, with their goal tally and goals conceded reflecting an equally average performance.


    Aldrich felt hisments were rather fair, but once twisted, they turned into disdain.


    Gullit''s response was measured: "Hall''s coaching record is indeed outstanding, but he should show more respect towards Chelsea. How my yers perform is not for him to judge."


    If it hadn''t been for the reporters asking, Aldrich wouldn''t have bothered saying anything either.


    Moreover, he felt he had shown enough respect to Chelsea.


    We are arch-rivals!


    Not stepping on you is a form of respect.


    At Stamford Bridge, the weather was fine and bright.


    Aldrich appeared at the visitors'' dugout, ncing around before choosing to sit down.


    Gullit, in his tracksuit, sat together with his coaching staff.


    The yers from both sides began to make their entrances.


    As the announcer introduced the starting lineups, a chorus broke out from the stands.


    The previously quiet stands were mostly filled with Chelsea fans, but the visiting Millwall fans numbered less than four thousand.


    Yet, they gathered in the away section, with Brady leading the Lions'' fans, who began to sing loudly.


    Aldrich nced at the away fans, where various cheering banners were gathered, something he was used to.


    However, what was that song they were singing in unison?


    Aldrich frowned slightly, hearing the vulgar lyrics in the song. This was just too lowbrow, wasn''t it?


    Normally, it wasmon to hear fans insulting each other from the stands, and putting it into song form was typical.


    But there were still boundaries; fans who crossed the line could harm their clubs. For instance, Bolton fans made ne crash gestures during a match against Manchester United after the Munich air disaster, which left them as pariahs, and Premier League clubs were especially intense with them, making even yer signings difficult.


    What Millwall fans were singing today was really unpleasant to the ears.


    What puzzled Aldrich was that the lyrics had absolutely nothing to do with Chelsea.


    Were they here at Stamford Bridge to disy their shamelessness?


    He had not noticed that next to him, Gullit looked frighteningly grim, his mouth moving slightly as if grinding his teeth.


    On the substitutes'' bench, Materazzi and Zambrotta wereughing.


    Seeing the expressions of the two yers, Aldrich asked, "What are youughing about?"


    Materazzi pointed to the away fans, while Zambrotta raised an eyebrow in that direction.


    "What do you mean? What''s so funny about that?"


    A vulgar song was not something Aldrich found humorous.


    Materazziughed loudly, "Boss, that song was once sung by Chelsea''s head coach, Mr. Gullit."


    Aldrich''s expression froze for a moment. This crude song had been sung by the braids-strapped coach next door?


    Materazzi continued to chuckle, "A few years ago, he joined a third-rate band and covered many such songs as a bassist. For a while in Italy, everyone found him quite disgusting. I can''t remember the name of that album."


    "It was called ''Revtion-Time''," Zambrotta chimed in immediately.


    Aldrich, along with the other coaches and yers, startedughing.


    The arrogant braids-strapped coach was indeed one of a kind, quite cool.


    This exined it��Millwall fans were directly humiliating the opposing head coach today.


    Afterughing, Aldrich scrutinized Chelsea''s starting lineup.


    Despite Gullit having both Vialli and Z as two major forwards, the mainstay in Chelsea''s attack was an aging veteran from an earlier era, the Welsh king Mark Hughes, who today partnered with Vialli.


    The midfield was anchored by Di Matteo, with Chelsea''s spiritual leader Wise apanying him. The addition of Leboeuf bolstered their defensive strength.


    Though Chelsea''s international team-building approachgged behind Millwall''s, they at least had a roster that held some recognition��not at allparable to the rubbish team that was West Ham United.


    But how well those eleven yers performed would still need to be tested on the pitch.


    As the match began, both sides immediately took their positions, with the tempo of the game being fast from the very first second.


    Chelsea had strengthened their squad this year, with a new coach bringing in high spirits. The team was full of tough and fierce yers, including stars who weren''t afraid to challenge Millwall''s fourteen-match winning streak. They were ready forbat!


    At the start, Chelsea''s pressing game caught Millwall somewhat off guard; after all, it was thetter''s home ground, and the yers were slower to get into their rhythm, which was perfectly normal.


    The game was tightly contested from the onset.


    Pirlo struggled to organize under pressure from Wise and Di Matteo. asionally, he managed to find a breakthrough ball through the middle, but the sweeper Leboeuf was there to heroically clear it. Though his movements looked a bit clumsy, the fans in the stands loved such disys, cheering them on in waves.


    After twenty minutes, Millwall had hardly created any good opportunities.


    However, Chelsea could not capitalize either. At midfield, Di Matteo, who usually thrived in skills, was now being pressured by Nedved and Pirlo, struggling to perform. His passing routes were constantly anticipated; even Schneider, who was still refining his defensive skills, was managing to preemptively steal position to nullify the opponent''s prative ys on the right nk.


    Benitez said to Aldrich, "Pirlo isn''t ying well today."


    "He''s intimidated by Wise. That kid is cunning and troublesome."


    "Should we pull Nedved back?"


    "No need. I actually want to see if he can adjust on his own; it seems he needs some guidance."


    Aldrich stood up from his seat just as Vialli was knocked down by Stam in a tussle, requiring the team doctor to check on him. He then called Pirlo over.


    "Andrea, for the next ten minutes, run all your attacks down the left side. After that, we''ll switch to the right. Got it?"


    Pirlo asked, slightly confused, "What if there aren''t good passingnes on the left?"


    "Just do as I say, and you''ll understand in ten minutes."


    Pirlo nodded and stopped questioning, beginning to execute Aldrich''s instructions.


    Millwall dominated possession for a longer duration, and although Chelsea pressed aggressively, their formation remained stable. Therefore, Pirlo often opted to y the ball toward Nedved in the central area, where there was a bit more space. Additionally, with Leboeuf, who was adept at interception, on the field, Chelsea was not afraid of Millwall''s prating passes in front of the penalty area.


    As the midfieldmander, Pirlo began frequently passing to the left, causing Millwall''s offense to tilt in that direction, and Chelsea''s defensive shape naturally began topress over there.


    Capdev, Larsson, and Nedved, under Pirlo''smand, beganunching wave after wave of effective left-sided attacks against Chelsea.


    Unfortunately, several attempts at goal narrowly missed.


    In under ten minutes, Pirlo understood Aldrich''s intention.


    The teams were initially bnced. Pirlo typically looked for spaces where he could find static openings.


    However, as Millwall''s offensive focus repeatedly shifted to one side, the opponent would automatically adjust due to their disadvantage, inadvertently creating defensive gaps on the other side.


    In the 36th minute of the first half, Pirlo once again found the ball in the left half-space. Chelsea''s defensive setup had clearly set their sights on shutting down that side.


    Suddenly, Pirlo executed a surprising diagonal long pass to the right nk.


    Schneider, who had been ying as a wide midfielder for the past two years, was already well-acquainted with Millwall''s offensive strategy. Once he spotted an opening ahead, he surged forward seamlessly, executing some passing runs that were right on point.


    Gently bringing the ball under control, Schneider flicked a pass into the path of Shevchenko, who, unmarked on the left, took a touch forward before effortlessly firing a shot that rolled into the far corner of the.


    The previous waves of attacks had ended fruitlessly, and Pirlo began to feel somewhat powerless. He thought that the opponent''s defense was exceptionally strong, but in reality, he had yet to tap into his own potential!


    Watching his teammates celebrate, Pirlo wore a smile. Although he still needed more practice to improve, he was starting to enjoy the role he yed in the team. The feeling of orchestrating the game was simply fantastic!

 Chapter 175: Millwall Supermarket Opens??

    <h4>Chapter 175: Millwall Supermarket Opens??</h4>


    After scoring, Millwall yed with increasedposure. Aldrich repeatedly rose from the sidelines to instruct Pirlo, giving him tactical changes to implement during the match.


    Pirlo is creative and possesses a broad vision, but he still has room to improve when ites to controlling the rhythm and adjusting the attack.


    In his role as a ymaker, passing is merely a fundamental skill. There are many yers with precise short and long passes, but relying solely on passing won''t result in greatness. The deeper, invisible qualities are what set ordinary yers apart from excellent ones, or even world-ss yers.


    This season, elevated to a key starting role by the young coach, Pirlo felt immense gratitude. However, Aldrich''s repeated guidance during this match left him thoroughly impressed!


    He learned how to mislead the opponent in attack, how to use deep pration pressure to create space forte-arriving yers, and how to thwart fierce counterattacks from the opposition.


    Watching Pirlo on the field, he still appeared calm and unhurried, yet he provided Millwall with crucial firepower in their offense, enabling them tounch wave after wave of attacks.


    "Martin, Hall is nurturing that Italiand carefully. At the start of the season, I mentioned that Hall was taking a risk by using this Italian yer, as his style wasn''t shy and his defense was concerning, especially hisck of speed. Besides his solid passing basics, I couldn''t see any exceptional qualities in him. Yet, during Millwall''s recent insane winning streak, this Italiand has quickly matured. Look, today''s Pirlo still has that same rhythm. I thought he would lose his magic once the opponents got familiar with him, but with Hallmunicating with him constantly from the sidelines, it''s as if he treats this match like a training session. Pirlo''s contributions have made Millwall''s offense even more diverse. It''s not an exaggeration to say that Pirlo orchestrated Millwall''s attacks, leaving Chelsea in a reactive state."


    "I agree with your point. He''s made Millwall''s attack more deceptive, switching left and right, forward and backward. However, I''m more concerned about whether he could showcase such strength in other teams. It''s evident that Millwall''s yers have excellent chemistry, allowing them to y smooth, fluid football, and their individual abilities are unquestionable. Oh, Chelsea isunching a counter. Leboeuf clears the ball, Di Matteo takes a step with it, a misstep! Nedved quickly slides in to poke the ball away, and it''s back at Pirlo''s feet. Heunches a long pass! Trezeguet has no defenders near him, takes a step to the side�� is it a shot? A clever through ball to the nk, Larsson! Right-footed st! It''s in! Four-zero! Millwall scores again in the 85th minute of the second half, utterly destroying Chelsea, and Larsson gets his second goal. How many goals has he scored this year?"


    "If we only count the league, since January till today, he''sted 34 goals, and with cup matches, that''s a terrifying 41!"


    Aldrich pped from the sidelines and gave a thumbs-up to the field before returning to the coaching bench.


    Fans in the Stamford Bridge stands began to exit; they expected an exciting contest, but it was clear Chelsea and Millwall were onpletely different levels.


    Chelsea''s forwards were struggling to make an impact, and Di Matteo had lost his previous spark, managing only four shots on goal.


    Millwall''s football disyed absolute dominance on the pitch.


    With a four-zero victory at Stamford Bridge, Aldrich continued his reign as the dominant force in London''s football wars.


    After a hurried handshake with Gullit, Aldrich turned to leave and appeared calm during post-match interviews, exuding an air of humility.


    Millwall''s 15-game winning streak not only shook the entire British football scene but also garnered attention across the European continent!


    The Times'' headline the following day read: "Millwall: Unbroken Winning Streak in the Top Five Leagues!"


    The scariest winning record in Europe was set by Benfica 25 years ago.


    In the context of the top five leagues, the current record holder is Real Madrid, which was set 35 years ago �� also 15 consecutive wins.


    For the whole of Europe, the little-known Millwall has tied Real Madrid''s record of 15 consecutive wins in the Premier League, immediately drawing widespread attention.


    After the six-goal drubbing of Manchester United, top clubs from mainstream leagues had already sent scouts to observe Millwall yers live.


    Why?


    Because Millwall sounds like a tform for stars to rise.


    With Ajax rapidly losing yers and several stars leaving for free during the summer, it was now a frenzied time for major clubs to scoop up talent.


    FIFA began considering new transfer rules to address the chaos in the transfer market caused by the Bosman ruling, especially regarding transfers between clubs from different countries.


    Millwall was terrifyingly stable. After adapting to the Premier League, Aldrich''s yers had strengthened their mental resilience, and they thrived under pressure in high-stakes situations.


    "Who will stop Millwall?"


    The Star called for English Premier League teams to end Millwall''s winning streak; otherwise, the league might effectively end in January.


    When Tottenham trudged back to North London with a painful 1:4 defeat at Lion''s Den, all the media in Ennd proimed: a new league record for consecutive wins was born.


    16 consecutive wins!


    Aldrich was ecstatic for his yers, but before he could fully celebrate, new troubles appeared on the horizon.


    "AC Mn wants to take Nedved and Larsson!"


    "Internazionale has set its sights on Larsson!"


    "Juventus..."


    The three northern giants of Italy were all eyeing Millwall''s yers, and reports from Mn indicated that AC Mn had sent an invitation for yer transfers.


    Moratti, who had just taken over Inter Mnst year, was very sincere. Upon learning that Aldrich spoke Italian, he reached out directly to discuss possible signings over the phone.


    Moratti wanted too many yers; he even wanted to take all four members of Millwall''s attacking unit.


    He was eager to revive Inter Mn, especially after witnessing the copse of crosstown rivals AC Mn''s dynasty.


    Money wasn''t the focal point of negotiation for him.


    Moratti''s offers were straightforward and sincere.


    But Aldrich talked to him at length, insisting he wouldn''t sell any yers.


    His approach toward AC Mn was less amodating.


    Before the League Cup kicked off mid-week, Aldrich was repeatedly asked about yer transfer news at a press conference, and he grew a bit impatient. After reporters had finished questioning him, everyone''s eyes were on him, and Aldrich finally spoke with an impassive expression.


    "A year and a half ago, I remember the Italian media mocking Millwall. I rmended the Italian yers in my team to the youth teams under the Italian national team. That wasn''t my obligation, but I did it for the sake of developing yers for the Italian national team and also hoped my yers could proudly wear national team jerseys, even if only that of the U18 team. However, the Italian media ridiculed us. I recall some headlines: ''Where is Millwall from, a vige?'' Now, some of their clubs want my yers, thinking we''re beggars? To throw olive branches through the media without even sending a formal inquiry to the club? That''s right, I''m talking about AC Mn. You have glory, countless championships; you are a prestigious football giant. Though we, Millwall, are from humble beginnings, we have pride and guts! You think tossing a few scraps will make my yers run over like dogs to pick them up and wag their tails for you? Ha! Our little vige has just one response: no."


    The audience erupted in disbelief, camera shes went off as Aldrich coldly stood up to leave.


    Every field has its own rules.


    The head of Internazionale took the time to call for private discussions, and although Moggi from Juventus secretly contacted Andrew, he at least symbolically sent a fax for inquiries. Only AC Mn showed no courtesy, directly making sweeping ims through the media that Nedved, Larsson, and other yers should y at San Siro, as that would be the highest honor for them.


    Other teams, like Real Madrid and Bayern Munich, also inquired about the potential transfers of several yers, but everyone was respectful of the rules.


    Perhaps the Mn dynasty had given AC Mn too much superiority, or perhaps people looked down on Millwall, but Aldrich couldn''t ept it. He didn''t care how the outside world viewed it; if they didn''t y by the rules, there would be nomon ground. He was the owner and head coach of Millwall, fully aware that dignity is more important than money!


    AC Mn''s vice president, Galliani, miscalcted this move. He had even researched the summer transfer of Thuram to Parma and understood the behind-the-scenes dynamics within the Italian footballmunity. He knew that Thuram''s desire to transfer had been granted by the club, but the price was too high. Galliani, who typically aimed for good deals at low costs, could not ept such a high offer. Thus, he decided to approach the yer secretly, hoping to influence the club''s decision through the yer''s personal wishes.


    After all, we are in the post-Bosman era; yers have more say in transfers!


    But now, he regretted it��he hadn''t expected Aldrich to be such a hard-headed young man. Yes, he thought Aldrich acted impulsively, offending the big clubs with his words. Such a person would find it difficult to make a mark in this circle.


    However, his own underhanded tactics left him no choice but to try to mend rtions with Millwall through back channels.


    He genuinely wanted Millwall yers.


    Last year, AC Mn, crowned Serie A champions, found the new season to be a disaster. The operations in the summer transfer market had drawn much attention back then, but after half a season, Galliani''s dealings looked less impressive. yers like Dugarry, Davies, Reiziger, and Bromqvist didn''t fare well collectively. The miserable record and the yer performance sheets showed almost no transactions that Min fans would praise as good deals, most of those yers destined to be fleeting visitors to the club.


    Galliani desperately tried to restore rtions with Millwall, still harboring hopes for the winter transfer window.


    After Aldrich left the press conference with a cold demeanor, Millwall lost their next League Cup match the following day.


    It wasn''t that Millwall performed poorly; the substitutes prioritized experience over results.


    Moreover, Aldrich encountered an excellent opposing coach: Martin O''Neill.


    His team, Leicester City, newly promoted, was improving match by match as they adapted to the Premier League''s pace. Having learned from Brian Clough, O''Neill began utilizing conservative defensive tactics and quick counterattacksbined with ground y rather than relying heavily on traditional long ball methods.


    While he was coaching a small team, it wasn''t wrong to y conservatively given the overall yer quality. Aldrich didn''t feel regret in letting his substitutes take the fall in the League Cup quarter-finals.


    After the match, he and O''Neill enjoyed a pleasant conversation. However, O''Neill had his eye on one of Millwall''s yers, not for purchase, but for a loan.


    He was interested in borrowing Gronkjaer, a speedy yer who would certainly excel in counterattacks.


    But Aldrich politely declined. He preferred his yers to grow within their tactical system and, with plenty of matches left in the season, substitutes would inevitably see sufficient ytime.

 Chapter 176: Criticism of the Ballon d’Or

    <h4>Chapter 176: Criticism of the Ballon d''Or</h4>


    Rumors about the winter transfer market were flying around, but Aldrich remained calm while the fans were growing restless. The day after the League Cup concluded, Aldrich went about his work during the day. However, when he returned home at night, he noticed arge crowd of fans in Millwall jerseys gathered in his apartmentmunity. They had unfurled a banner that read: "Pavel, Henrik, this is your forever home!"


    In the front row of the crowd stood Brady and Fred, both gazing up at an apartment.


    That apartment belonged to Nedved, while Larson lived right next door.


    Aldrich was known for working long hours; after the club''s training, he often dealt with other business matters before heading home.


    His BMW parked by the roadside, he watched the winding crowd, which was considerate enough not to block the road.


    As Aldrich rolled down the car window, he immediately spotted a young boy standing behind Brady.


    "David, what are you doing here instead of going home?"


    With his chest puffed out, the boy replied defiantly, "I don''t want Pavel and Henrik to leave either. They are heroes, our idols."


    As soon as Villia finished his sentence, those around him nodded in agreement.


    Some fans recognized Aldrich in the car. Unlike other club owners or executives, Aldrich led a discreet life and didn''t drive shy luxury vehicles. His BMW didn''t have the aura of a high-end car, given its age, while the Lamborghini in his garage was only used for indulgent joyrides on rare asions.


    "Mr. Hall, please keep them with us!"


    "Right, the club should give them a raise!"


    "Yeah, Henrik is better than Shearer; he deserves better treatment."


    "The club made a fortune selling off so many great yersst summer, right?"


    ...


    As the fans'' chatter grew more exaggerated, Aldrich felt a sense of frustration.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t care about wages; it was just that the team was enjoying a stable atmosphere. Everyone was motivated by a streak of consecutive wins. Suddenly discussing money felt superficial and distracting. If one yer got a raise, what about the others? Especially the starting yers? They were just ordinary people, and it was natural to feel envious. After all, Aldrich preached team spirit, and it didn''t make sense to favor one over the others.


    Aldrich stepped out of the car and addressed Brady and Fred, saying, "I assure you that nobody will be leaving Millwall this winter. Please don''t gather here; it could have the opposite effect and make it seem like you''re threatening my yers."


    Brady puffed out his chest and replied, "We''re just being peaceful and not causing a fuss. We want the yers to know our support is heartfelt."


    Aldrich thought they were being unreasonable and replied earnestly, "I understand your passion, but most of you are big, burly men hanging around here. It''s not a good look. Let my yers have some quiet time to rest, alright?"


    Just then, two men walked out from the adjacent apartments, seemingly having made a prior arrangement.


    As Nedved and Larson appeared, the fans scattered apuse and cheers. Some called for them to stay, urging them not to ept offers from any clubs.


    Aldrich turned to face the two yers, saying solemnly, "Pavel, Henrik, they mean no harm. Please don''t misunderstand."


    Millwall fans had a notorious reputation, and afterst year''s disturbances during the East London Derby, Aldrich feared his yers might feel disheartened by the situation.


    Nedved smiled and shook his head before addressing the fans, calmly stating, "I won''t leave unless the boss sells me."


    Larson shrugged and chuckled, "Same here."


    Upon hearing theirmitment, the fans erupted in cheers!


    Even some female fans excitedly tried to rush forward to hug the two, but Brady and Fred promptly blocked them.


    What a joke! This was in front of their homes. Both yers were married��who knew if their wives were watching from the windows?


    After finally getting their promise to stay, thest thing they needed was a few beauties rushing up for hugs and kisses that might lead to trouble when they got home.


    However, the other fans quickly asked for selfies and autographs.


    Seeing this scene, Aldrich felt relieved.


    He smiled, got back into the car, and drove home.


    As long as his star yers didn''t have thoughts of leaving, Aldrich could sleep easy.


    However, two dayster, he was provoked into a furious outburst by another matter.


    At the end of the year, France Football announced the top three nominees for the European Footballer of the Year: the first ce went to European Championship champion Sammer, followed closely by Ronaldo in second ce, and third was n Shearer.


    At a press conference before the weekend''s league matches, a reporter asked Aldrich for his thoughts on this, causing his expression to turn cold.


    "What do you want me to say? I just don''t understand the selection criteria for the Ballon d''Or. It''s just a bunch of journalists voting as if they represent the entire world. Is that fair? Why does Sammer deserve the Ballon d''Or? Is it because he scored a lot? No, it''s because he led Germany to win the European Championship. So why is Ronaldo in second ce? What titles did he winst year? The Spanish Supercup? An Olympic bronze medal? What about Shearer? The Premier League Golden Boot and the European Championship Golden Boot? Alright, I''m confused. In terms of honors, Nedved won two cup titles and a league runner-up in ''96, along with a European Championship runner-up. In terms of goals, Larson outscored Shearer and Ronaldost year. Do we need to discuss assist numbers too? Ha! The Ballon d''Or is just a product meant to please the fans. Are Ronaldo and Shearer good? Absolutely. They are perfect forwards, especially Ronaldo, whose performance in thest four months has made him the focus of Europe and the world. But football is a team sport of eleven yers, built around collective honors and coboration. If the Ballon d''Or is awarded to the yer who scores the most and does so beautifully, then why didn''t they give it to Baggiost year and instead gave it to Weah?"


    The room fell silent in an instant. The reporters hadn''t expected Aldrich to suddenlyunch a tirade against the Ballon d''Or selection process.


    The earlier question was just casual, as journalists had intended to include Aldrich''s opinions in news articles, hoping to hear his evaluations of the three yers, but they got a bombshell instead, leaving them momentarily speechless.


    After a brief silence, the reporters in the crowd wildly raised their hands, shouting various questions.


    If Aldrich were just an ordinary fan, he wouldn''t care who won the Ballon d''Or. To him, it was just a matter of enjoying the matches.


    But as the coach, he had to take into ount the award''s influence and factors involved.


    Truthfully, Sammer and Shearer could be credited for their solid performances in significant tournaments, and European media always had to ount for the European Championship''s impact.


    Ronaldo''s inclusion, which would lead to him being named World Footballer of the Year in half a month, came with many factors.


    It certainly wasn''t solely based on his individual performance.


    At least in the first half of ''96, Ronaldo spent much of his time nursing an injury, and after returning, he had a scandal involving discord with his teammates at PSV Eindhoven. Only after joining Barcelona in mid-August did he produce phenomenal performances on the field.


    In terms of team honors, what had he achieved? The Olympic bronze medal?


    Firstly, there''s the significance of the stage; as a member of the renowned European club Barcelona, Ronaldo automatically enjoys an exceptional level of exposure.


    Additionally, the rise of the digital television age is a crucial factor, coinciding with a time of advanced broadcasting; when paired with the first factor, Ronaldo''s emergence generated a significant media buzz, quickly elevating him to superstar status.


    Aldrich admired Ronaldo,especially for his dedication during injury recovery, meticulously studying defensive moves of various defenders to enhance his personal skills. The alien known as the "dribbling textbook" did not rely solely on talent; were it not for his current status as a coach, he would never have criticized the Ballon d''Or.


    The Ballon d''Or, the World Footballer of the Year��how many yers dream of these awards in their lifetime?


    Millwall didn''t have the background that other big clubs had. How many non-elite yers had ever touched those two awards throughout history?


    Aldrich needed to step up for his yers, primarily to win their hearts. It was crucial to do so; otherwise, he couldn''t guarantee that yers wouldn''t chase after the highest personal des and move to bigger clubs. Although it might not be effective, didn''t he have to make an effort?


    But no matter what, as the coach of Millwall, does he still need to extend his congrattions to Ronaldo and Shearer?


    If they had championships that justified the Ballon d''Or, Aldrich would certainly extend his congrattions. However, given that Millwall has performed well throughout the year, he has a valid reason to speak up for his team.


    The reporters in the audience were like sharks smelling blood, their mouths open wide, waiting to digest fresh news.


    "Mr. Hall, are you suggesting that there''s a scandal behind the Ballon d''Or voting?"


    "No, I just think this is a victory for media coverage, which doesn''t represent the true values of football."


    "What do you mean by the values of football?"


    "We always emphasize that football is a team sport, promoting the idea that the collective is above the individual. So, team honors should certainly be the benchmark for judging a team. If a yer is considered the best of the year, but he fails to help his team win any honors, what right does he have to be deemed the best yer?"


    "Are you predicting that Ronaldo and Shearer won''t help their teams achieve any honors?"


    "I didn''t say that, but the Ballon d''Or isn''t meant to forecast future stars. I believe the selection criteria should be more specific. It shouldn''t be that one year the emphasis is on team honors, and the next year it''s all about individual performance. As long as it doesn''t result in selecting an average yer, any exnation can be justified. This is unfair to the yers, especially to mine."


    "But your team hasn''t won the most important titles��the league or any European honors."


    "Sorry, but neither has Ronaldo nor Shearer. However, my team, Millwall, has had a better record than Barcelonately. In the league for the entire of ''96, we only lost two matches. Overall, we lost just four matches and set a record for consecutive wins in the top five leagues. Did you know that? Maybe Nedved''s straightforward, robust ying style isn''t shy enough, which is why he''s overlooked. But I want to tell you that I don''t care whether you notice my yers'' performances. Each of my yers is the best, and our football philosophy is the best. Our yers y for the team because they understand that ying for the team is ultimately ying for themselves. We will win everything. As for the media-driven Ballon d''Or, chase it if you must. You pursue yers with more individualistic performances on the pitch, forgetting that football is a team sport."


    "There are reports suggesting that the English magazine ''Football World'' will name Ronaldo as the yer of the Year. What do you think?"


    "It''s just a magazine that tters English yers. They rarely showcase unique viewpoints and are merely deceiving themselves by inting the status of English yers in football. If they continue down this path, ''Football World'' will fade from people''s attention since itcks authority and persuasiveness."

 Chapter 177: Controversy Surrounding the Ballon d’Or

    <h4>Chapter 177: Controversy Surrounding the Ballon d''Or</h4>


    Aldrich''s scathing criticism of the Ballon d''Or voting immediately became the hottest topic in the UK.


    After all, the sports world thrives on sharp, contrasting viewpoints. If the majority only showered praises and apuse, what would be the point?


    While the existence of controversy cannot be judged by any authoritative body, listening to different voices is exactly the kind of explosive sh that the news industry needs.


    However, Aldrich''sments offended some people, especially fans of La Liga, who favor Ronaldo and Shearer.


    Yet, he has his supporters. A few months ago, Brazil''s coach Zagallo didn''t hold back, saying, "Personally, I dislike the media''s praise and hype surrounding him. It''s absurd that a big club like Barcelona ces all the responsibility on a 20-year-old''s shoulders."


    He went on to criticize bluntly, "If he keeps floating on cloud nine, it won''t benefit him. He still doesn''t understand the importance and significance of teamwork. Although Ronaldo will surely be one of the great yers in football history, Pel�� was much more well-rounded at his age."


    Many legends and sportsmentators supported Aldrich with rational arguments when discussing the Ballon d''Or on programs.


    Their debate wasn''t about whether Ronaldo or Shearer has the skill or if they''ll be sessful in the future. No one denies that if they continue to perform well, they will undoubtedly be great stars.


    But in what can only be called a fruitless year, seeing yers like Ronaldo and Shearer finish as the second and third in the Ballon d''Or rankings seems utterly ridiculous.


    What''s the reason for this?


    It''s because he scores often and scores beautifully.


    A sports media outletpiled highlights of Ronaldo and Shearer''s goals over the past year andpared them to the highlights of Larsson and Nedv��d.


    The conclusion was evident: Larsson scored the most goals, and as a midfielder, Nedv��d showcased aprehensive performance with both goals and assists. However, Ronaldo''s goals were simply the most visually striking. Without the European Championship Golden Boot, Shearer wouldn''t even be in the running.


    Most of Millwall''s goalse from teamwork executing lethal strikes, and even the asional individual effortcks that visual impact. yers like Larsson only need one movement to create an angle for scoring, while Ronaldo''s long runs, dazzling dribbles, perfect physical technique, and incredible speed make him an attractive figure for fans.


    It''s an old saying that football is a team sport, yet the heroic ideal in people''s hearts seems never to fade.


    Upon returning to the club, Aldrich held a high-level meeting, realizing a pressing issue brought forth by the Ballon d''Or voting.


    No matter how well Millwall performed, they always felt unable to attain a prominent ce in the footballndscape.


    After all, they are used to being the underdogs,rgely due to external perceptions. Foreign media often refer to Millwall as a vige club, and outside Ennd, few pay attention to them.


    Specifically, if AC Mn achieved five or six consecutive victories, they would be the focus of Europe immediately. Likewise, if Barcelona''s Ronaldo scored a beautiful goal, it would be reyed on media tforms across the globe. Millwall winning ten matches in a row barely raised any eyebrows; it wasn''t until they equaled Real Madrid''s fifteen-match winning streak that they finally captured significant attention. But alongside that came skepticism, with critics doubting Premier Leaguepetitiveness, iming that Millwall''s sixteen-match winning streak was just a fluke.


    From today''s perspective, the Premier League indeed doesn''t hold a leading position among the top five leagues. Recent disappointing performances in Europeanpetitions make it hard to look favorably at the Premier League, especially after ckburn finished bottom of their groupst year and became aughingstock. While Manchester United managed to scrape past the group stage this year, it was mostly because Juventus, already qualified, didn''t sabotage Manchester United''sst round.


    Aldrich realized: this isn''t just an era of snatching talents; it''s also an era of capturing fans!


    With the development of broadcasting technology andmercial operations, this is the most advantageous stage for clubs to mize and capture market share.


    Sess in the ying field alone isn''t enough; they need to bombard fans'' nerves through media broadcasts to capture their attention first and gain influence.


    With all executives present, Aldrich sat at the head of the long table, listening to Adam''s marketing development report.


    Over the past two years, Millwall has rapidly spread, centered in East London, creating substantial influence. Their impressive record of two trophies and a runner-upst season earned them many neutral fans, as evidenced by an increase in sponsors.


    However, many factors restrict Millwall''s growth, foremost being their stadium, which has limited capacity. Neutral fans often find it hard to get tickets, and the stadium''s image doesn''t align with that of a strong team.


    Additionally, Millwall''s southeastern London location doesn''tpare with the modern splendor of Stamford Bridge or Highbury. Most importantly, if they want to extend their influence beyond Ennd, sess in Europeanpetitions is essential.


    This season in the European Cup Winners'' Cup, Millwall has advanced to the quarter-finals, but their matches garner little interest. When they faced Switzend''s Sion in the second round, if Aldrich were a neutral fan abroad, he wouldn''t feel enthusiastic about it.


    Millwall vs. Sion?


    And the quarter-final opponent drawn alsocks appeal: a team from Northern Europe, Brann.


    Meanwhile, tickets for the matches held at Wembley for the European Cup Winners'' Cup sold quite well, with an average attendance of around 50,000. However, many fans expressed disappointment because they wanted to see star yers like Nedv��d, Larsson, and Trezeguet, rather than Van Nistelrooy, Gronkjaer, Phillips, or Lampard.


    Adam''s report showed that Millwall''s influence was steadily increasing, evident through jersey sales, fan numbers, ticket demand, and media exposure.


    But Aldrich felt it wasn''t enough��not nearly enough.


    He didn''t expect instant sess but knew they must recognize that this is the dawn of a golden age formercial promotion.


    "Let''s establish a new department specifically responsible for promoting the Millwall brand. Adam, you keep pushing in themercial side. Additionally, I''ll propose two projects for you to refine and implement. First, set up an official Millwall TV channel that broadcasts programs rted to Millwall 24/7��match highlights, yer interviews, team training videos��creating the most engaging content possible to attract fans and make them familiar with Millwall. Second, we need an official Millwall website. Moreover, increase signage advertisements in the stadium. Through TV broadcasts, we can entice fans worldwide to visit our site, developing sales channels for our memorabilia. Fan organizations can also be featured on the site, with content including news, promotions, and interactions. Fans should be able to register for memberships and receive regr email updates. In short, we must stay ahead of the trends and not stick to past promotional strategies."


    Aldrich''s words left those in attendance exchanging nces, and someone asked, "Boss, if we start a TV channel, we don''t have broadcasting rights."


    Aldrich replied, "We won''t be broadcasting; we''ll simply show our past highlight matches. You canpile ssic match footage, interview fans and celebrities, and even make a feature on a yer''s performance throughout the season. For instance, take Nedv��d: he arrived at Millwall in the summer of 1994 when no one knew who he was, and fans were skeptical of his abilities. His role in the team wasn''t obvious at first, but through two seasons of hard work, he became a star. You can showcase his growth through clips from previous matches, instilling a spirit of motivation and resilience. We can also promote our football values through our youth training base; the 1996 Youth FA Cup victory is a fantastic example. Setting the record for promotion to the Premier League in 1995 andst season''s glory��aren''t these all materials we can use for promotion?"


    Everyone nodded, beginning to grasp the promotional philosophy behind the TV channel.


    "What about the official website? Do you mean we should set one up like the UK Treasury to listen to fans'' opinions?"


    The inte developed in the 90s but was still seen as a novelty, as it relied on hardware infrastructure. Governments worldwide have established official sites, which have been somewhat ineffective, but it''s still a sign of keeping pace with the times.


    Aldrich patiently exined, "We can post thetest news on the official site, turning it into a reliable source of information for our fans. For example, news about yer contract renewals, transfers, injuries, travel ns, ticket discounts, charity events, yer awards, and interviews can all be featured. We can establish a forum on the site for fans to discuss Millwall and create a tform formunication with fan organizations. Adam, who is responsible for transfer negotiations, can outline our recruitment policies, team philosophies, and outlook on yers'' futures. We can even give each yer a dedicated section where fans can show their support and discuss yers'' performances, rating each game. Additionally, we should organize regr events where fans can engage with yers or even me, as long as the individuals agree. The inte is the most crucial media tform for the future. We must seize this trend, allowing other media to pay attention to our site, releasing some important news exclusively on there. This willpel other outlets to visit our site. Once we umte a significant number of Millwall fans abroad, we can coborate to set up overseas fan sites, and so on. Just think creatively and explore various ways to promote Millwall Football Club."


    Aldrich''s speech opened the eyes of those present, many of whom regarded Aldrich as a shrewd businessman and talented coach, but were surprised to discover his visionary ideas.


    With inte technology evolving rapidly every year and the impending streaming era promising to further integrate the inte into everyday life, rapidly increasing its user base.


    Aldrich simply wanted them to broaden their thinking, not to focus only on their own little patch in Ennd. In the past, international promotion relied on Europeanpetitions or foreign stars. However, the inte has blurred the lines of real distance. If Millwall, with its humble background, doesn''t seize this opportunity, waiting for a future when the market matures to im a slice of the pie would only mean left with the scraps.

 Chapter 178: Christmas Derby

    <h4>Chapter 178: Christmas Derby</h4>


    Damn it, the Christmas rush is here again.


    Compared to the grueling schedule of 46 matches in the Football League two years ago andst year''s focus on cuppetitions, this season has seen Millwall maintain a decent rotation from August to December, with key yers getting ample rest and primarily concentrating on the league with an average of one game per week.


    After reaching the quarter-finals in the League Cup and progressing to thest eight in the European Cup Winners'' Cup, Millwall was now preparing to kick off their FA Cup campaign.


    Aldrich was concerned that the yers might start feeling weary of the matches mentally, so he nned to give the main squad a proper break during Christmas.


    He was also adjusting the game n. With such a significant lead in the league this season, Aldrich aimed to target both the European Cup Winners'' Cup and the FA Cup��where the former is the second-most prestigious cuppetition in Europe and thetter is the most traditional cuppetition in Ennd. Not to mention that Millwall is the defending champion.


    The yers were aware that at this stage, Millwall''s rotation strategy would be modified.


    This wasn''t purely due topetitive reasons, but also psychological ones; Aldrich couldn''t pinpoint when they would fully adapt.


    However, the yers made their preferences known to him.


    Thursday''s training wrapped up early, and Aldrich was in his office handling documents. With the winter transfer window approaching, several clubs had sent in offers. Although he was determined not to sell anyone, he still needed to nce at the offers in case a particrly enticing one came in, which would require him to adjust his contract extension ns for the yers ordingly.


    Nedv��d was the first to knock and enter. He got straight to the point, saying, "Boss, I don''t need a holiday. I''ve fully adapted to the game''s tempo here over thest two years."


    Larsson, Trezeguet, Schneider, and Makelele followed suit, expressing simr sentiments.


    Especially the forwards, who were in hot form, scoring left and right. Although no single yer dominated the goal tally, they were all enjoying the game, finding satisfaction in both scoring and assisting their teammates.


    The yers'' eagerness to continue thrilled Aldrich, though a few opted to take the holiday, like Pirlo and Capdev.


    As Christmas neared, the East London derby ignited once more.


    When Millwall returned to prominence as a promoted team in East London, no one imagined that just a yearter, the mighty Hammers would find themselves in such an awkward situation. Millwall topped the points table, while the Hammersnguished in fifth from the bottom.


    The first derby of the season was set to take ce at the Lion''s Den.


    Due to the chaotic incidents ofst season, the FA and the police had heavily cracked down on fan behavior. This year, the East London derby was rtively calm off the pitch; there were fewer pre-arranged fights among fans, and tensions on the streets seemed less frequent.


    But inside the stadium, the charged atmosphere remained unchanged.


    The Lions'' fans waved various banners insulting the Hammers, while the two sets of supporters exchanged songs and chants, their voices hoarse from the noise.


    In the packed stands, the fervent fans waved their arms menacingly. Aldrich stood on the sidelines, unable to hear what was being shouted from the stands, but it was clearly just insults and mockery hurled back and forth.


    Redknapp stood with his hands in his jacket pockets, staring nkly at the game. It wasn''t that he was dazed or confused; it was just that his appearance��small eyes��made it hard for anyone to see his intensity.


    The Hammers had been struggling near the relegation zone since the beginning of the new season, with inconsistent results that fluctuated between securing a safer position and sliding back into danger.


    At the Lion''s Den today, the Hammers yed with great intensity on the pitch, their tactical strategy unmistakable: a strong defense aimed at achieving a draw.


    In ce of Pirlo, Back started, and Zambrotta reced Capdev.


    Although the personnel changes were minimal, Millwall''s offensive force was dominant, yet something felt missing.


    Creativity!


    Yes, that''s right��creativity.


    Both Back and Lampard were capable of organizing the midfield with satisfactory short and long passes, but theycked finesse. There was an organized approach, but it paled inparison to Pirlo''s ability to orchestrate ys silently yet powerfully.


    The Lions'' fans mocked the Hammers, "You''re just a bunch of turtles, only knowing how to defend! You''re too scared to even let one yer cross halfway!"


    Commentators appeared disillusioned, noting that the match resembled a brawl within West Ham''s own defensive zone, as most yers crowded their own box.


    "Perhaps Redknapp could halt Millwall''s winning streak, though this approach doesn''t seem proud. Yet from a psychological standpoint, maybe it would still signify West Ham''s victory," onementator mused.


    "ying like West Ham does means neither wanting to win nor lose. If football continues to develop like this, it''s doomed."


    "But what can Redknapp do? If he doesn''t use such aprehensive defensive strategy, he''s likely to go home defeated. This is a bitter rivalry; both in points and reputation, old Red can''t afford to lose," anothermentator replied.


    Sighing, the samementator observed, "At the end of the first half, the score was 0-0. Millwall had 17 shots, with only 8 being blocked directly by opponents. The only threatening attempt was a long shot from Back that hit the post."


    As they walked into the locker room at halftime, Aldrich noticed the yersining about their opponents.


    "They don''t even want to win!" Trezeguet vented. He had been tightly marked on all sides and had only one shot attempt in the first half, which ricocheted off a defender, leaving him fuming.


    "I can''t find any breakthrough openings to cut in for a shot; the penalty area is just packed with defenders everywhere!"


    "Damn, someone pinched my ass during the corner just now; that was disgusting."


    Barack''sment caught everyone off guard momentarily before they broke intoughter.


    Once the chuckles subsided, Nedv��d looked up at Aldrich and asked, "Boss, should we take more long shots in the second half?"


    They had tried a number of long-range efforts in the first half, but the results were suboptimal; West Ham was doing an excellent job of sweeping the ball away from danger.


    Aldrich scribbled on the tactical board, then pointed to the goal line: "Fullbacks need to push deeper into the attack. The wingers should avoid blindly cutting inside and maintain spacing andyers to stretch their defense. In the second half, I''ll substitute Rudd for Yap. He''ll join David in front of the opponent''s goal."


    He exined a tactical shift to use both wings to pull the defense apart, maximizing the chance to exploit defensive weaknesses while adding a striker in the box. This would stretch the opposition''s formations, with two wingers on the outside supported by Back and Nedv��d, allowing the attacking yers to useyers to slice through the defensive line. Once an opponent slipped up, Millwall yers would be ready to capitalized.


    "On the nks, you can try to create opportunities, but inside the box, if you don''t have a shot, hold the ball and suddenly change the pace to force the opponent into mistakes."


    The yers listened intently, remembering their roles in the second-half attacks. While the guidelines weren''t rigid, they needed tomit to the overall tactical principles.


    Sometimes the emergence of a goal doesn''t rely solely on the orchestrator, the facilitator, and the scorer; the teammates who never touch the ball still y critical roles through their movements and distractions, even though these aspects go unnoticed by spectators.


    As the second half kicked off, Aldrich took his seat on the bench just as the substitutions were made.


    "Hall opted for a substitution at halftime, recing center-back Stam with Van Nistelrooy. This change doesn''t warrant much discussion; keeping both Stam and Southgate on in the second half would be unnecessary. Towards the end of the first half, Stam even advanced to y as a forward, but sadly, he only managed to contribute with headers. Now, with the introduction of a proper center-forward, we should see an improvement in our attack. Let''s wait and see if Hall''s change has any impact."


    As the second half began, West Ham quickly reverted to a defensive stance, with only Southgate remaining in their half, while Makelele prowled near the center circle to guard against counterattacks. The two fullbacks, Zambrotta and Schneider, pushed over the halfway line, each taking turns to join the attack.


    In the front line, Millwall''s attacking formation was structured as two central midfielders supported by wingers. The midfield held two strikers, creating ayered siege.


    Aldrich sat calmly, knowing that breaking through apact defense was a global challenge. He didn''t fear teams that yed offensively, as teams like Chelsea, with their counterattacks, would provide opportunities for Millwall. What concerned him were those utterlymitted to defense; their static but dense defense squeezed the spaces to an extreme, minimizing the advantages of the strikers, and particrly stifling their speed.


    The stalemate continued, but Millwall''s influence began to grow. The Hammers'' defense, although solid, wasn''t imprable; asional errors required teammates to assist each other, maintaining a state of high tension.


    Twenty minutester, Aldrich reced Makelele with Lampard.


    The substitution of Makelele was understandable; he hadn''t had much to do in a congested area. On asion, he had the chance for a shot, but after Nedv��d returned a pass to him, he sted the ball into the stands.


    Although Lampard was young, his long-range shooting ability outmatched Makelele''s. Even so, as Aldrich sent him on, he cautioned against being too aggressive since there were already plenty of yers in attacking positions. It was vital for yers to maintain reasonable spacing and a structured system; otherwise, they might revert to old-fashioned strategies that wouldn''t suit their game.


    Millwall frequently utilized the fullbacks'' ovepping runs to pull West Ham''s defensive formation apart. This tactic was reminiscent of Manchester United''s ystyle, except it operated horizontally, causing the defenders to shift back and forth, continuously creating gaps.


    The alternating crosses and back passes heightened the tension among the fans in the stands.


    With Van Nistelrooy''s arrival, the threat from his runs increased markedly. He even missed an open opportunity, his shot blocked on the line by a defender''s body.


    In the seventy-ninth minute, Millwall finally found their chance.


    Nedv��d received a cross and, without taking a touch, quicklyid it off to the left for Larsson. After receiving the ball, Larsson feigned a forward move, but the ball remained still, fooling the West Ham defenders��who, caught off guard, pulled back, inadvertently pushing their defensive line forward.


    This subtle shift in rhythm exposed a gap in their defense. Larsson slipped the ball past the defenders, and Zambrotta, timing the run perfectly, sprinted to the byline and crossed it. In the center, Trezeguet, shielded by Van Nistelrooy, lunged forward to volley the ball into the goal.


    The ball danced along the inside of the post and into the, igniting a wave of jubtion in the stadium as yers celebrated wildly, like a long-awaited rain after a drought.


    Aldrich couldn''t see how the ball had gone in from the bench, only witnessing the generalmotion and eagerly filling in the gaps in his mind.


    Once he confirmed the goal was valid, he leaped up, fists clenched, cheering in delight.


    Redknapp, fuming, flushed with anger, kicked at an advertising board along the sideline.


    Soon after, Aldrich made another adjustment, subbing in Elguera for the goal scorer, Trezeguet, to restore bnce to the team''s formation.


    Previously, his tactical substitutions had been designed to lure the opposition out, but now it didn''t matter how Redknapp reacted; Aldrich was unbothered by the Hammers'' aggression, knowing at least their defensive structure wouldn''t copse.

 Chapter 179: Staying on Top

    <h4>Chapter 179: Staying on Top</h4>


    In the first round of the new season''s league, Millwall imed a narrow victory over their rivals in the East London derby, winning by a single goal.


    After the match, the focus shifted to the security situation. Although there were conflicts among fans outside the stadium, the scale was nothingpared tost year.


    West Ham United faced fierce criticism from the media, with *The Sun* using an image to sum up the match.


    The image depicted a boxing ring where a tall, muscr fighter d in a Millwall jersey ruthlessly pummeled his opponent, who could only cower and cover his head in the corner of the ring, wearing a West Ham jersey.


    By the end of December, Millwall hadpleted twenty rounds of the Premier League, achieving an impressive record of 18 wins, 1 draw, and 1 loss��more shocking than the sensational performance of Newcastle United in the first half ofst season.


    Every day, Millwall seemed to be writing new pages in their history. Although they had yet to break records for consecutive league wins, consecutive away victories, or consecutive home wins, given their current momentum, it seemed only a matter of time��especially at the Den. Despite Aldrich''s unbeaten home recordsting two years being broken at the start of this season, no one doubts that the Den has be a fortress.


    As the league standings stood, Millwall umted a total of 55 points, leading second-ce Manchester United by 18 points.


    *The Times*mented that the suspense around the Premier League title had faded. Having already imed the first half championship, Millwall could essentially crown themselves as champions of the Premier League early. The remaining tension in the league now focused on which teams would face relegation and who would battle for the second UEFA Champions League spot. It appeared that Manchester United, Liverpool, Newcastle, and Arsenal all had opportunities, while Hall and his team could sit back with their sses raised and watch the chaos unfold.


    Under pressure from European giants pursuing the financial interests of European tournaments, rumors circted that major clubs were plotting to establish a new top-tier European league to maximize profits. In response, UEFA decided to make concessions, initiating further reforms to the Champions League. Starting next season, not only would champions of various domestic leagues qualify for the Champions League, but also runners-up would secure entry based on their UEFA coefficient.


    Stimted by the financial stakes in Europeanpetitions and the maturation of broadcasting mechanisms, the arms race among Europe''s elite clubs intensified fromst summer and has continued unabated.


    In the summer, Manchester United and Barcelona were locked in a bidding war for Ronaldo, both offering $20 million. Ultimately, Ronaldo chose to join Barcelona. In the winter, rumors circted that Manchester United made another offer to Barcelona for the same amount��this time in pounds. Meanwhile, Serie A clubs such as Inter Mn and Lazio also began their pursuit of the star yer.


    The transfer market is full of dramatic twists. Had Manchester United been bolder six months ago and outbid Barcelona in personal terms, they might have secured Ronaldo��an oue that is hard to predict.


    The same issues arose during their pursuits of Larsson and Trezeguet. One cannot deny that in this era, while clubs invest heavily in the market, they also tend to be frugal, often considering factors such as wage structures and yer status.


    Aldrich spected that Ferguson''s repeated setbacks during this period led Manchester United to splurge in the following years, almost gambling on yer acquisitions. Although some exorbitantly priced signings ended up on their list of flops, many signings proved invaluable to Manchester United.


    This high-risk strategy was also emted by several clubs driven by greed, with varying degrees of sess; some thrived while others plunged into crippling debt.


    Millwall''s winter was anything but quiet, with European giants inquiring about the transfer prices of their core yers.


    The most sought-after were Nedved, Larsson, and Trezeguet, but others like Schneider, Stam, and Makelele also attracted interest. Even key substitutes like Back were linked to German clubs eager to bring him back home, though some offers left Aldrich feeling insulted.


    Bayern Munich made an offer of over ten million marks, which converted to less than one hundred fifty thousand pounds��Aldrich could hardly be bothered to respond. Not to mention the training costs, his investment in Back, including sries, bonuses, and other expenses, exceeded one hundred thousand pounds. Despite Back not possessing the extraordinary creativity of Pirlo, he wasparable in overall capability. While Pirlo had youth on his side, Back''s role in tactical adaptations was pivotal, and Aldrich had no intention of letting him go.


    As the new year approached, the once-bustling streets of East London quieted, yet the bars remained lively. Aldrich had be a hero in East London, with people of all ages treating him with warmth and respect.


    In the pub, he paid nothing; he didn''t even need his friend Sande to foot the bill. Any fan who spotted Aldrich would spontaneously buy him a drink.


    While shooting pool and enjoying a cigarette, Aldrich and Yvonne stood together, watching Brady''s performance as they chatted casually.


    "You''re graduating this year, right?"


    "Yeah, I''m currently job hunting."


    "Is it difficult?"


    "Not really. I already have a few job offers since I studied IT, and there''s high demand for that. Somepanies are just too far away, and others have inconvenient hours."


    "Wow, you have no work experience and no connections, yet you''re picky? To be at this point in your job search, you''re quite a rarity."


    Yvonne shot him an upward nce, pouting, "I''m just worried about not having time to watch the games."


    "Watching games is more important than working?"


    Aldrich couldn''t help but feel this kid had a tendency to be a little irresponsible.


    Yvonne feigned deep thought, furrowing her brow, "Yes, and I owe you thanks for that."


    "What do I have to do with it?"


    "Don''t you remember? We invested through your brother, and the capital was from you. As long as we spend frugally, not working is manageable."


    Aldrich turned to her, his expression slightly nk.


    Seeing his reaction, Yvonne nudged him with her elbow yfully, causing Aldrich to take a step back, rubbing his side with a wry smile, "I feel a strong sense of guilt."


    "Why?"


    "Because my good intentions might have turned my friends intozy ckers."


    Yvonne pushed him harder, a fierce light in her eyes, "You''re the one who''s a cker. Just wait��you''ll be in for a big surprise."


    Aldrich didn''t think much of what she meant by "surprise." He took a sip of his beer and leaned closer, whispering, "What about them?"


    Frankly, although Aldrich had known them for over a decade, his rtionship with them was still a bit distant.


    To put it simply, he worried that his family background and career achievements could create a gap between them.


    Yvonne knew exactly what Aldrich was asking. She replied calmly, "They set up a football-themed website."


    After a moment''s thought, Aldrich asked, "Where did they get the money to build a site and hire people?"


    "Their staff were ssmates I rmended. Their wages aren''t high. They''re doing well��it''s not just him; a lot of people here buy you drinks because they''re thanking you for helping them earn money."


    Aldrich was bewildered.


    Yvonne loved seeing his perplexed expression and couldn''t help but chuckle multiple times.


    In her mind, Aldrich had always been the serious,posed type, unafraid of anything, seemingly having everything figured out. Opportunities to see him look bewildered were rare.


    "What do you mean?"


    "Uh, it''s quite simple. Millwall wins, they profit. No one here is a professional gambler; they''re just happy to win enough for a meal. Over the past year, people have made quite a bit; before the new season started, many ced bets on Millwall to win the Premier League. The money will being in a few months, so buying you a drink isn''t a big deal."


    Aldrich''s expression transformed dramatically as he nced at the beer in his hand. It felt like everything had changed.


    He had thought he was simply being celebrated with free beer, but it turned out that many were grateful because he had turned Millwall into a cash cow.


    Of course, this was just a humorous take on a rxed mindset. In London, bettingpanies were ubiquitous, and the general public treated gambling quite rationally. When they went out shopping and had some spare change, they might casually stop by a betting shop to support their favorite team, treating it more as entertainment. Ordinary folks wouldn''t view it as a shortcut to wealth.


    Given that Hall''s family earned their fortune through betting, their mindset about it was bnced. Now that they had reached their current level of wealth, they remained distant from betting��once you get involved, it requires significantlyrger sums of money. Aldrich didn''t fully understand the behind-the-scenes operational models of that industry, but he was aware that bettingpanies, like other industries, had invisible hands. Furthermore, his status kept him from directly engaging in financial dealings with bettingpanies; while sponsorship fees were a separate discussion, cing bets with his own money could have various ramifications, even if regtions restricting industry personnel from engaging in betting hadn''t been introduced yet.


    "Hmm, a football-themed site sounds great. If it evolves into a portal site, venturing into football media could be a good move."


    Aldrich stated sincerely.


    At the moment, there was gold everywhere; it simply depended on whether one could seize opportunities.


    Maximizing potential meant bing wealthy was not an issue.


    Yvonne smiled yfully, eyeing Aldrich''s beer bottle and said, "Did you just think about tossing the beer bottle aside?"


    Aldrich scoffed, "That''s small-minded thinking."


    "Ha ha ha, so you admit it."


    The graceful girl''s beautiful smile was interrupted when a slightly tipsy patron stumbled past her, identally bumping into her. Yvonne leaned forward and nearly fell, but Aldrich quickly wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her.


    The passing patron, with bleary eyes, didn''t bother to look back, continuing on their way to the restroom.


    Aldrich noticed the sudden closeness and felt a wave of her enticing fragrance fill his senses.


    "Whoa, whoa��if you care about my girl, it doesn''t matter if you''re ck or white."


    This scene was witnessed by Brady and Fred, who both cheered on their friend in unison.


    Aldrich quickly released Yvonne and turned to Brady and Fred with a teasing grin, "When are you going to grow the hell up?"


    Yvonne watched as Aldrich walked over to join Fred for a game of pool, her heart inexplicably racing.


    ...


    After the New Year, Aldrich''s team immediately encountered a draw, halting their winning streak at 18 matches.


    Aldrich aimed to focus in the second half of the season on clinching two cup trophies��the FA Cup and the European Cup Winners'' Cup.


    If the approaching 15-point lead were to be overturned, Aldrich would have no excuses to offer.


    This year''s squad was significantly stronger, with many substitute yers performing better on the pitch, yet there was still room for improvement. Based on a sessful tactical foundation, even if these yers weren''t incredibly gifted, they were capable of ensuring stable results rather than catastrophic failures.


    However, two yers were causing Aldrich headaches: forwards Phillips and Tony, both of whom were considering leaving the club.

 Chapter 180: Millwall’s Trademark

    <h4>Chapter 180: Millwall''s Trademark</h4>


    The second match after the New Year was the FA Cup third round, where Millwall traveled to face lower-league team Welling. Thanks to goals from Van Nistelrooy and Gronkjaer, Millwall easily secured a victory and advanced to the next round.


    The next day upon returning to London, Phillips and Andrew went together to Aldrich''s office.


    Seeing the two arrive together, Aldrich immediately understood the reason for their visit.


    From the moment he joined the team, Phillips had been a substitute. Two and a half years had passed, and he was still just a benchwarmer, but he was only six months away from turning 24.


    In other teams, that might not be a big deal, but his skills had improved dramatically, and considering his age, he was older than many forwards in the squad. Yet, his ranking as a striker remained near the bottom.


    It wasn''t that Aldrich didn''t give him opportunities; rather, his performance on the pitch had been unsatisfactory. In the first season, Millwall yed a 4-4-2 formation, and he performed well as one of the two forwards. However, in thest season, Millwall switched between 4-4-2 and 4-2-3-1, and he remained just one of the forwards.


    Putting him in a lone striker position would require the entire tactical system to revolve around him. His teammates would have to create space through their movements while he would seize any chance to shoot as soon as he got the ball.


    This season, ying with a 4-3-3 setup, Aldrich had him try out as a winger, but the results were disappointing. Unlike Larsson and Shevchenko, who would make incisive runs after linking up, Phillips instinctively gravitated towards the center of the pitch, clogging up the space for the central striker.


    Was Phillips talented as a forward? Yes. Could he score? Yes!


    But he felt increasingly out of ce at Millwall.


    This was a typical example of a sh between team tactics and yer characteristics, independent of Phillips''s personal ability.


    Since he had fewer chances to get on the field, he worked hard in the reserve squad, scoring 23 goals in 12 games during the first half of the season. This performance caught the media''s attention: "Phillips is really wasting his talent at Millwall!"


    Phillips felt his situation was tough at Millwall, as the gap between him and his teammates widened. They seemed to be onpletely different wavelengths on the pitch.


    When his teammates worked hard to create opportunities, hoping he could link up or provide support, he instead chose to finish the attacks himself. His teammates, who were in better positions to score, felt helpless and, given his seniority in the team, could only swallow their frustration.


    Following his conversation with Andrew, Phillips chose to be straightforward with Aldrich.


    The atmosphere in the office was rtively cordial; Phillips had been brought back by Aldrich from a lower-tier league team, and he held a great deal of respect for the young manager. If Aldrich still had the magic to help him shine at Millwall, he definitely wouldn''t want to leave.


    However, Aldrich wasn''t a magician. Phillips came to the team at an age where his habits on the field are pretty set, and changing those habits would be tough. Trying to do so carried the risk of ruining his career. Aldrich had long regarded Phillips as a wildcard or utilized him during the development of younger yers, relying on him to lead the charge while keeping the team defensively solid. The results had been eptable.


    Faced with Phillips''s growing discontent, the two sidesmunicated calmly without falling out.


    Aldrich patiently analyzed Phillips''s ying style, discussing his positions on the pitch, the areas he posed the most threat from, and what tactical context he needed to excel.


    Phillips was more of a pure striker, simr to Owen, but such a straight shooter wasn''t the mainstream temte for future forwards in the football world. Therefore, in the traditional English 4-4-2, he was better suited as one of a pair of forwards��one tall and strong, the other agile��where he could y the killer role while relying on a teammate to draw attention.


    After Aldrich''s thorough analysis, he earnestly said to him, "Kevin, I understand if you want to leave. With your talent, you could definitely be a main striker at another club. Staying at Millwall could hinder your future. However, I hope you''ll heed my advice regarding your transfer. I can promise you, I won''t sell you to the highest bidder, but rather send you to the club that suits your career development best. I don''t want you to end up in a team that doesn''t allow you to shine and cause you to falter."


    Phillips was profoundly moved and nodded solemnly in agreement.


    Regardless of the circumstances, Aldrich''s actions were for his own good. As for the personal treatment after the transfer, that was Andrew''s job to negotiate, and the transfer fee had nothing to do with him.


    It seems like Aldrich is just meddling in things that aren''t his business.


    If a yer wants to transfer, so be it��what does it matter to him where they go?


    Besides, aiming for the highest transfer fee is clearly in the club''s best interests.


    Yet, Aldrich disagrees. He believes that every yer''s transfer affects him and Millwall significantly, and it''s certainly not just about the transfer fee involved.


    Last summer''s transfers of four yers showed that apart from Pires, who found himself in a difficult situation at Arsenal, the other three had performed well, directly impacting Millwall''s reputation; they were all yers who had left from Millwall.


    Tolan might already have made a name for himself in Ligue 1, but Solskjaer and Vieira''s sesses reflected Millwall''s nurturing influence.


    Aldrich needed to maintain an image of Millwall nurturing elite yers, and he needed a good reputation. Just like Ajax, people, when they hear that name, think not just of a top Dutch club, but also of a cradle for talents.


    Thus, he couldn''t focus solely on the transfer fees for each transfer; the continuation of the careers of the yers leaving was equally his concern.


    If Phillips''s performance declined after leaving, he would surely earn the "flop" tag; if he seeded, Millwall would benefit in terms of reputation.


    Phillips wouldn''t leave during the winter transfer window due to the squad''s depth needs. Moreover, he wanted to leave with a champion title, even if he wasn''t a starter. This season, Millwall waspeting on four fronts, and the match density was greater thanst season. In thetter half of the season, rotations would be more frequent, and he would have more opportunities to deal with injuries and suspensions.


    In contrast to Phillips, Tony found himself in a state of confusion, and Aldrich hoped he could remain patient.


    During training in preparation for the weekend league, Tony shared his concerns with Aldrich.


    He detailed his struggles and how, while he scored plenty in the youth and reserve teams, he hadn''t replicated that brilliance in the senior team.


    The crux of the issue was his fatal w: speed.


    Millwall''s attacks were fast-paced, with quick passes and movement. When he yed as a striker, if he pulled wide to support, he often found himself a beat slow in making his run into the box.


    He couldn''t match his teammates'' tempo. Unlike Larsson and Shevchenko, who could burst into the box like lightning, crucial passes arrived in an instant��Tony missed too many promising chances simply because he couldn''t keep up.


    He worked hard, and both coaches and teammates noticed, but speed wasn''t something that could be vastly improved just by diligent training.


    Fortunately, Tony is still under twenty, and Aldrich patiently tells him, "When your talent is holding you back, you need to work harder than others and think more while ying."


    Is he calling him stupid?


    Absolutely not. Aldrich borated, advising him to observe the game more calmly and use smarter positioning topensate for his speed weaknesses.


    yers who y with their heads have a brighter future. Some yers may have physical advantages but run around the pitch like headless chickens��covering a lot of ground, but most of it ends up being useless.


    Moreover, Tony''s physical attributes made him a powerful striker in the box. When Millwall faced tough matches, he would be crucial. However, that also posed a limitation; expecting him to drop back to disrupt opponent attacks or to push forward from the midfield to link up with teammates would be unrealistic. His role was simply to stay at the front, either to finish off the y or serve as a pivotal point.


    Tony epted Aldrich''s advice: first, to y smart, and second, to hone his technical skills.


    He has the ability to receive the ball in the box, but whether it''s shooting or creating chances, he still needs to improve his ball-handling skills.


    On the weekend, Millwall hosted an old rival, Liverpool, at The Den, a team that was seen as a push-over by the fans.


    In the year and a half, Aldrich had faced Liverpool four times, with three encounters in league matches and one in the FA Cup final, creating many delightful memories for Millwall fans; Liverpool''s history definitely included Millwall''s name.


    The painful memory of an 0:8 humiliation was still fresh. Just at the beginning of the new season, Millwall had inflicted a 4:2 defeat on them at Anfield, shattering their hopes for revenge.


    The outside world remains quite perplexed, even specting privately that Aldrich has a grudge against Liverpool. Millwall always seems particrly fired up when ying against Liverpool, and they manage to leave Liverpoolpletely bewildered.


    In reality, it wasrgely tactical. Aldrich was unperturbed when facing teams that aimed to attack head-on. Millwallpacted their formation when defending; transitioning to offense unleashed tremendous pressure forward. A single wave of attack could be devastatingly powerful. Liverpool attacks? No problem. When they pushed forward, the gaps at the back were Millwall''s pathways to victory.


    As the yers entered the pitch, a small disturbance urred.


    The yers stood ready to step onto the field through the tunnel when a dozen or so "toys" fell from above��male replicas of female intimate toys.


    The referee''s expression darkened, and the stadium staff immediately rushed over to pick it up, while also warning the fans sitting nearby. Of course, they couldn''t identify who had thrown it down.


    At the front, wearing the captain''s armband, Southgate reluctantly smiled, while his teammates curiously peeked around.


    Simultaneously, a resounding chant broke out from the stands.


    "Collimore! Can you still score today?"


    The expressions of Liverpool yers collectively turned grim.


    Redknapp, who had shed verbally with Aldrich at Anfield two years prior, could barely lift his head, while Liverpool had been beaten to a pulp by Millwall, rendering his father, old Red, inconspicuous in East London.


    As for the main character in this whirlwind, Cole, once hailed as a genius forward, had grown increasingly dispirited at Anfield. Off the pitch, however, he was still a man of distinction.


    He has had rtions with nuns twice in the convent and is addicted to group activities. Although unmarried, he participates in partner-swapping games. Meanwhile, he also goes live on television with adult film stars.


    The oddest part? He had openly sold these details to newspapers.


    People spected whether he was insane, or bluntly put, he seemed to be a degenerate.


    The Liverpool squad, fed up with their teammate''s irresponsible behavior, is buzzing with rumors that Collymore is on his way out of Anfield soon.


    As a person involved, Collymore has a bad temper. He even takes it out on his girlfriend, so when provoked, he storms out and starts shouting at the stands, only to be met with the outrageousughter of the fans.

 Chapter 181: Classical Wingers and. Modern Wingers

    <h4>Chapter 181: ssical Wingers and. Modern Wingers</h4>


    The jeers from the Millwall fans infuriated Collymore, making him feel like a crazed beast wanting to charge up to the stands and brawl with the fans.


    Head coach Evans had to rush over and grab him, pulling him into the yers'' tunnel to warn him to keep his cool.


    "Stan, if you''re a real man, calm down and go out there to fight back with your performance on the pitch! If you charge up to the stands now, you''ll only make yourself an even bigger joke!"


    ...


    The yers from both teams headed out onto the field, led by the referee.


    The Liverpool yers wore serious expressions.


    Just a season and a half ago, newly promoted Millwall hade to Anfield for their first encounter, and since that match, Liverpool had lost four straight games to Millwall, with the FA Cup final six months ago marking a humiliating defeat for them.


    Despite the off-field chaos in the personal lives of these talented yers, there was still a semnce of dignity. In the first meeting of the season, they had put on an impressive show at home. Yet, from apetitive standpoint, they still hadn''t found the key to curtailing Millwall''s attacking prowess.


    "Wee back to the Premier League! The uing match is the highlight fixture of this round, with Millwall hosting the Reds from Liverpool. If Liverpool wants to keep the title race alive, they must take down Millwall here. But over the past few seasons, Liverpool has shown intent topete for the title yet has faltered, repeatedly offering fans hope only to fade away halfway through the season. This year is no different��they not only sit 23 points behind Millwall but also have Arsenal, Newcastle, and Manchester United ahead of them, while Aston Vi and Chelsea chase them from behind. If they cannot make a mark in the second half of the season, Liverpool might find themselves missing out on Europeanpetition next season."


    "Martin, do you think Liverpool can escape with a win here? Given their record of three consecutive losses in the league against Millwall, most Liverpool fans seem pessimistic about this match."


    "Andy, I don''t think the match is over before it starts. In the first encounter this season, it was a thrilling match. If Liverpool hadn''t conceded two goals in thest ten minutes, they could have at least forced a draw against an unstoppable Millwall."


    ...


    Aldrich sat on the bench, studying the starting lineups of both teams. For Millwall, Back and Zambrotta continued to start, while Shevchenko was left out of the squad due to difort from training and was reced by Gronkjaer, who took the left wing, moving Larsson to the right.


    On the Liverpool side, most yers were familiar faces: goalkeeper James, defenders Jones and Scales were well-known, but their other center-back Phil Babb and left-back Dominic Matteo were new additions. Babb was a mainstay for the Irnd national team and had yed impressively two years ago when they caused an upset against Italy in the World Cup. Matteo was a product of Liverpool''s youth academy��Evans must have grown tired of Rudock''s poor performance, opting for his own youth product instead


    Today, Liverpool set up a five-man midfield. The wingers were familiar faces, McAtire and McManaman, with three midfielders: a defensive-minded Redknapp at the back, and forwards John Barnes and Czech yer Patrick Berger up front. Berger, who had arrived in Ennd alongside Poborsky in the summer, was spotted by top clubs after a ster performance in the Euros. Unlike Poborsky, who faced uncertain circumstances at Manchester United, Berger''s situation was slightly better.


    Collymore led the attack, while Fowler was sidelined with an injury.


    As soon as the match began, both teams opened up andunched counterattacks; the pace was exceptionally fast, with yers not dwelling on the ball for long. The game flowed smoothly.


    Benitez sat to Aldrich''s right, analyzing the match and jotting down notes before sharing his insights on the game''s dynamics.


    "Liverpool is focusing their attack down the middle, creating opportunities on the wings. Collymore is tasked with attracting defenders and providing support, with Barnes and Berger taking turns making threatening runs."


    Aldrich nodded, acknowledging this. Meanwhile, Jansen, sitting to his left, leaned in and said, "Liverpool is really going for broke in the attack today. Our defense is stronger than theirs, but their midfield is a weak point."


    "Not necessarily. They''ve brought in an extra man in midfield today. When defending, Barnes, Berger, and little Redknapp quickly fall back to form a barrier in front, transitioning from defense to attack through the wings. Compared to three months ago, their attack and defense transition has improved significantly."


    "Who among those three in midfield is particrly defensively strong, or even a specialist? None. Barnes transitioned from a forward to a midfielder; his defensive skills arecking. Berger is an attacking midfielder; his defense isn''t particrly impressive either. Little Redknapp is more about organization and coordination. While they might all be in position when defending, they don''t have the defensive prowess to solidify the backline."


    The two assistants shared their views closely by Aldrich''s ear, but he furrowed his brow and stood up, walking to the sidelines.


    Jansen and Benitez looked at each other, puzzled as Aldrich began to roar at the yers from the sideline.


    "Run! Give me three hundred percent effort! Do you really think Liverpool is a pushover?!"


    A camera captured Aldrich''s furious expressions, leading thementators to exim in surprise.


    "Why is Hall so angry at his team? It''s puzzling."


    "Clearly, he''s unhappy with the yers'' performances. Maybe he thinks they should have scored by now. Hahaha."


    As the head coach, Aldrich knew his yers best, just as they understood the messages conveyed in his words and actions.


    At first nce, Millwall''s yers on the pitch seemed tock intensity.


    It felt somewhat tepid.


    Having worked together for two and a half years, Aldrich was already intimately familiar with his yers. By observing their movements, he could tell if they were taking the match seriously.


    Perhaps their perfect record against Liverpool in their previous four encounters had led them to underestimate their opponents.


    On the field, the hardest-working yer was Gronkjaer, who rarely got a starting opportunity in such a high-profile match. The Danish winger put on an impressive disy along the left nk after receiving the ball.


    Aldrich began pacing the sidelines, maintaining a stoic expression, seemingly suppressing his anger.


    If the yers believed that having set an 18-match winning streak meant they''dfortably secure the league title this season and embark on a glorious career from that point onward, their thinking was juvenile.


    To reach the pinnacle, they needed to put in even more effort.


    To achieve greatness, they hadn''t even begun the journey!


    Southgate intercepted a through ball from Barnes to Collymore and quickly passed it back to the center, while maintaining hisposure.


    The Danish yer faced McAtire, who was tightly marking him. With a slight touch, Gronkjaer skillfully adjusted the ball''s direction and swiftly darted past McAtire. Thetter''s instinctive attempt to block the ball came toote, and Gronkjaer evaded him, taking the ball down the wing.


    Gronkjaer, speeding down the touchline, skillfully faked out Jones, who was defending him, before racing past him toward the byline.


    After beating two defenders, Gronkjaer ignited the crowd at Lion''s Den Stadium, but unfortunately, his subsequent cross sailed out of y beyond the far touchline.


    Trezeguet, making ate run into the box, lowered his head in frustration as he sprinted back, while Larsson at the far end could only turn and jog back, albeit giving Gronkjaer a thumbs-up in encouragement.


    After witnessing the previous cross, Aldrich leaned forward a bit and then straightened up, his expression reflecting a hint of disappointment.


    Gronkjaer��another yer causing him headaches.


    Fast and skilled at breaking through, his only shoringsy in delivery and finishing.


    Of the two, his crossing ability fared even worse.


    Historical data from thest two seasons showed that Gronkjaer averaged the highest number of sessful dribbles, despite relying heavily on explosive eleration and direction changes. Having a signature move isn''t necessarily bad; there''s not much difference in getting past a defender in one move versus three��only in the aesthetics of execution.


    However, alongside his impressive dribbling statistics, his crossing sess rate was woeful.


    Media often joked, saying: "Gronkjaer is Millwall''s master dribbler, and that''s it."


    From Aldrich''s perspective as head coach, how many yers he dribbled past didn''t matter. Even if he dazzled by beating seven or eight yers starting from the back, failing to score meant it was all inefficiency.


    Thus, his poor crossing significantly diminished the threat level posed by his breakthroughs.


    Aldrich turned to Muellensteen, who was seated next to Jansen, and asked, "Is Jesper''s technical training still focused on dribbling?"


    Muellensteen and Moniz provided additional skills training for many yers aside from regr practice.


    He replied, "Dribbling is the focus. Just look at his performance on the pitch; how much he has improvedpared to the game footage from the past two seasons!"


    Aldrich sighed, "But what happens after he dribbles past? His crosses don''t find anyone; his shotsck threat, leading to pathetic attacking efficiency on our left side."


    In general, attacking efficiency is primarily reflected in goals scored and the number of sessful shots on target.


    If there are no shots taken or if all shots go wide, failing to generate assists, then dribbling past opponents is pointless.


    Muellensteen recognized this and after some thought said, "Then we should focus on enhancing his crossing and shooting training?"


    Aldrich shook his head, "I can''t optimistically assume that he''ll master crossing, shooting, and dribbling perfectly. Instead of focusing more on his crossing and shooting, it would be better to emphasize shooting techniques involving ball control after dribbling. My wingers can afford to have poor crossing, but they must have scoring ability."


    After pondering for a moment, Muellensteen nodded, "Alright, I''ll research that based on his specific traits."


    Aldrich turned back to the sidelines, reiterating that his wingers might have a few shorings in crossing but absolutely must possess scoring capabilities, just like Shevchenko on the right wing, whose responsibilities included short passing and insertions to score, while the longer passes or crosses from the wing were entrusted to the ovepping full-back Schneider.


    He couldn''t expect every yer to be versatile; that''s unrealistic. Every yer has their limits regarding energy, time, and talent, thus, he needed to focus their training on their unique strengths.


    Gronkjaer''s style resembled that of a ssic winger, but Aldrich had to guide him away from traditional methods towards a modern interpretation of the position.

 Chapter 182: An Eye for an Eye

    <h4>Chapter 182: An Eye for an Eye</h4>


    The dialogue between strong teams is the focal point of tactical battles, as the overall strength of both sides is closely matched. Thus, the formations set out by the coaches be particrly interesting, directly impacting the oue of the match.


    Liverpool started today''s game with more intensity and seriousness than Millwall.


    You could see it in their running, aggressive pressing, and the positional connections among the yers.


    Both teams had almost identical attacking patterns, focusing on winning the midfield battles, quickly transitioning through the center, and then exploiting the opponent''s defensive gaps down the left nk.


    For Millwall, it was Gronkjaer, while Liverpool had McManaman.


    Roy Evans watched as Gronkjaer sped past the defenders with the ball, his heart racing as he thought, "Damn it, I''ve made a mistake!"


    Shevchenko''s sudden illness before the match forced Millwall to substitute him, and while Evans expected the left wing to be filled by Larsson, instead, he got an aggressive Danish yer.


    Gronkjaer was a yer who relied on his speed and explosiveness. He left everything on the pitch, and every time he dropped back to receive the ball along the nk, the entire stadium was electrified by his presence.


    Even though the fans were used to his poor crossing, they couldn''t help but rise to their feet and cheer for his lightning-fast dribbles and breakthroughs.


    This ssic winger style created a visually stunning spectacle.


    From the stands overlooking the entire field, spectators could clearly see that whenever Gronkjaer picked up the ball, he would make the Liverpool defense retreat quickly, giving the illusion that he was drawing the entire stadium to move horizontally.


    McAteer had no idea how many times Gronkjaer had already gotten past him. Frustrated, he attempted a foul, pushing Gronkjaer with his hands. Gronkjaer stumbled out of bounds but regained his bnce and continued sprinting, managing to control the ball just before it went out.


    Jones was also exasperated with this kid; before the match, Evans made it clear that they needed to cut off the winger''s inside runs, and he was following through with that.


    But this defensive strategy was aimed at Larsson, while the Dane before him opted not to cut inside. Like most wingers, he stayed wide, cutting to the byline to deliver crosses.


    Once again, Jones blocked the inside route effectively, and predictably, Gronkjaer took the ball down to the byline. As Jones turned to defend directly against him, Gronkjaer finally sent a decent cross into the area.


    Trezeguet went for a header at the near post, and James reacted swiftly, leaping to deflect the ball. It looked like it was going to the top corner but was batted away by James with one hand.


    The ball rebounded right in front of Jones, who used his foot to cushion it. Without waiting for it to settle, he unleashed a powerful kick forward.


    In midfield, Makelele kept an eye on Barnes ahead of him; Back had just pushed forward and hadn''t returned, and was rushing back to defend.


    Heading isn''t Makelele''s strong suit, and Barnes had already imed the position for the best angle.


    Makelele pointed to the other side where Bog was, evidently signaling for Back.


    Barnes flicked the ball with his head to Bog, who was right there. Back had almost gotten back, but in a rash decision, he stretched out a leg to intercept from behind, allowing Bog to elerate forward and easily shake him off.


    Makelele was utterly speechless, quickly retreating topress the attacking space, preventing the opponent from slipping through with short passes towards the goal.


    Back couldn''t hide his frustration, realizing he''d made a defensive error, and immediately turned to chase back.


    Bog took a couple of steps before passing to the left nk to McManaman. Meanwhile, Bog and Barnes quickly surged toward Millwall''s goal, drawing their defense''s attention along with Kolyma, who was also on the move to distract.


    After receiving the ball, McManaman surged forward. Having just experienced a counter-attack after their own attack had concluded, Larsson was still about ten meters away, leaving McManaman in a favorable one-on-one situation against Schneider. With a quick feint and change of direction, he bypassed Schneider. Looking at the situation inside the box, he opted for a knee-high cross, which was far more effective than Gronkjaer''s.


    It seemed like the pass was aimed at the front post, and Collymore was closely marked by Stam. His movement drew Stam into a deeper position, but the ball''s trajectory went behind them.


    Makelele chased back to try and intercept, but Barnes kept drawing his attention, so he couldn''t sprint fully. What they didn''t expect was that Liverpool had three yers converging on one point for the attack.


    Collymore provided the cover, with Barnes and Bogg positioned behind him. Southgate and Mak��l��l�� could only block the angles, but Bogg had the advantage and made a timely run into the box, unleashing a powerful strike. His foot made perfect contact with the ball, sending it flying toward the goal.


    Boot lowered his center of gravity, preparing to block the shot with his body. In an instant, all his movements were instinctive, and he thought the shot, while powerful, was at a manageable angle for him to stop.


    However, no one anticipated a deflection halfway through. Stam reflexively attempted to block it with his body, but the ball hit his outstretched calf and veered off course, heading straight into the far corner of the.


    Boot was left wide-eyed, while Stam gaped in disbelief.


    The stadium fell silent.


    "Goal! Stam deflected the ball into his own, though strictly speaking, this can''t be considered an own goal, as Bog''s shot was clearly on target. But if Stam hadn''t touched it, Boot would have had a good chance at a save. It''s unbelievable, Liverpool has taken the lead away from home!"


    "This perfectly illustrates how right Hall was to vent at his squad earlier. It feels like Millwall is missing something today��perhaps the control over the game? Or maybe the creativity in the midfield? On the surface, they don''t seem to hold a dominant position. Larsson has been silent, Trezeguet is just trying to cut in butcks support, and Nedved isn''t providing any spark in linking up the front line."


    "I think this is why Evans''s tactics are working today. It seems that against Millwall, Liverpool''s approach should be to reduce one forward, bolster midfield defense, and during counter-attacks, avoid blind long balls but instead transition quickly through the middle with ground passes. This method can find a way to counter Millwall effectively."


    After the goal, Bog jubntly dashed toward the sidelines, but he was first embraced by Kolyma. Then the other Liverpool teammates raced over, surrounding him in celebration, some roaring at the stands with expressions of triumph.


    As McManaman, Little Redknapp, and Barnes joined him, they were reminded of the shame they felt since their crushing 0-8 defeat six months ago, which had not only drawn criticism from fans but had left them embarrassed themselves. If they were to face any team in the Premier League that could stoke theirpetitive spirit right now, it would undoubtedly be Millwall, while their long-standing rivals, Manchester United and Everton, because of historical hatred, felt less intense inparison.


    Sincest season, Millwall had inflicted wounds on Liverpool, tearing apart their pride and superiority.


    Now, Liverpool''s yers were determined to repay Millwall for everything.


    So this goal sent them into a frenzy of excitement.


    "As he made his way back to the half, Collymore covertly shot a middle finger towards the bench of the home team."


    Aldrich didn''t see it; he was too busy cheering on his yers.


    However, some fans in the stands and people on the coaching staff noticed, leading to a chorus of boos erupting in the stadium. Coaches like Jensen rushed out in anger.


    "What the hell are you doing? You piece of trash!"


    "Jansen stormed onto the pitch, pointing angrily at Collymore''s face. Collymore stepped back, then raised his hand and pushed Jansen''s face away."


    "Aldrich was taken aback by Jansen''s move, and immediately dashed over, just in time to catch Collymore''s action. He stood between Jansen and Collymore and turned to the approaching referee, saying, ''Their yer provoked me and justid hands on me.''"


    The referee stepped in to separate the two sides, while the Liverpool yers quickly returned to their half since they were in the lead.


    Because Jensen had entered the pitch, the referee ruled that he was the initial provocateur. Once Aldrich understood the whole situation, he exined his reasoning to the referee: The opposing yer was the first to make an obscene gesture toward us.


    But the referee hadn''t seen it and, after discussing with the fourth official, showed Kolyma a yellow card before issuing Jensen a red, sending him off.


    Aldrich sighed in helplessness, lowering his head slightly before coolly addressing the referee: "You''re allowing a yer who made such a gesture to remain on the field? Is it a mere yellow card for flipping off the other coach? If that''s the case, I''ll have my yers each flip off Evans over there."


    The referee talked with Aldrich for a long time, but regardless of what Aldrich said, he just shook his head.


    In the end, whether Aldrich agreed or not, the referee warned him that if he incited his yers to make gestures that affected the match, not only would there be red card penalties, but there would also be a hearing from the disciplinarymittee awaiting him.


    Aldrich walked back to the coaching area, now crossing his arms.


    "He wouldn''t intentionally retaliate against Collymore with a middle finger; it wasn''t necessary. The other side was trash, did he really have to stoop to their level and get entangled with such scum?"


    But that didn''t mean Aldrich wasn''t angry. The only way to vent this frustration was to defeat Liverpool.


    Half an hour into the match, Liverpool had taken the lead.


    At this point, Aldrich had a clear understanding of Liverpool''s tactical setup.


    If they had a "second striker" behind their forwards, their tactics resembled those of an Italian single-wing system.


    Two nks, with one focused on defense and the other on attacking.


    McManaman on the left not only suppressed Schneider''s offensive contributions but also forced Larsson to drop back, reducing their attacking threat.


    McAteer on the right was supposed tobine with Jones to contain Larsson, but they instead encountered Gronkjaer, who was single-minded in cutting to the byline to cross, leading to no threat from Millwall''s left nk.


    In midfield, Back and Nedved were struggling against the opponent''s three midfielders. Their short passes were met with obstacles due to ack of width.


    Halftime was a suitable time for adjustments, but Millwall needed some changes as well. Their attack had its advantages; it was just terribly inefficient.


    Aldrich gestured to the yers on the pitch, and the attacking yers understood what he meant.


    With just over ten minutes left in the first half, Aldrich''s instructions were simple: elevate individual performance.

 Chapter 183: A Tactical Shift

    <h4>Chapter 183: A Tactical Shift</h4>


    After scoring, Liverpool maintained their momentum, executing their strategy with rity. They rapidly transitioned through the midfield,unching attacks down the left nk to exploit gaps in Millwall''s defense, followed by coordinated movements between midfield and attacking yers to prate the center.


    Millwall swiftly adjusted their tactics as well. Makelele moved to support Schneider, while Back restrained his runs, focusing instead on solidifying the defensive midfield and directly feeding the ball to Nedved ahead.


    This tactical switch was typical for Millwall: when in control, they employed a more aggressive 4-3-3 formation, but when facing a fierce onught, they shifted to a 4-2-3-1 setup, grounding themselves defensively and utilizing counterattacks once the opposition pushed forward.


    McManaman had a high sess rate in one-on-one situations against Schneider, but as Makelele drew nearer, Schneider could focus on defending the nk, making life difficult for McManaman, who struggled to deliver a quality cross, even having a low-driven attempt intercepted by Makelele in the final two minutes of the first half.


    At this juncture, Liverpool''s formation had pushed too far upfield. After stealing the ball, Makelele deftly chipped a pass into the attacking area. Nedved, receiving the ball near the center circle, quickly turned. Barnes and Bogg retreated from the back, but Nedved''s speed was undeniable as he surged forward with long strides.


    Little Redknapp, feeling the pressure, retreated step by step. He didn''t rush to challenge; instead, he aimed to form a defensive unit with the center-backs to counter the opponent''s attack.


    Trezeguet pulled out wide for a pass, and as Nedved approached the frontline, Little Redknapp finally prepared to close in. Nedved cut right, and Little Redknapp closely followed.


    Suddenly, a shadow darted on the right side, heightening Little Redknapp''s anxiety. He fixed his gaze on Nedved, who was the most dangerous yer on the field at that moment.


    Nedved and Larsson executed a quick ovep, momentarily freezing Little Redknapp in his tracks.


    "Where''s the ball?" he wondered.


    He abruptly turned and lunged toward Larsson.


    The crafty Czech yer!


    In that moment, as they crossed paths, Nedved''s ball seemed to vanish from sight. He didn''t make a passing motion; it was as if he deliberately ran past, leaving the ball behind for Larsson, who charged in from behind to take possession.


    Little Redknapp, caught off bnce, lost ground to Larsson, and as Larsson advanced toward the penalty area, Liverpool''s central defenders snapped into action. Skrtel rushed forward while Babb marked Trezeguet closely.


    Larsson found himself in a precarious position, surrounded by Skrtel ahead, Little Redknapp on his right, and Barnes and Bogg trailing behind.


    Yet the calm Swede threaded a pass between Skrtel and Babb with precision.


    Trezeguet hesitated at first, only starting to dart towards the after the ball passed him. Babb, stuck between pursuing the ball and marking his man, hesitated for half a second, slowing his response. Just behind him, Nedved, who had crossed paths with Larsson moments earlier, had circled back, darting into a space where he was unmarked, ready to receive Larsson''s incisive pass.


    Positioned at a 45-degree angle in front of the goal, Nedved met the ball with a sleek strike. James, rushing out, stretched to block, but as he turned to catch a glimpse, despair filled him.


    The roar of the Lion''s Den echoed through the stadium.


    Following his goal, Nedved raised a fist, celebrating towards the fans in the stands.


    "Millwall equalized just before the half, and this goal is crucial! The scorer is Nedved, and it''s a synchronized effort between him and Larsson."


    "The conversation shifts back to a critical discussion point: when Millwall''s wingers frequently cut inside, and attacking midfielder or ymaker Nedved transforms from a distributor to a finisher, his pration will catch defenders off guard. All it takes is another yer to deliver a lethal pass, and he has the ability to score. Liverpool is attacking, leaving Millwall space to exploit. How can such an attack be curtailed? Clearly, a single holding midfielder isn''t enough. Little Redknapp is making an effort, but his coverage isn''t extensive. You can''t fault him for abandoning Nedved to mark Larsson because that was his defensive responsibility."


    The first half quickly came to an end, and both teams retreated to the locker rooms.


    Odric stood in front of the tactical board with a cold expression when the yers entered the locker room.


    "Aldrich said sternly: ''At the outset, there were many reasons we ended up being passive. But the most crucial is that your attitude towards Liverpool was too dismissive. Perhaps winning against them thest four times made you think they weren''t a threat, but what''s the reality? They yed amendable 45 minutes with great positivity. You could have done better in creating chances, but your ownxity has cost you. David, especially you, tell me, can you give me a reason to continue trusting you in the second half?''"


    Trezeguet''s performance in the first half was below par, and his static positioning disappointed Odric, who needed forwards willing toe back for support and engage in defending.


    Odric wasn''t asking for forwards to sprint back to their own box, but their retreat should at least reach the center circle to disrupt the opponent''s midfield y and not amble back casually.


    Trezeguet hesitated, then finally eximed, "No problem, I''ll give it my all in the second half, boss. Just watch me."


    "He actually wanted to say that Gronkjaer, the left winger, was good at delivering crosses from the byline, and he was hoping to score a few goals himself while ying up front.


    But he was also puzzled; Gronkjaer''s crossing quality during training hadn''t been as poor as it was today."


    "Aldrich outlined some defensive pointers and then directly addressed Gronkjaer, drawing a trajectory on the tactical board. ''Jesper, for the second half, make sure you y like this. If you feel confident on the wing, go ahead and take on the defenders. When you''re around 5 to 10 meters from the edge of the penalty area, cut inside. Once you''re closer to the center, choose whether to pass or shoot based on your observations. If you pass, then after that, I want you to make a diagonal run into the gap in the defense. Got it?''"


    "Gronkjaer looked a bit uncertain. Aldrich had consistently taught that wingers should cut inside instead of just sticking to the line and sending in crosses. That was something full-backs could handle. Cutting inside posed a greater threat with the ball, and even diagonal runs off the ball could catch defenders'' eyes. Plus, once they shifted towards the center, a world of passing options opened up. There would be avable options in the middle, room for full-backs to make ovepping runs, and adjustments for the strikers. Clinging strictly to the wing left too few options, and it was easy to lose the ball that way."


    "If it weren''t for Liverpool packing the midfield with three yers today, making the central area feel so cramped, Gronkjaer wouldn''t have kept going to the wing. He clearly felt he couldn''t push into the middle, leading him to opt for a straight run instead."


    However, since the head coach pointed it out, he had to promise to fulfill the task set before him.


    As the second half resumed, Odric took his seat again, the score still level, but he decided to trust his yers.


    "Aldrich sternly warned them during halftime that if any yer isn''t giving their all in the second half, that yer will definitely miss out on being in the starting lineup for the next match."


    Liverpool''s yers remained highly motivated. For them, this match wasn''t just about securing three points; it was a matter of pride and revenge��a battle whose significance transcended mere victory or loss.


    Due to McManaman''s dominance on the left, Millwall''s right-side attack relied solely on Larsson, making his surging runs more difficult to execute and easier to mark. Conversely, Gronkjaer had confined himself to the left wing in the first half, leaving Zambrotta without the forward support he needed, resulting in a front line that felt stagnant and inefficient.


    The second half saw some changes; Gronkjaer easily outpaced McAteer and made sessful cuts. As he did so, Zambrotta, charging up the nk, attracted Jones''s attention. With forward movements from Larsson on the opposite side and Nedved providing support ahead while Back lurked behind, Millwall''s attack suddenly came alive.


    But the key remained in Gronkjaer decision-making and execution with the ball.


    "During the initial fifteen minutes, he tried a long-range shot after cutting inside, but it went wildly off target. Then he shifted to passing, and his effectiveness improved. When he passed and sliced into the space, he sessfully disrupted Liverpool''s defense. Nedved created chances for both Trezeguet and Larsson, but they couldn''t find the.Even Back came up to take a long shot, but his technique was off, and it veered off target by quite a bit."


    "Liverpool gradually felt the weight of being suppressed, and the yers appeared unwilling to ept it, thus sending more men forward during counterattacks. In the first half, right-back McCarthy recognized that he couldn''t contain Gronkjaer, so he opted to push forward and help increase the team''s attacking options.


    That attack ignited the scene; both teams were not clumsy kick-and-run sides, and the ball zipped across the pitch with remarkable speed. Almost ten seconds after one attack ended, the flow shifted as the other side surged forward.


    Barnes fired a long-range shot heading straight for the lower right corner of the goal, but Butt leapt and held the ball tightly, drawing apuse from the crowd.


    "Millwall''s new goalkeeper this season is quite reassuring. Although he''s young, he is more stable than Keller. Such crucial saves are what every strong team needs, and they affect the morale of both sides differently. Liverpool might be feeling very frustrated, while Millwall''s yers seem much calmer andposed."


    After making the save, Butt wasted no time, quickly getting up and throwing the ball to Zambrotta; he dared not pass it to Schneider, who had struggled throughout the match, often overwhelmed by McManaman. Thankfully, Schneider remained mentally intact, as evidenced by his expressions and actions during defensive ys; he was making an effort rather thanmitting reckless fouls.


    Zambrotta received the ball and passed it to Back, who sent it to the left, finding Gronkjaer advanced ahead.


    The pass appeared to be a tough one, with Gronkjaer and opponent Jones almost equidistant to the ball.


    But Gronkjaer was quicker; during the contest for possession, he managed to take control first and surged down the inner line, igniting a roar from the stands.


    With that burst of speed, Liverpool''s backline felt vulnerable again.


    Nedved maneuvered into open space, and Gronkjaer slid the ball across to him at the edge of the box. Nedved, facing the iing pass, deftly tapped it into the area, setting up a clear goal-scoring chance for Gronkjaer.


    However, Gronkjaer appeared to be caught up in the adrenaline of his speed; his shooting attempt felt forced, only nudging the ball with his toe. Aiming for the near post, the ball unexpectedly sailed towards the far corner instead.


    "James was taken aback, seeing the opponent seemingly ready to unleash a strong shot, only to find the ball casually floating off to the other side of the goal."


    Then came the thud!


    The ball struck the far post, and after Gronkjaer lost bnce tumbling outside the goal line, he stared in despair as it didn''t find its way into the. In the next heartbeat, the ball rebounded towards the penalty spot, where the alert Trezeguet arrived just in time. With a leap, he connected with the ball, deftly redirecting it into the goal.


    James was a step toote as he shouted angrily at his fellow defenders Babb and Skrtel.


    "How did you let him slip again?"


    "The two defenders looked a bit innocent; they weren''t afraid of the opponent linking up directly with Trezeguet. What really worried them was the sudden change in rhythm. Once Gronkjaer took the shot, everyone instinctively focused on the ball, which naturally created an opening."


    Trezeguet tugged at his shirt and charged towards the sidelines, gesturing to the grounded Gronkjaer with a smile and a wave.

 Chapter 184: A Classic Clash

    <h4>Chapter 184: A ssic sh</h4>


    Millwall has turned the score around! Gronkjaer''s shotcked a bit of luck, but after hitting the post, the savvy Trezeguet was quick to capitalize on the rebound. Gronkjaer''s performance in the second half has been much more threatening, and Hall''s adjustments during halftime proved effective.


    After the go-ahead goal, Aldrich stood up, a broad smile on his face as he pped for his team.


    Once he sat down, Ben��tez asked in confusion, "Why do you insist on having him cut inside? Isn''t it standard for wingers to stay wide?"


    Aldrich simply shook his head in silence, feeling that this question was difficult to exin in today''s football.


    In theing decade, many yers in various positions would fade away, often referred toter as "ssical" yers��ssical ymakers, ssical wingers, and so on. The term "ssical" implies the past rather than the present or future.


    The disappearance or sudden decline inpetitiveness of ssical yers is closely tied to the overall development of football, including the posture of team defense. For example, most teams today still prioritize pressing, which gives ssical wingers a fighting chance; they thrive against defenders who focus on aggressive tackles��if you dare to press me, I will break past you again and again without hesitation.


    Additionally, the growing emphasis on the defensive midfielder role,bined with powerful strikers needing support from the nks, further diminishes the role of traditional yers.


    Overmars, as an example, certainly possesses the skill to cut inside. However, the Nethends national team features several strong central strikers who depend on wing y and require low crosses delivered from the byline to create scoring opportunities.


    Over the next ten years, Spain produced wave after wave of outstanding wingers, yet they faced the harshest downturn. Whenever their world-ss duo of wingers shone brightly, they consistently fell short in international tournaments, eventually finding the national team door closing on ssical wingers. Even if they were called up, they often served merely as supplementary pieces rather than core tacticalponents.


    The disappearance of the ssic trequartista is fundamentally due to the fact that the static style of y does not align with the mainstream trends in European football.


    Returning to the pitch, after conceding the lead, Liverpool descended into a frenzy, resembling an enraged beast. The first seventy minutes had not worn them out; instead, they seemed to run with even more vigor.


    The fans in the stands held their breath, aware that it had been a long time since they felt this kind of pressure and tension at home. They feared that Liverpool could score at any moment.


    The relentless wave of Liverpool attacks relied on their teamwork and aggression, suffocating Millwall, leaving them gasping for breath.


    Aldrich felt a strange sense of delight watching the scene unfold. Today, he felt grateful towards Liverpool, but it was a sincere admiration. The pressure they were exerting on Millwall was something the team had never experienced, even against Manchester United. This pressure was greater than any they had witnessed, making it the highest intensity of running that Millwall had faced from any opponent.


    The overwhelming strain began to take its toll on the yers. Makelele even made a costly mistake during a tackle that almost allowed Little Redknapp to equalize with a long-range shot.


    Aldrich had to make a substitution; He signaled for Gattuso to warm on the sidelines and brought him on for Trezeguet with just 13 minutes left in the game to strengthen the defense.


    The formation shifted to 4-3-1-2. Makelele, Back, and Gattuso took on the responsibility of front-line interceptions, with Nedved linking y from midfield.


    As the match dwindled to under ten minutes, Liverpool threw everything they had at Millwall, moving rapidly to receive the ball and reim possession immediately after losing it. The sight of those red shirts charging like a pack of wolves toward the Millwall yers made Aldrich see the iron-willed Red Army in action!


    Yet, Millwall limited Liverpool''s attacking space. Makelele focused on interceptions, Back squeezed any openings, and Gattuso swept across the field effectively, creating significant problems for Liverpool''s attacking organization.


    Though Little Redknapp''s passing was precise, he didn''t stand out in terms of creativity. yers like him are often praised in ordinary circumstances, yet whenpared to top-tier ymakers, the difference is ring. urate passing is basic; the artistry lies in knowing when to pass, where to pass, and how to use that pass to break the defense.


    As the attacking space squeezed, Barnes also struggled to find an outlet. Surrounded by defenders, he hesitated to pass to ovepping full-backs and opted to dribble instead, skillfully deceiving Gattuso. But just as he elerated, Makelele came in from the side, cleanly sweeping the ball away from Barnes and sending it out to the right.


    Barnes dashed toward the left side where Schneider, despite his poor form throughout the match, remained calm enough to deliver an exquisite diagonal long pass straight into the forward line, drawing cheers from the crowd.


    All eyes shifted to Millwall''s half as Gronkjaer sprinted over the halfway line. He gathered the ball, took a couple of touches, and noticed Liverpool''s back line was vulnerable, with only two center-backs in position. Babb began to retreat, yet Skrtel made a bizarre decision to step forward to press Gronkjaer.


    This time, Gronkjaer chose not to attack directly; instead, he spotted the vast space in the center. Nedved was making a run alongside him as Gronkjaer yed a diagonal pass into the middle. Nedved received the ball and took a few steps forward before easily threading it through to Larsson, who was dangerously open. Babb would have needed wings to catch up!


    Larsson took a touch into the area. James stepped forward but only got an eyeful of Larsson''s well-ced shot. The ball arched effortlessly, introducing a twist to the rhythm of the high-energy game.


    The crowd watched in awe at the beautiful arc, as if they had been granted a momentary reprieve from the intense atmosphere.


    James looked back just in time to see the ball skim under the crossbar and into the. The magical rainbow had sailed over him,pelling him to bend over and sigh in resignation.


    "What a stunning goal! Larsson has sealed the game at 3-1 with under three minutes remaining. For Liverpool, escaping the Lion''s Den now seems almost impossible!"


    Liverpool''s yers stared at their opponents celebrating near the corner g, bewildered.


    "We''ve been around longer than them and, on paper, our strength should overshadow Millwall''s yers."


    So why were Millwall ying with such control? Their attacks flowed seamlessly, and their transitions from defense to offense appeared effortless.


    In thest three minutes, Aldrich again used a substitution to waste time. Gronkjaer left the field to apuse from the fans.


    His performance today had been eye-catching, yet in terms of efficiency, it had been dismal. His passing and crossing sess rates had been rming low. However, he made the right choices when it counted, showing his growth.


    Liverpool poured everyst ounce of energy into the match but couldn''t change the scoreline. At the final whistle, Aldrich took the initiative to apud. Today''s Liverpool deserved respect; they had at least begun to limit Millwall''s effectiveness. However, their yerscked the attributes to make that tactical approach wless. If only one of their midfielders had been a dedicated defensive midfielder, the bnce of their attack and defense would have surely benefited.


    Millwall, too, was growing. Once this batch of yers became adept at tactical shifts, their individual abilities would y a key role in determining matches.


    The crowd rose to their feet, apuding both teams. Although the Lion''s Den fans exuded a victorious mindset, they were still generous in their appreciation of such a fierce contest.


    Aldrich met with Evans, and after a handshake, they exchanged a few more words.


    Evans apologized for Collymore disrespectful gesture, and Aldrich graciously epted his apology,mending Liverpool for their performance that day. They then departed from the pitch.


    Since it had been a sh of titans, especially with Millwall holding a high position in the Premier League table, the post-match proceedings were more than just simple mixed-zone interviews; a press conference awaited.


    While the yers headed for mixed-zone interviews with the media, Aldrich faced a throng of reporters.


    Most journalists spected that, given Millwall''s victory today, especially in light of the Collymore incident and Jensen''s red card, Aldrich would unleash his frustration on Liverpool.


    However, when asked for his thoughts on Liverpool''s performance, Aldrich surprised everyone.


    "Today''s Liverpool was one of the strongest teams Millwall has faced in thest two years. Although they lost the match, they didn''t lose their spirit or momentum. If they can maintain this level of y, they will end the season with a respectable league position and bepetitive in the future. Conversely, I believe our yers were a bitckadaisical at the start of the game, showing insufficient focus and respect for our opponents; this put us on the back foot right from the start and resulted in an early goal against us. Thankfully, they adjusted quickly, and while I''m pleased we turned it around and won, I hope we don''t have to rely on falling behind to re-energize ourselves in the future."


    The reporters pressed with further questions, eager to hear Aldrich criticize Liverpool.


    Yet Aldrich''s demeanor was notably different; rather than ridiculing Liverpool as he had in the past, he offered high praise for the yers. Even Little Redknapp, who had his shorings, drew respect in terms of his effort and focus during the match.


    "Did you see what Collymore did?"


    The discussion inevitably turned to the controversial figure from the match.


    Aldrich lightly brushed it off. "I didn''t see it; someone just told me about it. Honestly, I don''t really care. Even if it was directed at me, he seems to have forgotten that when he did that, he was wearing a red jersey with the badge of a club recognized in Ennd, Europe, and across the world. Only those with distorted values would think such actions are cool. Is he insulting me? Is he insulting Millwall? Haha, I think he turned himself into a clown. He''s the one bringing shame to Liverpool, not Millwall. When we want to humiliate an opponent, we do it through victory. A resounding win is the way to make sure they remember us. That''s the correct way to express oneself on the football pitch."


    Aldrich had aid-back perspective on such matters. People who dislike him would find various ways to insult him; should he get worked up because a yer gestures inappropriately on the pitch?


    When ying away from home, the sheer quantity of vulgar gestures from countless fans would have a much stronger impact than one individual''s gesture,pounded by the stream of insults raining down from the stands. If you can''t handle that, perhaps you shouldn''t be a head coach in the first ce.


    The psychology in the football world can be strange; if you fail, peopleugh at you, seed, and some will hate you, be mediocre, and you''ll still face criticism.


    Millwall''s rise was already ample reason for resentment.


    In a world where the spotlight shines brightly, no team is universally liked.

 Chapter 185: Cradle of Superstars

    <h4>Chapter 185: Cradle of Superstars</h4>


    The match between Millwall and Liverpool came to an end, with Millwall increasing their points advantage over Manchester United to twenty.


    Ferguson''s team began to revive after the first half of the season, breaking free from the impact of Europeanpetitions. However, their numerous draws and consecutive losses,bined with a defeat in direct confrontation with Millwall, left the Red Devils feeling powerless in their pursuit of the leaders.


    The Scottish manager publicly dered the end of Manchester United''s title defense, congratting Millwall in advance for winning the league championship.


    With those words, Millwall was elevated to a higher pedestal, bing the focal point of the Premier League discussions.


    In reality, it was a backhandedpliment.


    On one hand, it made Millwall''s yers a bit cocky; on the other, it hinted to other teams that they were up against the champions and encouraged them to bring their A-game.


    Aldrich didn''t care much about this. No matter how many reporters asked him, he had the same response: as long as Manchester United performed consistently well, they would remain title contenders.


    As the sun set, Aldrich drove home, stopping by a supermarket to pick up some ingredients. Upon returning home and parking in the garage, he grabbed the shopping bags and reached for his keys to unlock the front door.


    Just then, a honk came from behind. He turned around, unable to suppress a smile.


    There stood Ronaldinho, dressed in a shy ck jacket and tight jeans, wearing a motorcycle helmet. At that moment, he lifted the visor and gave Aldrich a thumbs-up, shouting in fluent English, "Boss, today was fantastic!"


    "Mr. Hall, keep it up! Can I get your autograph another day?" Another voice called out from behind, a slightly older girl holding onto Ronaldinho''s waist.


    Aldrich chuckled, "What are you two up to sote?"


    Ronaldinho replied, "We''re going out to eat, celebrating our win against Liverpool. Are youing, boss?"


    Aldrich felt it was a bit odd. You''re just a youth yer and haven''t even yed a match for Millwall''s first team yet, and you want to celebrate a win?


    He waved his hand dismissively, "No thanks, you guys go ahead. Juste back early and don''t drink too much."


    "Don''t worry, boss. I''ll definitely be back tonight."


    Saying that, Ronaldinho lowered his helmet visor, revved the motorcycle, and waved goodbye to Aldrich.


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, sighed in resignation, and stepped inside the house.


    Ronaldinho had grown considerably stronger sincest year, thanks to Millwall''s training system. He also worked hard to learn English, showing a remarkable ability to integrate into the environment from his very first day here.


    He had to learn English; about two months ago, during dinner at Aldrich''s home, Ronaldinho candidly admitted, "If I don''t learn English, dating will be a big problem!"


    The girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle was a university student he recently met, who was a fan hearing Ronaldinho''s stories. They hit it off immediately.


    Aldrich didn''t have much to say about it; he just reminded Ronaldinho not to let it interfere with his training. Ronaldinho understood that his future depended on ying football, so he responsibly assured Aldrich that he would prioritize it.


    After all, he was sixteen. In the UK, that counted as an adult��it was natural for a young man to have a girlfriend. Aldrich preferred to see his yers having stable rtionships instead of chasing after every attractive girl in the area, and that was the real problem.


    As long as their private lives didn''t interfere with their work or the club''s image, Aldrich had no interest in asking about their personal matters.


    However, as the head coach, he hoped his yers would settle down early; it would help them grow into more responsible men, allowing them to focus on their careers rather than on chasing after women.


    yers like Nedved, Larsson, Southgate, and Schneider were examples of this; they started families early, with some even having children. This allowed them to concentrate more on their careers as their strong sense of family responsibility kept them away from excessive socializing.


    After preparing dinner at home, Aldrich took a shower and then retreated to his study to continue working.


    Recently, he waspiling a document outlining his training philosophy. He wanted to organize Millwall''s training system and youth training approach so that everyone involved in the club could have a clear understanding.


    In Europe, coaching evaluations are very strict, yet there remains a disparity in coaching levels and differing philosophies. For Millwall to emphasize youth training, they had to ensure a unified training ideology from all youth levels so that everyone involved in coaching yers could work in sync.


    Many sessful youth academies operate this way, like Ajax, demonstrating one of the strengths of the European youth training framework. It''s not solely reliant on the experiences of coaches; thus, many who never yed professionally or had limited careers can seed, while many former star yers struggle as coaches because they rely too much on their ying experiences while neglecting management. Their outdated tactical thinking often falls out of sync with the current game.


    Overall, Millwall''s youth training philosophy is to focus on tactical and technical training when yers are young while emphasizing physical training in their teenage years. After a yer turns 23, their technical development is usually more or less set. If they can''t perform certain technical movements fluidly at 23, it''s unlikely they''ll show significant improvementter on. Therefore, the focus on physical training will gradually increase in the mid-20s.


    Many talented technical yers have short peak periods, often because they underestimated the need for physical conditioning. They tend to be overly confident in their skills and get too caught up with technical shy moves, which can result in injuries during more intense contests.


    Moreover, technical skills depend on physical attributes. Even something as simple as sudden stops or sharp turns requires flexibility, agility, and the body''s ability to bear the strain. If a yercks physical conditioning, a sudden twist could lead to an injury.


    The following day, while the first team had a day off, the other yers returned to training, and some vacationing yers chose to do extra practice. For instance, Schneider, who had just been humiliated in yesterday''s match, specifically came back to meet Meulensteen. They repeatedly watched game footage in the meeting room, with Meulensteen highlighting Schneider''s mistakes where he had been outmaneuvered by McManaman.


    This issue boiled down to pure defensive technical ability. Schneider didn''t lose in speed to McManaman, nor did heg behind physically, so the problemy in his technical execution and defensive experience.


    Aldrich made a trip to the youth teams to discuss the ns for youth development with Nagy.


    He prepared to further expand the youth teams this summer to include younger age groups.


    "But we clearly don''t have enough coaches," Nagy remarked.


    Although he agreed with Aldrich''s n, he knew that Rome wasn''t built in a day.


    "The practical issue is that I still need to exin the team''s tactical philosophy to each of the youth coaches. While we want our young yers to be as free as possible on the pitch, they still need to follow tactical frameworks within dynamic team strategies. We need to hire coaches and ensure they first learn our training principles, which can''t happen overnight."


    Aldrich understood Nagy''s difficulties. Standing in the office at the youth training center, he overlooked multiple training grounds from the floor-to-ceiling windows. About six teams were training on the fields, divided by different age groups. However, due to the previous low hiring standards for the club, out of the seventy or eighty young yers, only a handful were the ones Aldrich had specifically recruited for the first team; the rest were merely filling spots.


    "How many yers will leave this summer?" Aldrich asked casually, not bothering to look away.


    Among the youth squad, only yers like Vi, the two Cole brothers, and Ronaldinho had contracts that Aldrich managed personally. The others were on year-to-year contracts, and many yers at the age of transition would depart for other opportunities, or step away from football entirely each summer.


    Nagy picked up a file with information about the youth squad and flipped through it. After calcting, he said, "Nine yers won''t be offered new contracts this summer."


    "How old are they?"


    "The youngest is 17, and the oldest is..."


    "Offer them a new contract to be coaches. Those who are interested can stay. The club can help them bnce work with further education."


    Nagy''s eyes lit up, "That''s a great idea!"


    This could eliminate a lot of hassle. The yers who had been trained at Millwall more deeply understood the team''s training system and philosophy, allowing for a seamless transition as they would only need to enhance their professional knowledge to start working.


    And this wasn''t about making them head coaches either; coaching licenses in Ennd carry high requirements, and unless someone has spent three to five years qualifying, it''s practically impossible. Aldrich himself took four and a half years toplete various exams and gradually advance up the ranks.


    Of course, regr coaches still needed professional qualifications, but the Football Association didn''t enforce strict regtions in this area. However, this does affect the club''s reputation. Whether you train yers with professionals or amateurs directly impacts whether young athletes want to enroll in your academy.


    If someone is looking to make it to the first team, they must first hold a higher-level coaching certificate. Coaches like Jensen, Craig, and Ben��tez had already passed all their professional assessments long ago.


    "Aren''t we building a new stadium? You''re nning to expand the youth training center this summer? I feel our first team is a bit thin, especially in the forward position. If both Larsson and Shevchenko get injured simultaneously, you won''t even have two substitutes to rely on."


    Nagy''s words made Aldrich''s expression turn serious. He shook his head, "But we can''tpete with the wealthy teams. Thepetition in the transfer market is bing increasingly fierce. We''re in a phase of rising football intion, where clubs are eyeing yers not just from big teams but also from first-tier clubs. We can only snag some promising prospects and unfinished products. The key is that I want Millwall to establish a strong youth training reputation, so that in the future, not only will we source talent, but talent will alsoe to us."


    Nagy stood beside Aldrich, looking down at the hardworking young yers on the training field. He smiled and said, "While this path is risky, I support your determination. It''s this resolve that will make our sess all the more glorious."


    Aldrich nodded, his gaze bing sharper.


    This summer, financial gains will significantly increase; he was ready to start a new wave of expansion, aiming to make Millwall a "cradle of stars" recognized in history!

 Chapter 186: The Dilemma of the Arsenal Rebuilder

    <h4>Chapter 186: The Dilemma of the Arsenal Rebuilder</h4>


    Who is the biggest star of Millwall?


    Even when Aldrich faces the public, he always attributes the team''s achievements to the yers, yet all the fans who love Millwall believe that the most important person in the team is undoubtedly this young coach.


    This perception likely rtes to the rebuilding strategy the team began two and a half years ago. Millwall never signed big-name superstars��not that they had the allure��but under Aldrich''s careful guidance, the team became a constetion of talent. yers from different countries came together to y a fluid, beautiful style of football.


    Aldrich almost every month has to tirelessly decline a series of advertising andmercial contracts.


    Luxury goods, fashion brands, high-end cars, watches, and electronics��Aldrich''s loyalty to Armani far exceeded the expectations of thepanies that sought to partner with him.


    In truth, Aldrich simply didn''t want to appear excessively inmercial promotions. How could he indulge in such things when his major goal had yet to be achieved?


    Even the Armani contract left Aldridge feeling some regret. However, he believed it was necessary for the job and there was nothing wrong with dressing appropriately. However, what followed was persuasion from advertisers: "Brother, you can wear a brand-name watch, our brand of leather shoes, a belt, a tie, or even sses!"


    Aldrich turned down everything. At least for now, he felt he should focus all his attention on the pitch without diverting his yers'' thoughts elsewhere.


    If he started wearing all those branded endorsements, his yers might follow suit. In that case, he''d lose any authority to lecture them.


    However, he didn''t oppose his yers taking advertising contracts��as long as they adhered to team discipline, didn''t show upte for training, orck seriousness in practice. If the yers earned some off-field revenue through their on-field sesses, that was something the club weed. For instance, Larsson, Nedved, and Schneider garnered interest from advertisers in their countries, and theirmercial influence would partially reflect on Millwall.


    Aldrich''s poprity overshadowed the yers'', partly due to his rtionship with a pop star girlfriend.


    The Spice Girls had taken Europe by storm and were poised to break into the North American market. Wherever they went, they sparked entertainment frenzy. In such a backdrop, any mention of Aldrich during Mni''s interviews or performances would catapult both their recognitions. This mutual influence echoed the phenomenon of Victoria and David Beckham, especially after Beckham received a promotion from Ennd''s manager Hoddle and became a newly minted Ennd international. Since Victoria and Mnie were in the same group, and both Aldrich and Beckham were in the Premier League, although the four didn''t appear together publicly, the subtle connections produced an explosive effect that undeniably boosted their poprity.


    Yet Aldrich remained unfazed by things outside football, declining all entertainment interviews. When he appeared at press conferences, he answered any non-football-rted questions with silence, resulting in fewer and fewer topics generated by him and Mnie, while stories about Beckham and Victoria began to proliferate.


    Compared to Aldrich''s rising fortunes, the next game for Millwall was a rescheduled match against Arsenal, whose manager was having a rough time in London.


    Previously, due to cuppetitionmitments, a local derby match for Millwall was postponed, and their opponents were North London neighbors, Arsenal.


    The rescheduled match was set for a Wednesday evening, and Aldrich attended the press conference the previous evening. After concluding a training session with the yers, he held a pre-match meeting in the hotel''s tactical conference room. He arrived on-site still dressed in a blue tracksuit, without changing.


    Now, every Millwall press conference sees a packed room, attracting even more attention than Manchester United, at least in the context of the Premier League.


    After sitting down and taking a sip of water to clear his throat��having spoken extensively about the uing match against Arsenal in the meeting��Aldrich made it clear he valued this particr rescheduled fixture. Unlike other teams whose main tactics remained unchanged with yer rotations, Arsenal was the only team whose core structure had not shifted much but whose ying style had undergone a revolutionary transformation. Therefore, he needed his yers to recognize that Arsenal was no longer just the "boring Arsenal" of yesteryears.


    As the reporters watched with keen interest, one raised their hand to pose a question after Aldrich finished his water.


    Steve Howard, a columnist from The Sun known for stirring up eye-catching topics, interjected, "Mr. Hall, what are your thoughts on reys for draws in the FA Cup? Have you considered suggesting reforms to the FA?"


    His fellow journalists smiled knowingly at the question.


    Aldrich sighed lightly and replied, "If you''re here today to mock Ars��ne Wenger, then this press conference is over. I''m not interested inmenting on the observations of my colleagues; I respect every manager''s right to express their opinions, after all."


    Steve Howard shrugged, unamused, and didn''t press further.


    Wenger recently became the center of attention in the Premier League news as heined about the scheduling and criticized the FA Cup''s policy of requiring a rey for drawn matches. This made him the target of criticism, with Ferguson ruthlessly mocking him, suggesting that as an outsider, he had barely settled in before criticizing the traditions here.


    The relentless pressure from the media made Wenger acutely aware of how tricky the British press could be. Under such stress, he naturally became more cautious with his words and actions, and this excessive caution ended up annoying those around Fleet Street.


    David Miller, a more serious journalist from The Times, was present not for gossip but to gain Aldrich''s insights. He raised his hand calmly and asked, "Mr. Hall, I''ve heard your private rtionship with Wenger is good? Didn''t you vacation together in France over the summer?"


    His wording seemed to create some ambiguity. What did he mean about Aldrich vacationing with Wenger?


    Other journalists chuckled at the unintentional humor.


    Aldrich nodded, saying, "Yes, I went to France this summer. However, while there, I was introduced to many excellent coaches who work in France through Mr. Wenger. We watched matches together and discussed football. I don''t see why you should be grinning at that."


    David Miller cast a disapproving nce at some of the tabloid colleagues. He wanted real football news, not sensational gossip. He continued, "In that case, based on what you know of Wenger, could you offer an objective evaluation of him?"


    Aldrich rubbed his nose and chuckled, "Evaluation? What right do I have to judge others? He is a senior figure in our profession; it would be impolite for me toment on him. However, I can share a few facts: ten years ago, Graham took over at Arsenal. During that time, while the club enjoyed a period of sess, how did the fans perceive Arsenal? A library. Wenger transformed Arsenal''s style within a month: emphasizing European-style, ground-based passing football. He revamped the training and management, renewing the team''s spirit. Once stagnant, they now y dynamic and aesthetically pleasing football. Wenger is a coach with a profound football knowledge. Did you know he studied and experimented with football ideology for 25 years and found sess in Monaco? I don''t think anyone in Ennd is qualified to critique him."


    The reporters exchanged nces, sensing something peculiar in Aldrich''s words, as if they were experiencing auditory illusions.


    David Miller nodded thoughtfully; he seemed satisfied with Aldrich''s remarks. However, Richard, sitting at the back as a reporter for the Daily Mail, furrowed his brow and asked, "Mr. Hall, given your high praise for Wenger��you mean admiration, right? That''s how I interpret it��have you considered that he is your rival, managing a team called Arsenal, Millwall''s derby opponent? You shouldn''t be swayed by your personal rtionship."


    Aldrich remained calm as he stated, "I''m saying this precisely because my judgment is not swayed by personal rtionships. Arsenal has started its rebuild and will soon find itself back in the championship race. If my yers and I don''t recognize Arsenal''s potential and developments, we could very well suffer the consequences of taking them lightly. I prefer to be straightforward; I only speak the truth, and every word I''ve said about Arsenal is made from an objective perspective."


    "Championship contenders? This season?" a reporter from The Star interjected.


    How far off were Arsenal from Millwall? Nearly a 30-point gap!


    Unless Millwall lost all their remaining games, Arsenal had no chance of winning the title.


    Aldrich scratched his head and smiled, "This season, Arsenal is certainly out of the title race. Even if Millwall were to relinquish the top spot, neither Manchester United nor Newcastle would agree, and Liverpool definitely won''t. However, Arsenal still has the FA Cup to aim for. They are a strong team. Just look at theirplete backline and midfield, with key yers like Bergkamp and Wright up front, plus Vieira and Pires brought in over the summer and Henri recently joining. Arsenal''s squad is well-structured andys a solid foundation for the future."


    "Let''s talk about Millwall. With such a significant lead in the league, will the team''s focus shift in theing months? For instance, defending the FA Cup or going for glory in the European Cup Winners'' Cup?"


    "I think the only thing Millwallcks is experience. Our squad is very young. Although many yers are at their peak age, like Larsson, Nedved, and Southgate, we''re still overall quite young. So, putting pressure and responsibility on these yers will be heavy. I hope they can set examples for the younger yers and help them grow, which is the most important thing. In theing months, I''ll be trying to give more young yers opportunities. As for trophies, we''ll take it one step at a time. We''ve just entered the quarterfinals of the European Cup Winners'' Cup; before thinking about the final, we first need to defeat the strong Norwegian team, Brann, in two months. As for the FA Cup, of course, we''ll do our best, but losing doesn''t mean we didn''t give our all, because sometimes the cost of losing is that my yers gain experience and improve throughpetitive matches, which is a necessary path in the long-term construction of the club."

 Chapter 187: Rivalry Between Old Friends

    <h4>Chapter 187: Rivalry Between Old Friends</h4>


    Since arriving in Ennd, Wenger had faced istion and criticism from the media and his peers. Many perceived his elegance as a form of entricity, making him stand out even among the Premier League managers. Outsiders interpreted his uniqueness as a deration of his individuality, which naturally attracted scrutiny and disdain.


    At the Lion''s Den Stadium, Wenger met Aldrich once again, the two old friends reuniting on the battlefield. As the match approached, Aldrich was used to appearing at the sidelines well before kickoff, especially for home games. He would often first head to the VIP box to chat with Pusk��s, Arthur, and Yvonne, or exchange a few words with the journalists in the press box.


    With five minutes to go before the match started, Aldrich walked down from the stands. When he passed by the away team''s bench, he saw Wenger standing up, and they exchanged brief pleasantries.


    "Life in London is harder than I imagined," Wenger sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice.


    Aldrich smiled and replied, "Yeah, there are many enemies for the head coach here, and the media and public are a big part of that."


    Wenger furrowed his brows, saying, "Why does it seem like everyone is against me? It''s quite strange."


    "It is what it is; in this environment, there are deep-rooted forces that want outsiders to conform to their traditions. If you don''t y along, you''ll be the target."


    "My job is to lead the team to victory, not to have drinks and chats with other coaches. Are you inviting me to hang out after the match?"


    "I would, but I can understand if you don''t want toe."


    "Let''s skip it then."


    Aldrich and Wenger patted each other on the arms before returning to their respective coaching areas.


    "Tonight, traditional powerhouse Arsenal is visiting the Lion''s Den Stadium to take on league leaders Millwall. If we could turn back time, I doubt anyone would believe the current gap on the points table between Millwall and Arsenal. Even if someone did, they would certainly think Arsenal was ahead. But reality is cruel; Millwall might im the Premier League title six to eight rounds early this season, as long as they maintain their outstanding performance."


    "Hall has taken the lessons fromst season''s championship challenges to heart. This year, he''s given young yers more opportunities in cup matches while his stable starting lineup goes all out in the league. This starting formation has appeared in 22 Premier League matches, achieving an impressive record of wins and draws. The quartet of Nedved, Larsson, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko has earned the nickname ''The Fantastic Four.'' When they are on the field together, Millwall''s attacking disy is almost magical. However, I believe the key yer is the Italian guy behind Nedved, Pirlo. His presence significantly impacts Millwall''s attacking efficiency. Back and Lampard can''t rece his role in the offense, although thetter two contribute more defensively, which is evident."


    "Arsenal''s ranking hasn''t changed much fromst year; they remain in the second tier of teams. However, under the guidance of the Frenchman Wenger, the team''s style of y has started to undergo a fundamental transformation. While they still focus on counterattacking, they''ve abandoned traditional English long balls in favor of European-style ground y. This is quite simr to what Hall has built at Millwall. Millwall''s rise has created a storm in the Premier League and is quietly changing English football, as more and more teams begin to emte them. For instance, the newly promoted Leicester City has been performing impressively this season. Martin O''Neill''s team employs a defensive counterattacking style but prefers to y on the ground and attack down the wings. Middlesbrough is also undergoing changes; they''ve brought in several technical yers, but Robson''s attempts to revamp the team seem to be encountering difficulties. Middlesbrough''s strength has significantly increased, yet their results have dropped sharplypared tost year, and they are now struggling to avoid relegation."


    ...


    As the yers took to the field, many fans in the stands held up signs, expressing anger towards Pires and Vieira for their summer moves to Arsenal.


    Fans often disy selfish emotions; it''s human nature.


    They felt that those two had betrayed Millwall by transferring to their local rivals. However, their dissatisfaction was a mild grievance. If a yer were to join Chelsea or West Ham United, it would be an entirely different story. For now, the fans were more inclined to revel in a sense of schadenfreude.


    "Look at you two wanting to join Arsenal. Now you''repletely dumbfounded, aren''t you?!"


    Pires spent most of the season at Arsenal sitting on the bench.


    As for Vieira, although he was a starter now, if he had remained at Millwall, he would have been lifting the championship trophy this season.


    Millwall, on the other hand, had a rtivelyplete squad. Shevchenko, who had felt unwell in thest match, recovered after two days off. This was Aldrich''s approach to safeguard his yers; if any yer showed even the slightest difort in training, he would not force them to y, preventing small issues from escting into bigger problems.


    The lineup consisted of goalkeeper Butt, with a backline of Schneider, Stam, Southgate, Capdev, and three midfielders: Mak��l��l��, Pirlo, and Nedved, with the attacking trio of Larsson, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko.


    On Arsenal''s side, even though Wenger had taken over, their basic formation remained unchanged from the past two years.


    The lineup included goalkeeper Seaman, with five defenders: Dixon, Bould, Adams, Keown, Winterburn, three midfielders: Vieira, tt, Mason, and forwards Wright and Bergkamp.


    As soon as the match began, Arsenal retreated in full,pressing their lines into their half while maintaining clear structure. Vieira and tt protected the central area, the five defenders created a tightly-knit defense, and Mason made wide, active runs to intercept. Wright and Bergkamp positioned themselves one behind the other, with Bergkamp acting more like a secondary striker, ying a crucial role in organizing and scoring in the attack.


    Due to Arsenal''s defensive posture at the start, their numbers in the midfield and defense made it difficult for Pirlo to find space moving forward, so he stationed himself in midfield, coolly orchestrating the y like amander.


    In Millwall''s setup, Pirlo wasn''t particrly eye-catching; he rarely appeared to assist or score directly, but his absence meant a noticeable dip in the overall quality of Millwall''s attacking efforts.


    He was often the yer making an unintentional yet vital switch that would shift Millwall''s attacks to the opponent''s most fragile defensive spots.


    Nedved was busy running back and forth up front to draw attention from Vieira and tt while Mason pressed Pirlo. Without holding onto the ball too long, Pirlo executed a quick one-two with Mak��l��l�� to create space. Receiving the ball on the right side of midfield, he suddenly sent a precise ground through ball across to the left nk. The ball sliced through the narrow passingne to assist Capdev, who immediately stormed forward with pace. At the same time, Larsson moved towards the nk, drawing Dixon''s attention, and Nedved came forward to support. Capdev released the ball, and Nedved with a deft touch slipped the ball between Arsenal''s fullback and center-back.


    At the right moment, Larsson made a diagonal run into the box. Bould rushed in to defend, but Larsson settled the ball with a touch, then flicked it to ce the ball over to the right upper corner of the Arsenal goal.


    Heeman, back on the field after his injury, leaped dramatically and managed to push the ball over the bar with a single hand.


    "What a world-ss save! Larsson''s shot was spectacr, and Seaman''s save was brilliant!"


    A chorus of gasps erupted from the stands, followed by a wave of apuse.


    Millwall''s attack was truly a sight to behold.


    Aldrich stood at the sidelines with his arms crossed, appreciating the impact of Pirlo on this attack. His distribution sparked the offensive y, spotting the opponent''s weak defensive links. Moreover, histeral switchespelled the opponent''s formation to shift significantly, creating gaps. Other midfield yers might be able to make sessful passes, but being capable of identifying weaknesses on the left from the right during y, and then executing it, was not guaranteed.


    Leisurely, Pirlo jogged over to take the corner kick, which had be an essential part of his training routine. Now, for Millwall''s free-kicks, Schneider would handle tactical passes, while Pirlo would take direct shots; he also took charge of corner kicks.


    Instead of delivering a ball directly into the danger zone, Pirlo opted for a tactical corner. He passed it to Schneider, who had infiltrated the right nk. After controlling the ball, Schneider delivered a cross. This change in rhythm disrupted the opponent''s defense.


    The delivery was threatening; the ball curled to the far post. Arsenal''s defenders pushed forward as soon as the corner was taken, causing them to backtrack as the ball was y back, clearly taking them a second toote.


    Emerging from the back post, Capdev powered a header toward Arsenal''s goal.


    Just as he was about to celebrate, the linesman signaled for offside.


    Capdev shook his head and retreated toward his half.


    There''s no denying it, that''s offside, but it wasn''t Capdev caught in it; it was Trezeguet who lost track of Arsenal''s advancing defense and clearly jumped the gun when Schneider delivered the pass. Capdev, on the other hand, didn''t go offside as he made histe run to score. But, hey, that''s how the offside rules yed out back then.


    Aldrich didn''tin; it was a rule everyone adhered to, and there was no unfair treatment �C that was indisputable.


    Arsenal transitioned from defense to attack, moving the ball forward from the back; the yers'' runs created a visual akin to a dance of butterflies.


    tt distributed the ball to the advancing Vieira, who then passed it to Dixon on the wing, where Bergkamp was making a run. Capdev had already made his way back, while Wright positioned himself between Mak��l��l�� and the defense, with Mason obstructed by Mak��l��l��''s positioning.


    Dixon advanced with the ball, and Nedved helped out defensively on the wing. Rather than trying to outrun Nedved, Dixon passed the ball centrally. Vieira was now being tightly marked by Larsson and Trezeguet, but there was indeed someone there to receive it��Adams!


    Just as Adams was about to collect the ball, a foot intervened in front of him, intercepting the pass and initiating a counter-attack. Adams instinctively used his body to knock the opponent down.


    "Wow, Pirlo justpleted a defensive recovery! This isn''t something you''d expect from him, but in the slow-mo, we can see that despite seemingly staying in midfield, he was consciously tracking Adams. When the ball was yed, he stepped up to toe poke it away, a fantastic interception! It looks like Hall had special instructions for Pirlo in the pre-match talk."


    However, Pirlo''s physical stature yed against him, getting knocked down by the considerably bigger Adams.


    After Pirlo fell, the referee blew the whistle and signaled that Adams hadmitted a foul. Given the level of the collision, Pirlo didn''t hold a definitive advantage over Adams, so it was unlikely the referee would pull out a card. As Pirlo got back up, he quickly aimed to take the free kick, while Adams cleverly kicked the ball away a bit and then turned to jog back to his defense.


    Feeling frustrated, Pirlo had to retrieve the ball again to restart the free-kick.


    However, he gained greater confidence from the incident. Defense was his weak point, and he knew he needed to enhance both his defensive capabilities and awareness. Aldrich was surely helping him with this; in every match he started, Aldrich would sit with him individually, exining the opponent''s attacking traits, advising what aspects he should focus on when defending.


    Today, the attacking strategies of Arsenal were fresh in Pirlo''s mind, and his previous defensive action was not mere coincidence. This experience was vital for enhancing his defensive awareness and adding to his precious experience.

 Chapter 188: Pioneers of European Style

    <h4>Chapter 188: Pioneers of European Style</h4>


    The broadcast cameras on the Premier League scene were mostly focusing on close-ups, but at the start of the season, Aldrich had suggested to the live broadcasting crew to set up some wide-angle shots. As a result, six camera positions were added around the Lion''s Den Stadium, with machines installed at the top of the stands. Given that the stands in this stadium weren''t very high and had a capacity of under 20,000, it was easy to see how small the stadium felt.


    From an aerial view, the Lion''s Den Stadium looked rather odd, yet the live broadcast enriched the visuals significantly. With the wider shots, you could clearly see the yers'' movements and runs, which made the game''s footage much more dynamic.


    In this era, there was a greater emphasis on individual yer abilities. Close-up shots could capture the intricate footwork of the yers, but Millwall yed a more collective style. Their football aesthetics weren''t evident in istion, and the live broadcasters from the previous season had already faced difficulties due to Millwall''s speedy gamey, with the cameras failing to keep pace. Thus, once the wide-angle shots began covering more of the field, Millwall''s football style was immediately met with astonishment.


    What did it look like?


    It resembled a video game, with the ball being passed quickly, zigzagging across the field in an instant. One second it could be in the left half, and the next, it would be in the right. Before you knew it, the ball moved from the back, and after just a couple of swift passes, it was right in front of the opponent''s goal.


    At the center of this ymaking was Pirlo.


    Arsenal''s veteran midfielder, Pratt, was beginning to lose his pace, and he couldn''t handle Nedved alone. This meant Vieira had to drop deeper to assist defensively. Mason alone couldn''t exert enough pressure on Pirlo, while Bergkamp''s support in defense was limited, allowing Pirlo to orchestrate y with ease.


    Schneider and Capdev took turns pushing up to assist, making Millwall''s intricate passing game a real threat to Arsenal''s goal.


    Shevchenko and Larsson''s off-the-ball movements almost twisted the aging Arsenal defenders'' waists.


    Yet Arsenal wasn''t backing down. Once they switched from defense to attack, they organized rapid counterattacks almost immediately. These counters often started from the nks; whenever there was an opening, they would waste no time in sending a straightforward pass forward.


    The attacking y on both wings relied on Dixon and Winterburn, while the yers in support up front were either Mason or Bergkamp. More crucially, Wenger instructed his three central defenders to make ovepping runs.


    Bould, Adams, and Keown, the three central defenders, would always have at least one pushing forward during buildup y, whether it was for linking up or making a decisive strike��each time, you could catch sight of one of them in action.


    But today, their tactic of pushing defenders forward ran into challenges. In midfield, Pirlo''s defensive role as assigned by Aldrich was simple: stick to the opposing center-back. If anyone pushed up into midfield, seize the opportunity to intercept the ball.


    If there was any noticeable change in Arsenal since Wenger took over, besides a shift in ying style, their formation remained old-school, 532.


    This was clearly not Wenger''s ideal formation, but as a neer needing to establish his ground in the locker room, he had to be careful not to adjust things too drastically. Promoting Vieira was already pushing it; even Anelka, who came in during the winter transfer window, was still sitting on the bench, and Pires was gradually recing Mason.


    Thus, the five key figures on the backline had to feature in the game. However, Wenger''s tactical adjustments provided some flexibility, allowing the three central defenders to be released into attack, making them highly dynamic. With the chemistry they had, taking turns to assist wasn''t hard, and what they did when they moved forward could vary: it could be supporting y, organizing attacks, or scoring��all at their discretion.


    It must be said that Wenger''s approach ignited Arsenal''s passion, letting their talents flourish. In a way, it was clever; if he had directly thrown Adams into midfield, he certainly would have been reluctant to change positions. Instead, having Adams start as a center-back, then gallivant forward during attacks, made Adamsply willingly.


    So, in Arsenal''s attacks, a strange scene unfolded. Bergkamp was impable in possession in the front line, whether with short or long passes, grounded or airborne. Whenever he positioned himself to receive a ball, it was a graceful disy of skill to control it effortlessly. However, when Adams or Bould and the other defenders surged forward to help out, there were asions where they struggled to control even the easiest short passes.


    It was precisely because of Pirlo''s timely interceptions and the deficiencies in their own ball-handling abilities that Millwall was able to sessfully stifle Arsenal''s offensive y involving their center-backs pushing forward.


    Consequently, their attacks increasingly transitioned to the nks. Bergkamp was working hard, his foot skills unquestionable, yet Millwall''s defenders weren''t tricked by his moves; they never rushed in recklessly. Defensively, they aimed to slow down his rhythm, positioning themselves to wait for Bergkamp''s choices. Relying solely on Wright''s pace upfront was simply not a sufficient threat.


    After failing to prate three times, Bergkamp attempted to break through on his own. He just passed Capdev when he was easily intercepted by Southgate, who then quickly moved the ball down the left. He passed to Pirlo, and after controlling the ball, Pirlo sent a diagonal pass to the right side, where Schneider was unmarked. He greeted the ball with a long pass to the forwards, where Trezeguet, who had made a run from inside the box, met the ball with a header. The ball wasid off to the left, and Shevchenko surged forward, perfectly timing his arrival just as he brushed past Keown, waiting for the ball tond before taking a shot.


    Keown went to ground with a sliding tackle, and Shevchenko was brought down in the penalty area after being kicked in the shin. Ignoring the pain, he turned to look at the referee, who had already blown his whistle and pointed to the penalty spot before pulling out a yellow card for Keown.


    "Penalty! Millwall has been awarded a penalty, and it came so unexpectedly that the cameras seemed to struggle to keep up. Millwall''s attacks are just too fast. Andy, did you see that?"


    "I didn''t catch it clearly either. Capdev and Southgate executed a brilliant joint defense. Capdev forced Bergkamp to try and dribble past him, but as he did, Southgate came in from behind to intercept the ball. Then, Capdev moved wide to receive the ball for a counterattack. Following a diagonal pass from Pirlo, the ball found its way to the right, where Schneider delivered a precise long ball. Trezeguet''s headerid it off for Shevchenko, who sprinted past Keown''s defense, forcing Keown to go for the tackle. He lost position and, unfortunately, didn''t get to the ball. It was a clear penalty."


    "How quick was that attack? We''re used to seeing Millwall exploit their opponents'' vulnerabilities on the counter, but this time it seemed even faster with all the ball movement. I''d guess the entire transition from defense pivoting to Shevchenko being fouled took less than 10 seconds. The cameras should show a sweeping panoramic shot so we can properly see how Millwall broke through Arsenal''s defense."


    No longer able to suppress his dissatisfaction, Keown angrily shouted at Shevchenko on the ground, iming he was too soft. How could he go down with just a touch?


    Shevchenko, enraged, rolled his eyes and quickly got up to argue with Keown.


    yers from both sides gathered around, and ultimately, the two captains stepped in to separate everyone. Adams and Southgate exchanged a few words before parting, and just before they did, Adams yfully pushed Southgate''s head.


    Southgate took it in stride and turned to sprint back to his half.


    For yers of this era, especially English yers, conflicts on the field weremonce, and Adams'' lighthearted shove at Southgate was akin to a friendly nudge between buddies, with no malicious intent. The referee wouldn''t intervene; after all, they were still national teammates and defensive partners.


    As such, fans from this era were not particrly fond of the theatrical eye-covering and falling actions they''d witness in future matches.


    Larsson effortlessly scored the penalty, putting Millwall ahead 1-0 in the 40th minute of the first half.


    Wenger, wearing sses and a club track jacket, sighed in frustration.


    Both Wenger and Aldrich were pioneers of tactical style in the Premier League, and their coaching methods were viewed as Europeanized by the English. Just as the English saw two types of yers��English and European��Beckham and Giggs fell into thetter category, while Keane and Nedved were considered more like English yers in their style. European yers delivered a shrewder or smarter approach to the game, emphasizing ground passing and fluid movement.


    However, constrained by Arsenal''s prior tactical routines, Wenger could only work with what he had. Forcing his central defenders forward as often as they did was not his intention, but it was necessary given the presence of three absolute mainstay center-backs.


    In terms of tactical flexibility, Millwall performed better than Arsenal. It was akin to the workings of a spring: the defensepressed the whole team, and during attack, they would unleash their potential. Compared to a static positional style of attack, pushing forward as a cohesive unit was better for slicing through the opponent''s defense in a seamless manner. Millwall wasn''tpressing enough��they showed dominance, and Arsenal''s attacks couldn''t suppress them, forcing them into a reactive position. Arsenal''s weakness was their imbnced attack; both wings weren''t functioning properly, leaving them at a disadvantage.


    Wherever Bergkamp went, the focus generally stayed on that side, and sometimes, the center-backs would push forward, even carrying the ball down the nk, all to stretch the opponent''s defense. Clearly, this wasn''t a sustainable strategy, especially as Bould was nearing 35. By next season, Wenger could finally reshape the formation into a more bnced setup.


    Aldrich had noticed Arsenal''s shorings while studying their opponents. Even though Wenger''s Arsenal was still based on counterattacks in the Premier League at this moment, Aldrich didn''t fear them executing counterattacks. In terms of pure speed, they didn''t have the upper hand. Upfront, there were only a few men; unless they could pull off some incredible teamwork, relying solely on Bergkamp to thread through would not be enough to break through Millwall''s defense.


    Moreover, Arsenal''s double pivot configuration was imperfect, as Pratt''s declining mobility was clearly a w. While upying space, he wasn''t effectively defending, essentially being a liability on the backline.


    With a one-goal lead at halftime, both teams retreated to the dressing room for a break.


    Aldrichid out the tactics for the second half. While the overall strategy wouldn''t change much, there would be an emphasis on details.


    For instance, pushing aggressively through the middle targeting Keown''s area��especially with a yellow card against him��would make him more cautious in his defensive actions.


    Nedved would be moving around Pratt more often...

 Chapter 189: The Gunners: High Hopes, Low Performance

    <h4>Chapter 189: The Gunners: High Hopes, Low Performance</h4>


    The second half kicked off, and Aldrich stood resolutely on the sidelines, still directing the game. Although they had a one-goal lead, this was often a precarious position.


    On the South Stand, the fans were singing and dancing, the loyal supporters of the Lions had stopped fearing Arsenal altogether.


    Indeed, Millwall was currently an unstoppable force. The team was packed with talent, each yer a skilled star in their own right. In the eyes of the fans, every yer on the field had ample reason to be a legend for the Lions, as long as they stayed in the club!


    As for Teddy Sheringham, who had been fondly remembered a few years ago, many of the newer fans who had just begun to follow the Lions would often ask, "Who''s that?"


    They couldn''t connect the former Tottenham striker with Millwall.


    It seemed that even if Sheringham returned to Millwall, he would hardly fit into the starting lineup.


    It was unclear what adjustments Wenger had made during halftime, but Arsenal increased their attacking presence down the center as the second half began. Vieira''s position in the attack was a testament to this shift.


    Aldrich watched from the sidelines, observing Vieira''smanding demeanor and precise passing. He couldn''t help but admire the Frenchman, though he didn''t feel any particr sense of regret in his heart.


    Vieira had potential and had disyed significant ability early on, but it would truly be a waste for him to stay at Millwall, as there was no ce for him; he could only be a substitute.


    Aldrich had contemted this decision carefully. While Vieira had organizational skills, there was still a gappared to Pirlo. Partnering him with Makelele would create a top-notch defense, but their creativity in attack would becking. Aldrich felt confident enough with Makelele''s defensive prowess that he didn''t see the need for additional security. If they were ying in an international tournament, a defensively oriented formation could work, much like the French national team a decadeter; however, the creative spark had toe from Zidane.


    Aldrich was pleased that Vieira had a tform to express himself at Arsenal, convinced that Wenger would make the most of his abilities.


    As Arsenal ramped up their central attacks, Millwall settled down considerably. Their offensive pressure was less intense, but they significantly improved their control.


    Their attacks began to tilt to the right. Pirlo frequently directed y towards the right nk, where Schneider, Shevchenko, and Nedved focused their efforts, putting Winterburn in a tough spot.


    Shevchenko received the ball and assisted by passing to Nedved before turning to run toward the goal. Winterburn had to provide support,pressing the space in the box. Under pressure from Pratt''s defense, Nedved calmly passed the ball back to the right nk. Shevchenko cut in to draw defensive attention, creating space immediately for Schneider, who surged up the side and delivered a high-quality cross.


    Shevchenko didn''t even jump at the near post��it was clear he couldn''t reach it. Instead, he positioned himself to seize the opportunity for a second attack.


    Trezeguet and Adams jumped in front of the goal, but both failed to make contact with the ball. As it fell towards the back post, Bould was marking Larsson. Both yers started to run along the same line, but Larsson was too quick. By the time the ball descended, Larsson had already edged in front, leaping to meet the ball with a powerful header.


    Seaman could only watch in despair as the ball rocketed into the. He took a couple of steps back, helplessly cing his hands on his hips, shaking his head.


    "Larsson scores again! A beautiful assist from Schneider, this marks Larsson''s 22nd league goal of the season, leading the scoring charts ahead of Shearer by a good margin. It looks undeniable that this season''s Premier League Golden Boot will be taken by someone from Millwall. Trezeguet and Shevchenko trail by six and seven goals respectively. Millwall''s attacking trio has alreadyted 53 goals in the league, and with several rounds left, will Larsson challenge for the title of Europe''s top scorer? This 25-year-old is carrying on fromst season''s great form, showing off his skills as a top striker under Hall. Whether with his head or feet, he finds the with ease��truly a forward that every team dreams of having!"


    Aldrich was enthusiastically pping from the sidelines, and the other coaches were equally excited. Babou even ran over to Aldrich and shouted, "Give him more chances, let''s break that scoring record in the Premier League!"


    Aldrich didn''t respond, but thought for a moment that the pressure of the league was lessened. It might be possible to let his yers create more scoring opportunities for Larsson and tilt the tactics ordingly. However, he made no promises, keeping this thought to himself for now.


    The top league scoring record was almost untouched, having stood for nearly seventy years. A bygone Everton yer had once reached 60 league goals��a European record likely to remain forever.


    As Arsenal fell two goals behind, Wenger began to shuffle his lineup, bringing on Pires and pulling off the veteran Bould, seeking a more bnced formation.


    When Pires entered the field, a wave of boos echoed through the stadium, but that was the extent of it. Once he got on the ball, the fans barely bothered to boo him further.


    He and Vieira had submitted written requests to transfer, an act of open defiance against the club that fans simply could not forgive. Yet now, the fans were more inclined to mock.


    "You think our Lions are a small temple? Go on and hug your Arsenal! This season, we''re going to take you down twice!"


    With Pires on the pitch, Arsenal shifted to a 4-2-3-1 formation, attempting to create offensive pressure with their wingers and the half-striker Bergkamp. But they couldn''t find the desired results.


    Nedved pressured Vieira and Pratt while defending, pressing hard. He could pass but wasn''t strong at evading defenders. The burden of linking the midfield fell on his shoulders. During a miscontrolled touch, he was intercepted from behind by Trezeguet, who quickly fed the ball to the nearest Nedved.


    After receiving the ball, the Czech yer made a return pass, sending the ball back to Pirlo.


    After losing the ball, Vieira became a bit frazzled, rushing in to pressure Pirlo. When he finally spotted Pirlo in front of him, he felt a sinking feeling.


    Behind him!


    Realizing the issue toote, he saw Pirlo''s pass zipping by just three meters away.


    Nedved positioned himself to receive the ball, creating space as he did so. With a quick pivot, he faced Pratt, who wasing in for a tackle. Nedved ignited his speed, using his explosive power to leave Pratt behind as he advanced towards Arsenal''s defense.


    The entire back line braced itself, with Larsson cutting inside, Trezeguet at the forefront marked by Adams, while Shevchenko feigned a diagonal run but paused midway, fooling Keown.


    In that instant, Nedved passed to Shevchenko and dashed forward himself. Shevchenko deftly nudged the ball into the box. Unmarked, Nedved, after a one-twobination, found himself one-on-one with the keeper and smashed the ball low into the near corner of the.


    "Goal number three! Vieira''s mistake has handed Millwall a definitive victory. They executed a ssic counter-attack goal, with a rapid exchange between Trezeguet, Nedved, Pirlo, and Shevchenko that was simply mesmerizing. Nedved''s goal marks his 10th of the league, continuing the ster show by Millwall''s magical quartet. Just as Andy praised Pirlo, I believe it''s only right to add Pirlo''s name to that magical list. Despite merely four league assists this season, his influence is abundantly clear!"


    With just over twenty minutes left in the game, Millwall led by three goals. Arsenal began to show signs of copse. Wenger stood up with a serious demeanor; he couldn''t allow his team, which had finally stabilized, to crumblepletely or they would be in dire straits for the remaining fixtures.


    He could only gesture to his yers to stabilize their defense and y for counter-attacks, but what good was that when they were three goals down?


    Pratt was injured in a tussle, and as the medical staff entered the field, Aldrich took the opportunity to call Pirlo over.


    "How are you feeling?"


    Pirlo looked bewildered and responded, "What do you mean?"


    "Is the pressure in midfield too much?"


    "Not really, no one''s really targeting me."


    With Nedved pressing down on Vieira and Pratt ahead, Pirlo found his positionparatively easy. Even against Mason, Pirlo could toy with him as long as he coordinated with Makelele; he was quitefortable.


    Aldrich advised him, "Expand your movement. After passing forward, push up."


    There was no need for further exnation; Pirlo understood what to do. He had clearly be more astute in his y, knowing how to focus on his strengths. He wasn''t great at dribbling past yers but could effectively move the team forward with short passes. He wasn''t adept in the box, so he practiced set pieces and long-range shots, both of which could pose a direct threat to the goal.


    After receiving his orders, Pirlo returned to the field.


    Pratt wasn''t seriously hurt and adjusted before re-entering the match.


    The dynamics for Arsenal had been in decline. They had begun the match matching Millwall, only to drop after Millwall''s initial goal in the first half. It felt as if they had been blindsided by a heavy punch and had yet to recover.


    Of course, this had to do with Keown''s yellow card as well as the fatigue of yers like Pratt and Mason.


    Millwall yers'' excellent stamina always shone in thetter part of the match.


    At this stage, Arsenal pulled everyone back to avoid a total rout, but Millwall seemed to be gaining momentum.


    Three offensive yers clustered in the penalty area, creating a congested environment. Capdev came charging in from the side, sweeping the ball across the box. Although it looked like Nedved had it under pressure from Vieira, he astutely let the ball pass right through his feet.


    Vieira stared in disbelief, turning around in shock, only to see a figure arriving right on cue, lifting his foot for a perfectly executed long-range shot.


    The ball soared through the air without any spin, its trajectory oddly floating��not dramatically, but enough to be noticed.


    Seaman, obstructed by the crowded scene, was caught off guard by the sudden strike. By the time he spotted the ball, it was already zipping past the inside of the right post and into the.


    "Pirlo scores! This is his first league goal of the season. The youngd deserves this and perhaps we''ve just been too long awaiting his arrival on the score sheet. Andy, what would you like to say to him?"


    "This world-ss strike is as unforgettable as his performances for Millwall. This goal is a reward for his hard work. I''ve always believed his role in the Millwall squad is as crucial as any of the yers ahead of him. However, many experts disagree. I hope this young Italian can silence them. They clearly don''t understand."


    After scoring, Pirlo excitedly sprinted to the sidelines and yelled towards the stands.


    He had truly waited far too long for this goal. No matter what, he''d finally got it, giving him the confidence to face future challenges.


    His teammates rushed to congratte him, and after settling a bit, Pirlo jogged over to the coaching staff and embraced Aldrich.


    "Thank you, boss."


    "A thank you for what? This is just the beginning! Listen, Andrea, this doesn''t even count as an opening. If you''re satisfied, then I''ve really misjudged you!"


    A smile broke out on Pirlo''s youthful face, and Aldrich yfully pushed him back onto the pitch, both of them sporting broad grins.

 Chapter 190: Successful Debut

    <h4>Chapter 190: Sessful Debut</h4>


    Aldrich''s first confrontation with Wenger in the Premier League ended with a bitter 4-0 defeat for thetter. As the final whistle blew, the sounds of jubnt chants echoed through The Den, with songs of the London kings ringing in the air.


    Aldrich approached Wenger for a handshake. Their exchange was brief��just a handshake before going their separate ways. Wenger walked down the tunnel to exit, while Aldrich took a moment to shake hands with each departing yer.


    At that moment, Aldrich could empathize with Wenger''s struggles in the Premier League. Perhaps Wenger was simply too principled; he didn''t gloat when he won and felt dejected when he lost. He wouldn''t y the hypocritical game of social pleasantries.


    The yers enthusiastically thanked the fans, and as Aldrich made his way off the pitch, fans continued to apud him from the stands. He raised his hand in acknowledgment before disappearing down the yer''s tunnel.


    In the post-match press conference, Aldrich offered a sinct evaluation of both teams. He believed Millwall still had room for improvement, but for Arsenal, facing setbacks was a normal part of being on the right path. After all, Millwall had also suffered disappointing losses and dropped pointsst season, especially in January when performances dipped.


    As for Wenger, Aldrich refrained from makingments, simply noting that every team undergoing a transition must endure growing pains.


    Unbeknownst to Aldrich, scouts and coaches from Manchester United, Liverpool, and Newcastle United were all in attendance, analyzing Millwall''s tactics and searching for methods to counter them.


    Post-match, the biggest news in the UK wasn''t Millwall''s impressive 4-0 victory over Arsenal but rather Newcastle United''s official announcement of Kevin Keegan''s dismissal. Former Liverpool legend and the manager who led ckburn to an unlikely title, Kenny Dalglish, was appointed as his sessor.


    Newcastle had ambitious ns for the season, bringing in Shearer for a world-record transfer fee to fulfill those goals. However, by January, it became clear that they were unlikely to contend for the championship or even secure a spot in next season''s Champions League. After a draw with Southampton, they fell six points behind Manchester United, and the team struggled with old defensive issues, making Keegan''s departure inevitable.


    With news of Newcastle''s managerial change, Millwall once again became the center of attention.


    Football legends and pundits across the UK discussed the reasons behind Millwall''s unstoppable momentum. Several conclusions were reached, some more credible than others, but a few truly hit the nail on the head: the team''s intensity, technical proficiency, tactical awareness, and camaraderie.


    This European-style transformation was quickly influencing other Premier League teams. Some factors were easier to replicate in the short term, like physical conditioning, while others, like intricate passing and movement, were harder to master.


    In Millwall''s squad, almost every yer disyed solid passing fundamentals, from goalkeeper to striker. While not every yer could control the ball in the air like Bergkamp, mistakes in ball control were rare.


    As other teams scrambled to find ways to counter Millwall or replicate their sess, Aldrich took his squad out to a fancy London restaurant to celebrate their derby win.


    The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and friendly. Everyone was enjoying the camaraderie within the team. Although there waspetition for ces, it was healthy and positive. Aldrich, with two and a half seasons of managerial experience under his belt, had learned how to manage rotations and nurture young talent effectively, maintaining harmony in the dressing room.


    He was willing to give young yers opportunities, but he wouldn''t rush into trusting them. Some yers would get carried away after just a match or two, and Aldrich would promptly remind them to stay grounded, letting them sit on the bench to observe their teammates and reflect on their own performance.


    In the following days, London was gripped by alternating spring rains that disrupted the team''s training ns. They had no choice but to shift their training to the indoor facility at the youth academy, much to the excitement of the young yers. They looked up to the senior stars, but there were also some who feltpetitive, like Ronaldinho. In a practice match, although his youth team lost, his impressive performance earned him recognition from several first-team yers.


    Schneider chimed in Aldrich''s ear, "It''s time to move that buck-toothed boy up to the first team, don''t you think boss?"


    Aldrich remained unhurried. Ronaldinho had adapted well over the past year, but he still hadn''t experienced the intensity of truepetition. In youth matches, yers tended to focus on ball trajectories, but in the Premier League, many defenders were more focused on man-marking than watching the ball. The level of physical y was iparable to youth games.


    After all, Ronaldinho would only be 17 next season. Aldrich had patience, hoping Ronaldinho would also cultivate some.


    Ashley Cole, who yed alongside Ronaldinho on the left nk, had shown significant improvement over the year.


    As the month progressed, Millwall faced Nottingham Forest in the fourth round of the FA Cup. Aldrich fielded a rather unconventional starting lineup for the rain-soaked match.


    Goalkeeper: Keller; Defenders: Mills, Elghra, Materazzi, Zambrotta; Midfielders: Gattuso, Lampard, Back, Gronkjaer; Forwards: Van Nistelrooy, Toni.


    It was an asymmetrical 4-3-1-2 formation.


    Gronkjaer operated as a flying winger, with the side handled by the fullbacks, and Toni and Van Nistelrooy could cover each other and provide support to one another.


    Millwall''s performance wasn''t particrly pretty; errors were frequent due to the rainy conditions and the wingers'' poor crossing abilities. However, the central attacking y was effective, with Toni ying a pivotal role and registering one assist and one goal, while Van Nistelrooy also found the thanks to Zambrotta''s assist.


    Nottingham Forest, having had a dismal season, showed little desire to fight and ultimately lost 3-1, allowing Millwall to progress to the round of 16 in the FA Cup.


    As the cold rain fell, Aldrich, d in a damp suit, went to shake hands with Nottingham Forest''s manager. After shaking rk''s hand, he turned to leave, but then he gave a self-deprecating chuckle and returned to shake hands with another Nottingham Forest manager.


    Aldrich thought to himself that the Nottingham Forest board must be out of their minds. Having two managers for one team was nonsensical.


    This season, Nottingham Forest was floundering at the bottom of the table, having surprisingly fallen tost ce and widening the gap to safety. Their two managers��rk, whom Aldrich was familiar with, and Stuart Pearce��illustrated the absurdity of the board''s decision.


    Theoretically, three heads are better than one, but in football, authority and unity are crucial. Even if two managers were identical twins, their divergent thoughts would confuse the yers about whom to listen to.


    The decline of the once-great Nottingham Forest was inevitable and closely tied to the board''s ludicrous decisions.


    After swiftly concluding the post-match interviews, Aldrich returned to his office. Having just removed his damp suit, he was greeted by someone entering from outside, handing him a clean towel.


    Turning around, Aldrich noticed Yvonne, dressed in a tailored ck suit, smiling at him warmly.


    "What brings you here?"


    "Reporting for duty, boss."


    "Duty?"


    "Yep, I''m now the manager of Millwall''s marketing department."


    "Ha, April Fool''s Day is still a long way off."


    Wiping his hair with a towel, Aldrich assumed Yvonne was here just to catch the match and see him. Everyone at the club was aware she was Aldrich''s friend. Even without an official role, she took her ce beside Pusk��s in the stands to watch over the legendary superstar��she had a special status within the club.


    Now, in addition to the fans, the sight of Arthur, Puskas, and Yvonne sitting side by side in the stands had be a unique attraction.


    Once Aldrich had dried his face, he saw the small work ID in Yvonne''s palm.


    Aldrich looked closely and saw her photo on the ID, confirming that it was indeed a staff badge from Millwall.


    Frowning, Aldrich said, "A prank? What''s the fun in impersonating a Millwall staff member? If you had the skill, you could pretend to be a Manchester United staff member and sneak into Manchester City. Hey, that''s my old trick."


    Yvonne''s eyes widened in disbelief. "Hey, are you really looking down on me?"


    Aldrich shrugged and smiled. "I''m just stating the facts. You think a fake ID will earn you respect? Tsk, the technology for forging IDs isn''t impressive these days. It''ll only mean something in another ten or twenty years."


    Yvonne pushed Aldrich yfully but fiercely replied, "Don''t underestimate me; this is real. I''m your new employee, no ifs, ands, or buts about it."


    Aldrich plopped down on the office sofa,ughing. "Could you at least impersonate a reasonable role? I''d believe you if you said secretary, but department manager? Ha, that''s a stretch."


    Just then, Adam appeared at the door, knocking before he entered. Noticing Yvonne''s displeased expression, he curiously asked, "Boss, are you dissatisfied with her?"


    "She ims she''s the new department manager for our club. When did we even have a marketing department?" he chuckled.


    "Uh, a week ago. Miss Lowell was just hired as our new department manager. Her main task is to help establish our official website and promote the club brand online. Finding professionals for this role is challenging; techpanies have snatched them all up. She..."


    "Mr. Adam, are you implying I''m an amateur?"


    Yvonne interjected with annoyance.


    Adam looked apologetic. "Sorry, that came out wrong. Miss Lowell has enough expertise to help us do this well. Boss, are you unhappy with her?"


    Now Aldrich understood.


    He waved a hand at Adam. "I get it. She''s just started, hasn''t done anything yet, so I can''t evaluate her capabilities. I''ll wait until the performance reportes in."


    After Adam nodded and left, Aldrich sat on the sofa, thinking for a moment. Suddenly, he looked up to find Yvonne gazing at the ceiling, evidently sulking.


    "Miss Yvonne Lowell, you''re my employee. Is there any employee who acts tough in front of their boss?"


    Yvonne scoffed and didn''t meet Aldrich''s gaze, replying, "But my self-esteem has been bruised by the boss."


    "''Bruised'' is a strong word, don''t you think?"


    "Regardless, I''ve been hurt��my feelings are damaged. Can you hear it? My heart is shattered into a million pieces."


    "You win. Please, tidy up your delicate heart. How would you like me to make amends for the misunderstanding?"


    Yvonne''s beautiful eyes glimmered; she nced slyly at Aldrich and stated, "Maxim."


    "Alright, we''ll go to Maxim tonight."


    "I''ll treat."


    "Huh? Is this your punishment for me?"


    "To celebrate my new job, of course."


    Finally turning toward Aldrich with a beaming smile, Yvonne made him feel like a little girl again, and he responded in a teasing tone, "Alright, angel, I''ll grant your wish."

 Chapter 191: Dinner Plans

    <h4>Chapter 191: Dinner ns</h4>


    As the lights began to glow in the city, Aldrich drove Yvonne to the Maxim restaurant. Brady and his long-lost friend Saul were already waiting for them inside.


    Saul, holding a menu, feigned a worried expression and said, "If you two hadn''t shown up, we would have made for the door. This ce is ridiculously expensive."


    Aldrich and Yvonne sat down side by side, and he curiously asked, "What have you been up totely?"


    Saul handed Aldrich a business card with a smile, saying, "I''m doing an internship."


    Aldrich nced at the card and saw that Saul was a photography journalist.


    That''s great, he thought. His friends were at the age where settling down and building careers was the norm, and it brought him immense joy.


    After ordering their meals, the four chatted about their recent lives.


    Brady shared that his website hadunched. It was low-cost, small-scale, and not well-known, and he was swamped with work, overseeing content creation while personally handing out flyers at various subway stations. He couldn''t afford ads, but the tabloid culture in Ennd was deeply rooted. Commuters often grabbed a free tabloid, and Brady managed to distribute his flyers by building rapport with the staff who handed out those newspapers, sometimes tipping them to include his promo inserts.


    Aldrich discussed various aspects of his website development with Brady. Essentially, he was sharing ideas inspired by some sessful football media temtes he had seen.


    Brady nodded frequently and even took out his notebook to jot down Aldrich''s suggestions.


    Initially, he aimed to consolidate traditional media resources to create an online football media tform, but Aldrich''s innovative thoughts began to shape his idea into a full-fledged football portal instead of just a one-way information outlet.


    Towards the end of their conversation, thanks to their friendship, Brady asked Aldrich to periodically write exclusive match reviews for him. Aldrich couldn''t refuse, especially since his profession required him to watch numerous matches every week. He often caught live matches from top European leagues, and if they were close enough, he would attend in person��like the Ennd derby or the North London derby�� jotting down notes while enjoying the games.


    After their enjoyable dinner, Aldrich drove Yvonne home, only to discover mid-journey that they were neighbors. She had secured an apartment in the club''smunity due to her managerial role at Millwall, which qualified her as an executive, and her new ce was directly across from Aldrich''s.


    Perhaps because yers were somewhat in awe of Aldrich, the apartment across from his had remained vacant, with no yers choosing it when searching for new homes. But now, it finally had an upant.


    In the following days, Millwall shifted its focus, primarily relying on a youth squad in the league. Nevertheless, Aldrich insisted on starting Larsson, structuring the attack around him to create more goal opportunities. The primary lineup would mainly tackle strong opponents and the FA Cup. When March rolled around and the UEFA Cup quarter-finals reignited, they would enter the final sprint of the season.


    Come February, Yvonne officially started her job. As a club official, her content revolved around club matters and football topics��her workload was manageable. She was also set to be the first host for Millwall TV, and when she would step down depended on the workload and the club''s growth.


    Beginning in February, the club would conduct interviews with staff during training breaks for promotional purposes��yers, coaches, administrative personnel, even security staff��everyone was included toprehensively showcase the club''s culture.


    Even through the past century of winless seasons and the dark times when football hooliganism peaked, the narrative would not gloss over those realities in their introductions; it was fundamentally part of English football culture, something that couldn''t be prettified or excused in the eyes of outsiders.


    At the start of February, after the team faced two draws in a row, they finally achieved a significant win. Nowadays, Premier League teams often approached Millwall with a defensive counter-strategy, which posed challenges for the young yers. Despite the struggle in breaking through defenses, they had to be cautious of counterattacks from the opposition. Thankfully, Larsson bolstered their attacking efforts, keeping the team afloat. Following the two draws, Aldrich decided to unleash the strongest lineup to secure a win, alleviating the psychological pressure on his yers. This way, he maximized psychological protection for them and helped instill a sense of ambition, making them realize their gapspared to key yers and encouraging them to chase that gap.


    After training one day, Aldrich, dressed in the club''s dark blue training gear, returned to his office, only to find Yvonne entering with a group of staff members. They had previously arranged to conduct an interview that evening, which would be aired on the club''s TV channel, with a transcript to be published on the club''s official website.


    Naturally, the interview had to start with the head coach.


    As Aldrich looked at Yvonne, who was elegantly dressed and impably poised, he felt a strange sense of nostalgia for the passage of time. That little girl had matured into a woman with a hint of charm.


    The camera was set up in the corner, focused on Aldrich. He took a seat at the desk without changing clothes or applying makeup, sitting across from Yvonne in a casual manner.


    Initially, both felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but soon they found their rhythm, and the tension dissipated.


    Aldrich began sharing the story of his family''s support for Millwall, which began with his grandfather. Some of the memories were his own while others he had heard from Arthur. Undoubtedly, the Hall family had formed a bond with the club since its inception, a sentiment that had been passed down through generations. When it came to his turn, Aldrich refrained from expressing his own feelings towards the club, bringing that topic to an end.


    Reflecting on the journey from taking over the club to being close to iming their first top-flight league title two and a half yearster, Aldrich voiced numerous sentiments, candidly discussing some of the troubles he had encountered.


    What was the biggest headache?


    Each transfer window, Manchester United persistently bombarded them with offers for Larsson that neared transfer records.


    Last summer''s loss of four crucial yers was a significant blow for Millwall.


    Even with the team performing well now, Aldrich firmly believed that if those four hadn''t left, Millwall would be even stronger.


    At least in the front line, while Shevchenko filled Pires''s spot, ncing at the bench revealed Phillips, Tony, Van Nistelrooy, Gronkjaer��all either immature or limited in positioning and skills.


    Thank goodness Millwall hadn''t suffered any major injuries in attack this season.


    "But Millwall generated thirty million pounds in transfer iest summer. That money is enough to bring in two to three top yers. Even if part of it went to building a new stadium, acquiring one or two yers to strengthen the squad shouldn''t be a problem. Why didn''t that happen?"


    Aldrich paused for a moment before responding to Yvonne''s question. "You see, in the past, football clubs resembled non-profit organizations, symbols of honor and diverse cultural spirits. But nowadays, clubs have turned into businesses. Many have gone public, and of course, they defend themselves by saying it''s for financing��so they can buy better yers and make their teams morepetitive. But in the stock market, every stock needs to turn a profit. Those owners show through their actions that football has be just like real estate��an investment, a money-making machine. That''s not what I''m after. I don''t deny the importance of money in football, but I can''t agree with this development model, especially for clubs like Millwall, which doesn''t have deep pockets. Right now, we''re carrying nearly two hundred million in debt, and we n to pay it off in fifteen years. That makes us even more cautious about shaking the foundations of the club."


    Yvonne quickly followed with another question, "What do you believe is Millwall''s foundation?"


    In a low voice, Aldrich replied, "Our model of developing talent from within. The outside world often ims that Millwallcks experience, and I agree. Many yers in our squad haven''t experienced Europeanpetitions, but the national team''s experience somewhatpensates for that. We have an incredibly talented roster, with yers like Southgate, Mak��l��l��, Nedv��d, and Larsson��each line has top-tier yers. They are important pirs for the club''s growth. I hope they will stay here for a long time, not only to maintain the team''spetitiveness but also to set an example for the younger yers and help them grow. I believe that in three to five years, Millwall will find its footing. We can aim to nurture one or two exceptional yers for the first team every season, creating a healthy cycle. Therefore, our foundation lies in youth training, not in making big gambles in the transfer market. For clubs like ours, if we pay over ten million pounds for a transfer, and one or two yers cannot integrate into the team, it can be detrimental��not just financially but to the entire team''s dynamics��because it limits the opportunities for young yers,pressing their space within the team. Rather than taking those risks, I''d rather believe in the yers we cultivate carefully, giving them opportunities and letting them see hope here, harboring ambitions to serve the club and achieve glory."


    Aldrich highlighted his vision for the club''s development strategy, aiming to establish Millwall as a beacon of youth training. He wanted to signal to the outside world that Millwall would offer its young yers more opportunities, something often lost when clubs hoarded talents through aggressive purchases.


    This signal needed to be backed by their achievements.


    A positive aspect was that younger yers like Pirlo, Shevchenko, Capdev, and Butt could seed here, serving as the best advertisement, while those yet to shine, like Lampard and Ferdinand, would have simr impacts as their opportunities to y increased.


    In addition to discussing youth training, Aldrich talked about management, yer discipline, training ns, and the club''s future.


    Both as a head coach and owner, he had the most thoughts and directly influenced the club''s development. The interviewsted nearly four hours, ending only when the sun set.


    Once the cameras were off, Yvonne showed a hint of fatigue. Checking the time, she smiled at Aldrich and said, "How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"


    Aldrich smiled and politely declined. He had a date with Mnie that evening. Fortunately, she was workingte; otherwise, he would have had to cancel.


    Upon hearing that Aldrich was meeting Mnie, Yvonne smiled as she said her goodbyes but revealed a hint of disappointment once outside the office.

 Chapter 192: The Boss Through the Players’ Eyes

    <h4>Chapter 192: The Boss Through the yers'' Eyes</h4>


    After Aldrich''s team interview wrapped up, the energetic Yvonne jumped into action, interviewing yers during training breaks over the next few days. This invigorated the team''s atmosphere. Unlike pre-match press conferences or post-match interviews, where yers rarely opened up to external media, they now felt morefortable. After getting used to the Fleet Street style, most yers believed that any question from outside media was often malicious and could twist their words into unnecessary trouble.


    For instance, if a yer was asked about sry issues, no matter how they responded, it would be interpreted as dissatisfaction, leading to transfer rumors in the market.


    After a loss or a draw, yerments would be the center of attention, which made yers more cautious. Typically, they spoke in a formic manner, repeating a few standard phrases and attitudes.


    However, Yvonne''s interviews clearly stood from the club''s standpoint, and yers were eager to share their thoughts through these conversations��be it gratitude or ambition for the future. Only by truly considering themselves part of the team could they express their feelings.


    Soutgate, as the captain, naturally took the first seat in front of the camera.


    When Yvonne asked him about his choice to join Millwall, Soutgate candidly replied, "Honestly, I never thought of joining Millwall. I won''t pretend it was a childhood dream of mine. In the summer of ''94, I was a key yer at Crystal Pce, and everyone knows the rivalry with Millwall. What I actually dreamed of was making it to the Premier League and fighting alongside Crystal Pce. However, the boss made me a top offer. Looking back, it doesn''t seem like much now, but at the time, it was a significant amount. Crystal Pce agreed to that offer without discussing it with me, which made me feel abandoned. In that situation, I realized I couldn''t stay at Crystal Pce. Then, the boss personally came to convince me to join Millwall��in that moment, I thought he was just a cocky guy talking big, and my rational side told me not to get swept up in his enthusiasm. Yet, he persuaded me. What moved me was a sort of irrational passion, which is what''s especially needed in football and hard to put into words. This passion is essential for many sessful teams, just like Manchester United, the old Liverpool, and Ajax over the past three years. Football is a unique field. Whether you''re a yer or a coach, if you treat it just like a job, it''s tough to find sess. That element of passion is one of the indispensable qualities for sess, and the boss embodies that quality, deeply inspiring me."


    Yvonne nodded with a smile��Aldrich indeed had that element; he made Millwall''s football feel alive and wild, with yers showcasing the spirit that the public admires.


    "So after being here for two and a half years, what are your thoughts on life at Millwall now? What are your ns for the future?" Yvonne asked.


    Soutgate smiled at the question, saying, "Since I arrived here, I''ve felt a rapid improvement��I made it to the Ennd national team, and the boss appointed me captain, which instilled a strong sense of responsibility in me. That matters a lot. I''m part of a very united andpetitive team, and that keeps us dreaming of great achievements. I have to admit, if I were in a mid-table team, it would be hard to maintain focus throughout the season. Sure, you could get enough league points, but the yers might ck off mentally. But here? Not at all. From the first match of the season to thest, we approach every match with a winning mentality, hoping to lift trophies at the season''s end��one, two, or more. Over the past two years, we''ve kept improving, and with so many excellent teammates, I''m motivated to keep pushing myself. Otherwise, I wouldn''t be worthy of this great team. Last summer, I became a scapegoat for Ennd; at that time, I just wanted to hide. But the boss showed up right away. He went beyond my expectations to support me, reinvigorating my belief that I could rise again after a fall. It was a tough time, but it became one of my most valuable experiences. Now I face every challenge withposure and help my teammates through tough times, fulfilling my duties as captain. As for the future? I want to stay here as long as I can��the fans, my teammates, and the boss are the three main reasons I''ve never thought of leaving. Millwall will win its first league title this year. Although the league isn''t over, I believe we won''t give our opponents any chances. We''ll give our all and y each match to win, and then, next season, we''llpete in the Champions League. That''s the stage I dream of, and it''s what the team aspires to. We can''t wait to take on Europe''s best!"


    Hearing his bold words, Yvonne nodded affirmatively. There were many insights reflected in yers''ments, including the team''s aspirations.


    "You said the reason you want to stay at Millwall includes Coach Aldrich. Besides him bringing you here and cultivating you, are there other reasons?" Yvonne asked.


    Soutgate chuckled, "There are countless reasons; I can''t list them all right now. Maturity��he seems young, but his approach is entirely out of line with his age. It''s hard to see him ever getting flustered. When we win, he''ll praise us with restraint; when we lose, he makes sure we forget the shadow and pressure of defeat. One phrase he often says is: ''Everything remains the same.'' I think that''s why we firmly believe we can seed. When we win, everything remains the same; we continue to push for victory. When we lose, we don''t dwell on the past; we focus our energy on the next match. The belief in pursuing victory won''t waver."


    ...


    In her subsequent interviews with other yers, Yvonne found that most expressed gratitude for Aldrich''s guidance and offered their interpretations of Millwall''s culture. This was especially true for the foreign yers, who were captivated by the fans'' passion here.


    When asked about Aldrich, yers had varied reactions.


    Nedved said, "The boss is an excellent coach with immense patience; he never yells at yers without reason, even when the team loses. He coolly analyzes what went wrong. If he scolds a yer, there''s definitely a reason for it. Our coaches use a reliable statistical system. After every match, the first-team coaches score each yer''s performance, which isn''t a rigid standard. For instance, against teams we are better than, the expectations are higher; they might think you should score an 8 or 9. But against stronger teams, if you perform well enough for a 6, the coaches will be satisfied. If you score 7 or 8, you''ll get praise. However, if you only get a 6 against weaker teams, the boss will criticize you, and there''s really no arguing against that. The boss''s diligence and intelligence are what impress and motivate me to keep serving him. His professional attitude subtly encourages us to keep moving forward; that''s crucial."


    Larsson added, "Incredible! Yes, he redefined my role and ability on the pitch. I used to think of myself as merely a poacher, but here, I have more freedom. I can do so much more. Each season, I keep improving, and our performances have been awesome. As a forward, I''vebined beautifully with my teammates to score many goals, many of which are timeless ssics that we enjoy watching on rey. I see outsiders talking about how easily Millwall scores, but I think that''s shallow. I don''t believe other coaches could create such a varied and rich attack for a team. Why am I amazed? Because he''s only twenty!"


    Trezeguet expressed his gratitude towards Aldrich during his interview, singing his praises.


    "He''s an unparalleled coach; he will undoubtedly be one of the greatest in history. Yes, that''s how I feel! Let others scoff at me for being na?ve, but I believe that given time, the boss will transform into a legend in coaching. ying under him gives me pressure, but it''s also joyful because I don''t feel lost. When some teammates arrive and seek my advice, I tell them: If you don''t know what to do, just go talk to the boss. Don''t think about anything else; just do what he tells you, and you''ll find your value. I don''t mean to suggest the boss is unreasonable; on the contrary, he prefers to reason with me, sometimes to the point of irritation. There was a time he said to me, ''David, I need you to provide help to your teammates on the front line.'' I started working hard on defense, but the boss still wasn''t satisfied. Then he said, ''You also need to assist your teammates in the attack.'' I didn''t understand why because as a forward, my job is to score goals. Yet the boss exined many tactical principles to me. Honestly, I didn''t grasp it at first, but after following his instructions in several games, I started to understand. Now, I''m able to set screens for my teammates while also surpassing my previous goals fromst year. The boss happily tells me why and how the threat from my attacking partners gives me more space. I tell him: Just tell me what to do, and I''ll do it; that''s enough."


    Through a series of interviews, Yvonne realized she had overlooked many qualities in Aldrich; after all, each yer''s perspective is unique. For instance, Makelele expressed his gratitude towards Aldrich more from a sense of being appreciated.


    He believed his defensive role was key to the team''s sess; Aldrich tirelessly rmended him for the national team, which deeply moved Makelele. Recently, signs also indicated that the French national team was calling him up. He felt he was a vital figure in Millwall, which instilled a strong sense of ownership in him.


    Schneider, Phillips, and other yers expressed heartfelt gratitude for recognition; the former thought he was bound for the German regional league in the summer of ''94, while thetter was discarded by an English Premier League youth academy, left tonguish at a low-level amateur club.


    The other staff members in the team, when interviewed, expressed optimism for the club''s bright prospects. As witnesses to Millwall''s rise, they were motivated every day to help transform this formerly insignificant club into a giant.


    The video recording of the team interviews hadn''t yet been released on the official channel, but it was expected that Millwall TV would officiallyunch this summer. The written record had already sparked wide interest upon its official release.


    This directly led to the server crashing in the first week of the official website going live...

 Chapter 193: The Cost of Youth

    <h4>Chapter 193: The Cost of Youth</h4>


    Since the start of 1997, Millwall seemed to experience new changes every day��innovative promotional posters, fresh club banners, theunch of the official website, and a blue lion mascot joining the sidelines during home games.


    After knocking out Tottenham Hotspur in the FA Cup in early March, Millwall advanced to the FA Cup quarterfinals, while in the league, they found a rhythm of one win and one draw��giving Manchester United the chance to close the gap. Ferguson started ying psychological games, iming that Millwall would ultimately copse just as they didst season.


    Before every league press conference, Aldrich had to reiterate the same formic statement: If Manchester United performed well, the league title would be theirs.


    As the European battle reignited, the entire Millwall team packed their bags on a Wednesday afternoon, boarding a ne bound for Bergen, Norway, under the guidance of the coaching staff.


    In the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup quarterfinals, they were set to face Norwegian powerhouses Brann in the first leg.


    The club had chartered a small aircraft, with not only all first-team yers on board but also 18 youth team yers apanying them.


    The first team took their seats at the front of the cabin, while the youth yers and coaches settled in the back. However, Nagy was an exception, sitting next to Aldrich as they discussed the youth team''s itinerary.


    Bringing the youth team along on this European trip was Aldrich''s idea. It served to foster a sense of belonging among the young yers and provided them an opportunity to engage and exchange ideas with clubs across Europe. As for the cost of the expedition, that was merely a minor detail.


    During their previous trip to Switzend to face Sion in the UEFA Cup second round, Aldrich had noted that these Nordic countries also had solid youth academies. Regardless of their strength, the ying style was bound to differ from that in Ennd. To ensure the youth yers became exposed to diverse football styles, rather than being homogenized by domestic league opponents, Aldrich contacted Brann ahead of the Norway trip to propose a friendly match between the two youth teams.


    Brann readily agreed, seeing as they would not need to provide amodations for Millwall.


    Moreover, Aldrich also reached out to other Norwegian clubs with an intention to set up friendly matches for the youth team. Several clubs found this idea intriguing; while friendly matches for first teams weremon, it was unusual to see such initiative mid-season. Most friendlies ur in pre-season, so encountering a youth team eager to challenge them was quite novel.


    Multiple clubs agreed to the matches, and regarding the youth team''s participation in the domestic youth league and FA Youth Cup, Aldrich was not overly concerned. The youth league''s intensity wasn''t high due to the limited number of teams; they only yed an average of one match every ten days. With a simple request to the FA for a schedule adjustment, this was not a significant issue. The FA Youth Cup had even more lenient scheduling, with an average of only two matches every month and a half.


    After the first team yed against Brann, Nagy would take the youth team around Norway under the guise of exchange activities, allowing them to familiarize themselves with the local scene.


    However, Aldrich genuinely did not care about the youth team''s results in Norway. His primary aim was to broaden their horizons. Training only with local youth leagues was simply insufficient, prompting Nagy to regrly take the yers to themunity to train with street football teams.


    Aldrich and Nagy were busy discussing the youth team''s itinerary on a notebook, but the noise from the back of the cabin made it hard for him to concentrate. He turned and called out, "Ronaldo, quiet down!"


    The boys were experiencing this kind of travel for the first time and were very excited. They were not behaving well in the ne; at that moment, Ronaldinho was enthusiastically teaching Ashley Cole how to dance the samba.


    After being reprimanded by the head coach, Ronaldinho finally settled down.


    The youth team yers quieted down, while those in the first team were rtively calm, some ying cards, others listening to music, or watching movies...


    As the ne touched down at Bergen International Airport that night, the yers pressed their faces against the windows to take in the stunning views of this beautiful harbor city, instantly captivated by its enchanting night scenery.


    Upon disembarking, the bus that had been arranged in advance was waiting for them outside the airport. Aldrich and the others took their simple luggage and boarded the bus to head to their hotel in the city.


    While the first team yers may not have much experience in Europeanpetitions, most had traveled with the national team, so they settled in and prepared to rest to recharge for the match the next night.


    On the other hand, the youth team yers were clearly overly excited; they were restless in the hotel. Vi and Joe Cole were caught trying to sneak out by Nagy, causing a ruckus that kept the entire youth team coaching staff awake all night. Nagy''s assistant, Mr. Franz, even sat in a chair in the hallway to keep watch...


    In Norway, Brann''s status isparable to Newcastle United in Ennd; they have previously won championships but now asionally mount challenges for titles without establishing dominance. However, due to the Nordic style''s mboyance, Brann remained highly popr in Bergen, creating asting football frenzy in the region.


    The youth team''s schedule was tight, so the next morning, Nagy took them to Brann''s youth training facility. After a brief warm-up, the yers took to the field topete, with ns to leave Bergen in the afternoon for Oslo, Norway''s capital, where they would face the youth team of the capital''s club the following day.


    The training ground for the Brann youth team was small and surrounded by a single row of stands. Local residents, having heard that a youth team from Ennd was in town to challenge their own, came over to watch. They were looking forward to seeing the youth team of the club that would face Brann in the evening.


    Football fans who followed mainstream European events were aware that this previously obscure Millwall had established a new winning streak in the top five leagues, achieving an 18-game winning streak in Ennd, making them a dominant force in the Premier League.


    Thus, they were eager to discover just what made this club''s youth team so special.


    Unfortunately, they were disappointed.


    Despite the Millwall youth team, led by Ronaldinho, having some age gaps��yers like Vi and Ashley Cole at only 15 or 16 years old, with Ronaldinho approaching 17��the overall quality was not expected to be very disparate due to just a year or two in age.


    However, during the match against Brann''s youth team, the Millwall youth team performed terribly. Nagy was jumping up and down with frustration on the sidelines, his anger palpable, while Aldrich was seated in the stands,ughing uncontrobly.


    Looking closely, Ronaldinho, Joe Cole, and the others were all sporting dark circles under their eyes as they took to the field. Who knows howte they had been up goofing around in their hotel roomsst night?


    Before the first half ended, Millwall found themselves trailing 1-3.


    The lethargic Ronaldinho and the other yers knew that their poor performance resulted from staying up toote the previous night. They felt their bodies growing heavier with every move. During the halftime break, Nagy decided to substitute some of the exhausted yers.


    The second half showed no improvement, and soon Brann scored two more goals.


    With each goal, the Brann coaches and yers erupted in cheers, while the fans in the stands offered apuse.


    They considered the Millwall youth team to be utterlycking in skill!


    This made it clear that their first team wasn''t anything to write home about; no wonder English football had performed poorly in thest decade. Clearly, Millwall was just a big fish in a small pond in the Premier League.


    Substituted off, Ronaldinho and others were filled with shame, observing the smug expressions of the young Brann yers and their coaches. Their pride took a serious hit.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich was quite pleased. He believed that bringing the youth team on this trip was indeed a brilliant decision.


    It was about time these youngds understood that wanting to travel abroad for fun while also winning apuse for their football wasn''t as easy as it seemed.


    He hoped today''s defeat would serve as a lesson, believing that yers with any sense of pride would realize the need to take these experiences seriously.


    After the match ended, Aldrich left the venue. In the afternoon, his yers engaged in a brief warm-up session to limatize to the field at Brann''s home ground.


    The weather in Norway was pleasant that day. While not as warm as in Ennd, it was perfect for ying in long-sleeved jerseys during the evening match.


    Once training was finished, Aldrich attended the official press conference.


    The atmosphere at the press conference was somewhat peculiar.


    Many North European mainstream media journalists were present, along with those covering UEFA events; however, the English journalists who apanied the team couldn''t help but suppress theirughter, as if they anticipated something amusing was about to unfold.


    When Aldrich sat down, a local football journalist in Bergen asked, "Mr. Hall, did you watch this morning''s match?"


    Aldrich was momentarily taken aback and replied, "What match?"


    "The match between Millwall''s youth team and Brann''s youth team."


    "Oh, I saw that. Does this rte to tonight''s match in any way?"


    "The Millwall youth team lost 1-5. What''s your take on that?"


    "I don''t believe the youth team''s match holds any significant meaning. It''s normal for U18 yers to have ups and downs, especially when traveling from Ennd to Norway. But it was a great learning experience for them. Even a loss can be valuable, and I think that''s good."


    "Is a 1-5 scoreline also good?"


    "I don''t understand what you''re implying with the 1-5 scoreline. What exactly do you want to ask by fixating on that score? You''ve got me confused. In Ennd, youth league teams can lose by seven or eight goals in a single match, but so what? Are those yers suddenly not going to y football again? Does that mean they''ll definitely not find sess in the future?"


    Aldrich expressed his confusion, wondering if in Norway, the nurturing of youth teams ced such emphasis on match results.


    The English journalists in attendance, especially those familiar with Millwall, couldn''t hold back their amusement, covering their mouths as they giggled.


    Eventually, Richard bluntly stated, "Mr. Hall, Brann''s head coach Kalvenis justmented on the morning''s match during his press conference. He believes the performance of the youth team indicates that Millwall''s first team must not be very strong either. He imed that tonight, Brann would eliminate all suspense regarding advancing to the semifinals, leaving Millwall no chance to turn the tables when they return to London."


    Aldrich was taken aback by this revtion. He wasn''t familiar with Brann''s coach; his agreement for the friendly match had been made directly with the club''s administrative director.


    "Inferring a first team''s strength from a youth team''s performance?" Aldrich asked doubtfully.


    The English reportersughed uncontrobly, nodding vigorously, while their Nordic counterparts looked on in disdain at this unprofessional disy, deeming it impolite!


    Aldrich''s expression became rather peculiar as he tried to suppress hisughter, uncertain whether this Kalvenis was overly confident or just foolish. He said lightly, "Oh, well, we came here with the utmost seriousness regarding the match. For tonight''s game, I really hope to see Brann perform at their strongest and put on a thrilling show for the fans."

 Chapter 194: A Night in Bergen

    <h4>Chapter 194: A Night in Bergen</h4>


    On Thursday night, at Brann Stadion in Bergen, Norway.


    Having experienced the luxury of Manchester United''s Old Trafford and the elegance of Anfield and St. James'' Park, the Millwall yers felt that this Brann Stadion��smaller in capacity than The Den��was clearly unworthy of its Europeanpetition status. Although the stands appeared full at first nce, with very few empty seats, the actual attendance was less than 15,000, including nearly 2,000 die-hard Brann fans who had traveled a long distance.


    Most of the Nordic countries have vast expanses ofnd with sparse poptions. Given Bergen''s poption of around 280,000, the number of people attending the match was, in fact, quite substantial, thanks to Brann''s football fever.


    Millwall fielded their strongest lineup today. Aldrich made a tactical change, substituting Back for Pirlo in midfield, shifting their conservative 4-3-3 formation to a 4-2-3-1 set-up focused on counterattacking.


    Brann, on the other hand, adopted a 4-3-3 formation, utilizing three forwards, three parallel midfielders, and four defenders. It''smon for Nordic teams to use speedy wingers, and their two-wing attack strategy is typical, even extending to their national team.


    Aldrich took his ce on the coaching bench as the matchmenced, the crowd erupting in cheers. The atmosphere was electric, yet there were no altercations between the two sets of fans. Fans of Brann believed Millwall was not as strong as it imed, while Millwall supporters looked down on Brann fans as unsophisticated, unable to grasp the beauty of real football.


    If they were facing a prestigious rival, they would need to match momentum with strength, but against Brann? Competing with them seemed beneath their dignity.


    Aldrich couldn''t figure out why Calvinis, the opposition''s coach, looked down on Millwall.


    Was he trying to engage in psychological warfare?


    Yet, He hadn''t seen this kind of arrogant tactic of belittling the opponent before the match. Typically, psychological strategies involve underying oneself and adopting a modest demeanor, hoping the opponent underestimates you.


    Perhaps it was rted to Millwall''s previous rounds of advancement; they had fielded mostly substitutes in earlier cup matches. In thest round, facing the Swiss powerhouse sion, they managed only a narrow victory, and the games were rather dull.


    Now Aldrich had the chance to unleash his first team, and he brought everyone along. The yers who wouldn''t take the field were there just out of habit, adjusting to the rhythm of midweek travel. It wasn''t necessary for everyone to y, but physically adapting was essential.


    The European Cup Winners'' Cup, although the second most prestigious clubpetition in Europe,cks significant value. Labelled as the king of cups, its exclusivity feels diminished when only one cup champion from each country participates. Unless a reigning champion fails to secure a spot in the Champions League, they''ll continue topete in the Cup Winners'' Cup. Domestic cuppetitions are often fraught with unpredictability,pounded by the intensepetition in mainstream leagues. It''s not umon to see lower-tier clubs winning cup titles. Just imagine, if two or three cup winners are mid-tier teams in any of the top five leagues in one season, the following season''s Cup Winners'' Cup might feature few familiar traditional powers.


    This contrasts greatly with the Champions League, where traditional clubs dominate their leagues firmly. While each league sends one club for participation in the Champions League, non-powerhouses rarely capture league titles each season. Thus, the Champions League maintains its high prestige. This phenomenon only began to shift in the years following tini''s attempts at bncing power in European football, implemented with "poverty alleviation" strategies.


    Hence, with Millwall making it to the quarter-finals, they found themselves up against the rtively unknown Brann. Naturally, the opponent likely thought the same way; this was Millwall''s first foray into Europeanpetition, and their reputation was not particrly ster.


    At the start, Millwall yed cautiously, setting a slower pace while yers adhered to Aldrich''s mantra: defend first, then attack!


    Brann came out fierce, with yers confidently trustful of their technical skills. Wing yers consistently attempted to dribble past defenders, hardly respecting Millwall.


    Seeing the boldness of his opponents, Aldrich momentarily dismissed his earlier spections.


    This was not a smokescreen.


    It was a genuine disy of disdain!


    A left-wing yer from Brann plowed forward, intent on getting past Schneider. Though Schneider might have been overwhelmed by McManaman''s tricky y, McManaman''s ability to link up with the ball made him hard to mark. Once a defendermitted, he could easily shift direction and go past them. Schneider was not like Thuram, who could simply outmuscle his way to effective defending. Even if he couldn''t win the ball, he''d ensure that the opponent couldn''t pass.


    However, Schneider felt unafraid against the visible opening as the Brann yer advanced. Anticipating the opponent''s intent to go down the line, he swiftly spun and established his position. Making a half-turn to shield the ball, he shed the challenger effortlessly. Then he took a couple of dribbling strides beforeunching a precise long pass.


    With Brann''s formation pushed up, Shevchenko took off from the midfield as Schneider was about to pass. As the ball crossed the halfway line, Shevchenko dashed between the full-back and center-back gap. The ball bounced, and as Shevchenko caught up, he advanced a step, leaving Brann''s entire defense in his wake.


    He opted not to dribble further but instead yed a low pass across to the center.


    The ball rolled ahead of the recovering center-back and calmly found Trezeguet, who arrived on the scene between two defenders. Without taking a touch, he executed a smooth shot toward the far corner of the.


    The goalkeeper dove to block, but the shot''s angle was too tricky. Despite his full stretch, he could only watch as the ball grazed the post and rolled into the back of the.


    Trezeguet celebrated by pointing at Shevchenko, running toward him as Millwall''s fans erupted into joyful celebration.


    "Millwall has scored... uh, they broke through Brann''s defense with just two passes and one shot! Right-back Schneiderunched a long ball, and right-winger Shevchenko, after receiving it, squared it to center-forward Trezeguet for a direct finish. It seems Millwall is indeed formidable. But is this strategy a bit too cautious? This looks a lot like English long ball football."


    The Norwegianmentator awkwardly admitted the surprise. For the first ten minutes of the match, he had been praising Brann''s attacking prowess while disparaging Millwall''s conservatism. The sudden goal not only stunned Brann fans, but it left thementator momentarily speechless.


    After conceding at home, Brannunched a fierce counter-attack. Millwall''s lead brought about a calmness among their yers, who became even more rxed in their performance. The on-field athletes quickly found their rhythm.


    A prating pass from Brann''s midfield was urately intercepted by Makelele, who swiftly distributed the ball to Back, who then sent a through ball to Trezeguet, receiving it while turning away from goal, directing it to a speeding Nedved who was charging into the center.


    The tenacious Czech sprinted forward, easily outpacing Brann''s midfielders. As Nedved received the ball, he maintained his speed, breaking through Brann''s defense on a clear run.


    A powerful shot sent the ball crashing into Brann''s. In the 27th minute, Millwall led 2-0!


    Brann yers seemed utterly dumbfounded. Millwall switched effortlessly between attack and defense!


    This left Brann''s yers struggling to keep up. From establishing a sessful defense to quickly scoring on the counter-attack, Millwall''s teamwork was simply unbelievable, especially the speed at which they transitioned without pausing on any yer.


    Brann''s coach, Calvinus, was livid on the sidelines, unleashing his frustrations upon his yers. Having conceded two goals at home meant that if they couldn''t score back, their European journey would be all but over.


    Aldrich remained seated on the bench. Truth be told, he hadn''t studied Brann''s match footage beforehand; he didn''t regard it as looking down on his opponent. He simply felt it unnecessary, as Millwall''s strength clearly surpassed that of Brann. He believed that as long as he was cautious tactically, he wouldn''t encounter a catastrophe.


    Had he ordered his yers to go on the offensive from the start, things could have beplicated. No matter what, ying away in Europe required a defend-first, attackter approach.


    Every time Bran''s yers pushed forward aggressively, it seemed like their defensive weaknesses widened. Their attacking moves typically ended just outside the Millwall penalty area, and once they turned around, Millwall''s swift counterattacks left their defense on the brink of copse.


    Larsson seemed to forget his shooting boots today, missing an open shot and sending another over the bar from the left side of the box.


    "Is he intentionally underperforming?"


    Aldrich turned to joke with Benitez.


    It was rare for Benitez to show humor, but he replied, "Could be. Norway''s right next to Sweden, and they were one back a century ago."


    Perhaps it was due to the excessive scoring in the league, but while Millwall had been consistently winning or drawing, Larsson, always starting, had maintained an average of one goal per match, aided by the fact that all penalties were awarded to him. His league tally had reached an impressive number, making him a frontrunner for the Premier League golden boot. The only challenge remaining was to aim for the European golden boot. This year, the European golden boot adopted a points-based assessment which benefitted the mainstream league strikers somewhatpared to previous years. After all, prior to this system, strikers in smaller European leagues could achieve such staggering goal tallies that those in mainstream leagues could only envy.


    Brann''s yers were scrambling between attack and defense, while Millwall appeared far moreposed. Control of the match gradually shifted towards Millwall.


    As the first half progressed, Millwall yers noticed Brann faltering in their attacks, prompting the two full-backs to alternate pushing forward to support. Schneider received the ball on the right and breezed past Brann''s left-back. Instead of crossing to the front, he sent it back to the edge of the penalty area. Nedved deftly flicked the ball with the top of his foot, causing defenders rushing toward him to brake suddenly. The ball was easily redirected to the side, where Back, finding the perfect opportunity, unleashed a long-range shot.


    The quality of the long-range shot was exceptionally high, not just in speed but also in angle.


    With a resounding thud, the ball struck the inner side of the goalpost and ricocheted into the.


    Back raised his fists in excitement. This was his first goal in Europeanpetition, and he was understandably thrilled.


    "Millwall has scored a third goal! The first half isn''t even over yet, but the suspense of progression seems to have dissipated. Brann and Millwall are clearly in different leagues. How did this English team emerge? I''ve never heard of such a strong team from Ennd! Their yers look like they''re all top-tier talents, and Brann simply can''t match them..."


    The Norwegianmentator was feeling utterly defeated and frustrated. If it weren''t for his respect for the hometown team, he might have slipped in ament during the broadcast.


    "Coach Calvinis, your pre-game bravado has onlye halfway to fruition. Sure, in the first leg of the European Cup Winners'' Cup quarter-finals, Bran did put the suspense to rest at home, but going to London for the second leg, your team has no chance of turning it around."


    Bran''s coach Calvinis had slumped down in his seat, his team trailing by three goals with no strategy left. They couldn''t break through, couldn''t defend��should he just give up? Damn it, there''s still a second half to y!


    Damn those Millwall yers��they''re not the same crew that faced Sionst round!

 Chapter 195: Bracing for the Derby

    <h4>Chapter 195: Bracing for the Derby</h4>


    The first leg of the European Cup Winners'' Cup quarter-final at the Bran stadium turned out to be a one-sided match. Bran, ying at home, went into the half with a shocking three-goal deficit. After fifteen minutes into the second half, Aldrich substituted Pirlo for Back and Van Nistelrooy for Trezeguet, which allowed the team to take full control of the midfield andunch an aggressive style of attacking football.


    After the adjustments in midfield, Bran retreated into a full defensive stance in the second half. It was a bit toote for them to pull back; at that point, their defense had already lost its meaning. With the intention of avoiding aplete debacle at home, they could only settle for conceding one less goal.


    Meanwhile, Millwall opted not to push the attack too aggressively, being cautious of injuries. They slowed things down, using quick passes andbinations to carefully find weaknesses in the opponents'' defense.


    It was in the 86th minute when Larsson executed a precise through ball, allowing Nedved to burst into the box. He made his way to the byline before pulling it back into the center. Van Nistelrooy fumbled the first touch and was taken down from behind; he didn''t even get the chance toin to the referee about the foul.Shevchenko arrived at the far post in time to slot the ball into Bran''s.


    In the end, Millwall secured a resounding 4-0 victory away against Bran, putting them on the brink of the semi-finals.


    After the match, Aldrich headed straight for the exit, with no intention of shaking hands with the opposing coach. After all, it wasn''t a hard-and-fast rule, and given the way the other side had belittled his team, he didn''t feel the need to be courteous.


    At the post-match press conference, a reporter from Ennd asked him toment on the match.


    Aldrich paused for a moment and said, "It''s unfortunate that we''re only bringing home a draw from Bran."


    The reporters present were taken aback.


    "Dude, your team just won 4-0 against the opponent!"


    "A draw? Have you lost your mind?"


    Before further questions could be posed, Aldrich suddenly smiled and said, "Well, our youth team lost 1-5 during the day. So with us winning 4-0 in the evening, it''s a total score of 5-5. That means it''s a draw overall."


    The English journalists erupted inughter, while the local reporters looked a bit embarrassed.


    Returning to the main topic, Aldrich answered a few more questions, finally mentioning that in the second leg in London, Millwall would take their opponent seriously and would never give them a chance toe back.


    But most reporters suspected that while Aldrich seemed serious, he would likely let some younger yers gain experience.


    Meanwhile, Nagy, who was in Oslo, Norway, watched the live broadcast of the match at the hotel with the coaches and yers.


    After the game, he turned to the youth yers with a serious expression and said, "Did you see that? You guys embarrassed yourselves in Bergen during the day, but luckily, our first-team yers saved face for the club. You might think, ''They''re all stars; winning is just what they do.'' Let me tell you, that mindset ispletely wrong. You should remind yourselves: they are the present of Millwall, while we are the future. No matter your age, as long as you wear the Millwall jersey, you must shoulder the honor of the club. We are not afraid of losing, but we cannot afford to let a match slip away without putting up a fight. Now go back to your rooms and get some sleep. Rest well, because tomorrow we''re going to have a good match against the youth team from H?nefoss. Then you''ll get a day off to explore the area. The day after, we face the strongest youth team in Norway, Rosenborg. I hope you all can return home with your heads held high instead of being theughingstock."


    The youth yers collectively agreed and returned to their rooms to rest.


    That night, Aldrich and his team boarded a flight back to London.


    Given Millwall''s momentum in the Premier League, their 4-0 triumph over Bran in the European Cup came as no surprise to Fleet Street. The media merely gave a brief mention of the result, while Manchester United''s loud 4-0 win over Porto in the Champions League quarter-finals had one foot already in the semis. This led the British media to sing praises for the Red Devils, as it had been over ten years since an English team made it to the Champions League semi-finals. After a ban from Europeanpetition, it wasn''t until this year that Premier League teams had even the hope of advancing past the group stage. This year, Manchester United not only progressed out of the group but were also on the verge of the final, with just three matches left to contend. A win against Porto in the second leg and two semi-final matches would lead them straight to the final.


    Since losing to Millwall in the first half of the season, Manchester United had not suffered any setback in the league until March, tallying mostly wins. The point gap between them and Millwall had narrowed to just 13 points with nine league matches remaining.


    The gap was set to shrink to 12 points just before thest round of league matches, but while Millwall secured a draw, Manchester United ended up losing to Sundend away, missing the chance to close the gap to 10 points, which made Ferguson''s post-match criticisms lose a bit of their sting.


    This weekend, Millwall was set to host Sundend, who had shocked Manchester United in the previous round.


    To leave more preparation time for the European Cup during April and May, Aldrich nned to use his main squad to wrap up the Premier League title. Therefore, he decided to start his main yers in the match against the newly promoted team, while intending to deploy some substitutes for next week''s FA Cup match.


    In their sh at The Den, Aldrich faced off against Peter Reid.


    The coach was rtively young, at just forty, and he had some proud moments in his coaching career, notably leading Manchester City to surpass Manchester United in league standings a few years back. However, his coaching philosophy seemed tog behind the times, and traditional English ying styles struggled to achieve breakthroughs in the league.


    Sundend needed points to stave off relegation, while Millwall had already developed a strong backbone, leading Manchester United by 13 points, which relieved them of undue pressure.


    When Aldrich saw Sundend''s starting lineup, he was taken aback and turned to Jansen, saying, "Am I mistaken, or is it just me, but do they seem to have a lot of yers I don''t recognize?"


    He usually kept track of the names and characteristics of yers, even on mid-to-lower-team squads. However, among the eleven yers starting for Sundend, he felt at least four faces were quite unfamiliar.


    Jansen also found it puzzling, so he consulted with Benitez, Craig, and other coaches. After confirming, he returned with an answer for Aldrich.


    "Half of them are reserves. They''ve yed less than five times this season."


    Aldrich scratched his head, pondering, "Is this a tactical surprise?"


    If it was, didn''t it seem like there were a few too many unexpected elements?


    He asked Benitez, "What kind of trick is Reid up to?"


    Benitez snorted, "No trick; he''s just preserving strength for the next round to pick up points at home against Nottingham Forest."


    To be honest, Aldridge stillcks the consciousness that a strong man should have.


    Sundend,ing to The Den to face the league''s most formidable team, Millwall?


    What were the chances of them getting points?


    If Reid thought they could just park the bus and scrape a draw, he was sorely underestimating Millwall. Since the early season, the only team toe here and im a victory was Middlesbrough; every other visiting team had walked away with a loss! Plus, Millwall was averaging an impressive 3.6 goals per game.


    If he dares to field his full-strength squad and ends up suffering a heavy defeat, it wouldpletely shatter the morale gained from their hard-fought win against Manchester United in the previous round!


    Their next match would be back in Sundend against Nottingham Forest, who were at the bottom of the table with little hope of avoiding relegation. Therefore, Reid was wise to choose to conserve his strength.


    Aldrich was overthinking this, assuming that even if the opponent fortified their defense, they would at least try to sneak in a counterattack.


    He failed to realize that Millwall had be a team that other clubs feared even before stepping onto the pitch.


    Faced with a Sundend side that seemed cobbled together andcked any team cohesion, Millwall effortlessly imed victory, despite having just returned from Norway earlier in the week.


    Throughout the match, teammates did their utmost to create scoring opportunities for Larsson. On one particr breakaway, Trezeguet opted to pass to the oing Larsson instead of taking the shot himself, allowing Larsson to find the back of the.


    After scoring, Larsson shook his head with a smile toward Trezeguet, who simplyughed and picked him up, clearly unfazed.


    As the final whistle blew, thunderous apuse erupted from the stands. Fans in the south stand held up Larsson''s number 11 jersey, chanting in unison, "European Golden Boot Winner!"


    The final score was 6-0, with Larssonpleting a hat-trick, bringing his league tally to 30 goals.


    The Swedish yer was deeply touched at the match''s conclusion, frequently pping to thank the fans and hugging each teammate. He knew that hitting such goal-scoring heights was not just about his own ability but also owed much to the unselfish support of his teammates.


    Aldrich, on the other hand, remained calm. After the match, he approached Peter Reid. They had been acquainted for about a year since they met at a coaches'' association dinner, where Aldrich had been crowned Premier League Manager of the Year and Reid led Sundend to promotion, earning him the League One Manager of the Year de. They had shared a deep conversation then.


    "Aldrich, congrattions on making history with Millwall''s first league title. Truly impressive."


    "I was just lucky; some big teams slipped up, and my yers performed admirably."


    "Don''t be so modest��it''s hypocritical. I hope we''ll see you again in the Premier League next season."


    "Hey, why the long face? Show some of that spirit you had taking down Manchester United. There are still eight rounds left, and it''s not impossible to avoid relegation."


    "You''re right. See you next season."


    "Yep."


    After chatting for a bit, the two parted ways. As Aldrich walked into the yers'' tunnel, the mixed zone feltckluster; it seemed that Millwall''s wins no longer made great headlines.


    Still, someone tried to poke a hole in the win, asking Aldrich, "Sundend fielded half of their reserve team��that''s basically surrendering. Do you think Millwall''s victory was a little hollow?"


    Aldrich shook his head, chuckling, "I don''t see it that way. I often give a lot of new faces a chance in certain matches as well. A team isn''t just made up of 11 yers or 16 on the roster. Can you depend on just those few to get through an entire season?"Your question is really foolish. If substituting in new yers means the opponent has already surrendered before the match starts, then every time I put a few new faces on the fieldter, wouldn''t that imply Millwall is surrendering too?"


    The questioning reporter was momentarily stumped; the argument held what seemed to be a logical point but did indicate a fundamental difference that he couldn''t refute. He chose not to pursue it further.


    Manchester United won 2-0 against Sheffield Wednesday, and with eight league matches remaining, Millwall still led by 13 points. Ferguson was left weakly criticizing Sundend''s tactics, although he had to concede a bitter truth: Manchester United''s chance of a repeat title was now in jeopardy!


    Even if Manchester United were to win all eight remaining matches, would Millwall really lose five?


    Moreover, Manchester United would be focusing their efforts on the Champions League, while Millwall also had European ambitions but werefortable breezing through their matches. The realpetition was likely only in the semi-finals, and that was still in April, when they could expect to bepletely free from league pressures, while Manchester United would still need to secure a second-ce finish in order to qualify for the Champions League.


    A new week brought two matches for Millwall. The FA Cup quarter-finals kicked off, with Millwall hosting Wimbledon, who had previously eliminated Manchester United.


    This was a local derby, and Wimbledon''s aggressive style of y had seen a resurgence this season, prompting Aldrich to field a strong lineup.


    **Goalkeeper:** Keller


    **Defenders:** Mills, Materazzi, Ferdinand, Zambrotta


    **Midfielders:** Gattuso, Lampard, Back


    **Forwards:** Toni, Van Nistelrooy, Phillips

 Chapter 196: Fighting Spirit

    <h4>Chapter 196: Fighting Spirit</h4>


    Wimbledon is quite the oddity in the Premier League. They are the poorest club in the league, even renting their stadium from Crystal Pce, yet every year, they watch wealthier clubs get relegated while they themselves rarely find themselves embroiled in a relegation battle. This season is no different; theyfortably sit in ninth ce, seven points ahead of tenth-ced Leicester City, presenting a clear divide in the standings. Theoretically, Wimbledon has no worries about relegation, but behind Leicester, ten teams are left battling it out, and aside from Nottingham Forest, which looks destined for relegation, any of the other nine teams could drop down. Among them are names that certainly don''t sound like relegation contenders: Leeds United, ckburn, West Ham, Everton, and others.


    Since Christmas, the suspense surrounding this season''s Premier League champion has waned, but as we approach mid-March, the question of which three teams will face relegation has be the biggest concern. There are simply too many potential relegation candidates, and with the Premier League nning to sign a new broadcasting deal in the summer, rumored to be worth at least twice as much as the contract from five years ago, the battle for survival has intensified.


    Wimbledon, often tipped for relegation, finds themselvespletely at ease this year, now focusing on their quest in the FA Cup.


    This might be tied to their tough, rough style of English football. Many teams can maintain a specific style for a season or two, but it''s rare to find a team that sticks to its approach for a full decade without seeking change. Perhaps it''s this unwavering determination that allows Wimbledon to exist in the Premier League; although they may not aspire for the title, they stand tall among their rivals.


    The FA Cup quarter-final kicked off at the Lion''s Den.


    Less than a minute into the match, Wimbledon''s leader, Vinnie Jones, knocked over Lampard. The referee blew his whistle, signaling a foul. He verbally cautioned Jones but didn''t brandish a card.


    Jones, with a thug''s demeanor, grumbled as he walked back, spitting to the ground in disdain at Lampard''s supposed softness.


    Aldrich, on the sidelines, spread his hands in protest, but rationally, he didn''t believe there was anything wrong with Wimbledon''s style of y.


    You could criticize them for being unambitious, relying on outdated long passes and crosses.


    You could mock them for their rough y, whichcks finesse.


    But there are no fixed standards in football; some yers are poets, while others are battering rams.


    Wimbledon''s blue-cor troops might not showcase beautiful football, yet they have firmly established themselves in the Premier League. No one can expect to win easily against them.


    It''s precisely this fearless and tough spirit that allows them to flout the rules of football''s capitalist game, thriving in the top league despite their dire financial situation.


    Faced with this group of muscle-bound fighters, Aldrich felt a twinge of apprehension, reluctant to send out his key yers to engage in a physical battle. He worried his team woulde away battered; furthermore, their usual passing andbination y might not be the best strategy against Wimbledon.


    While Wimbledon yed long balls, Millwall would do the same today.


    In the midfield, the tenacious duo of Back and Lampard controlled the game, transitioning seamlessly between attack and defense. They surged forward when on the offensive and engaged fiercely in defense.


    With three forwards, Toni stands as the key yer up front, while Van Nistelrooy is the sneaky predator in the penalty area. Behind them, there''s Phillips, who ys unpredictably and can surprise everyone with a sh of genius. Their offensive strategy involves building up y through the center, while the wing-backs are constantly swinging the ball into the box.


    The first half unfolded with a rhythm of physicality��tackles, falls, and confrontations. In Wimbledon''s penalty area, chaos reigned.


    One gets the impression that the opponents are not rational yers but a pack of wild rhinos. Amidst the crowded fray, their defensive patterns are elusive, yet the intimidating force of their reckless charge is undeniable.


    Wimbledon executed their tactics with precision; being the away team, they aimed to hold firm.


    If they could hold a draw, they''d have another crack at it. After all, they were short on cash; every extra match meant more ticket sales and broadcast revenue.


    This was a test of willpower: Millwall yers couldn''t show fear, and they had to keep their belief in victory; otherwise, they might fall victim to their opponents.


    The struggle was fierce. Wimbledon resorted to foul tactics outside the box, blocking long-range shots with their bodies. As Millwall bombarded the area with high balls, their yers often found themselves on the ground after collisions, while Wimbledon''s yers typically fell due to the ball striking their bodies.


    The fans in the stands were thoroughly enjoying the match, with Lions'' supporters bearing no animosity towards the Crazy Gang. In fact, they respected their spirit, not caring whether their y was rough or refined, just as long as they yed like real men.


    By halftime, six Wimbledon yers had received yellow cards, yet they held on to a draw.


    In the locker room during the break, Aldrich observed his yers, who were grumbling and dissatisfied. Once the atmosphere calmed down, he turned to Lampard and asked, "Are you angry?"


    Lampard replied indignantly, "Why wouldn''t I be? They y as if they''re not even footballers."


    He had been knocked down at least three times in the first half and was on the verge of engaging in a physical confrontation with the opponents.


    Aldrich looked at the others and asked Materazzi, "What about you? Are you angry?"


    Materazzi shrugged, saying, "There''s nothing to be angry about. It''s pretty normal."


    He had seen plenty of such scenes during his time in Italy''s lower leagues.


    In reality, there''s no absolute standard of "clean or dirty" on the pitch. As long as there''s no corrupt officiating and the opponentsmit fouls, yers will receive cards��two yellow cards convert to one red card, or a direct red card can be shown right away. These rules govern yer behavior.


    "I have a paradoxical feeling that you all have started treating football like a gentleman''s game. Perhaps you think ying football should reflect our tactical style, focusing on teamwork and showcasing individual skills, almost as if you''re a chorus of singersing together to create a glorious symphony."


    Aldrich spoke casually, and the yers stared at him, some showing signs of contemtion.


    "That''s true; it''s our pursuit, but we can''t impose our ideals as the standard on others. When faced with opponents who y contrary to our philosophy, we can''t justin. You can''t say Wimbledon isn''t ying football. They''re striving to showcase their unique style, distinct from ours. We should respect that, confront them with a clear mind, and seek to defeat them. At least, I don''t look down on them. I have great respect for their coach. Why? Because I''m lucky; I get to coach you talented yers. You''re strong as a unit. In terms of footballing talent, the Wimbledon yers can''tpare to you, but look at where they rank on the table. And think about who eliminated Manchester United? They''vee together to y their style of football, and that''s what has made them strong. That''smendable."


    The yers pondered his words. After about two minutes, Aldrich smiled and asked, "Is anyone still angry?"


    Lampard was the first to shake his head, and soon others followed suit.


    Aldrich continued, "So, what should we do in the second half?"


    "Beat them!"


    "Great, now let''s talk about adjustments for the second half."


    Aldrichpleted the halftime adjustments in just three minutes and sent the yers back onto the pitch.


    In reality, his adjustments were minimal; it was primarily about having Lampard and Back interchange prating runs into the box to disrupt the opponent''s defense and making slight tweaks to the crossing strategy.


    The two teams resumed y in the second half.


    Wimbledon maintained their irond defensive stance. Their offensive tactics were rather simple; they could only rely on set pieces, as theycked speedy forwards and were hesitant to press forward. Even their chances from set pieces were few and far between.


    The match continued in a stalemate. Aldrich paced along the sidelines, and as the clock hit the 75th minute, he decided to sub in another midfielder to increase their offensive coverage.


    With the penalty area crowded, adding another forward wouldn''t make much difference.


    Just as he was about to call in Nedved to warm up, the tide of the game changed dramatically. Zambrotta made a long diagonal pass into the box, and Toni managed to get to the far post, flicking the ball back toward the goal. Back leaped high, connecting with a header.


    The Wimbledon goalkeeper instinctively dove to save, miraculously getting a hand onto the ball!


    But with so many bodies in front of him, the ball ricocheted off someone and bounced back into the.


    "It''s in! After 76 minutes of relentless assault, Millwall has scored! Oh, wait, it''s not a Millwall yer who got the goal; it''s an own goal from a Wimbledon yer! The goalkeeper made a world-ss save, but a teammate inadvertently redirected the ball back into their own. With just fifteen minutes remaining, Wimbledon thought they had a draw in hand��unexpectedly, they made a costly mistake, and Millwall leads 1-0! They now have one foot in the FA Cup semi-finals."


    Aldrich exhaled in relief on the sidelines after the goal, signaling to his yers. After their celebration, they exchanged tactical instructions from the coach.


    Next, they need to bnce the formation a bit.


    Wimbledon was desperate to avoid losing and retaliated with a fierce counterattack. However, Millwall''s defenders stood firm against the physical pressure. Ferdinand, in the heat of the battles, showcased his leadership by clearing long balls with powerful headers.


    As Wimbledon pushed forward, their defensive shape quicklypressed, leavingrger gaps in their backline. In the final five minutes, yet another long ball was thwarted by Millwall. Lampard, deep in his own half,unched a long pass forward.


    Toni positioned himself up front, physically blocking the Wimbledon defenders during a fierce challenge. The ball dropped, but neither yer managed to touch it. As the ball rebounded away from Toni, Phillips sprinted in from behind them, expertly controlling the ball as itnded before driving straight towards the opponent''s goal.


    Facing the advancing goalkeeper, Phillips calmly slotted the ball into the lower right corner of the, sealing the victory for Millwall.


    Millwall''s yers rushed to celebrate, while the Wimbledon squad stood dejectedly, heads hanging low, hands on their hips in disappointment.


    On the sidelines, Audridge was pping, and half of his apuse was meant for Wimbledon.


    At least this rough-and-tumble team possessed a unique spirit. Even if they weren''t particrly strong, a club with such character deserves respect.


    Many famous clubs invoke vivid ideas of their spirit and ethos, and although very few Wimbledon yers have gained recognition, mention the club''s name, and everyone knows what they represent. Even if most people don''t admire them, considering their circumstances, it''s trulymendable.


    The final score remained 2-0, and Millwall pressed on,peting fiercely on three fronts: the league, the FA Cup, and the Cup Winners'' Cup. They were entering the crucial sprint towards the triple crown.


    The identity of their FA Cup semi-final opponent was revealed the following day��Middlesbrough, who had ended Millwall''s two-year unbeaten streak at home earlier in the season. However, they already avenged that loss in thetter half of the league campaign, beating Middlesbrough by three goals at Riverside Stadium. Now, the two teams were set to meet again in the FA Cup semi-finals.

 Chapter 197: A Report as Heavy as a Mountain

    <h4>Chapter 197: A Report as Heavy as a Mountain</h4>


    Millwall was on track for a triple crown, and the atmosphere within the team was excellent. Substitute yers were getting more chances to shine in matches, while the key yers were preparing diligently for the crucial battles ahead. During this period, Aldrich remained focused and serious in training, pleased with the team''s form. He felt nostalgic about this rtively simpler time, where yers were dedicated solely to football without any hidden agendas. However, he couldn''t help but wonder how long this blissful phase wouldst.


    Among the yers, Aldrich was particrly concerned about one who had been out of the fans'' sight for nearly a year: Lucas Neill.


    In March, Neill finally returned to the training ground. As the head coach, Aldrich felt a deep sense of remorse and sympathy for him. Spending a year recovering from injury had cost Neill precious time��his skills hadn''t improved, and even his physical condition had regressed.


    Fate is unpredictable; sometimes one has to sigh about the whims of life. A year ago, he was the starting full-back, and now it seemed he couldn''t even make the bench.


    Capdev had quickly risen to im the starting position, while Zambrotta shared ying time with him. Thepetition between the two was fierce, and Aldrich adjusted their usage ording to tactical needs. When the emphasis was on attack, he favored the more skillful and tactically aware Capdev. Conversely, when it was about defense, he chose Zambrotta for his toughness.


    On the right side, Schneider firmly held the starting position, with Mills unable to shake that status due to his inconsistent performance. Regardless, the four full-backs clearly outperformed the recently recovered Neill.


    As a result, Aldrich showed Neill more patience and attention during training, designing tailored training programs specifically for him. Still, Aldrich felt guilty. Neill''seback was a bitte; even if he yed in the remaining league matches this season, he wouldn''t meet the minimum number of appearances required for a championship medal.


    Privately, Aldrich had discussed with Neill the possibility of having him as a substitute in thest eight fixtures, ying ten to twenty minutes per game, then applying to the FA for a medal at the end of the season.


    To Aldrich''s surprise, Neill declined.


    The young Australian seemed to have matured considerably in the past year following his severe injury. The yful scenes of him joking around with teammates were no longer present. Now, at neen, he sported a stubbly beard, looking more like a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old.


    His serious injury had robbed him of his youth and hampered his skill development, while it had also weakened his physical capabilities. But, surprisingly, it had forged an unyielding will that few could imagine.


    He was always the first to arrive at training and thest to leave. If he wasn''t on the training field, he could be found in the gym, silently striving to make up for lost time, pouring sweat to fill the gap left by the past year.


    Over the past year, Aldrich had visited Neill at least twice a month and had begun designing a light training program for him six months ago. Because of this, Neill feltfortable discussing anything with Aldrich.


    He spoke candidly, saying, "This year''s championship for Millwall is not connected to me; I don''t deserve a championship medal!"


    Objectively speaking, his statement was fair.


    From an external perspective, it was clear that few would consider Neill to have made any contribution to Millwall''s league title.


    Aldrich''s proposal was driven purely by goodwill; he couldn''t be as cold-hearted as an observer, especially when it came to his own yers.


    Still, Neill appreciated Aldrich''s concern but had his own pride.


    He even countered Aldrich with the coach''s earlier bold promations: "I''m not here to just collect a championship title."


    Like David Batty, who rejected his Premier League champion medal due to his injury and minimal ying time while at ckburn two years ago, Neill valued honor and wanted to rightfully earn it.


    In response, Aldrich could only continue encouraging and supporting Neill while urging him not to overtrain and push his body too far.


    Aldrich admired Neill''s determination. Before the weekend league match, he was in his office contemting the summer renewal ns for yers.


    Veterans and key yers like Larsson, Nedved, Southgate, Makelele, Schneider, and Trezeguet definitely needed pay raises and contract renewals.


    Additionally, yers like Pirlo, Shevchenko, and Capdev, who had solidified their positions this season, would also need contract updates, and their sries would rank in the third tier of the team.


    Aldrich envisioned a sry structure resembling a pyramid.


    At the top were the three captains: Southgate, Nedved, and Larsson.


    Not only did their status as team leaders matter, but it also reflected his approach of not focusing solely on attacking yers, ensuring representation from all areas of the pitch. Moreover, they had the longest tenure with the club, which indicated their loyalty. Aldrich nned to include loyalty uses in the new contracts as well.


    For instance, if Nedved yed for the club for more than five years, he would receive an annual bonus of one hundred thousand pounds in his sixth year, and if he surpassed ten years, that would increase to one hundred fifty thousand pounds annually. If he retired at the club, Millwall would offer him a loyalty bonus of five hundred thousand pounds on the day of his retirement!


    Although discussing money felt trivial, the trend of capitalizing on football was evident, and the rising financial stakes served as solid evidence.


    Millwall might not be able to offer the highest wages in the Premier League, but Aldrich had yed his cards carefully in the contracts. The loyalty use was one of them. If Nedved remained at the club, he could earn an extra one hundred thousand pounds as a bonus in 2000, which seemed insignificant; after all, if he transferred, other clubs would likely offer him higher signing bonuses and inted wages. However, introducing such a use now would undoubtedly be very appealing.


    Even if it makes him look more like a merchant, how can football, a great sport, depend on money to attract yers? Isn''t this a slight against the loyalty of yers like Nedv��d?


    But Aldrich had no choice. He had to leverage the future of the club. On top of that, he didn''t want to undermine the yers'' worth. If he were merely a businessman, he''d hope every yer would want to renew their contract without a raise, like Gerrard... but that''s disheartening, isn''t it? How could he possibly attract more quality yers here?


    yers in the second sry tier would have sries that reflected their tenure and status within the team, such as Makelele, Butte, Schneider, and Trezeguet. Their pay wouldn''t differ greatly from those in tier one.


    In the third category are standout young talents and key substitutes, like El, Materazzi, Pirlo, Shevchenko, and Capdev.


    Below them would be the rest of the yers.


    Aldrich aimed to construct a healthy sry structure, as the tiered approach would allow yers to rise based on their performance on the field and their loyalty to the club.


    He adjusted Neil''s contract to the third tier. Given Neil''s current ability and condition, he would normally be at the bottom tier. But after all, Neil is a veteran of Millwall, even if he''s still quite young. His experience speaks for itself; he''s not living off past glories at the club. Instead, he''s actively working to regain his form and improve his skills. He remains an important part of the club''s future ns. Aldrich can''t let him down and needs to show other yers how Millwall treats a yer who''s been injured for a year��with unwavering support!


    After Aldrich rified the general sry structure, he printed the document, ready to share it with Adam, while the specific details of the contracts would be handled by others.


    Just then, Dr. Thompson, the head of the medical department, knocked on his office door.


    Aldrich nced at the time; it was already 7:40 PM. He had lost track of time in his work, not realizing someone was still there.


    "Doctor, haven''t you left yet?"


    Aldrich had be ustomed to addressing him as "Dr.," a term of respect in Britain, where it was rare to meet someone with such a title. Earning that designation was tenfold more difficult than graduating from a prestigious school.


    Thompson sat down with a report in hand, his expression somber. He remained silent, causing Aldrich''s heart to sink.


    When a doctores to you with a grim face, most people sense that the news won''t be good.


    Thompson adjusted his sses and finally spoke with difficulty, "Mr. Hall, I''m very sorry, but we have a yer with health issues, and unfortunately, we can''t pinpoint the cause."


    Aldrich raised his hand to request the report Thompson was holding. When he received it, he opened it and felt his face turn pale.


    Dean Richards.


    This center-back had yed a few matches earlier this year, but he hadn''t been on the field since the New Year due to difort during training. Out of caution, Aldrich had advised him to rest and get checked.


    The medical department had dyed sending his examination report. As time went on, every time Aldrich inquired, he received vague responses��only that the detailed report hadn''t beenpleted.


    "What''s actually going on?"


    Thompson replied hesitantly, "We don''t know. He initially only felt dizzy and recovered after some rest. However, out of caution, we conducted further examinations and discovered irregrities in his brain, particrly after intense exertion. Initially, we thought it might have been too many headers causing it, but that doesn''t seem to be the case, as he felt unwell only after two training sessions in the past three months. The symptoms were dizziness and nausea, which didn''t significantly affect his training or matches. The problem is, we can''t predict when he might experience it again."


    Aldrich frowned, deep in thought. He had initially brought Richards to the team because he remembered him as a fierce center-back who had once yed for Tottenham, but he had gradually vanished from sight. Aldrich hadn''t cared to track where he had gone; after all, as a former fan, his attention had been primarily on the top leagues.


    "You can''t find the cause?"


    Thompson shook his head, feeling embarrassed about the situation.


    "Although we haven''t pinpointed the cause, our rmendation is that he must refrain from engaging in intense physical activity. Until we understand what''s wrong, any exacerbation of this irregr condition could potentially endanger his health."


    Aldrich propped his chin in his hand, pondering. Thompson continued, "Mr. Hall, I know the club paid to bring Richards here and gave him a decent sry, but first and foremost, he is a person, then a yer. If the club insists on having him engage in the rigorous demands of football and it results in irreversible consequences, that would be an unforgivable act by society."


    Aldrich waved his hand. "I understand. I''m just considering how to talk to him. I don''t want to be the one to deliver such news. You may notprehend this, but for many yers, football is their life; it''s not just about ideals but their means of survival."


    Thompson paused for a moment and then nodded. "If you can think of it this way, I''ll be relieved. Additionally, I hope the club will allow Richards to stay within the medical department. We''ll try to monitor and observe his condition as closely as possible. Even if we can''t find a permanent solution, at least he''ll receive the best care."


    After Aldrich sighed in agreement, he held the medical report tightly, feeling its weight heavier than a mountain.

 Chapter 198: A Heartbreaking Farewell

    <h4>Chapter 198: A Heartbreaking Farewell</h4>


    In a quietmunity in East London, Dean Richards and his wife, Samantha, lived in one of the apartments. When he arrived at Millwall, the club''s facilities were still under construction. He didn''t choose the free amodation offered by the club; instead, he saved up money, hoping to eventually move to a more upscale neighborhood with his wife.


    After dinner, while Samantha was washing the dishes, Richards sat on the sofa watching TV, feeling increasingly down.


    This year, his opportunities to y had dwindled. Just when he thought he would finally get his chance due to the team''s rotation, he had an unexpected dizzy spell after training and found himself visiting the medical staff, which resulted in him not even making it onto the substitutes'' bench.


    He deeply regretted listening to those doctors who advised him against ying while they awaited medical reports.


    Inside, he felt incredibly frustrated; it''s just a dizzy spell, isn''t it? That''s normal, right? It only meant he was training too hard.


    But regardless of how hard the other yers trained, they would feel exhausted afterward, while he felt dizzy. After a gap of two and a half months, he started experiencing vomiting as well, but Richards didn''t think it was a big deal. Such things weren''t umon on the field.


    When Aldrich calmly knocked on his door, Richards was taken aback. The head coach personally visiting him at this hour surely meant they needed to discuss something significant. His immediate thought was: I''m going to be sold!


    After all, hispetition in the central defender position was performing better and better. Elgar was the first choice for a backup, followed by Materazzi. Now, he had fallen topeting with that kid Ferdinand.


    Could this mean the end of his time at Millwall?


    Samantha poured Aldrich a ss of water, and after he sat down, a long silence stretched between them as he took in the simple surroundings of their apartment. After a while, he spoke softly, "Dean, can we talk privately?"


    Richards pessimistically thought: It''s true; they are going to sell me!


    Samantha must have thought the same; her mood instantly sank, and with a worried look, she retreated to the bedroom.


    Neither of them wanted to leave. Richards was convinced that staying at Millwall could lead to a bright future. If only the head coach would give him a chance, he knew his performance on the field would earn the trust of everyone��his coach, his teammates, and the fans!


    Aldrich was at a loss for words, but Richards took the initiative, saying, "Are you selling me, boss? If that''s true, just let me know. I can take it."


    Aldrich gave a sad smile when he heard those words, and then he fell silent.


    Another lengthy silence followed. Aldrich handed him the medical report and said gently, "Dean, for the past few months, you''ve felt unwell after training, and after tests, the doctors have found you''ve contracted a rare illness that we can''t seem to treat. Their rmendation is for you to temporarily stop training andpeting. If they can cure you quickly, you''ll be able to return to the field. If not, I''ve prepared a new contract for you; you can stay with the club in a non-ying role or transition to coaching. The club will cover all your medical care, so you won''t have to worry about costs."


    Richards stood there in shock, then frantically flipped through the medical report in his hands, brimming with professional jargon and test data he couldn''t make sense of. Aldrich couldn''t understand it either, but at the end, the doctor''s diagnosis was written in innguage, rmending that he cease any strenuous activity due to the symptoms urring during or after intense exercise.


    "I don''t believe it! This is a lie! This is part of those bastards'' conspiracy! They want to ruin me!"


    Richards shouted, losing control of his emotions as he tore the report to shreds.


    He was just two and a half months away from turning 23, stepping into the prime of his ying career, and this stage was vital for him!


    However, this sudden blow caused him to lose all rationality.


    Aldrich rose and tightly embraced the frenzied Richards, heartbroken as he urged, "Dean, don''t do this, calm down, just calm down."


    Samantha heard themotion from the bedroom and rushed out, only to see Richards in Aldrich''s arms, tears streaming down his face as he cried like a child.


    "Boss, this is not true! This is impossible! I am not sick, I can still y football! I can still y football!!"


    "Boss, this must be a misdiagnosis. I can''t believe it! I''m going to a better hospital for advice. I will definitely be able to y football again..."


    What does not ying football mean to him?


    It would strip his life of all meaning and take away the main source of ie for their newly formed young family.


    The beautiful life he and his wife dreamed of was about to take an unpredictable turn.


    Aldrich would rather not believe this was true either, but Thompson had dragged his feet for three months before finally presenting the report to Aldrich. They had verified it from multiple sources and consulted renowned doctors in Ennd, even personally flying to the U.S. to speak with top specialists for pathology assessments. Yet the conclusion remained that it was a rare illness.


    There are many types of diseases; some are immediate, where symptoms lead to quick diagnoses, while others are chronic. Richards'' symptoms seemed trivial, things typical yers would brush off, thinking some rest would take care of it. But that didn''t mean his body was healthy. Perhaps the disease had a longer incubation period, slowlypromising his health. By the time severe symptoms emerged, it could be toote to save him.


    Aldrich continually reassured Richards to help him stay calm and adopt a positive mindset in facing this sudden change.


    Yet, his words seemed so weak and empty. From where he stood as an observer, he felt a deep ache within, but he couldn''t truly feel the pain the other person was going through. His attempts atforting were, in the end, quite meaningless.


    After Samantha learned of the situation, tears immediately filled her eyes. Aldrich stayed with the young couple through the night, sitting in silence.


    The next day, Aldrich informed Richards'' family and arranged for a new medical checkup for him. No matter what, Richards needed to be fully aware of his health condition, as that knowledge would always be more persuasive than anyone else''s words.


    That afternoon, Aldrich, having had a sleepless night, appeared with bloodshot eyes and a furrowed brow as he directed the team from the sideline during their Premier League match.


    They were away against the relegation-threatened Coventry. The team seemed to be affected by Aldrich''sckluster energy. Coventry scored a goal in the first half, while in the second half, amidst relentless pressure, they earned a penalty. Larsson stepped up and scored, helping the team secure a draw.


    In a concurrent match, Manchester United defeated Everton 2-0 at home, reducing the point gap between the two teams to just 11 points.


    With seven rounds of league y remaining, Millwall would face Manchester United in a direct confrontation two matches from now. Ferguson, not willing to give up, was again pushing for a new title.


    Aldrich impatiently responded to the buzz about Manchester United''seback possibilities, saying, "Do they honestly think they can win the championship? Let them keep dreaming."


    The yers within Millwall began to pick up on Aldrich''s unusual demeanor.


    Over the next week, the atmosphere at Millwall''s training ground felt stifling. Everyone wanted to know where Richards was and why Aldrich looked so gloomy.


    In the midweek match at Wembley, Aldrich fielded a team of substitutes against Norway''s Brann, as they held a four-goal advantage from the first leg. Brann began to acknowledge Millwall''s strength, making for ackluster return fixture. Millwall scraped through with a narrow victory to book their ce in the semi-finals.


    Before the weekend league match, the draw for the UEFA Cup had been announced, and Millwall was set to face a formidable opponent.


    The defending champions: Paris Saint-Germain.


    Aldrich didn''t seem fazed; after all, whoever it was, they had to be unafraid to face all challengers if they wanted to win the title.


    That weekend, they would host the League Cup champions, Leicester City.


    Under Martin O''Neill, newly promoted Leicester City had been performing exceptionally well, achieving promotion within six months of taking over, and early in their Premier League debut, they secured enough points to ensure survival, also winning the League Cup��this young manager, mentored by Brian Clough, had made a sensational impact.


    The day before the sh with Leicester City, Aldrich gathered all the yers at the training ground, with Richards standing beside him in a suit.


    The entire team looked on curiously at Richards.


    What''s with the suit?


    Once everyone had arrived, Aldrich gestured for Richards to step forward. Facing his teammates, he struggled to keep his tone calm.


    "I''m really sorry, guys, that I can''t be on the court with you anymore."


    "Why? Do you want to transfer?"


    Materazzi asked bluntly. He and Richards are a close bench duo, and their team rtionship has always been strong.


    Ultimately unable to control his emotions, tears welled in Richards'' eyes as he shook his head, choking on words, "No, I... I have a rare illness, and I can''t y anymore. But I will stay here. The boss will guide me to be a coach. That will also be good. When I join the first-team coaching staff, you will have to listen to me, haha, ha..."


    As he concluded, he forced a smile, two streams of tears rolling down to drip onto the grass below.


    All the yers were left astonished.


    Materazzi stepped forward and wrapped Richards in a tight embrace. Richards finally lost control, bursting into tears while surrounded by all his teammates.


    Aldrich turned away, closing his eyes to suppress his own tears.


    The next morning, Millwall held a press conference where Aldrich announced that Dean Richards was temporarily stepping away from the pitch due to health reasons.


    He didn''t explicitly say that Richards would be retiring, yet if the rare illness couldn''t be cured within the next two to three years, it was clear Richards would never have the chance to return to the top level.


    The news sent shockwaves through English football.


    Though Dean Richards was a substitute at Millwall, his performances had caught the attention of insiders. Given his youth, the media even spected that if he received stable ying opportunities and continued to improve, in four or five years, as the likes of Adams aged into the twilight of their careers, Richards could be an important figure on Ennd''s next generation of defense.


    Yet no one expected this promising central defender would see his careere to an end before turning 23. Aldrich''s usage of "temporarily stepping away" at the press conference couldn''t mask the prevailing belief that Richards had likely lost the chance to be a top yer.


    In the time that followed, details of Richards'' departure from the pitch due to "health reasons" emerged,menting how fate had deprived talent. Meanwhile,mendations poured in for Millwall''s humane management practices; Richards'' illness was merely a symptom, and no one could guarantee that football wouldn''t impact his health, but Millwall chose not to risk their yers'' well-being.


    Richards subsequently remained at the club as a coach, starting with the youth team. After two and a half years, he finally discovered the cause of his illness and underwent eight months of treatment in the U.S. following his recovery. However, he could only announce his permanent retirement from the pitch and continued to serve as a coach at Millwall.

 Chapter 199: Cheers for Dean

    <h4>Chapter 199: Cheers for Dean</h4>


    The Premier League''s 32nd round of matches kicked off at the Den.


    Leicester City had secured their ce in the league without any worries, and after winning the League Cup in early March, their yers were feeling a bit too rxed. Martin O''Neill didn''t want to put too much pressure on his team, especially since they were facing Millwall, the strongest team in the league.Although it was Millwall that Leicester City had knocked out of the League Cup, that match had primarily seen Millwall field a team of young yers.


    In the past, the atmosphere in the stands was always the loudest in the South Stand, but today was different. Fans were holding up banners all around the stadium.


    "Dean, keep going!"


    "Forever a Lion: Dean!"


    "We''re with you!"


    The fans were disheartened to learn that Dean Richards was sidelined due to a strange illness. Richards was an impressive yer, having helped Millwall rise from the Championship to the Premier League, and withst year''s achievements of two trophies and a runner-up ce, he had yed over fifty matches for the club. Every Millwall fan firmly believed that Richards would be a reliable central defender in the team''s future.


    From the very first minute of the match, Millwall yed with great intensity, their yers full of spirit and entirely focused on the game.


    Leicester City, looking a bit too rxed, quickly faced the consequences.


    Larsson had be exceptionally elusive with his runs, earning the nickname "the Phantom" from Fleet Street. His ability to exploit the gaps between full-backs and center-backs was now nothing short of remarkable. As soon as there was any space in the defensive line, he would pounce, ready for his instinctive teammates to deliver the ball right to his feet.


    In just the ninth minute, it was Larsson''s clever positioning that paid off. He made a darting run from the left nk into the heart of Leicester''s defense, and Nedved''s perfectly timed through ball sliced through the back line.


    Everyone expected the prolific forward, who had already scored 31 league goals, to take a shot himself as he faced the advancing goalkeeper. Instead, Larsson chose to square the ball across the area, and Trezeguet was on hand to finish it into the empty.


    After scoring, Trezeguet ran to the sidelines, took off his jersey, and revealed a white undershirt with "Dean. Keep going!" boldly written across the front.


    His teammates rushed over to stand beside him, pointing at Trezeguet''s message and raising their fists in solidarity.


    Sincest year, FIFA had imposed a rule against shirt removal which meant Trezeguet received a yellow card for his actions, but he couldn''t care less.


    Aldrich stood up to apud the team''s performance but quickly took his seat again.


    Benitez, ever the academic, was taking notes. Noticing Leicester City showed little determination to win, he turned to Aldrich for a chat.


    "I''m interested to know why Trezeguet is such a key yer for the team."


    "Why do you want to know?"


    "Because he doesn''t seem that special��his technical skills and speed aren''t anything to write home about. If you put it next to Toni, I think Toni would outshine him in ymaking because he''s physically built to challenge any Premier League center-back in the box."


    Aldrich rested his chin on his hand and replied, "He ys at the front, so raw speed isn''t everything. Beating the offside trap relies on awareness and explosive eleration. As for his technical skills, it''s true that David has a high error rate with forward passes and doesn''t provide those shy moments like brilliant dribbles leading to goals, but his positioning in front of goal, off-the-ball movements, and ability to create space at crucial moments in the box are top-notch. When he focuses on what he does best, he bes Millwall''s most suitable forward. For example, right now, he wouldn''t attempt through balls��those aren''t his strength��but his ability toy off the ball is improving, providing Pavel with more opportunities. Also, I have a statistic at home that might interest you."


    "What kind of statistic?"


    "Scoring rates and shot uracy for forwards. You might not believe it, but the scouting reports from our analysts indicate that Trezeguet is one of the most efficient forwards in the Premier League. He may not be the one scoring the most goals, but do you know how many of his ten shots hit the target?"


    "..."


    "Seven."


    "Seventy percent uracy?"


    "Exactly! And do you know how many of those ten shots usually result in goals?"


    "Er, maybe two?"


    "Double that��four. So if he has three shots in a match, he''s likely to score at least once."


    Benitez pondered this for a moment and said, "I thought your focus on wing yers'' scoring might be why he doesn''t stand out, but it actually increases his efficiency."


    Aldrich replied, "David takes the fewest shots among Premier League forwards, yet he has the highest efficiency. When Millwall struggled in matches, critics would say he was invisible on the field. Those assessments usuallye from people who haven''t been to a live game; they only watch broadcasts or reys and fail to see the impact he has on Millwall''s y. His contributions might not appear on camera, but he constantly works to stretch the opponent''s defense and create space for his teammates. When he does appear in front of goal, it''s typically in the critical moment where he makes it count. When the threat from the wingers surpasses that of the center forward, defenders shift their focus towards stopping them. This shift allows David to have more opportunity to score; thus, he posts an incredibly high efficiency."


    The potency of Millwall''s front linees from how they creatively generate opportunities through varying threats.


    As the match reached the 26th minute, the entire crowd rose in solemn silence, apuding continuously for a full minute.


    Dean Richards wore the number 26, and the fans spontaneously turned this into a heartfelt prayer and blessing for him.


    Aldrich joined the moment, standing to apud, with other coaches and substitute yers following suit.


    The camera panned across the stadium as thementators expressed their awe.


    Millwall had produced countless ssic matches this season, including double victories over Arsenal, double victories over Liverpool, and a stunning six-goal thrashing of Manchester United away. They had created many unforgettable moments, and today they were crafting yet another emotional Chapter.


    Just three minutes after the apuse faded, Schneider delivered a pinpoint diagonal pass from the right side into the box, where Larsson timed his leap perfectly to head the ball into the, extending the score to 2-0.


    After scoring, Larsson signaled to his teammates not to block him and ran towards the substitutes'' bench, catching the jersey that Materazzi tossed to him and holding it high above his head.


    It was the number 26 jersey belonging to Richards.


    The apuse at the Den erupted once more and showed no signs of stopping.


    Fans were deeply moved.


    They found it hard to believe just how united their Lions were at this moment.


    Having witnessed the disintegration of ckburn''s mercenary squad, they feared that Millwall''s yers might scatter after achieving sess. But seeing their heartwarming actions on the pitch made the fans believe that these yers loved their team, cherished their teammates, and would stay and fight together.


    While Leicester City didn''t seem very motivated, Millwall was fired up for the game. and they also wanted to honor Dean Richards through their performance. This gave them immense drive over the full ny minutes.


    In the second half, Shevchenko scored twice, sealing the score at 4-0.


    After the match, Aldrich invited Martin O''Neill to his office for a small gathering.


    Aldrich congratted O''Neill on winning the League Cup, and O''Neill reciprocated with wishes for Millwall to win the Premier League.


    "Aldrich, sell me a yer next season."


    Taken aback by this request, Aldrich replied, "Is Leicester City going public before the summer transfer window? Otherwise, how can you afford to pay a high price for my yers?"


    It was a time of frenzy as Premier League clubs sought to go public; investors were eager to profit through various means, such as listing their clubs and diluting equity. Many had made tens of millions of pounds in profit within three years, with clubs like Everton, Aston Vi, and Manchester United leading the charge.


    There were also rumors that Leicester City was preparing to go public, but nothing substantial hade to fruition.


    Martin O''Neill shook his head and said, "We obviously can''t afford your key yers, but I''m interested in one of your substitutes."


    "Who are we talking about? Is it Gronkjaer?"


    "No, not him. You already saidst time that he''s not going anywhere, not even on loan. I''m talking about that Italian striker."


    "Luca Toni?"


    "Yep. I''ve looked into Millwall''s roster, and besides the primary striker Trezeguet, your usual substitute is that Dutchd. If you don''t give that Italian a lot of game time, he''ll waste away at Millwall. He needs experience to develop as a striker."


    Aldrich sighed slightly.


    O''Neill was right; strikers like Toni needed plenty of match experience to improve their ability topete physically in the box. Otherwise, he could end up being a wasted talent.


    "How would you use him?"


    "If he joins my squad, I''ll build a strategy around him."


    They chatted for a while more. O''Neill''s coaching philosophy was straightforward: solid defense and quick counterattacks. However, relying solely on this approach wouldn''t work��it risked being too monotonous. Besides, as their strength increased, what if they had to defend against teams that were stronger?


    Toni''s physical strength allowed him to hold his ground in the box and receive the ball with his back to goal, whether they wanted to use direct y or prate through the middle; his presence would be significant. Aldrichpared him to Makelele, saying he was a yer with definitive characteristics whose role was clear.


    "But I don''t want to sell him."


    Aldrich has been a bit money-conscioustely, especially with the club''s hefty debt of around ��200 million tied to the new stadium and his brother''s loans.


    O''Neill chuckled, saying, "If you don''t sell him, he''ll just rot on Millwall''s bench, and when you finally want to sell him, you won''t be able to."


    "Alright, I''ll loan him to you for half a season to see how it goes. Honestly, if I sold him outright, he might not even want to join Leicester City."


    "You''re being crafty. I help you train the yer, and in the end, hees back from the loan, ruining the tactical system I worked so hard to build?"


    "This is my n: let him y for Leicester City for half a season. If he does well and you''re satisfied, then we can extend the loan for another half season. Come next summer, if he''s willing to move, I''d be sure that sending him to you would be the right decision. Then we can sit down and discuss the transfer."


    O''Neill stared at Aldrich for a while before shaking his head with a wry smile. "In the end, you just don''t want to lose out. If he performs well on my side, we''ll negotiate a transfer next summer. Will the price be the same as this summer?"


    Aldrich spoke seriously, "You should think about it this way: if you spend money to bring him in this summer and he doesn''t adapt to Leicester City, that''s a failed transfer. Starting with a loan at least gives you some reassurance. Even if you have to spend a little more next summer, it would feel right��and the value would be justified. Buying him outright this summer is a bit of a gamble. Can Leicester City afford that?"


    O''Neill put down his ss and sighed, "I''ve gotta say, I''m really impressed with you. You should think about being a salesperson. Here''s my offer: this summer, you loan him to me for half a season. You cover the sry, and the loan fee will be 0. How does that sound?"


    Aldrich thought it over and replied, "For the sake of our friendship, Millwall can take a little hit."


    "Hey,e on, don''t be ridiculous, man!"

 Chapter 200: Aldrich’s Anger

    <h4>Chapter 200: Aldrich''s Anger</h4>


    Millwall secured a home victory against Leicester City, while Manchester United, who had been shouting about Millwall''s looming copse, suffered a home defeat to Derby County in the same round. This bumped the points difference between the two teams from 11 to 14. With only six rounds remaining in the league, Millwall would have to copse spectacrly to give Manchester United any chance for aeback.


    Fleet Street wasted no time in piling on the pressure for United: "Hoping for Millwall''s copse? You should focus on not copsing yourselves first! Liverpool is just four points behind you; hang on to second ce in the league, and your Champions League ticket will vanish unless you can clinch the UEFA Champions League!"


    The day for international fixtures arrived as expected, and yers reported to their national teams. Makelele and Trezeguet were both called up for the French squad for the first time. Before leaving, Makelele made a special trip to Aldrich to express his gratitude, knowing that without Aldrich tirelessly rmending him to the French team, he might never have made the cut in such a talented squad.


    However, Aldrich was feeling a bit downtely, struggling with the situation regarding Richards.


    With no first-team matches scheduled, he spent his days training scattered teams or going to the cinema alone, trying to distract himself with movies or reading at home.


    Just as the international break ended and yers were about to return, Andrew called Aldrich, and it lit a fire in him.


    "Has Manchester United contacted you?"


    "It wasn''t me; it was Jaap. They specifically went to the Nethends, took the opportunity to contact him about a transfer while he was with the national team. Jaap just called me to inform me, and to be honest, United''s offer is very generous."


    "I see."


    Aldrich hung up the phone and immediately called Ferguson. Once the line connected, he started shouting into the phone.


    "Alex, Manchester United''s season is over, but Millwall''s isn''t! F**k! Stay away from my yers!"


    "Aldrich..."


    Doot doot doot.


    Aldrich hung up.


    With United''s title defense fading, theirst hope for silverwarey in the Champions League and retaining second ce in the league.


    Ferguson was already starting to n for the summer; it was understandable since many teams began poaching yers before the end of the season.


    However, Aldrich is outraged because he had a gentleman''s agreement with Ferguson, which thetter has decided to ignore, leaving Aldrich feeling betrayed.


    After all, Millwall still had crucial matches in the FA Cup and the European Cup Winners'' Cup to y. If Stam was preupied with transfer talks, it would undoubtedly affect his focus on the pitch.


    Moreover, United might be worried that if Millwall enjoyed significant sess this season, Stam would be reluctant to leave.


    Before they could get their hands on any trophies, they needed to secure an agreement with Stam. Even if Stam had some room to reconsider, he would still have to take his reputation and credibility into ount.


    When the yers returned, Stam approached Aldrich and requested a transfer for the summer.


    Aldrich did not try to hold him back, agreeing to let him leave but required him to remain silent in the media.


    There''s no point in forcing a yer to stay who doesn''t want to. Aldrich had already made an attemptst year, and both teacher and student had made promises. If Stam believed Millwall couldn''tpare to United, Aldrich had no arguments left. If Stam wanted to wear the Red Devils'' jersey, so be it.


    In less than a month, Millwall had lost two important central defenders��one starter and one backup.


    What was once a rich reserve of defenders quickly became just adequate.


    Southgate, El, Materazzi, Ferdinand��if all stayed healthy, the four would certainly be able to cope with whaty ahead.


    In the thirty-third round of the Premier League, Millwall hosted the reigning champions, Manchester United.


    Both teams had Europeanmitments midweek, so they sent out second-string lineups. Millwall had only their absolute starter, Larsson, on the field.


    "It''s strange; Hall doesn''t look too good today. He hasn''t shown any signs of happiness since he stepped onto the pitch. Is he nervous?"


    "Doesn''t seem like it. What does he have to be nervous about? Even if they lose to United at home, what''s it matter? A change from an 14-point lead to 11 still leaves them with a five-point cushion as long as they win just one match. United must win all their games and can''t afford to drop points in their remaining matches."


    "True, but why is he still unhappy? It''s puzzling. Besides, United isn''t fielding a strong lineup today. They seem to be focused on the Champions League semi-final against Dortmund."


    Aldrich didn''t even nce at Ferguson as he entered, walking straight to the bench, crossing his arms in a calm manner, his sharp gaze fixed on the yers in action.


    The fans were in high spirits, with massive banners floating in the south stand, emzoned with images of the Premier League trophy, heralding Millwall''s impending crowning.


    Millwall retained their 4-3-3 formation, but the midfield was configured with one holding midfielder and two attacking midfielders. Gattuso was responsible for breaking up y, Back focused on organizing, and Lampard was inclined to makete runs into the box.


    Larsson and Gronkjaer operated as wingers, with Van Nistelrooy ying as the central forward.


    In Manchester United''s squad, Aldrich recognized some unfamiliar faces, notably the somewhat unfortunate Cruyff Jr., who had made a dazzling start to the season with three goals in three matches but has now been sidelined by a long-term injury. He also spotted Johnson, a fellow countryman of Solskj?r''s, along with several other youth academy yers.


    Manchester United has promoted a greater number of youth academy yers to the first team this season, seeing over 15 yers make appearances for the senior squad, but not one has managed to secure a permanent spot. Ultimately, only a handful from the iconic ss of ''92 have shone through.


    Ferguson seemed to have epted defeat in the league; one of the biggest problems was over-reliance on young yers. Beckham, Giggs, and the Neville brothers were not only starters in the league but also yed every single European and cup match. Their bodies couldn''t cope with the intense schedule, leading to inconsistent performances��dominating when fit, but crumbling away from home against weaker teams.


    Ferguson watched Millwall''s yers on the field, scanning each one, unable to hide his sense of envy.


    Lampard, Back, El, Zambrotta, Van Nistelrooy, Ferdinand��he found it incredible how many talents Millwall had on disy.


    Was Aldrich really capable of transforming waste into wonder?


    This reminded him of an early trip to Barcelona with Sir Bobby Charlton. They were looking to scout some good yers but found themselves leaving with a realization. After watching the Barcelona youth system, Charlton said to Ferguson: "Let''s go��what United needs isn''t just one yer but a youth system like theirs."


    Even though the Red Devils had glory under Busby, their youth system had declined during the club''s troubled years. After Ferguson took over, revitalizing the youth system led to the emergence of the ''ss of ''92''.


    Now, Millwall too had built a remarkable youth system, with investments in youth development that were mind-boggling. The scale of their Leo Youth Academy outshined even the construction of the Lion''s Den stadium and club buildings.


    In the match, Millwall yed with more patience than United. United''s lineup featured many yers who seldom yed, which, while energizing them, also made them a bit impatient on the field.


    Millwall found more and better opportunities during the transitions of attack and defense.


    Back controlled the midfield adeptly��not as shy as Pirlo but stable and effective.


    After Lampard made a forward run, Back passed the ball to him. However, Lampard''s feigned attempt to receive it actually allowed it to slip through��catching the opponent off guard. Just outside the penalty area on the left, Larsson received the ball. This agile striker leaned forward to deceive the United defender, making them believe he would cut inside as Ferguson had emphasized keeping that route guarded.


    But Larsson dribbled across the box. Surprisingly, no United defenders rushed to pressure him; Van Nistelrooy''s movement beautifully drew the defensive attention while Gronkjaer made a run that provided support for Larsson.


    After taking threeteral steps, Larsson set his feet andunched a curling shot that beautifully arched into the bottom corner of the.


    "What a fantastic goal! That''s Larsson''s 33rd goal of the league season!"


    Aldrich sat unmoving in his seat while the coaching staff and yers erupted in excitement, rushing to celebrate.


    If they secured this victory, their point gap with United would widen to 17, allowing them to clinch the Premier League title five rounds early!


    But Aldrich was thinking deeper; Larsson''s goal showcased his individual skills��his ability to read the game, create space, and delivering an exact curling shot from the edge of the box. It was a beautiful execution, the sort of goal that top wingers loved to score by cutting in and firing unexpectedly.


    He had to admit that Nagy''s warningst year was incredibly important.


    Over the past year, Larsson''s skills had been improving, and the scientific training methods only made him better than the Larsson of years past.


    During his time at Celtic, Larsson had been a 30+ goal yer each season, evening back from a broken leg!


    At Millwall, he was developing even faster, bing more excellent, thanks to the coaching staff''s dedication.


    On the opposite side, Gronkjaer was also improving quickly, his breakthrough techniques weren''t new, but his choices and timing were maturing. His shooting, at least, had greatly improved and was far from being reckless.


    After a strong counterattack from United, Millwall struck again with a quick nk attack. Gronkjaer prated into the box, setting up a perfect assist for Van Nistelrooy.


    Millwall went into the break with a 2-0 lead. In the second half, Manchester United couldn''t find their footing. Van Nistelrooy was taken down inside the penalty area by the keeper, van der Gouw, leading the referee to award a penalty kick. Larsson calmly stepped up and buried the penalty, finalizing the score at 3-0.


    This season, Millwall achieved a double victory over the traditional giants of Ennd, securing the Premier League title with five rounds to spare.


    As the match concluded, the fans in the stands were emotional, cheering and celebrating with tears of joy, reluctant to leave.


    The yers and coaches also flooded onto the field to celebrate with excitement.


    Throughout the match, Aldrich remained expressionless. Once the final whistle blew, he got up to approach Ferguson. Before they got close, Ferguson spoke first, "Congrattions on the Premier League title."


    Aldrich''s face remained unchanged as he shook hands with Ferguson before turning to leave.


    But Ferguson frowned and said, "Aldrich, don''t throw a tantrum."


    Aldrich spun around, visibly furious, "This isn''t a tantrum! It''s Manchester United''s tant disrespect towards Millwall! It''s yourck of respect towards me! If you don''t honor our agreement, you shouldn''t have even spoken to me in the first ce!"


    Ferguson''s face turned red with anger as he replied, "Jaap wants to join Manchester United; it''s that simple."


    "Is that your answer? Fine, ��15 million! I won''t release him for a penny less! Even if you incite my yers into a fuss, I''ll wait until thest day of the transfer window to agree to letting him go!"


    Aldrich said this and stormed down the yer tunnel. He wanted to give his yers and coaching staff time to celebrate, but he felt no urge to join in��it wasn''t over for Millwall yet as there were still tough matches ahead.


    Ferguson''s expression darkened, muttering something under his breath, filled with rage as he left with his Red Devils.


    Fifteen million pounds?


    That was the world record transfer fee fromst year!


    Those were the exact figures Newcastle had paid to snatch Shearer away.


    Was United really willing to drop the same amount on a central defender?

 Chapter 201: Dream City: Paris

    <h4>Chapter 201: Dream City: Paris</h4>


    Millwall clinched the Premier League title with five rounds to spare, sending East London into a frenzy of celebration. Fans packed the streets, exuberantly sharing the news and reveling in the moment, while the night sky was illuminated by dazzling fireworks.


    In the pubs, supporters could hardly contain their excitement. It was destined to be a sleepless night, even with the UK''s midnight drinking ban still in effect.


    The Millwall yers were throwing a party as well, inviting their families to join in the festivities and celebrate the season''s achievements together.


    Taking a moment to reflect, they had not only established an impressive record of 18 consecutive wins in the league but also an unbeaten streak of 31 matches.


    Inside the dimly lit office of Millwall''s head coach, Aldrich worked away. After the interviews, he chose not to join the yers in the locker room; instead, he went straight to his office to continue reviewing footage of Paris Saint-Germain. He wanted to bury himself in work to numb his thoughts.


    He didn''t want to think about Richards'' fate or Stam''s impending transfer...


    Both matters weighed heavily on him.


    "Aldrich,e out and watch the fireworks with me! Haha, Brady texted me��they''re having a massive party in the East End with fireworks!"


    Yvonne breezed through the door, excitement overflowing, but her enthusiasm faded when she saw Aldrich''s vacant expression as he stared at the TV screen. In his left hand, he held the remote, while the right was gripped around a pen, with tactical notes scattered across the desk resembling a chaotic mess.


    As her initial enthusiasm faded, Yvonne softly closed the door and stepped behind Aldrich, cing her hands on his shoulders. The TV showed nothing but static, yet Aldrich stared at it, his teeth gritted, his eyes filled with bitterness.


    "What''s going on?"


    "United wants Stam. He''s decided to leave this summer."


    "Are you upset?"


    "No, I''m angry! Damn it! Compared with Ferguson, what do IckIn what way is Millwall worse than Manchester United this year? Damn it! Damn it!"


    With a bang, Aldrich mmed the pen against the opposite wall, then buried his head in his hands, eyes closed as he wrestled with rage.


    He had put in the effort!


    He had truly given everything he could!


    While others his age were caught up in romantic entanglements, he dedicated all his time to the team, only stepping back when he needed some rest. He poured his heart and soul into the club.


    This season, his team dominated the Premier League, and the club had shown great ambition, with the new stadium under construction. In less than five years, Millwall would shine as London''s most prominent club and perhaps even the most notable team in Ennd.


    Yet some still chose to leave; some turned their backs without a second thought!


    Aldrich wished he could confront Stam directly: What could you possibly gain by going to United? Aside from damn money, everything else Millwall could offer you!


    Unlike Solskj?r, Vieira, or even Phillips, who had asked for transfers this season, Aldrich felt a sense of responsibility towards those yers, knowing they had the talent but no ce at Millwall. He wanted to help them further their careers, wishing them well as they moved on.


    Even when Thuram leftst year, Aldrich felt no sense of frustration at all, because Serie A and the Premier League are simply notparable. They are two distinctly different leagues, and it''s undeniable that Serie A is currently stronger.


    But with Arsenal and Manchester United in the same league as Millwall, theparison is pretty straightforward. When Pires left, Aldrich felt that the other sidecked respect for the club. Stam''s departure made Aldrich feel humiliated.


    It wasn''t just him��it reflected poorly on the entire Millwall club.


    What did it matter that they won the title five rounds early?


    The moment United extended an olive branch, it seemed all their key yers were ready to pack their bags for Manchester. It sent an undeniable message to the world: Even with a championship, Millwall was still just a small clubpared to the likes of United, where the best yers aspired to y��even without any titles.


    Were it not for Yvonne at his side, Aldrich might have spiraled even further into despair.


    Yvonne leaned over and took his face in her hands, cheeks puffed in annoyance, "Aldrich, if someone is bullying us, what are we going to do?"


    After briefly venting his emotions, Aldrich regained hisposure. Seeing Yvonne''s beautiful yet fierce expression brought a slight smile to his face. "Whoever is messing with us will face the consequences!"


    Yvonne raised her fist and red, "Then let''s send United to hell! Let those ungrateful yers regret their decision for the rest of their lives! Leaving Millwall isn''t our loss; it''s the biggest mistake they''ll ever make! Aldrich, you can do it. I believe in you because you''re the smartest of them all."


    In those final words, her lips curled into a captivating smile.


    Aldrich looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and chuckled softly. "Sounds a bit like an insult."


    "No, it''s the highestpliment!"


    Yvonne stood up and helped Aldrich fix his suit, grinning as she said, "Don''t let this ruin your mood;e on, let''s grab a drink."


    Aldrich adjusted himself and tidied up his desk, then left the club with Yvonne. They drove to East London, where Brady was hosting a barbecue party for over a hundred people. Aldrich''s arrival instantly uplighted the atmosphere, with every member of the Lion''s Roar asking to take pictures with him. Music filled the air, fireworks erupted, and everyone dreamed about Millwall''s bright future.


    ...


    As the European battle reignited, Millwall had their title secured, freeing them to concentrate on the key challenges ahead: the domestic FA Cup semi-final and a two-legged face-off against Paris Saint-Germain. After those three games, if all went well, they would be on to the final in May!


    In the first leg of the European Cup Winners'' Cup semi-final, Millwall arrived early for their match in the City of Light, with 44 yers from the first and youth teams, along with the coaching staff and support personnel,nding in Paris on Tuesday evening.


    The youth team had experienced a mixed bag during their recent trip to Norway, suffering a heavy loss to the Brann youth team in their opener but bouncing back strongly in subsequent friendly matches. In preparation for their sh with Paris Saint-Germain, Aldrich arranged for the youth team to have more friendly matches, giving the young yers more opportunities to develop and experience different environments.


    Unlikest month''s rushed European journey, Aldrich organized the trip to Paris a day in advance. Once theynded, he let the team leader handle the luggage while he took the yers for a leisurely walk through the streets of Paris. Having visited before, he had fond memories of the dazzling city and thus didn''t need a guide.


    They enjoyed a meal at a high-end restaurant Aldrich remembered fondly. In the evening, they toured the historic sites, with yers buying souvenirs for their families, while the youth team was especially cheerful, taking photos along the way.


    After a fabulous night of exploration, the yers returned to the hotel to rest, knowing they had a light day ahead before familiarizing themselves with the game venue in the afternoon, and a simple training session to warm up in the evening before the match.


    On the eve of the match, Aldrich took the team to the Parc des Princes to get limated to the pitch. He also attended an official press conference organized by PSG.


    Fluent in French, Aldrich navigated the press conference smoothly, helping to bolster his image. Having direct conversations with yers speaking differentnguages left no barrier, and reporters felt at ease engaging with him.


    "Millwall won the Premier League with five rounds to spare, securing a record of 31 unbeaten matches. Will your focus now shift to Europeanpetition? Do you believe Millwall has what it takes to lift the trophy?"


    Addressing a French journalist, Aldrich humbly replied, "We take every match one at a time. Right now, it''s only the semi-final. Although the trophy feels within reach, it can all change in 90 minutes, especially as we face the defending champions. They have outstanding coaches and yers; they are favorites because their experience surpasses ours."


    "I hear you know Coach Fernandes and he had high praise for you in a previous interview, iming you shaped Millwall into a top Premier League side. He warned PSG yers not to underestimate you, or they would say goodbye to the finals. Do you think he is ying mind games?"


    Aldrich responded, "That''s correct. I respect Coach Fernandes greatly; he is simply doing his job well. His team is formidable, and he must prevent anycency. If I were in his position, I would do the same."


    "How do you see yourselfpared to him? We''ve seen UK media refer to you as a tactical innovator or a visionary, suggesting that you bring creative ideas that secure victories. Who would you say is stronger in that sense, you or Fernandes? You must be aware of PSG''s tactical setup, right?"


    Faced with the biting question, Aldrich smiled inwardly. Journalists would always be journalists.


    "I won''tment on my peers; that''s a matter of respect. A great coach should know how to adapt strategies to individual yers and circumstances. Comparing coaches based solely on their actions is ignorant and superficial. I''m looking forward to tomorrow''s match, but the result won''t change my admiration and respect for Coach Fernandes."


    ...


    After maneuvering through the media, Aldrich stood by the hotel suite''s floor-to-ceiling window as night fell. From this vantage point, he could catch a glimpse of the Parc des Princes.


    In today''s era, PSG was a key yer on thendscape of French and European football.


    Three years ago, PSG was ranked first globally by the International Federation of Football History & Statistics!


    Two years prior, they set a record for the first French team to win all matches in a Champions League group stage.


    In recent years, they consistently ranked among the top three in Europeanpetitions and even topped the charts at times.


    Last year, PSG edged out Bayern Munich to be named the UEFA''s Team of the Year! They also became the first and only French club to win the European Cup Winners'' Cup! Their investments, particrly from Qatar, heralded a new era of capital influx, sustaining PSG''s financial dominance in Ligue 1. However, it marked the beginning of a downward spiral that wouldn''t see a resurgence for nearly 15 years.


    As Aldrich gazed at the illuminated Parc des Princes in the night, a sense of genuine envy filled him��not of the stadium itself, but of the natural environment that PSG enjoyed.


    Paris Saint-Germain was Europe''s only major club boasting a poption of over ten million. Who were their rivals? There were no properly matched local adversaries, just Marseille.


    It was hard to imagine that prominent teams from this enchanting city wouldter fall out of the spotlight in Europe��and even in France��due to internal conflicts over the next fifteen years.


    Sigh... what a waste of potential, Aldrich couldn''t help butment.

 Chapter 202: The Beginning of a Legend

    <h4>Chapter 202: The Beginning of a Legend</h4>


    The Parc des Princes in Paris was packed, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and energy.


    In the away team''s locker room, the Millwall yers sat on the bench, poised and alert, each of them sitting up straight, their spirits high. Their gazes were fixed on Aldrich, waiting for a final pre-match motivational speech.


    Aldrich stood by the door, hands in his pockets. The youthfulmander, usually calm andposed, finally showed a change in expression, softening into a faint smile.


    "About three years ago, most of you joined the team around this time: David, Henrik, Pavel, ude, Michael, Gareth, Bernd, Hans. The rest of you came in two years ago. You might not know what I told those veterans back then, but I will repeat it: your opponents are Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool��clubs renowned across Europe. Three years have passed, and we have conquered Ennd. We''ve faced off against the traditional English powerhouses multiple times, and they are not to be feared; we''ve proven through hard work that we are stronger than them! But this is not our destination. Today, I want to tell all of you something new: where do we set our limits? Is it the European Cup Winners'' Cup? No. Our limit is not merely trophies; it''s history. We want to leave a glorious mark in the history of football. On our road forward, we will encounter a team like Paris Saint-Germain, which has reached the Champions League semifinals for five consecutive years, and in the future, we may meet AC Mn, Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, or other strong teams. But our goal is not just to defeat them; it cannot be that simple. Beating a certain opponent does not mean we can stop. We must keep winning until the moment you can no longer y, and then we''ll look back together at how many ssic moments we created on this journey, for others to admire. I believe we can do this. What about you?"


    The three captains of the team roared in unison, "Yes!"


    Aldrich pulled his left hand from his pocket, opened the locker room door, and smiled softly. "Wild Lions, charge! The outside world is your stage; enjoy the match. Make the world recognize you, treat every game as part of your legend. Maintain this mindset forever, forever, forever��never settle!"


    *p!*


    *p!*


    *p!*


    ...


    <strong>Each steadfast yer exchanged a high-five with Aldrich as they exited the locker room.</strong>


    Aldrich closed his eyes and savored the moment; excitement and enjoyment filled his heart for today''s match. His promises to the yers were constantly being fulfilled.


    They had ascended to the Premier League, challenging the giants, and now they stood on the European stage, the spotlight of all Europe upon them!


    While previous matches in the European Cup Winners'' Cup felt like scrimmages, the semifinals were different.


    The two semifinal matchups featured powerhouses shing sternly: Barcelona from La Liga and Fiorentina from Serie A.


    Millwall, the newly crowned Premier League champions, faced off against Paris Saint-Germain,st year''s Ligue 1 runners-up and the reigning champions of the European Cup Winners'' Cup.


    As they reached the semifinals, the significance of the European Cup Winners'' Cup surged to unprecedented heights.


    Today''s sh with Paris Saint-Germain represented Millwall''s formal debut on the grand European stage. Previous knockout matches had seen them simply overpowering minor teams, with little to brag about.


    As the yers stepped onto the field, Aldrich was thest to emerge from the yers'' tunnel. When he saw the shimmering lights of the stadium, he tilted his head back, surveying the pitch, mirroring the action he took when he first stood at Anfield.


    <strong>Luis Fernandez, the home team coach, approached him. They had be acquaintedst summer in Auxerre when they shared insights on football, yet their rtionship remained more professional than personal. It wasn''t like Fernandez''s connection with Wenger, Fernandez''s would sell Anelka to Wenger for a mere ��500,000.</strong>


    "Aldrich, I didn''t expect to run into you here," Fernandez greeted, a smile on his face as he warmly shook Aldrich''s hand.


    Aldrich shrugged and replied with augh, "I didn''t expect it either; I thought we''d meet again in the Nethends."


    Fernandezughed heartily, "But God only allowed one of us to go to Rotterdam."


    "Then I can''t wish you good luck today."


    "Wish me luck!"


    "Ha ha ha."


    After their exchange, Aldrich walked to the away team''s bench. His expression changed as he gazed sternly at the field, eyes ring withpetitive spirit.


    "The first leg of the 1996-1997 European Cup Winners'' Cup semifinal is about to kick off at the Parc des Princes. The defending champions, Paris Saint-Germain, clearly have an advantage over Millwall, who are making their European debut. However, PSG still have to bnce their focus on the league, as they currently sit second. Meanwhile, Millwall clinched the Premier League title five rounds early just four days ago. Many may not be familiar with Millwall; if you didn''t follow English football a year ago, you might not have even heard their name. Yet they are indeed a strong side, having set an 18-game winning streak and remaining undefeated for 31 league matches. Perhaps many will find it hard to believe that the force driving this team from obscurity to the European stage is their young head coach, Aldrich Hall, who is about to turn 21."


    Thementator took their time introducing Aldrich, as he had set several unprecedented records. His age alone made his presence on the touchline a striking record.


    As the match was about to start, thementator introduced both starting lineups.


    PSG set up in a 4-4-2 formation:


    - **Goalkeeper**: Lama.


    - **Defenders**: Fournier, Ngoti, Legrange, Domi.


    - **Midfielders**: Gen, Leroy, Koe, Ra��.


    - **Forwards**: Loko, Leonardo.


    From the setup, PSG''s midfield formed arge diamond: holding midfielder Gen paired with attacking midfielder Ra��, with Koe and Leroy on the left and right nks respectively.


    The use of two forwards up front wasn''t surprising, but their four-defender setup differed from the parallel positioning; center-back Ngoti yed higher up while Legrange stayed back��one intercepting and the other disrupting, clearly a strategy against Millwall''s strength in threading through balls.


    Millwall''s starting lineup had only two changes:


    - **Goalkeeper**: Butte.


    - **Defenders**: Schneider, Elguera, Southgate, Capdev.


    - **Midfielders**: Makelele, Back, Nedved.


    - **Forwards**: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko.


    <strong>After Stam''s showdown with Aldridge, Aldridge made it clear to him: "Since you decided to leave, I need to prepare your sessor for the team. Therefore, for the rest of the season, Unless we face a shortage of yers, you will be left out of the squad."</strong>


    <strong>Although Stam felt some dissatisfaction, he knew he had chosen to leave. Millwall was a young team, and he should understand how much it would hurt to lose a key center-back. Aldrich''s actions were reasonable, as they were preparing for the future.</strong>


    <strong>They both agreed to give some ground; Aldrich wouldn''t stop Stam''s transfer, and Stam just had to wait for the transfer window to open.</strong>


    Thus Aldrich chose to promote Elguera, officially partnering him with Southgate. By seniority, Materazzi would have been next in line, but since Materazzi was still a bit rash on the pitch, Aldrich opted for the calm Spaniard who had shown rapid improvement over the past two years. Besides, Materazzi would still see plenty of ying time, and he understood the decision��it was clear he wasn''t the type to cause a fuss. Everyone could see where their strengthsy; it wasn''t as if the head coach was making choices based on preference. If that were the case, Materazzi would undoubtedly be the first pick.


    As for Pirlo, given it was a European away match, Aldrich naturally opted for a stronger defense first, making Back''s start a sensible choice.


    The referee blew the whistle to start the first half, and the much-anticipated sh quickly unfolded.


    <strong>Paris Saint-Germain burst onto the scene with a lightning attack, their yers revved up like fully charged engines. In the offensive zone, Ra�� received the ball and cleverly deceived Back with his footwork, getting past him. But as he tried to move past another midfielder, the suddenly appearing Makelele made a precise tackle to win the ball.</strong>


    <strong>Back nced warily at the thirty-something veteran Ra��, Socrates'' brother, a Brazilian, whose footwork was delicate. He had been easily outmaneuvered.</strong>


    Aldrich didn''t mind that Back had been beaten.


    Millwall had been invincible in the Premier League, but now faced a radically different style on the European stage. The young yers needed to adapt and open their eyes.


    French football is one of the representatives of the European Latin school; since the era of tini, they established a Latin style, which has long been a tradition in their league. Their football style is intricate and elegant,bining rapid attacking and cuttingbinations��free-spirited yet crafty.


    However, this football style tends to over-rely on star yers, needing exceptionally skilled ymakers to tear through defensive lines. Aldrich firmly believed that, after a period of adaptation, his team''s robust and straightforward team football had every reason not to lose to their opponents. What theycked was experience��the heart in big matches, which they absolutely possessed!


    Paris Saint-Germain''s offense was aggressive, but their dominance didn''t trante into goals.


    Like many teams Millwall had encountered, PSG''s formation was very reasonable during their attacks, but often attacking yers would get into position too early, causing them to be stationary. By the time the ball reached their feet, defenders were tightly marking them, leading to a reliance on individual skills to create openings.


    Millwall''s defensive structure was likewise well-organized; Trezeguet dropped back to disrupt near PSG''s holding midfielder, while Larsson and Shevchenko fell back halfway to break up the opposition''s wide y. Nedved roamed, working with Back to outnumber Ra�� in midfield. If Ra�� chose to take on a defender, Makelele would certainly not give him a second chance.


    After ten minutes, PSG''s pressure eased as they began to slow the tempo, attempting to wear down their opponents'' patience through passing and movement.


    It was precisely this shift in rhythm that caused Millwall''s yers to instinctively push forward, leaving gaps in the backline.


    Legrange cleared the ball from the back, whichnded at Leroy''s feet. He made a forward pass to Ra��, who received it with his back to goal and lightly redirected the ball away from Makelele, allowing the ball to roll past him. Leonardo, who had dropped back, took possession, made ateral step, and rapidly changed direction. Southgate stayed calm, lowering his center of gravity to pressure the opponent''s space.


    Suddenly stopping with the ball, Leonardo found an opening and sent a pass through Southgate''s legs, reaching Loko, who made a rapid stop and then elerated away from Elguera, receiving the pass from Leonardo. With barely a turn, he shot at goal with a clean strike.


    The shot was taken suddenly��without stopping the ball or turning to face it head-on. Butte guarded the near post but soon realized the ball was headed for the far corner. He quickly dove to intercept but couldn''t get a fingertip on it, watching helplessly as the ball struck the inner side of the far post and bounced into the goal.


    "Sixteen minutes in, Paris Saint-Germain has scored! The goales from Loko, whobined splendidly with Leonardo. Ra�� exquisite pass and Leonardo''s through-ball assist led to Loko''s deft finish at the far post. What a delightfulbination! Paris Saint-Germain has taken a crucial step towards defending their title!"


    After conceding, Aldrich called Back over and calmly said, "Don''t put pressure on yourself; just y your game. Today, you need to drop back a bit deeper to cover our penalty area, then ry that to Pavel; he knows what to do."


    Back nodded and returned to the pitch to ry the n to Nedved, who immediately understood.


    Aldrich had overlooked one point.


    The Latin yers in Paris Saint-Germain possessed exceptional individual skills, with their ability to create opportunities in one-on-one situations being stronger than the teams they faced before. Thus, merely restricting Ra�� would not suffice. If the two forwards targeted Southgate and Elguera in a 2-on-2 situation, Millwall might find themselves in significant trouble. While not every attempt would be sessful, two or three chances capitalized during a match could spell disaster.

 Chapter 203: Signal: The Match Begins!

    <h4>Chapter 203: Signal: The Match Begins!</h4>


    Inside the Parc des Princes, the visiting Millwall team conceded a goal, which surprisingly didn''t shock the spectators; even Aldrich didn''t seem too concerned.


    Conceding goals ismon, no need to panic.


    Before the match kicked off, he signaled twice on the field: one gesture for Southgate to understand and another for the attacking yers.


    Southgate nced back at the other three defenders to confirm that everyone understood before signaling to Trezeguet tomence y.


    After conceding, Millwall didn''t quicklyunch a counterattack; instead, their formation remained somewhat defensive. The two wing-backs didn''t push forward, and their wingers pulled wide, trying to create opportunities through one-on-one situations. Larsson and Shevchenko executed the ssic winger''s move, driving towards the byline before delivering crosses.


    Standing at the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, Aldrich was deep in thought.


    Paris Saint-Germain was not invincible, especially with their weaknesses clearly visible.


    Their midfield and defense were either too old or too young.


    Excluding the 34-year-old keeper Lama, the right-back Fournier was 33, the central defender Le Gouen was 33, while the other central defender, Ngotti, was 26 but had topensate for the declining mobility of the 31-year-old Gen. Meanwhile, the left-back Domi was only 18.


    On the right, the midfielder Leroux, focused on defensive duties, had to cover for the 33-year-old Fournier, while on the left, the 22-year-old Ko�� clearly aimed to offset Domi''s inexperience.


    Though Ra�� was 32, he was a seasoned yer. Moreover, Leonardo asionally dropped back to assist in organization with the forward Loco, both of whom were underwhelming in their performances in Ligue 1. Loco, previously a main striker for the French national team, had seen his form decline since transferring to Paris Saint-Germain, but his opening goal still showcased his skill.


    Aldrich''s respect for Fernandes wasn''t baseless. Looking at PSG''s lineup, it was evident that their coach had maximized their potential��not just stacking talent, but creating synergies between yers that emphasized their strengths and covered each other''s weaknesses; that was the essence of teamwork.


    Even though Millwall''s overall advance wascking, they still managed to create opportunities during attacks.


    Shevchenko, facing the 18-year-old Domi on the right, wasn''t shy with his footwork but relied on speed and explosiveness to take on his opponent, while Larsson squared off against the 33-year-old veteran Fournier on the left. Although not every breakthrough was sessful, he exploited both speed and technique to gain an advantage.


    Whenever either winger sessfully prated the nks and got to the edge of the byline, they''d whip in crosses while three yers would flood the center to attack; Trezeguet would burst into the front post, Nedved would arrive centrally, and the opposite winger would crash into the box to provide backup. Despite the simplicity of their tactics, Millwall''s attacks weremendable, consistently posing threats.


    "Is this Millwall we''re watching? To be honest, I''ve never seen a full match of Millwall, but I''ve watched plenty of highlight reels from their Premier League games. Their attacking y shouldn''t be as t as this. Where''s the central organization? Where''s the wing y? Where are the passes threatening the nks? It''s baffling��is Hall cautious of PSG''s counter-attacks, making him hesitant tomit his resources?"


    It wasn''t just thementator; even Luis Fernandes frowned with concern.


    He had studied Millwall closely and was genuinely surprised. Their defensive strategy relied on positional y reminiscent of the Italian ''catenio'', yet they weren''t utilizing the middle of the field; their wingers had resorted to traditional low crosses.


    What frustrated him most was that his wide midfielders were tasked with marking the opposing full-backs to limit the wingers'' cut-ins, but since the Millwall wingers weren''t cutting inside and insteadmitted to attacking the nks, his wide midfielders were forced to drop back to assist defensively.


    Even though the score was still 1-0, Aldrich''s confidence remained high��things were shaping up precisely as he had anticipated.


    Since the opposing wing-backs couldn''t contain Shevchenko and Larsson, they forced the wide midfielders to retreat, pulling his own wingers to deeper positions, stretching the pitch. This forced Millwall''s wide midfielders to follow suit, creating extensive distances covered back and forth in their half, almost a hundred meters of running.


    With all of PSG''s veteran yers, it was about time they started feeling exhausted!


    Millwall''s wing y gradually flourished, exposing PSG''sck of support during counterattacks. Transitioning from defense to offense, theycked clear outlets as the wide midfielders were still hugging the sidelines. Meanwhile, Larsson and Shevchenko were quick to transition to defense, leaving Aldrich with no choice but to look for Ra�� or Leonardo in attack. However, the distances were too vast, giving the defenders ample time to regroup; Mak��l��l�� closed in on Ra��, denying him space, while Southgate kept a firm mark on Leonardo.


    After several attempts by PSG to break through from the nks were thwarted, they began exploring long balls during counterattacks.


    Ko�� received the ball on the left nk and noticed Shevchenko closing in on him. He quickly executed a diagonal long pass into the front, where Leonardo cleverly shielded Southgate with his back. He leaped up early, just as El, marking Loco, took a quick step forward, while Schneider and Capdev synchronously moved up with him.


    Leonardo had limited options. He couldn''t control and turn, as Back was rushing towards him. Instead, he opted for a header, directing the ball intentionally towards Loco.


    As hepleted the header and looked down, he saw Loco receive the ball on his chest, one-on-one with keeper But.


    The audience at Parc des Princes held their breath, ready to witness another goal, when suddenly, the referee blew his whistle.


    The linesman gged Loco offside!


    Loco fired the shot, but Butt didn''t move to save it at all; he turned back to his goal to collect the ball.


    Frustrated, Loco protested to the linesman, but his outburst fell on deaf ears.


    Southgate nodded to El; the understanding between defenders was crucial.


    Aldrich''s strategy of having the wingers exhaust the opponents while pressing was also aimed at stifling their attacking y, alongside implementing an offside trap.


    Thanks to Ra�� and Leonardo''s Brazilian ir and tendency to dribble, they consumed a lot of time in build-up y. As long as his yers made the right calls during pressing, the opposition''s forwards would end up caught in an offside trap whenever they yed threatening passes.


    As time ticked by, although PSG held a narrow lead, they increasingly felt the pressure. The spectators in the stands sensed something amiss.


    The nks were being exploited with ease.


    Domi and Fournier were no match for Shevchenko and Larsson.


    Luckily for them, the quality of crosses from both was not up to par, or they would have conceded goals by now.


    But continuing this way wasn''t sustainable; the situation on the pitch was rapidly changing. Who could guarantee that the next cross wouldn''t fortuitously find its way to a Millwall yer''s head, resulting in a goal?


    Meanwhile, PSG''s attack had ensnared itself in a quagmire. Ra��, caught between Mak��l��l�� and Back, lost his spark. With the wide midfielders unable to push up, Millwall''s full-backs couldpress the center, tearing PSG''s offense to shreds. Relying solely on individual efforts was clearly not threatening. In thetter stages of the first half, PSG''s forwards repeatedly fell into offside traps.


    Thank goodness, the first half came to an end.


    Fans hoped Fernandes would make adjustments in the second half to improve their defensive and offensive y.


    The few thousand Millwall supporters who had traveled all the way from London were dwarfed in the stands of Parc des Princes, their faces disying hints of anxiety.


    Their team was trailing, creating a palpable unease.


    During the halftime break, Aldrich specificallyid out the second-half tactics for Nedved.


    "Pavel, based on our attacking direction, you need to move more on one side, whether left or right, to support Henrik and Andrei. By making ovepping runs, you''ll assist our attacks while minimizing direct threats against our goal. No worries, once we hit the 60-minute mark, I''ll signal you. That''ll be when we take control of this stadium!"


    Although the team was behind, the yers kept their spirits high, each one brimming with energy and fighting spirit. Nedved nodded resolutely and dered, "I understand!"


    As the second half resumed, both teams exchanged sides, with Millwall''s attacking patterns still unchanged. PSG remainedposed without making significant alterations; after all, Fernandes didn''t have many tricks up his sleeve. They were leading and had weathered the opponent''s attack in the first half, so he preferred not to disrupt his own side.


    Nedved shifted his focus from attacking threats to ymaking.


    He roamed extensively in the frontline, coborating seamlessly with Larsson and Shevchenko on the nks. This fluidity in Millwall''s attacks was impressive, though it came at the cost of diminished goal-scoring threats, resulting in missed opportunities.


    Aldrich, watching from the sidelines, wasn''t focused on his own yers but rather on every Paris Saint-Germain yer.


    Those veterans in their thirties were gasping for air as the second half began. Even in defense, abrupt stops and starts made it challenging for them to keep pace.


    Experienced yers often know how to manage their stamina wisely, especially when the game is dynamic. When their team was attacking, defensive yers could afford a brief respite, but with Millwall repeatedly exploiting their nks, the defenders were left running ragged. Oftentimes, after clearing the ball, before 20 seconds passed, Millwall was already on the offensive again, leaving them no time to catch their breath.


    Aldrich was keenly observing two yers on the opposing side: right midfielder Leroy and left back Domy. One was 32 years old and the other just 18, both of whom were nearly worn out!


    Leroux tried to support Fournier in containing Larsson, but against Nedved''s assistance, he posed no resistance, especially given the speed at which Larsson or Nedved moved after receiving the ball. Domi was even worse off, getting toyed with by Shevchenko. A poor foul attempt earned him a yellow card, and he looked bewildered and overwhelmed.


    When the clock struck the 60th minute, Aldrich saw the exhausted veterans of PSG and the youthful yers showing signs of fatigue. He felt the moment had arrived.


    When the second half kicked off, Aldrich waved over Pirlo, who had been on the sidelines warming up. He quicklymunicated the game n to Pirlo for when he stepped onto the field, with a strong focus on defense.As for offense, Pirlo was more than capable and needed no additional instructions.


    In the 63rd minute, Millwall made a substitution.


    Pirlo was in; Back was out.


    This was Aldrich''s signal.


    The yers on the field jolted in unison, realizing how they needed to proceed next.


    Aldrich weed Back off the field with a shoulder pat of praise, then turned his gaze toward the stands, his eyes sharpening with determination.


    Paris, this match was just beginning!


    Millwall hade here to steal the spotlight!

 Chapter 204: The Art of Tactics

    <h4>Chapter 204: The Art of Tactics</h4>


    When Pirlo stepped onto the field, both sides felt a surge of opportunity.


    Fernandes spotted Pirlo and thought that the Italian''s defense was too soft, clearly not as solid as the German who had juste off. He instructed Ra�� and Leonardo to drop back a bit, while the attackers were to maintain a certain distance to keep their connections intact for efficientbinations.


    However, Fernandes clearly overestimated his yers'' stamina. After Pirlo came on, Millwallpletely changed their tactical approach.


    The two defenders, Schneider and Capdev, who had obediently stayed back for over sixty minutes, began to push forward frequently. With Pirlo unmarked in midfield, Ra��, who yed as an attacking midfielder, may have been able to hold his own defensively, but his skill and awareness were noticeablycking. This was the w of such yers: if they failed in the first challenge, they wouldn''t attempt to win back the ball again. So as long as Pirlo exchanged a couple of passes with Makelele and crossed the halfway line, he would find himself with no one chasing him.


    This gave Pirlo plenty of room to showcase his ymaking abilities.


    The fullbacks surged forward to create outlets, Nedved dropped back to support, and the wingers retreated to conceal their attacking options. Pirlo had many potential passing routes to choose from.


    Suddenly, when Millwall had possession, the ball hardly lingered at any one yer''s feet. The wingers, who had previously been charging forward with the ball, now effortlessly made quick passes, moving the ball around at an astonishing speed. Even the television broadcast struggled to keep up, requiring wide-angle shots to capture Millwall''s attacking maneuvers.


    The yers from Paris Saint-Germain were taken aback, especially the two fullbacks. Domi and Fournier had be ustomed to marking Larsson and Shevchenko, prepared for their dribbling runs. But instead of facing those two, they were momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar sight of their own fullbacks surging forward.


    Schneider made a break from the right, and Shevchenko turned with the ball. Domi instinctively moved in for a frontal challenge, but Shevchenko slipped a ball through to the right nk, just as Schneider timed his run to avoid being offside, bursting into the penalty area.


    Fernandes couldn''t believe his eyes!


    What on earth is happening?


    Weren''t the wingers cutting inside? Now the fullbacks are doing it too!


    As Schneider darted into the penalty box, Le Gorrec rushed over��both yers caught off guard by the unexpected entrance of a fullback instead of a winger. Schneider, acting quickly, nudged the ball towards the center. Scoring was not his strongest suit, andpeting with Le Gorrec was tough; he could only manage to redirect the ball.


    Le Gorrec watched as the ball rolled past him, suddenly feeling a wave of dread wash over him.


    Engotti! You bettere back!


    Thankfully, Engotti did return, tracking Trezeguet''s run. Their chances were equal, but Trezeguet didn''t give hispatriot an inch; he used his body to shield the ball while deliberately slowing down��infuriating Engotti, who watched as the ball rolled past them.


    As the ball drifted away, Trezeguet instantly gave up on the challenge and started running forward to the right. Engotti chased after the ball, and he couldn''t believe his eyes when he saw a blonde figure sprinting towards him to meet the ball with a long-range shot.


    With no defenders to interfere, his strike connected perfectly with the ball.


    The ball shot toward the goal like a shooting star.


    The veteran goalkeeper Lama dove to the right, his fingertips grazing the ball, but all he managed to do was slightly alter its trajectory. In the end, that shot, which left his fingers stinging, still sted into Paris Saint-Germain''s!


    "Goal! Nedved has equalized for Millwall! This is the Millwall I know! Their quick passing and movement are simply outstanding. Despite seemingly equal numbers, they managed to gain the upper hand through positioning and explosive bursts. The defensive midfielder, Gai-Lan, should have been marking Nedved tightly, but it looks like he can''t keep up with the Czech''s pace. Millwall''s attack has torn apart Paris Saint-Germain''s defense! 1-1, only minutes remain, and this scoreline undoubtedly favors Millwall."


    After scoring, Nedved raised his arms in celebration, enthusiastically encouraging his teammates to lift their morale!


    Paris Saint-Germain''s yers looked at their opponents with puzzled expressions, feeling bewildered.


    What on earth was going on?


    They seemed like a totally different team!


    Where did their wing y go?


    Why are the fullbacks pushing up again?


    How could every pass be so precise?


    Fernandes buried his face in his hands, deeply troubled.


    This was the Millwall he studied.


    However, for the first sixty minutes, Millwall had confused Paris Saint-Germain with wing y and crosses while draining their stamina.


    Now, they were quickly pushing forward with quick passing and team y, leaving Paris Saint-Germain''s yers clearly unable to keep up with the tempo.


    Things on the pitch can be very subtle.


    If Millwall had started the match with their preferred style of deep-lying organization and quick advancement, they would have fallen victim to Paris Saint-Germain''s countering tactics following containment. The Paris yers would have grown more confident, both physically and mentally, entering a rhythm of controlling the game.


    Instead, Millwall abruptly changed tactics, delivering a heavy blow to their opponents before they could react.


    Now, trying to shore up their defenses seemed toote, and the situation was against them. Millwall hadted an away goal and, with the score tied, was now ying on their home turf with no retreat.


    Aldrich pped on the sidelines, urging his yers to keep up the momentum.


    Paris Saint-Germain has a clear challenge ahead: how to restrict Pirlo''s influence. They''ve got the ssic ymaker Ra�� in their lineup, but his defensive shorings are a concern. Who is going to be the one to keep Pirlo in check?


    Fernandes responded quickly, bringing on a defensive midfielder specifically to counter Pirlo and taking off forward Loco.


    This substitution drew boos from the crowd at Prince Park.


    While the team needed goals, they were taking off a forward?


    Fernandes wore a grim expression. The fans probably didn''t realize that since Loco had scored earlier, he had barely been present on the pitch; whenever the camera panned to him, he was either struggling to win challenges or caught in an offside trap, offering no contribution to the attack.


    Pirlo now feared no one contesting him, especially in the deeper areas he operated. If the opposition pressed him hard, Nedved would find plenty of space in midfield. Moreover, Paris Saint-Germain''s wingers had been thrown into disarray.


    Leroy and Domi''s defensive efforts lookedpletely ineffective.


    Pirlo smoothly orchestrated the offense,unching attacks from the wings, while Schneider and Capdev, who had been bottled up for much of the match, unleashed their offensive prowess.


    "From the 70th minute onward, Millwallpletely seized control of the match. Even when they conceded a goal, they would immediately regroup and counterattack. The PSG yers seemed to be struggling with their fitness, unable to match Millwall''s speed. The British media remarkedst season that Millwall''s youth cost them the league title, but this season, I think their youth has be their greatest asset. They are running more energetically and are far more proactive on the pitch. Despite being over 70 minutes in, their sprinting speed shows no sign of faltering!"


    Millwall''s relentless assault left Paris Saint-Germain dazed. The situation near the goal was frantic, filled with peril.


    The one performing at an elite level, even world-ss, was the goalkeeper Lama.


    He dealt with every shot on target, saving all but Nedved''s attempt. In the 15 minutes that followed, he faced 12 shots, 8 of which were on goal, and he denied them all!


    Trezeguet''s point-nk shot was once again blocked out by Lama, who extended his leg for the save.


    This marked Trezeguet''s seventh shot of the match, but he still couldn''t find the��his efficiency was starkly decreasedpared to his time in the Premier League.


    Annoyed, Trezeguet kicked the goalpost in frustration.


    Pirlo leisurely set up for a corner, waiting for his defenders to advance.


    As the clock ticked to the 86th minute, the Paris Saint-Germain yers looked even more anxious, many appearing utterly exhausted, their hairstyles a chaotic mess, with some practically "smoking" from their exertion under the floodlights in a bizarre sight.


    Forwards crowded the box, with Elguera at the rear post and Nedved at the front. As Pirlo took a short run-up for the corner, chaos reigned in the box.


    But those watching the ball''s descent were left stunned.


    What the hell, ball, where are you going?


    Outside the box, at the top of the arc, Schneider, who had roamed around midfield during the corner setup, suddenly appeared in the space. No one marked him, the ball came in as a half-volley with nobody blocking its path, its speed just right for a slow descent.


    Schneider was poised to take a stunning volley, his stance looking absolutely spectacr.


    Bang!


    Aldrich smacked his forehead with his palm on the sidelines.


    What the hell was that shot?!


    Clearly, he had mishit it, the ball struck his foot andzily floated toward the small box.


    When the Paris Saint-Germain yers noticed that Pirlo''s corner was aimed outside the box, they all surged forward. What they didn''t expect was that Schneider wouldpletely miss his volley, sending the ball flying over their heads and behind them.


    They had to hurriedly stop and turn back, creating aically chaotic scene.


    In the small box, Lama had rushed out, but someone beat him to it, leaping up to head the ball into the. In that moment, Lama was powerless to respond.


    He could only signal to the linesman for offside.


    But the linesman did not respond.


    "Last-Minute Goal! Larsson has scored the winner for Millwall, turning the tide against Paris Saint-Germain just five minutes from the end. They now lead 2-1 away from home! The yers from Paris Saint-Germainined about offside, but slow-motion rey tells us Larsson indeed stood behind the Paris defenders in the penalty area; however, PSG''s right back, who was tracking the far post, had moved slowly andgged behind. As he got back into position, Larsson was already scoring. The referee''s decision was correct��the goal stands!"


    After scoring, Larsson let out an ecstatic smile, arms wide as he screamed at his teammates, running giddily along the touchline as they surrounded him, all frantic and excited.


    Eventually, Larsson was tackled to the ground by Southgate, and teammates flooded in to celebrate the goal.


    This was the goal that brought them a step closer to the finals!


    Aldrich jumped up in tion, a beaming smile on his face, as other coaches and yers rushed out to join in the celebration of that goal!


    Prince Park fell silent, except for the Millwall fans waving their gs and chanting wildly.


    Aldrich began to make substitutions, bringing Gronkjaer on for Shevchenko and Zambrotta for Capdev.


    Paris Saint-Germain refused to ept defeat on their home turf. Regardless of their exhausted state, they immediatelyunched an offensive onught.


    But after their powerful attack failed, they turned to Schneider, who executed a long ball finding Gronkjaer, the Danish yer disying explosive pace as he took the ball down the wing. Although he appeared somewhat clumsy in technique, taking too big a touch, he directed the ball five meters behind Domi. As Domi turned to chase, he noticed a figure speeding alongside him, and after just a couple of strides, he found himself a position behind Gronkjaer.


    What the hell! What kind of speed is this?!


    Using a simple and forceful method, Gronkjaer made short work of Domi, dribbling and shifting directions to dart into the box. As Le Gorrec approached to defend, Gronkjaer made a sharp cut to the base line and then sent the ball back to the center.


    With space to himself and no one pressuring him, Trezeguet calmly struck at the golden opportunity, picking his angle beautifully for a near-post finish!


    But Lama, once more, lunged to stop the shot, and it was a reflexive save, with the ball striking his face!


    Trezeguet, who had cursed himself for missing the earlier post, found all his frustration vanishing now.


    He stood with hands on hips, staring down, then slowly walked over to pat the downed Lama, who was holding his face in pain, murmuring an apology.


    Paris Saint-Germain had escaped a cmity, and the referee blew the final whistle. Lama would see the team doctor.


    The game came to an end, with Millwall defeating the reigning champions Paris Saint-Germain 2-1 in the first leg of their UEFA Cup semi-final!

 Chapter 205: End of the Streak

    <h4>Chapter 205: End of the Streak</h4>


    In a thrilling sh against one of Europe''s top teams, Millwall''s entire squad felt invigorated after securing a victory on the road. Undoubtedly, this was a confidence-boosting, milestone match.


    After the game, Fern��ndez stated at the press conference that everything was still in y and that Paris Saint-Germain would strive for aeback in the second leg.


    However, the attending journalists disagreed, viewing him as merely putting on a brave face. Even the French reporters believed PSG failed to create more opportunities on home soil, raising doubts about how they could perform better in London.


    Some reporters leaning towards Marseille bluntly asked, "If you don''t win the league this season and fall in the semifinals of the European Cup, will you resign in disgrace?"


    This question infuriated Fern��ndez, and he angrily left the stage.


    When it was Aldrich''s turn to be interviewed, the atmosphere changed abruptly. Most French reporters fell silent, with only a few fixating on Trezeguet''s squandered golden opportunities, seemingly aiming to spark discord within the Millwall camp.


    Aldrich dismissed their concerns lightly: "David didn''t score today, which is normal. He contributed significantly to both our attack and defense. If he had vanished on the pitch, or scored a goal but then disappeared during defense, I would criticize such a forward severely. Fortunately, David wasn''t like that��he yed excellently today, just a bit unlucky."


    The French journalists'' faces turned dark; anyone with a bit of sense could tell Aldrich was subtly mocking the two forwards from PSG, even if he meant no harm. But the reporters didn''t hold back.


    English journalists remained quiet, with a few who understood French sharing Aldrich''sments with their peers, prompting silence among the French reporters.


    Then it was time for the English journalists to pose their questions.


    "Coach Fern��ndez believes they still have a chance to turn things around. What do you think?"


    "Of course they do. We''ve only yed 90 minutes of a 180-minute match, and the scoreline isn''t overwhelmingly in anyone''s favor. Paris Saint-Germain absolutely has opportunities. Besides, our next match will be at Wembley. Even though it''s in London too, it significantly diminishes their home advantage. The second leg will be full of suspense and variables, and we''ll take the next match very seriously. If we underestimate them, today''s victory could mean nothing."


    ...


    Upon returning to London, Millwall was met with enthusiastic cheers from Fleet Street.


    Calls for a ce in the finals grew louder, as various newspapers highlighted Millwall''s stunning away victory against the defending champions.


    On the other hand, Manchester United suffered a crushing defeat at Westfalenstadion in Germany. After their unsessful attempt to retain the league title, their hopes of advancing in the Champions League seemed to dwindle. The media in Fleet Street was skeptical about United''s future since they hadn''t managed to escape the league pressure. With Liverpool only two points behind, they needed to give it their all in the remaining matches,If they don''t finish in the top two of the league, they''ll be left with no choice but topete in the UEFA Cup next season.


    In the weekend''s league match, Aldrich rested his key yers and led a younger squad to face Newcastle United at St. James'' Park.


    The stadium was filled to capacity.


    This season was supposed to be Newcastle''s best chance at iming the league title, especially after being so closest year only to lose to Millwall, allowing Manchester United to take the trophy. Shearer''s signing was expected to bolster their team, but the current situation had them feeling quite disillusioned. Now, their battle was for second ce.


    To this day, Newcastle''s fans felt deep resentment towards Millwall.


    Had Newcastle United not been swept by Millwallst season, particrly in that important sh toward the end of the season, they were utterly convinced they would have hoisted the league trophy.


    This sentiment was something fans of any big club could rte to.


    Millwall''s fans also thought that if they had maintained a perfect record against weaker teamsst season, they would certainly be champions.


    Liverpool, Arsenal... strong teams often see defeats against lesser opponents as mere idents, not realizing this is simply the nature of football; the strong remain strong, but that doesn''t guarantee victory in every match.


    Kevin Keegan''s exit came early in the year as Daglish took over.


    He led ckburn to the title during the season when Millwall was still in the second division. Daglish had faded into the background, and Aldrich did not get a chance to face him then.


    Today, however, they finally had the opportunity to cross paths.


    Daglish had improved Newcastle''s defense since taking charge, though their attacking prowess didn''t match Keegan''s exciting ystyle. At least in terms of points, Newcastle was only four points behind Manchester United, still hopeful for second ce.


    Theirpetitive spirit was palpable.


    As the yers entered the pitch, Newcastle''s squad formed two lines, weing Millwall onto the pitch.


    However, the fans in the stands observed with a cold gaze.


    In the top tier of English football, it''s traditional for teams to wee a champion as they enter away grounds, a custom dating back to the Busby Babes era when strong Chelsea imed their first league title and visited Old Trafford. Sir Matt Busby graciously had his yers form a guard of honor for the champions, showcasing respect for their prowess. This created a gentlemanly tradition in English football where league and European champions receive such honors during matches that aren''t yet concluded, though there are exceptions.


    Overall, this kind of hospitality should not be seen as shameful; instead, it showcases good sportsmanship. Losing the title gracefully without pretending to ignore a champion they sincerely admire ismendable.


    Yet today''s guard of honor amused thementator.


    "Newcastle United is weing the new Premier League champions at St. James'' Park, which is fine as it''s part of our English tradition. But the majority of Millwall''s yers on the pitch today are substitutes. They look embarrassed as if the wee was meant for someone else."


    Indeed, the Millwall yers felt a bit embarrassed.


    They were part of the champions, but as bench yers, they felt they were only basking in the glow of others'' achievements.


    Aldrich wasfortably seated on the sidelines, sensing no issues. Team pride is for everyone. Even if you''re not in the starting eleven, your contributions still matter, and he really couldn''t stand fans arguing about who''s more important. It''s fine topare abilities, but in a team, every yer ys a role. Just imagine��let''s see how 11 starters do for an entire season without hitting any bumps; if they pull that off, it''d be quite the miracle!


    Aldrich had little inmon with Daglish, and even as fellow coaches, there seemed to be no connection.


    It was curious.


    Aldrich is just that way. Even if Robson isn''t the best coach, they can still have a good chat. He gets along easily with Martin O''Neill and has many more friends in the industry like that.


    But with certain colleagues, first impressions showed no potential formon ground; unless necessary, he had no desire to engage.


    It was perhaps a matter of personal affinity.


    Furthermore, with Daglish''s connection to Liverpool, he likely didn''t want a rtionship with Aldrich, who had publicly humiliated the Reds on the pitch and mocked them in interviews.


    Liverpool held a near familial significance for Daglish. Without the Hillsborough disaster, their decline would have been far slower, and Daglish might have achieved even greater heights in his coaching career.


    As Aldrich watched Newcastle''s starting lineup, he turned to Benitez, asking, "What do you think their tactics will be?"


    Benitez replied, "Keegan''s attacking style worked well; they just need to tighten their overall defense. I don''t expect any drastic changes."


    Aldrich shook his head, replying, "They''ll likely revert to the traditional 4-4-2, wings flying in tandem. Do you believe it?"


    Benitez raised an eyebrow, "Really? Going back to that?"


    Aldrich shrugged, "This way, both midfielders can focus solely on defending while the attack remains with the wings."


    "Let''s see."


    As the match kicked off, Benitez observed and sighed, "This indeed seems to be a suitable tactic for today''s game."


    Newcastle did indeed execute a 4-4-2 formation, with both a tall and quick forward leading the charge.


    Shearer teamed up with Ferdinand.


    Interestingly, the other forward, the unfortunate Aspri, was seen as partly responsible for the copse of Newcastle after ending Mn''s unbeaten streak. He had joined Newcastle in the winter for half a season before being criticized by the media as one of the reasons for theirte-season failure, with ims that his arrival disrupted their attacking system, preventing crucial goals in key matches.


    Keegan insisted Aspri was a genius, perfectly suited for Newcastle, but once he departed, Daglish took over, and Aspri was promptly benched.


    Daglish, having previously coborated with Shearer at ckburn, knew how to utilize him. He preferred a traditional tall striker to partner with Shearer, and Ferdinand naturally secured a starting position,bining efficiently with Shearer.


    "The yers seem off today, like they can''t keep up."


    Benitez whispered to Aldrich.


    Aldrich noticed too, but didn''t feel the need to yell at the yers; it would be pointless.


    Unlike their rxed demeanor against Liverpool, the young yers on the pitch genuinely seemed to be struggling physically.


    They had traveled to Paris on Tuesday, returnedte Thursday, rested for half a day, and were now back at away matches. Honestly, Aldrich himself felt a bit dazed. Even if most of the yers hadn''t featured midweek, the travel fatigue would weigh on them. Aldrich didn''t mind, as he needed his yers to get ustomed to this kind of midweek travel rhythm, letting their bodies gradually adapt.


    Manchester United''s poor performance this season also stemmed from simr factors, with their younger yers struggling to cope with the demands of European travel while also facing heightened attention and pressure.


    The match was far from pretty, but Newcastle''s individuals posed a significant threat.


    Shearer and Ferdinand each contributed, as Newcastle led 2-0 at halftime.


    In the second half, Aldrich adjusted his formation and subbed on a few yers, but in the end, both teams managed to score once, concluding the match with Newcastle securing their well-deserved three points.


    Millwall''s unbeaten league streak of 31 matches came to an end.


    Given they were already crowned champions, it was unreasonable to expect a victory in every match. Fleet Street understood without mocking them, as Millwall was due for another match next week, facing a crucial FA Cup semifinal at Old Trafford. Their schedule had indeed been packed.


    The FA Cup semifinal is held at a neutral venue, where Millwall willpete against Middlesbrough for a ticket to the final at Wembley.


    Following that, they had league matches, and in a week''s time, their UEFA Cup semifinal''s second leg willmence. Having already wrapped up the league title, Millwall had the bandwidth to manage the demanding schedule, and Aldrich wasn''t facing the same challenges as at the end ofst season.

 Chapter 206: Ten Loyal Ones, One Traitor

    <h4>Chapter 206: Ten Loyal Ones, One Traitor</h4>


    As the season drew to a close, the head coach''s job became increasingly demanding, especially for someone like Aldrich, who still had trophies to chase.


    Sunday night at home, his parents were hosting Pusk��s and his wife for dinner. Over the past year, Pusk��s had established a steady routine: he would receive treatment at the hospital during the week, but every weekend, he''d catch a match. He rarely left London, where he was always the center of attention, apanied by Arthur, who guided him around the city.


    Arthur made an enthusiastic suggestion during dinner that they should take a summer holiday together, traveling to the beautiful Mediterranean resorts, and the Pusk��s couple dly epted.


    This made Arthur incredibly excited, and he promptly called Bat to casually say, "I''m off on a trip with my friends, so get a big yacht ready for me!"


    Since the start of the year, Bat had been in America, cashing out investments in Southeast Asia. He wrapped up his exit from that market earlier this year and dove into the international capital scene. While there, he met plenty of Wall Street traders. Much like a second offensive in football, Bat pulled out of Asia partly due to Aldrich''s concerns about the market''s future. Conversely, Bat learned whispers on Wall Street that international financiers were looking to make a big y in Asia, and he naturally wanted in on the action.


    "So, Bat helplessly told Arthur: I don''t have a yacht, and I don''t have the spare cash to buy one right now. I can only borrow one from a friend."


    Arthur wasn''t concerned about the details; as long as there was a yacht, he didn''t mind whose it was.


    "Bat quickly contacted friends in Europe. Eventually, he ''borrowed'' a luxurious yacht. The price was an exchange of information."


    "This also brought their friends into the financial war they were preparing for."


    Aldrich was focused solely on work, with little to distract him from his responsibilities. Meanwhile, Mnie''s girl group was bing a sensation across Europe, hardly staying in London, performing throughout the UK and other countries while gearing up to make a ssh in the US marketter this year. If sessful, they''d embark on a global tour next year. Unfortunately, With the two of them rarely seeing each other, they could only catch up by phone every evening."


    Yet within his work realm, there were plenty of issues to upy Aldrich''s mind.


    yer poaching was a daily disturbance. It wasn''t just Aldrich''s yers they were after; even their coaches were being courted.


    Ben��tez had received offers from teams in Spain but had no intention of leaving. Coaches like Jansen were being contacted by smaller clubs in Hond, yet they were hesitant to move, believing theycked the same leverage as Aldrich. If they returned to coach a team and underperformed, would they even return to Millwall? After all, they were all still under thirty.


    The thirty-year-old Nagy, who coached the youth team, had caught the attention of some clubs in League One. Perhaps it was because of the youth team''s past sess, particrly the FA Youth Cup triumph, which was perceived as a testament to his coaching ability. Despite the youth team''s failure to reach the Youth Cup finals this season, they had secured the league title ahead of schedule and held their own in friendly matches against teams in Norway and France.


    Most importantly, poaching Nagy might also mean taking some talented youth yers along.


    However, the outside world seemed oblivious to the connection between Nagy and Aldrich. In a way, they were like older and younger brothers; Nagy was the elder, while Aldrich was the junior. Yet they had starkly contrasting traits. Aldrich showed no patience for beginner-level training; he thrived on tactics, using capable yers as pawns, while Nagy was quite the opposite��his calm nature often stifled enthusiasm, but he was meticulous about developing yers.


    They were a match made in heaven. Nagy outright refused all invitations without even ncing at them. The moreposed he was, the less likely he was to impulsively coach a first team, where his shorings would beid bare.


    Besides, he wasn''t one to seek the limelight.


    As they prepared to face Old Trafford midweek, Aldrich didn''t bring his full squad. Stam had been relegated to the reserves as Millwall and Manchester United reached an agreement over his transfer. After the confrontation between Aldrich and Ferguson at the Lion''s Den, Ferguson hadn''t reached out since. United boldly set a transfer fee of ��15 million��Adam hoped to negotiate further since that was their opening bid, giving Millwall room to bargain.


    But Aldrich had Adam ept the offer.


    That sum matched the world record for transfer fees, despite the likelihood of being surpassed by a foreign yer in the summer. Nheless, it remained the highest transfer fee for a defender. Aldrich felt there was no need to haggle with United over the price; after all, it was the figure he himself had suggested. He was a man of his word and didn''t see the point of reneging.


    Both clubs kept the transfer quiet, waiting for the season''s end when Stam would go to Manchester for a medical check. Following that, they''d announce the move.


    Both parties wanted to avoid any premature announcements that might disrupt their squads.


    After all, United still aimed for second ce in the league and the second leg of the Champions League semifinals. Once Stam''s transfer was public, how would their two center-backs react? Who would be pushed out of the first team next season?


    Yet at Millwall, the word was getting out; Stam, a key yer, had been absent from the squad list for consecutive matches. Initially, the club didn''t see any major issues��just rotations or injuries, which were perfectly normal. But when reporters captured him being dropped to the reserves, it sparked a media frenzy.


    Fleet Street spected on two possibilities: first, disciplinary actions��perhaps Stam had breached some team rule and was being punished. Or second, a transfer��either Stam was no longer part of Millwall''s future ns, or he wanted out and had fallen out of favor with Aldrich, resulting in the young coach''s firm decision to drop him.


    Aldrich''s prior outrage toward United stemmed from this situation.


    Millwall''s season wasn''t over yet, and whether United''s poaching would be a sess or failure mattered little to them. But Millwall could suffer significantly, especially in terms of team morale.


    Aldrich wanted Stam to leave with dignity, but at this stage, he had to ensure Stam vanished from the first team''s sight, sending a clear message to the squad: Stam was no longer one of them!


    Otherwise, with teammates constantly looking at Stam, but Aldrich not using him, it would undeniably arouse suspicion that could spread like wildfire. That was not something anyone wanted.


    Before the FA Cup kicked off, Aldrich was already at Old Trafford, seated in the stands about twenty minutes before kickoff, chatting with ITV''s on-site reporter.


    "Is Larsson injured?"


    "No, he''s just a bit fatigued. I asked him to stay in London to rest up for the league match this weekend."


    "Ah, is it to help him chase the European Golden Boot?"


    "That''s a crucial honor for a striker. If he has a chance to pursue it, I''m certainly going to help him. His teammates want to help him achieve that goal too. But Larsson isn''t a selfish yer. He''s top of the scoring charts this season and third in assists."


    "Can you speak about Stam? He yed for the reserves yesterday, helping them win. He seems fit; why isn''t he on the list? He''s missing from today''s league match, the European sh, and the FA Cup."


    Aldrich scanned the Theater of Dreams, then smiled faintly, "His heart isn''t with Millwall anymore."


    The ITV reporter paused, unexpected by the bombshell he''d just received from Aldrich.


    Aldrich figured rather than let the media guess, it was better to break the news now and get the public spection over with, stabilizing the team''s morale.


    "Are you saying he wants to transfer?"


    "Yes. He aims to join a bigger club that he perceives as greater and more appealing than Millwall."


    The ITV journalist processed the information quickly and asked, "Is it a Spanish or Italian powerhouse?"


    He genuinely believed no team in Ennd could rival Millwall.


    Aldrich shook his head, "I can''t say, but the transfer conditions are nearly finalized. Out of respect for this transfer, Millwall won''t disclose Stam''s new club until the season wraps up."


    "Is that why Stam was relegated to the reserves?"


    "That''s to keep him in shape. Maybe people outside think he''s really strong, and I should continue to use him now because he hasn''t left yet. But as a coach, I value team unity more. I can''t imagine having a yer who''s not fullymitted in my squad. It''s like seeing ten loyal yers plus one traitor; that would ruin our unity."


    "A traitor? Is that your assessment of Stam''s desire to leave?"


    Aldrich nodded, "Yes. Because he chose to transfer when the team needs him the most. I''m not saying yers should remain with Millwall for life, but we''re in a crucial phase of the season, and his departure would negatively impact us. That represents betrayal. Before the season ends, I don''t want to see him anymore. I can''t disregard the contributions he''s made over the past three years, but right now, I''d prefer he stay away from my team. When he leaves after the season, I''ll wish him well."


    ...


    ITV wasn''t the live broadcaster, so even with this explosive scoop in hand, they couldn''t release it immediately. During this time, the mediandscape was still sparse; mobile phones mainly served for texts and calls.


    As the FA Cup semifinal approached, fans'' eyes were still glued to the pitch.


    Many Millwall fans were confused, waving banners from the stands: "Let Stam back!"


    They spected that there was tension between Aldrich and Stam. Until they learned the truth, they hoped the team would face uing matches with its strongest lineup.


    Stam had been a vital part of the team''s transformation from League One to Premier League champions over the past three years, and every fan understood his importance.


    Yet in today''s FA Cup semifinal, Aldrich fielded a team made up of half starters and half substitutes.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Mills, Elghra, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Lampard, Makelele, Back, Nedv��d.


    Forwards: Shevchenko, Phillips.


    Aldrich opted for an unusual 4-3-1-2 formation.


    He didn''t want the team confined to either a 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1 setup. Strong teams often switch formations to handle different opponents. Relying on a fixed tactical system can lead to stagnation; over time, thinking bes rigid, and adaptability vanishes during critical moments.


    Today''s opponent was Middlesbrough, managed by Bryan Robson. Last season, they had performed well, bolstered this season by several noteworthy signings: Ravinelli, Juninho, Emerson, and others. They shifted their focus to an attacking style instead of the prior defend-and-counter strategy, leading to a decline in their performance. Last season, as neers, rivals underestimated them, and they thrived on counterattacks. However, as opponents now respected them, they experienced difficulties before their new squad and tactics were firmly established and became prey to counterattacks as well. Robson''s experimentation with formation and new strategy came at the cost of points, leaving them in the relegation zone.


    This was partially due to their unteral cancetion of a match against ckburn, which resulted in a three-point deduction��a first in Premier League history. While Leeds Unitedter faced simr penalties for financial misconduct, that was a situation in the second tier of football.

 Chapter 207: Super Goal!!!

    <h4>Chapter 207: Super Goal!!!</h4>


    Bryan Robson led his team to Old Trafford. If any Manchester United fans found themselves free that evening to catch an FA Cup semi-final, there''s no doubt they would be supporting Middlesbrough. Besides Robson''s illustrious history as a legend with United, the animosity between United fans and Millwall was no secret.


    As the main characters Aldrich and Robson greeted each other before the match, the atmosphere was surprisingly cordial. They chatted for a bit, and Robson congratted Millwall on winning the Premier League title, offering encouragement for their uing challenge in the European Cup Winners'' Cup final.


    Aldrich graciously epted thepliments. The two then returned to the bench. Although the venue was neutral, Middlesbrough still imed the home dressing room and dugout; Aldrich didn''t mind it at all. It was just a minor detail.


    Middlesbrough had struggled in the league, but here they were in the semi-finals of the FA Cup, having also reached the final of the League Cup, despite Robson''s unfortunate loss to the up-anding Martin O''Neill.


    This phenomenon wasn''t too surprising; cuppetitions were often a breeding ground for upsets. It was quitemon for relegation-threatened teams to reach the League and FA Cup finals, and it wasn''t new to see lower-division teams clinch the trophy.


    The match kicked off under the lights of the "Theatre of Dreams."


    Millwall started the match cautiously, relying on their midfield intercepting skills to thwart Middlesbrough''s attacks.


    Juninho and Emerson''s midfield partnership was both reasonable and formidable. Juninho was hailed as one of the most creative midfielders in contemporary Brazil, while Emerson yed a more defensive role. Theirbination worked well, and coupled with the goal-scoring efficiency of veteran striker Ravanelli, Middlesbrough''s lineup was something many Premier League teams envied.


    Perhaps driven by a sense of urgency, thinking their prowess could overwhelm their opponents, Middlesbrough performed far below expectations in this match. On paper, they were definitely not the relegation favorites predicted before the season began.


    Now in the semi-finals, just one step away from the final and a mere 180 minutes from the championship trophy��this was undoubtedly a critical match.


    In such an important game, Aldrich surprisingly deployed a lineup that left experts astonished.


    In reality, he was using this match as a training exercise, not primarily focusing on tactics.


    Instead, he aimed to develop the team''s mentality.


    He wanted the seasoned yers in the starting lineup to help the younger yers adapt to the pressure of a high-stakes match.


    A strong team should be patient andposed; they shouldn''t let the heightened attention cause an imbnce in their mindset.


    He relied on veterans like Nedved, Makelele, and Southgate to bolster the confidence of yers like Lampard and Mills.


    As a result, Millwall didn''t rush forward after the kickoff. They weren''t keen on a fast-paced game. Even with the extraordinarily creative Juninho in Middlesbrough''s midfield, they found their attacking formation methodically disrupted by Millwall''s solid presence of midfielders. Juninho orchestrated the team''s offense, but they posed little threat.


    Millwall''s attacking strategy leaned on individual capabilities. Nedved, Phillips, and Shevchenkobined well in the attacking third, with Lampard or Back frequently joining the attack. Their outstanding individual skills allowed them to hold their ground during one-on-one situations. Despite being outnumbered in attack, Millwall created several good chances, but luck was not on their side; Phillips wasted a few opportunities that could have found the back of the.


    Aldrich was positioned by the coaching area, ncing back at Jansen as he pondered whether to tell the yers to attempt long passes. However, he also realized there was no center forward in the formation to act as a focal point for the attack. Suddenly, without warning, Millwall found the back of the.


    After struggling to prate the opposition''s defense, Middlesbrough pressed forward, only to be caught out by a quick counter-attack��their goal was breached.


    The goal came from Back''s swift run through the center, drawing Emerson''s attention, allowing him to charge through until thest moment, when he squared the ball to Phillips, who struck with deadly precision.


    Aldrich offered Jansen a wry smile as he witnessed the goal.


    No need for further discussion.


    The match had be easier to handle.


    "This conceded goal probably reflects the entire season of Middlesbrough. They possess strong capabilities, but once their attack is thwarted, their mindset bes impatient, resulting in reckless forward pushes that leave them vulnerable to counter-attacks. In the Premier League, they''re seventh in scoring but have the highest number of goals conceded. Even if their defense improved slightly, they definitely wouldn''t find themselves in relegation trouble."


    After conceding, Middlesbrough tried to stabilize their defense.


    But now, what could they do?


    Especially since Millwall maintained a steady,posed pace throughout the match, nothing ring had changed. They patiently sought out weaknesses from their opponents and utilized individual skills to shift the dynamic. Middlesbrough regretted their focused defending after the first half, having wasted over twenty minutes.


    In the dressing room, Aldrich praised the team''s performance. In knockout matches, mental fortitude was even more apparent. In league y, if both teams were patient, the urgency diminished, and it became meaningless. In league draws, at least points were at stake. In knockout rounds, however, a strong side had to keep theirposure. Competing against equally matched opponents highlighted this quality especially.


    On the stands at Old Trafford, more than thirty thousand Millwall fans hade to support their team.


    Their frenzied enthusiasmpletely overshadowed the worried Middlesbrough fans.


    While thetter worried about relegation, Millwall''s fans were purely emotional.


    The Lions were the reigning champions of the FA Cup, and this season, the most important match ahead was stepping into the FA Cup final.


    The previous day, another FA Cup semi-final concluded, with one team already securing their ce in the final.


    That opposing team was none other than Millwall''s arch-rival: Chelsea!


    Because of this, Millwall''s supporters were roaring in the stands, rallying their team.


    Eliminate Middlesbrough, then crush Chelsea''s dreams of a title in the final!


    In the second half, Aldrich substituted Gronkjaer for Shevchenko and Gattuso for Makelele.


    Though the formation remained unchanged, the ystyle became much more straightforward and aggressive.


    Middlesbrough inevitably had to press all out on their offense.


    Aldrich, standing at the sideline, wore a serious expression.


    This was a test for the team.


    Taking off the key defensive yer Makelele was undoubtedly a trial for the team''s defense.


    Gattuso and Makelele were two entirely different kinds of defensive yers. Gattuso relied on his robust physique and stamina to sweep back and forth, but hecked the keen anticipation of ys in crucial areas that Makelele possessed. In terms of pure defensive technique, Makelele clearly excelled.


    However, Gattuso brings a different kind of presence to the field. This intangible mental strength applies pressure on opponents with its aggression, making it a key quality in his y.


    Aldrich was satisfied that Gattuso held up under pressure. With the help of Lampard and Back, he performed his defensive duties well on the field, but it doesn''t stop there; he still has a long way to go before he can truly stand alone.


    Middlesbrough''s frenzied attacks for twenty minutes yielded little coherence. Aimless high balls simply found their way into the Millwall goal, only to be sent flying back out.


    Mills sent a long pass down the right nk.


    As Phillips, who had found space on the left, began his run, he stopped mid-sprint, letting out a sigh skyward.


    The pass had been utterly terrible, directly sending the ball to the opposing goal. A Middlesbrough defender stopped it and passed it to Juninho, who, impatient for an attack, turned around but failed to notice Back closing in. He intercepted the ball effortlessly and quickly back-heeled it to Gattuso without a nce, who didn''t take a touch and instead passed itterally to Lampard.


    Lampard took a step and thenunched a diagonal long pass to the right, where Gronkjaer sprinted in from the nk. Upon receiving the ball, he expertly controlled it while running and elerated towards the goal, unleashing a powerful shot.


    Bang!


    The ball smacked against the crossbar, ricocheting back. Middlesbrough''s defenders mmed on the brakes and turned to look just outside the goal, where Phillips, appearing out of nowhere, jumped into the air and executed a stunning volley.


    The ball traced a subtle curve as it sailed into Middlesbrough''s, leaving the goalkeeper stranded.


    "A world-ss strike! A spectacr volley! This is Millwall''s super-sub��remember his name, Kevin Phillips! This shot undoubtedly has a chance topete for Goal of the Year! Millwall''s attacking line is the envy of many; Aldrich Hall should give Phillips more opportunities��just look at that goal! Is this a shot that any ordinary striker could pull off?"


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, initially with his hands sped over his mouth, feeling a bit frustrated after Gronkjaer''s long-range shot rattled off the crossbar.


    But in the next moment, Phillips'' astonishing volley blew his mind.


    He moved his hands away from his mouth, his jaw agape in disbelief, as if struggling toprehend what he had just witnessed.


    Though it wasn''t a bicycle kick, it felt like one of those incredible moves you''d see in a footballmercial.


    After all, the ball had been deflected off the crossbar; Phillips had volleyed it without letting it touch the ground. If there hadn''t been any other yers on the field, it could have served as perfect advertising material��especially that trajectory right into the bottom corner of the. If given a thousand or ten thousand attempts, one might never replicate such a jaw-dropping effect!


    The stands at Old Trafford erupted; the Lions'' fans were ecstatic, and even some Middlesbrough supporters apuded after witnessing that brilliant goal.


    "Why not keep him? Sometimes you need yers who can deliver such unpredictable strikes," someone suggested from the coaching staff.


    The coaches ran out to celebrate, discussing how spectacr the goal had been.


    Jansen then made a suggestion to Aldrich.


    Aldrich''s expression transformed from shock to a smile, which eventually turned into a wry grin.


    Aldrich really wanted to retain Phillips. Given his age, his technical skills were pretty much solidified, but he required games to keep his edge. If he could mesh with Millwall''s main tactical framework, Aldrich would definitely give him at least 25 appearances throughout the season. However, he just couldn''t fit in with the team. Like thatst goal he scored, it wasn''t a result of teamwork; it was purely a product of his individual ability to seize a second-chance opportunity, which makes it hard to maintain a consistent scoring rate.


    If Phillips wanted to leave, Aldrich had no intention of standing in his way; it wouldn''t be fair to hinder his future. After all, Aldrich couldn''t bet that every time he used Phillips, he would respond with a stunning goal.


    After conceding a second goal, Middlesbrough appeared deted, with yers gradually losing their motivation on the field.


    Because Millwall had shown them no glimmer of hope for victory in the first seventy minutes.


    They had only created a few weak chances and taken shots that posed no threat.


    In the end, the match finished at 2-0, as Aldrich led Millwall to their second consecutive FA Cup final.


    Meanwhile, Middlesbrough would now turn their attention fully to the relegation battle.

 Chapter 208: Master-Disciple Breakup

    <h4>Chapter 208: Master-Disciple Breakup</h4>


    The news of Millwall reaching the FA Cup final didn''t have the explosive impact one might expect. From the very beginning of the FA Cup, Millwall had been one of the favorites to win it all, and defeating Middlesbrough was hardly a surprising oue.


    As Aldrich''s team returned to London, he found himself surrounded by reporters.


    Countless journalists gathered outside the club, including those from Fleet Street and sports reporters from other European countries stationed in London. They crowded around Aldrich, unable to physically block him but bombarding him with questions.


    "Is it true that Stam is transferring?"


    "Why is Millwall selling him?"


    "What will the transfer fee be?"


    "Which club will Stam go to? Is he leaving Ennd?"


    ...


    The news that Aldrich had dropped about Stam''s potential transfer before the FA Cup semi-final had finally taken the British media by storm.


    Premier League giants and top clubs were closely monitoring the situation, and other leading European clubs were following the unfolding events.


    Everyone knew that Millwall was burdened with debts of over a hundred million pounds due to their new stadium, and once Aldrich revealed Stam''s transfer, other clubs with itchy feet began to stir.


    Was Millwall about to hold a clearance sale?


    Even mid-table Premier League teams were trying to verify the authenticity of this news, as losing a key defender like Stam meant something significant��most directly, it indicated a decrease in strength!


    Just as Aldrich was about to enter the club, he suddenly stopped, turned around to face all the reporters, and waited for the crowd to quiet down. He replied tly, "Unless something unexpected happens, Stam will leave Millwall when the summer transfer window opens. Where he goes, you''ll know when that day arrives. Millwall will not make any furtherments on Stam''s transfer. Thank you."


    With that, Aldrich walked through the club''s door, the reporters blocked outside by security, and he quickly drove away from the club.


    The next day, Stam''s jersey was taken off the shelves.


    The fans of the Lions couldn''t ept this sudden news; they gathered at the club''s entrance wanting to know the inside story. Brady, who knew Aldrich best, recalled the day a year and a half ago when he confronted Aldrich about Larsson''s transfer, and knew Aldrich''s seriousness regarding the club.


    Aldrich would never do anything to harm Millwall.


    Even if Stam were to transfer, it shouldn''t have been revealed at this time, but Aldrich couldn''t keep using Stam. For the sake of the team''s development, he had to let others step up quickly. Therefore, Brady believed that Stam was surely determined to leave.


    So, while Brady was heartbroken, he was also filled with rage as he and members of the Lion''s Roar fans club held up signs outside the reserve team''s training ground.


    "Traitor! Get out! You don''t deserve the Lions'' jersey!"


    Stam''s personal fans might not have reacted much, but for the loyal fans of the club, they clearly couldn''t tolerate Stam''s transfer.


    The deeper the love, the harsher the criticism. Fans pour all their passion into you; when outsiders criticize, we stand silently behind you. When others point out your poor performance, we, the loyal supporters, ept that. Even when other fans insult you, we risk our lives to fight back!


    How could you decide to leave at such a critical moment?


    We are in the thick of a title chase!


    Stam was training with the reserves when the fans, just a few dozen meters away, were passionately using and insulting him, calling him a traitor. This was unbearable, and he wanted to run over and argue with them, but he was ultimately stopped by the coach.


    Stam shook off the coach''s hand and left the training ground alone.


    That afternoon''s training was disastrous.


    Aldrich observed that the first-team yers were all sullen; everyone had turned silent due to Stam''s potential transfer.


    Because they all knew how important Stam was to the team.


    This season, Millwall was not only the most potent team in the Premier League, but also had the most solid defense, conceding the fewest goals. This was undeniably thanks to Stam''s contributions.


    After training, Aldrich entered the locker room. The yers hadn''t left yet, and Trezeguet was discussing the matter with Mak��l��l��.


    "Why? Is there something wrong with his brain?"


    Trezeguet was perplexed, a hint ofplexity on his face.


    Mak��l��l�� responded, "What do you mean? Maybe he''ll earn more at another club. Sometimes, it''s not thatplicated; it''s simple."


    Trezeguet rubbed his bald head, still sounding doubtful.


    "We only won one Premier League title; what does that mean? We''re going topete in the Champions League next season. Achieving something significant on that stage is what truly matters, right? It''s just so damn hard to understand."


    Mak��l��l�� fell silent as he noticed Aldrich walking in and closing the locker room door.


    Trezeguet also spotted Aldrich and instinctively shrank back.


    His earlier words felt a bit inappropriate, suggesting that Millwall was merely a stepping stone.


    Aldrich had heard him but wasn''t angry; after all, it was human nature, nothing to take to heart.


    Some yers were showering, others were rxing with music, but when they saw Aldrich walk in after training, everyone instinctively returned to their lockers.


    Aldrich leaned against the wall by the door, his calm eyes scanning each yer''s face. Most yers appeared calm, though some, like Ferdinand, stood tall with determination in their eyes. For him, Stam''s departure would certainly be a good thing, as it would eliminate a strongpetitor, especially since he was on the weaker side.


    Aldrich spoke quietly, "In the past, this ce wasn''t the focus of Ennd, not even of London. We''ve struggled in lower leagues for years without winning any significant trophies. Now, we''re starting to win medals and gain attention��Stam is among our top stars��but his time with us hase to an end. What I want to emphasize today is that I can''t tolerate anything that disrupts the unity of the team or distracts our focus. I wish all of you could retire here, but I know that''s not realistic. Still, I hope we can respect and understand each other. When you wear the Millwall jersey, hold onto your loyalty. Please think only of contributing to this team. If anyone wants to leave, let me know. I won''t deliberately stop anyone. I''ll do my best to persuade you to stay. But those who want to move on need to convince themselves: is leaving Millwall the right choice for your career? Will you achieve greater honors at the new club? Or just tell me straight up: the new club will make me richer. But I still think that idea is utterly foolish. Only through sustained glory will there be broader opportunities for sess. This club hasid out long-term ns for transformation over the next five to ten years, and I firmly believe that Millwall will be the most sessful club on this, and I will keep striving for that goal."


    The yers listened intently, their eyes locked on Aldrich. After he finished speaking, a bittersweet smile crossed his face, and he began to leave.


    Just then, the locker room door was shoved open violently from the outside.


    Bang.


    The door mmed against the wall with a deafening sound.


    Stam burst in like a wild animal, scanning the room furiously until his gaze finally fell upon the calm figure of Aldrich standing beside him.


    "How could you do this? How could you call me a traitor? I ''ve always respected you from the bottom of my heart, and this is how you repay me?"


    Stam didn''t physically confront anyone; instead, he turned, rage etched across his face as he roared at Aldrich.


    The yers all stood up , and Aldrich raised a hand, indicating for them to stay back.


    Aldrich met Stam''s furious stare, unflinching, and softly asked, "Examine your inner self and ask yourself: when Manchester United approached you privately, when you reached a verbal agreement with them , what can your actions be called if not treachery?"


    "We had a dealst summer! You told me I could leave this summer! That was your promise!"


    Stam yelled, his voice cracking under the weight of the emotion.


    Aldrich red at him, his expression fierce as he snapped back, "But summer isn''t here yet! Our season''s not done! Your damn heart''s already in Old Trafford! You made this mess happen! You just had to wait a couple of months. When you''re finally ready to ask to leave, I won''t block you! But you went behind my back and made a deal with Manchester United. Go ask any owner or manager if they''d take this crap! You''re trampling Millwall''s dignity, and you im you respect me? This is how you show respect?"


    The other yers standing by looked shocked.


    They never imagined the transfer saga behind Stam was such a process!


    They had spected about the insider details, maybe it would be a peaceful separation: Stam wanted a transfer, Aldrich would let him, and they would agree to let Stam train with the reserves.


    Other yers had received contacts from clubs privately, but they all declined. Some were uninterested, while others maintained professionalism, and a few considered listening to offers. But for many young yers, very few would reach top clubs. Even if there were offers, they couldn''t guarantee a starting position. Why leave Millwall? Everyone knew that as long as they fought for their ce here, sess was attainable. Meanwhile, other top clubs swoop in during transfer windows, directly shrinking the ying time for young yers.


    Stam still wasn''t willing to back down, furiously shouting, "What was Millwall when I came here? A pile of garbage in League One! And now? Premier League champions! I''ve sacrificed three years of my life here! My efforts and contributions have earned you the right to call me a traitor?"


    Aldrich let out a coldugh, as if hearing the greatest joke in the world.


    "But don''t forget, you were nothing when you came here either! Who were your efforts for? That was your career! Don''t frame your sweat and hard work as selfless dedication! It''s your life! If you don''t put in the effort, you ruin yourself! And what has Millwall given you? Here, you became a top defender, you earned honors that many envy! I won''t deny your contributions to the team, but don''t overlook the fact that Millwall has achieved your sess!"


    Stam was rendered speechless, the veins on his temple throbbing, clenching his fists but unable to retort.


    Southgate stepped forward, standing in front of Stam. He spoke calmly, "Please leave. Since you''ve decided to transfer, I wish you luck on behalf of your teammates, but this is a locker room. Outsiders shouldn''t be here."


    Outsiders!


    Stam turned to look at the teammates he had battled alongside until half a month ago. Although many had calm expressions, a few gazed at him with hostility.


    Yes, he was already an outsider!


    The locker room, the most closed space in the team, was not a ce he should be in.


    Stam quickly regained hisposure, the previous mes of anger dissipating like smoke. He turned away, somewhat despondent.


    At this moment, Aldrich''s heart ached like a de. He watched as Stam''s figure disappeared out the door. Slowly, he walked to the row of lockers, standing before Stam''s locker. He reached out, gently tearing off the namete with Stam''s name and pocketing it. With his head down, Aldrich walked outside.


    The yers watched Aldrich the entire time, and Nedved saw a tear slip to the floor just before Aldrich left.


    Aldrich and Stam, the bond between the master and disciple hade to an end, and from this point on, they became strangers...

 Chapter 209: Towards Rotterdam

    <h4>Chapter 209: Towards Rotterdam</h4>


    Stam''s transfer news was buzzing all over Ennd. In just three years, he had be one of the top defenders in the Premier League, an undisputed star among defenders, so naturally, his transfer would be a hot topic.


    Millwall officially announced that Stam would transfer after the season ended, but didn''t disclose any further details.


    The media frenzy intensified when Stam stopped showing up at Millwall''s training ground. It wasn''t until a weekter, when he appeared in Manchester for a medical, that everyone realized: Stam was transferring to Manchester United!


    Aldrich could have chosen to stay quiet about Stam''s situation, but he decided to tackle it head-on. If he kept silent, the tabloids would continue to hound Stam, and Millwall would be the center of attention, which could harm the team in the long run.


    Rather than trying to cover it up, it made more sense to ignite the situation. Once the dust settled and the news cycle moved on, things would return to normal. Aldrich believed he had handled the timing well, especially since the Stam transfer story started to cool off before the return leg of the European Cup Winners'' Cup.


    Paris Saint-Germain were in London, eager to turn the tide in their favor, while Aldrich led Millwall with the intention of making sure the other foot was firmly nted in the finals.


    Wembley Stadium was packed to the brim. Previous European matches had only seen a maximum attendance of around 70%, due to the lesser teams visiting. But today, Millwall was up against reigning champions Paris Saint-Germain, and not only their dedicated fans were in attendance, but many neutral supporters also showed up.


    As the match approached, Aldrich walked onto the pitch, instantly igniting the atmosphere. The Millwall fans erupted into songs of support, pping and cheering for him.


    Dressed in a ck coat with his hands in his pockets, Aldrich moved forward, his expression calm, even a bit cold.


    The atmosphere had been tense in the club over the past week due to Stam''s transfer situation, with the media still causing a stir. Yet within the squad, yers had rallied together, quickly stabilizing morale. Just a few days ago, they had secured a decisive victory in the league, boosting confidence.


    Suddenly, a jolt hit Aldrich''s shoulder. He stopped and turned, only to be greeted by a blue cartoonish lion��the Millwall mascot, Leo.


    Before the match, staff dressed in the mascot costume would usually entertain fans on the sidelines, take pictures, and engage with children in the stands.


    As Leo reached out a hand toward Aldrich, he couldn''t help but smile. Just as he extended his right hand, Leo pulled his back, leaving Aldrich in an awkward moment.


    The fans in the stands burst intoughter at the scene.


    Not bothered, Aldrich prepared to walk away, but then Leo wrapped his arms around him, giving a thumbs-up to the crowd.


    Nearby fans quickly snapped pictures of the moment.


    After holding the pose for ten seconds, Aldrich let go and continued towards the coaching area. What he didn''t expect was for the restless blue lion to chase him down again, now grabbing his hands and making dancing motions.


    The crowd roared withughter.


    Watching the mascot''s antics, Aldrich felt his facial muscles twitching.


    Is he a spy? Here to mess around?


    He nced helplessly towards the sidelines, hoping someone would intervene to remind this lion of his role.


    I''m the coach of Millwall, not here for someedy act!


    "Hey, take it easy!" Aldrich muttered under his breath.


    Leo stopped moving and from within the lion''s head came a muffled voice.


    "Boss, you''re no fun!"


    Aldrich recognized the voice through the costume.


    "Ronaldo?"


    "Yep. If you won''t dance, I''ll dance myself."


    Aldrich couldn''t help but chuckle, surprised to find that the unfortunate lion was actually Ronaldo dressed up.


    Next, Leo showcased an impressive samba dance on the sidelines, leaving the audience in awe.


    That lion is adorable!


    More and more fans wanted to take photos with Leo, while Aldrich just smiled, shaking his head as he walked towards the coaching area.


    "What were you doing with him?" Benitez asked with a frown as Aldrich approached.


    Aldrich just smiled, not wanting to exin that he had been dragged into the antics by Ronaldo.


    He soon spotted the away team coach, Fernandez, at the sidelines, and walked over to greet him with a few pleasantries.


    Both teams were fielding their strongest lineups, with no changes from their first encounter. Aldrich noticed the Paris Saint-Germain yers��each of them looked resolute, truly believing they could overturn the odds in London.


    Standing calmly at the sidelines, Aldrich waited for the match to start.


    Though they were in London, neither team was particrly familiar with the pitch. From a conditions standpoint, the two sides were evenly matched. In a way, ying at Wembley heightened the stakes for the away team; it''s the most prestigious venue in Ennd!


    Millwall''s only undeniable advantage was the support from the fans in the stands.


    As the match started, a chant filled the stadium, with the boisterous Millwall supporters rhythmically calling out their team''s name, creating an atmosphere unlike any other.


    Fernandez was pumping up his yers from the sidelines, his energy shing with Aldrich''s imposing silence.


    The moment the game kicked off, Paris Saint-Germainunched a vigorous attack. The yers moved with purpose, particrly focusing on long-range shots to disrupt Millwall''s rhythm.


    In the third minute, Ra�� took a shot from 40 yards that sailed past the goalpost, sending a chill down Butte''s spine.


    Two minutester, Leonardo fired a long-range shot from the right nk, only to be parried away by Butte. Loco''s follow-up was blocked by Elgr�� with a decisive tackle.


    After another minute, Leroux sent a diagonal pass from just over the midfield line, catching Southgate off guard. Loco managed to receive the pass but shot weakly, which Butte easily gathered.


    In those first ten minutes, Millwall found themselves utterly overwhelmed by Paris Saint-Germain''s onught.


    Aldrich remained expressionless on the sidelines, and Janssen even suggested, "Let''s have Nedved drop back and switch ces with Pirlo!"


    But Aldrich shook his head in refusal.


    The issue of being suppressedy in the midfield. After Pirlo reced Back as a starter, there was a clear drop in defensive strength in this high-stakes matchup. In the previous game, Pirlo came on in the 60th minute when many of the veteran yers from Paris Saint-Germain were already fatigued. However, in this match, it was just the beginning, and they were all energetic and quickly found their rhythm.


    Pirlo would manage just fine if it were only about holding his defensive position. Yet, he still needed to refine his defensive skills. While intercepting ball paths during active y was not a concern, facing a crafty yer like Ra�� increased his chances of getting beaten significantly. Moreover, Paris Saint-Germain was deliberately retreating their organized y, causing Makelele to be cautious about pushing forward too far, fearing open spaces behind him.


    Aware of this, Pirlo instinctively dropped deeper, connecting himself with the backline. Even if he got beaten, he could still limit the opponent''s advance.


    Desperate to score, Paris Saint-Germain''s attacks became more relentless. Millwall''s strategy today was straightforward��not to solely defend; they needed to seize opportunities to kill the game off!


    Pirlo was once again bypassed by Ra��, but he managed to restrict the right side, coaxing Ra�� to break through on the left. Once Ra�� passed Pirlo, Makelele was right there, and before Ra�� could make his next move, Makelele extended his leg to intercept, returning the ball to Pirlo.


    Aldrich nodded in approval at that defensive effort.


    Aldrich arranged for the entire coaching team to focus on one-on-one sessions with Pirlo for his defensive training. Since Pirlocked certain defensive skills, it was essential for him to have outstanding defensive awareness and positioning topensate for these technical deficiencies.


    Just like in that earlier y, his positioning was strong, forcing Ra�� into only the right-side option to break through. Although Pirlo was beaten, he and Makelele coborated effectively in defense. When Ra�� got past Pirlo, it actually positioned Makelele advantageously because he was already prepared for Ra��''s move.


    After gaining possession, Pirlo nced ahead and delivered a through ball to the front. Nedved took the ball and dribbledterally, drawing the attention of Gu��rin, before passing it back to Trezeguet, who was facing away from him. Trezeguet returned the ball to Larsson, who, facing the goal, made a chip shot over the defense, aiming for the far post.


    The entire series of passes was seamless, moving from backline to front, center to the left, before sending a diagonal lob towards the far post. The speed of transition tested the reflexes of Paris Saint-Germain''s yers.


    Goalkeeper Lama adjusted his position as the ball moved, shifting from right to left, only to see a sh of blue.


    Shevchenko!


    "Shevchenko leaps to meet it! Lama didn''t get a touch on the ball! It''s in! Millwall takes the lead 1-0! The aggregate score is 3-1!"


    The stadium erupted in cheers, as fans leaped to their feet, pping and roaring with excitement.


    Aldrich clenched his fist, maintaining an icy demeanor.


    Shevchenko''s goal left Paris Saint-Germain reeling.


    Fernandez hadn''t thrown in the towel just yet; he was still urging his yers on the sidelines.


    But the more Paris Saint-Germain pressed, the more frustrated they seemed to get. Meanwhile, Millwall grew moreposed, and fifteen minutester, Pirlo surged forward for a long-range shot that deflected off a defender and into the.


    Lama watched as the ball flew towards the right side; he was confident he could make the save. But when a defender got a foot in the way, the ball deflected and headed to the left side of the goal. Lama dove out fully, his body stretching in vain towards the left, eyes filled with despair as he realized there would be no miracle; the ball still sailed into the.


    Millwall ended the first half with a 2-0 lead over Paris Saint-Germain��an aggregate score of 4-1.


    During halftime, Aldrich remained in the locker room, reminding his yers not to rx for even a second in the second half.


    Once the match resumed, Paris Saint-Germain mounted another wave of threatening attacks but seemed tock the luck today; Leonardo''s near-breakaway effort hit the post and bounced away.


    In the seventieth minute, Aldrich substituted Back for Larsson, setting up a double pivot with Makelele, while Nedved operated in the front.


    With a focus on defense, Millwall managed to hold the score at 2-0 until the final whistle.


    When the match ended, all the yers rushed to the sidelines, celebrating victory together with substitutes and coaching staff.


    "Millwall reaches the finals of their first-ever European campaign! Next month in the Nethends, they will face La Liga giants Barcelona in the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup final!"

 Chapter 210: Final Day: Battle of the Great Escape!

    <h4>Chapter 210: Final Day: Battle of the Great Escape!</h4>


    "We''re going to Rotterdam! We''re going to Rotterdam!"


    After the match, all the first-team yers linked arms, bouncing around the pitch while repeating the jubnt chant.


    After the celebrations, Aldrich made his way to Fernandez, who extended his congrattions and wished Millwall the best of luck for their trip to the Nethends next month.


    Following theirst match, they had spoken in private about the possibility of yer transfers, and Fernandez had expressed interest in Ronaldinho from the youth ranks, feeling that his Latin style would suit Paris Saint-Germain perfectly, especially considering Ra��''s advancing age.He hoped that Ronaldinho would rise to the asion and take on the role of the Brazilian veteran in France.


    However.Aldrich firmly dered that Ronaldinho was not for sale; the club had offered him a professional contract on his sixteenth birthday. Today, Fernandez didn''t mention the topic again, likely realizing that without reaching the finals, his future at Paris Saint-Germain hinged on whether thest few league matches could turn things around.


    While Aldrich let his yers celebrate outside, he decided to leave Wembley early.


    Last night, Manchester United fought hard at Old Trafford against Borussia Dortmund. Despite relentless efforts and countless shots on goal, they failed to score, and ultimately, Dortmund advanced to the Champions League final.


    Ferguson simply stated in the post-match interview that the teamcked luck, then informed Millwall that Stam''s transfer could proceed openly.


    With only the league left to focus on, Manchester United officially kicked off their transfer campaign. Ferguson needed to motivate the young yers, making them aware that next season, the club would be even stronger and they couldn''t afford to lose hope.


    So today, Stam underwent a medical in Manchester, and after Millwall''s match ended that evening, United announced simultaneously that Stam would join them on the very first day of the summer transfer window for a transfer fee of ��15 million.


    After experiencing his initial anger and disappointment, Aldrich quickly regained hisposure.


    Ferguson''s bold moves were, in fact, positive stimuli for the Red Devils.


    Not only had they brought in a top-ss center-back, but they''d also directly weakened Millwall, theirpetitor. The shifting strengths between the two teams meant that spending ��15 million served multiple purposes.


    Aldrich also needed to uplift his team''s morale to counter the impact of Stam''s departure, and he believed this could be achieved through performance and contract renewals.


    Contract talks were already on the agenda, with preliminary discussionsid out.


    Before the final round of matches in the Premier League, Millwall had scored three consecutive victories, greatly boosting team morale. Meanwhile, Larssonted four goals in three matches, bringing his total league goals to 38.


    Since recing Stam, Elghra has been quite stable, but their strengths and weaknesses are pretty pronounced. Stam is stronger in aerial battles, while Elghra shines with his positional sense. Under Aldrich''s tactical approach, Elghra can deliver precise balls from the defense, much like Southgate. That ability to read the game is an essential, This sense of the game is an invisible but vital quality on the pitch.


    But against opponents with sharp cross-delivery, both Elghra and Southgate struggled to contain powerful strikers. Luckily, Aldrich had Materazzi and Ferdinand at his disposal, so adjusting the defensive lineup based on opponents was manageable.


    **May 9th.**


    The day before the Premier League''s final match, Aldrich felt relieved that Stam''s transfer saga had finally settled. The media hype had died down, and the frenzy was over; Millwall sessfully navigated this period of "transfer panic."


    Dressed in sportswear, Aldrich appeared at the press conference. He sat down, took a few sips from the water ss on the table, his expression calm andposed.


    The room was packed with reporters, many offering their congrattions. Millwall''s championship celebration in the Premier League had already taken ce after the previous home match, as the FA wouldn''t risk holding it after thest match.


    Millwall was set to visit West Ham for the final match, and the FA wanted to avoid any potential for riots in that situation.


    Given that Millwall still had the FA Cup and the European Cup Winners'' Cup finals ahead, Aldrich postponed the celebration, nning everything for after the FA Cup final on the 17th. Before that, on the evening of the 15th, they would travel to the Nethends topete for the Cup Winners'' Cup against Barcelona.


    "Will you deploy substitutes in tomorrow''s final match?" a reporter asked.


    Aldrich rested his chin on his hand, smiling casually. "Yes, everyone knows we have two important finalsing up this week. We''ve already secured the Premier League title, so I think the fans will understand if we y our substitutes in thest match."


    "But it''s the East London derby."


    "Just because I''m fielding substitutes doesn''t mean I''m giving up the game. I believe Millwall''s second-string squad is also strong."


    "I heard that Redknapp is the only Premier League manager who hasn''t congratted you privately. Is that true?"


    Aldrich straightened up, revealing a silent smile. The journalists were eagerly poised, ready to jot down his words.


    "Yes, I received congrattions from the managers of all 18 Premier League clubs, except for West Ham''s manager. I can understand the reason behind it; we''re fierce rivals. That''s perfectly normal, but Gullit handled it well. Everyone knows the rivalry between Chelsea and Millwall, yet Gullit graciously congratted me."


    "So you appreciate Gullit''s approach, but don''t agree with Redknapp''s, right?"


    Aldrich shrugged. "I can''t dictate how others should act, but if West Ham had won the league title, I would congratte them. It''s a matter of respect for the champions and serves as motivation for Millwall. Even if it meant my yers lined up to wee West Ham on the pitch, I wouldn''t mind. That would remind them of what the glory of being a champion feels like and boost their drive. Unfortunately, West Ham wouldn''t do the same."


    Everyone knew Aldrich was speaking lightly, and the journalists exchanged knowing smiles.


    The atmosphere at the press conference remained rxed when Richard jokingly asked, "When do you think West Ham will win the league title?"


    Aldrich pondered for a moment before sighing, "I don''t know. Maybe when I go on an expedition to the Arctic and find some penguins, they''ll win a title by the time I return to London."


    "Mr. Hall, there are no penguins in the Arctic."


    "Oh, really? Apologies then, West Ham."


    Thompson from The Sun bluntly pointed it out, unaware that Aldrich was merely joking.


    Thompson''s remark triggered a round ofughter in the room.


    ...


    Aldrich''s banter about West Ham quickly spread throughout East London, much to the delight of Millwall''s fans and the chagrin of West Ham''s supporters.


    What''s the greatest joy among rivals?


    Having the chance to face off in the same league!


    What''s the most painful thing?


    The other side is the champion while you''re battling relegation!


    For teams in the top half of the Premier League table, the final match had lost its suspense.


    Champions: Millwall.


    Runners-up: Manchester United.


    As for who imed the UEFA Cup spots, that was also settled: Newcastle, Liverpool, Arsenal.


    Chelsea would also qualify for next season''s European Cup Winners'' Cup by reaching the FA Cup final, no matter the oue.


    Thus, the final match had mostly lost its significance for the top teams.


    However, for those battling relegation, the season-ending match to survive was set to be exceptionally fierce!


    Nottingham Forest was already relegated.


    There are still two spots for relegation, and a whopping six teams could be in jeopardy! This doesn''t even include ckburn, who are in a good position with their superior goal difference. As long as the other teams fighting for survival don''t manage to rack up some insane double-digit wins while ckburn loses big at home, they''ll be okay.


    Of the six teams, Coventry was at the lowest with 38 points, while Everton had the most with 42 points.


    Due to Everton''s poor goal differential, if all the other relegation rivals won and they suffered a heavy defeat, relegation could be in the cards.


    There weren''t any direct matchups among the relegation opponents.


    Without a doubt, this season''s final match would be a nail-biting survival battle in the Premier League!


    It was even more intense than in previous years'' championship races, as these relegation teams would be fighting tooth and nail to remain in the Premier League!


    The following day, Millwall would head to the north bank of the Thames, visiting Upton Park.


    Due to their team''s struggles in the relegation battle, West Ham fans focused entirely on supporting their team to stay afloat, leading to decreased intensity in the rivalry outside the match.


    Millwall''s fans celebrated loudly, chanting as champions, while the Hammers'' supporters remained tense and gloomy, worrying in hushed tones while checking the scores of other matches on their headphones.


    When Aldrich entered the stadium, it was unusual that he didn''t receive any boos from the fans, leaving him somewhat puzzled.


    He stood at the sidelines, gazing up at the bright sky, then surveyed the stadium, feeling the heat. He took off his suit jacket and ced it on his seat, looking sharp in his shirt and tie.


    Old Ray and his yers were dyed, likely engaged in a pre-match talk in the locker room.


    Three minutes before kickoff, the yers finally emerged from the tunnel. Old Ray, with a serious expression, walked out and caught Aldrich''s gaze just as Aldrich looked at him back. Old Ray''s reaction nearly made Aldrich burst intoughter.


    He seemed like a startled animal, quickly averting his gaze and turning toward the home team''s bench.


    "Hi, I''m Martin, and sitting next to me is Andy. Today marks the final match of the 1996-1997 Premier League season. All matches will kick off simultaneously, and we''re live from Upton Park for the East London derby! Who would have thought that Millwall would win the league title in their second season in the Premier League, while the traditionally dominant West Ham finds themselves in a relegation battle? Yet, Redknapp should be relieved today; at least Millwall clinched the title early, so in thest match, he wouldn''t need to field his strongest squad."


    "Indeed! Let''s take a look at the starting lineups. West Ham has fielded their full strength... while Millwall''s lineup consists mainly of substitutes, with only goalkeeper Butt retaining his starting position, likely to keep him match-fit. Defenders: Mills, Materazzi, Ferdinand, Zambrotta. Midfielders: Gattuso, Lampard, Back. Forwards: Van Nistelrooy, Tony, Phillips."


    Aldrich''s choice of attackers today was quite unconventional.


    The positioning had Tony and Van Nistelrooy up front, with Phillips tucked behind them.


    "We should update our viewers on the current Premier League standings among the bottom seven teams:


    Everton: 42 points.


    Southampton: 41 points.


    West Ham: 39 points.


    Middlesbrough: 39 points.


    Sundend: 39 points.


    Coventry: 38 points.


    Nottingham Forest: 32 points.


    Already relegated are Nottingham Forest, while the remaining six clubs still face the threat. Everton is in the safest position; they''ll be fine as long as the other teams don''t all secure wins and don''t win byrge margins. Among the other five, only Coventry must win, while the goal differential will be crucial!


    After 90 minutes, we''ll know who manages to escape and who tumbles into the depths of relegation!"

 Chapter 211: The Most Hated Person

    <h4>Chapter 211: The Most Hated Person</h4>


    The East London derby, always intense, took a different turn today.


    The Hammers'' fans in the stands were restless, barely aware of the presence of the Lions'' supporters.


    Meanwhile, the Lions fans didn''t hurl insults from the stands today. Instead, they linked arms, sang joyously, and celebrated Millwall''s greatness with the champions'' anthems.


    To them, celebrating Millwall''s title on their rivals'' turf was the ultimate humiliation for their foes!


    The game was tense, with Old Ray setting up a 4-5-1 formation, determined to y defensively. As the match kicked off, their formation slowly retreated, squeezing into their half. The lone striker never crossed the halfway line, going into a full defensive shell!


    Old Ray''s expression was grim. He understood that even with home advantage, he couldn''t risk an all-out attack. A counterattack from Millwall could lead to goals against them, plunging their relegation hopes into chaos.


    Old Ray was scratching his head,pletely baffled by Millwall''s starting lineup.


    Tony held the fort in the box, barely moving, while Van Nistelrooy faded into invisibility. The lively Phillips was swallowed by tight marking. Millwall had no wingers today; when prating the center proved impossible, they resorted to long balls aimed at Tony. He established himself firmly in the box, threatening with several headers. If not for the numerous defenders surrounding him, he would have had more room to operate.


    What on earth was Millwall up to today?


    Their style seemed too dated, relying on long balls, with two strikers crowding the box and Phillips lurking outside.


    Redknapp was anxious about conceding. Theyered defensive setup he had arranged in midfield proved useless as Millwall directlyunched long balls, quickly transitioning through the midfield.


    The trio of Back, Gattuso, and Lampard had a straightforward job in midfield: defend like crazy. They weren''t going to take unnecessary risks going forward. The team''s rhythm changed from fast-paced to more controlled; whenever they switched from defense to attack, they would lift the ball into the front line to connect with their attackers.


    This made for a monotonous, tedious match.


    The ball flew back and forth in the air, and West Ham, in their counterattacks, dared notmit more yers. Perhaps the pressure of relegation made them tighten up; their defense within forty yards of their goal invariably led to hasty clearances.


    Aldrich observed West Ham''s defensive posture from the sidelines, shaking his head.


    In such a crucial battle, how could they hesitate like this?


    If they wanted to stay in the Premier League, they needed to show some fighting spirit!


    As the match reached the thirty-minute mark, apuse suddenly erupted from the stands.


    It came from the West Ham fans.


    "Wow, Coventry is trailing 1-0 at White Hart Lane! Middlesbrough is behind at the Riverside! Sundend is down to Wimbledon 1-0! Oh my gosh, most of the relegation-threatened teams are losing! Even though Everton lost to Chelsea at home, they seemed to have nothing to worry about and could celebrate their sess in avoiding relegation.Oh, and ckburn is also two goals down against Leicester at home!"


    Martin Tyler and Andy Cole were stunned. In this crucial relegation battle, not a single team was leading!


    What on earth were these teams doing?


    Right now, it''s about who can win the game, not who can lose it!


    In contrast, in this East London derby, even though West Hamcked offensive thrust, they were still holding onto a draw, keeping survival within reach.


    Redknapp received updates from his assistants about live scores from other matches, and the tension on his face eased slightly.


    The first half ended goalless.


    As the second half began, Millwall made no substitutions but shifted their tactics. Back and Lampard started to push forward, taking turns tounch long-range shots, which sent the crowd into gasps of surprise multiple times in a matter of minutes.


    In the sixty-fifth minute, Redknapp made a substitution, bringing in a center-back to switch to a 5-4-1 formation, hoping to shore up defensepletely.


    As he was making his change, Aldrich inexplicably appeared at the center line. Redknapp reminded him and his teammates about their defensive duties, but Aldrich just patted him on the shoulder. When Redknapp turned back, he looked terrified, as if he had seen a ghost.


    "If West Ham United isn''t ready to fight tooth and nail, how can the Hammers expect to stay in the Premier League?" Aldrich said lightly, then casually walked back to his spot.


    Redknapp immediatelyined to the fourth official, mumbling about something unclear.


    Desperate times?


    Damn it, kid, are you using reverse psychology here?


    If we attack and Millwall gets a goal on the break, it could be game over for us.


    A draw now holds good chances for survival.


    In the second half, Millwall''s approach became livelier. The forwards increased their running range, constantly creating offensive threats, forcing West Ham to resort to fouling tactics.


    The Hammers'' fans started to feel better, engaging in banter with the Millwall supporters.


    Especially after hearing that Southampton was trailing 1-0 against Aston Vi, their spirits soared even higher.


    West Ham should be safe now!


    In the seventy-fifth minute, Aldrich pointed to Ferdinand and Gattuso and then gestured forward. Instantly, both yers understood and surged upfield to assist.


    With the two full-backs now frequently joining the attack, only Materazzi and the goalkeeper remained in the back. Millwall''s yers bombarded West Ham''s goal with relentless strikes.


    Strangely enough, while Millwall had chances, they didn''t seem all that great, yet they had numerous attempts, almost on target, but only three actually hit the goal area!


    Redknapp surveyed the field, pondering whether to push his team forward while Millwall''s defense appeared weak.


    Just then, updates from other matches came through.


    Middlesbrough equalized!


    Coventry also leveled at White Hart Lane!


    Old Ray broke out in a cold sweat, his heart racing.


    He began calcting the league table standings.


    Nottingham Forest was relegated.


    Sundend was trailing with 39 points.


    Coventry drew with 39 points.


    Middlesbrough was in a tie, 40 points.


    West Ham was tied with 40 points.


    Southampton was trailing with 41 points.


    There were four teams behind West Ham!


    If West Ham United can manage a win, they''ll be safe for sure. A loss, however, would leave them in serious trouble, and a draw would at least give them a strong chance of staying up.


    In this moment, old Ray has opted for caution, reinforcing the defense like a solid fence. As long as they don''t concede any goals, the rest is in God''s hands��let''s just hope no other team pulls off a miracle.


    Time ticked away, and West Ham''s yers clearly grew more anxious, increasingly fouling, giving Millwall more set-piece opportunities. However, they appeared prepared, having rehearsed their set-piece defense, creating a solid wall while tightly tracking every Millwall attacking yer.


    Old Ray continued to make substitutions, and astonishingly, in their own home ground, West Ham yers took their time leaving the pitch, greeting the referee slowly, not caring even if they got carded. Such rare behavior invited boos from the away fans.


    When Old Ray finally made all his changes, there were hardly any attacking yers left on the pitch for West Ham!


    As stoppage time approached, the fourth official raised the board signaling the added time.


    Five minutes!


    F-ck!


    The Hammers fans erupted!


    What the hell, five minutes of stoppage time?


    Old Ray shouted at the fourth official in anger, "There hasn''t been a single goal this half, and no injuries! Why is the stoppage so long?"


    The fourth official replied expressionlessly, "Substitutions and your team''s constant fouls have interrupted the game. That''s a reasonable stoppage time."


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, seemingly unbothered.


    Upton Park was filled with boos directed at the referee one moment, but the next, the entire ground went quiet.


    "We just received news from another game; Coventry hase from behind to lead Spurs 2-1! If Coventry can hold on to the lead until the end, they''ll have 41 points! Middlesbrough is in hot water, as they are tied on points with West Ham United but aregging in goal difference. Well, they really have to me them for canceling the game against ckburn, resulting in three points being deducted! "


    The fans exchanged nces, bewildered.


    "What the hell, Spurs really messed up!"


    "They''ve totally lost face at home!"


    "I can''t believe they let Coventry take them down!"


    "Not a single good neighbor around!"


    Just then, West Hammitted a foul about thirty-five yards outside the box, giving Millwall a direct free kick.


    The match had already passed the ny-three-minute mark, with just 1 minute and 40 seconds left in stoppage time.


    West Ham started to set up a wall, while some yers tried to disrupt Millwall''s kick to buy a bit more time.


    Then something strange happened on the sidelines.


    Aldrich raised his right hand, clearly signaling to the backline.


    He pointed at Materazzi, then at goalkeeper Bund.


    When they looked at him, Aldrich swaggered, gesturing toward the offensive end.


    The message couldn''t be clearer.


    "You two, get up there!"


    Not to mention Materazzi and Bund were stunned; the entire crowd couldn''t believe their eyes.


    Materazzi and Bund dashed forward, sprinting past the halfway line!


    Millwall''s defense was now bare, the goal wide open.


    The Hammers'' fans covered their heads in disbelief.


    "What the fuck, Millwall? Are you out of your minds?


    We''re the ones that need to avoid relegation!


    The Lions fans, however, were raising their arms in ecstatic frenzy.


    "F-cking West Ham, do you see? This is us, the Lions, dominating you from start to finish!


    We will crush you��do you have the guts?!


    Redknapp''s pupils contracted in disbelief as he looked at Aldrich.


    Aldrich made a gesture, inviting him to act.


    Millwall goal was wide open.


    "If you have the chance, shoot!"


    Redknapp immediately turned to his yers, shouting, "Mark up! Mark up!"


    The West Ham yers, who had arranged their wall, focusing intently on their closest opponents, suddenly noticed Materazzi and Butt and charging up, sprinting toward the box. This threw them into a frenzy, with each of them feeling the pressure, leading to a moment of confusion.


    Fucking hell!


    " Who''s going to take care of those two in defense?"


    Chaos erupted inside and outside the box, leading to some ckening in West Ham''s wall.


    Goalkeeper Milok couldn''t handle the panic, shouting loudly at his teammates.


    "Don''t move, human wall! Keep an eye on the two who enter the restricted area!"


    In the midst of all this panic, Back suddenly pulled the trigger, sending a low shot curving toward the bottom corner of the.


    With the near post defended by the wall and the far post by the goalkeeper, Milok was distracted by directing his teammates and didn''t notice that the free kick didn''t require the referee''s whistle to be taken. While the wall was set, he was prepping for a save, yet with Materazzi and Bund pushing up, West Ham''s rhythm was thrown off; everyone lost their focus.


    In that split second, what would have been an easily saved shot slipped right under Milok''s arm into the goal.


    Back couldn''t believe it after scoring.


    Upton Park fell silent.


    Redknapp''s face turned pale, eyes burning with rage, as he took in the grim scene��a moment ofplete disbelief washing over him.


    In stark contrast, Aldrich wore a subtle smile, a hint of satisfaction ying at the corners of his mouth. He stood up, gracefully shrugging his suit jacket off the seat, effortlessly draping it over his shoulders as he walked toward the yers'' tunnel, exuding confidence.


    The camera on the sidelines captured this dramatic scene perfectly.


    Close-up, Old Ray looked like he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, disbelief freezing him in ce; moving to Aldrich in mid-shot, his lips curled into a smile as he marched off, and in the distance, Upton Park''s fans wore a canvas of despair, shock painting their faces in varying shades of disappointment and sorrow.


    West Ham United''s most beloved figure has to be their legendary captain, Bobby Moore.


    But on May 10, 1997, the person they hated most appeared.


    From their most hated club, Millwall.


    That name will forever be etched in the history of this club��Aldrich Hall.

 Chapter 212: The Advantage of Millwall

    <h4>Chapter 212: The Advantage of Millwall</h4>


    At Upton Park, the Hammer''s fans lost their minds after their team conceded a goal.


    **"Just 90 seconds left! Just 90 seconds!"**


    With all other matches concluded, only the lengthy stoppage time of the East London derby remained. Commentator Martin was howling frantically in the studio.


    "ckburn lost 2-4 at home to Leicester City, but they''re safe with 42 points!


    Everton lost 1-2 to Chelsea at home, but they''re safe with 42 points!


    Southampton lost 0-1 away to Aston Vi, securing only 41 points but safe!


    Coventry came from behind to beat Spurs 2-1 at White Hart Lane, also with 41 points, safe!


    Middlesbrough drew 1-1 with Leeds at home, at 40 points, safe!


    Sundend lost 0-1 to Wimbledon away, leaving them with 39 points and facing relegation!


    Nottingham Forest was already relegated long ago!


    West Ham United needed at least a draw; they had 40 points, more goal difference than Middlesbrough, so they would also secure safety.


    But now, they were trailing 0-1 at home! If they couldn''t equalize, they risked relegation! Relegation! Relegation!"


    West Ham quickly kicked off,unching a long ball. But they had no attacking yers on the field, just a group of defenders and defensive midfielders rushing forward. Materazzi looked bewildered at the sight of this bunch charging ahead.


    "Are you just going to run up there? Who''s going to contest the ball?"


    The ball fell right beside him, yet no one rushed in to grab it. Materazzi easily cleared it with a long kick back into the opposite half, where it bounced out of y.


    At that moment, the referee blew the final whistle!


    "Since their promotion to the Premier League in 1993, West Ham United has been relegated after four years in the top flight! They couldn''t hold on in the relegation battle until the end. Just one more minute! One minute! If they could just hold on for one more minute, fate yed a cruel joke on them. Goodbye, West Ham United! The Premier League''s 380 matches for this season have officially concluded. Congrattions to Millwall, who delivered a spectacr season for their fans. Congrattions to Larsson, whose 38 league goals broke the Premier League''s Golden Boot record! He will also challenge for the European Golden Shoe! Finally, we wish Millwall sess in the Europeanpetitions to bring glory to Ennd!"


    The West Ham yers copsed onto the pitch, shaking their heads in disbelief, faces twisted in pain, unable to ept the oue.


    Most fans in the stands were distraught.


    "One time, two times, three times. Four times! Damn you, Redknapp! How many times are you going to lose to Millwall? Losing to them today means we''ve lost our Premier League status!"


    Fans in the stands shouted at Redknapp for his conservative tactics. Since Millwall''s promotion the previous season, West Ham had lost every East London derby. Though today didn''t end in a huge defeat, it was their most painful loss yet!


    The Lions'' supporters, on the other hand, were ecstatic, gritting their teeth and collectively cheering.


    "Hammer''s, you can go to hell! Long live Millwall!"


    Chaos began to erupt in the stands. Some Hammer''s fans rushed onto the pitch, yelling at their yers and coaches. The scene quickly spiraled out of control. Millwall''s yers retreated after the match, knowing their season wasn''t over. This victory made their closing match even more perfect.


    This was second only to winning the league title!


    To drag their bitter rivals into the abyss of relegation!


    Riot police were dispatched as turmoil engulfed the stadium. Outside, shes broke out between the two sets of fans, and stores in nearby neighborhoods shut their doors, unable to avoid the vandalism and chaos caused by out-of-control West Ham fans, with some football hooligans mixed in.


    It looked like the FA would have a busy time ahead, and clearly, the ire would be directed toward West Ham.


    Millwall''s fans, however, basked in their victory, leaving with a carefree attitude.


    Fate not only yed a cruel joke on West Ham but also flipped the script for Middlesbrough at Riverside Stadium.


    Middlesbrough poured everything into their match but couldn''t change the draw''s oue.


    When the game ended, and yers learned the scores from other matches, they all thought they were getting relegated.


    Brian Robson beganforting his yers while fans wept in the stands.


    Juninho even knelt on the pitch, tears streaming down his face.


    But just two minutes into their sorrow, a deafening cheer erupted from the stands.


    Brian Robson''s assistant shouted from the sidelines, "Millwall is leading West Ham 1-0 away!"


    "Are you serious? Is the match not over yet?"


    "Almost! There''s a lot of stoppage time over there!"


    "Damn it, Millwall, keep it up!"


    At Riverside Stadium, fans and yers alike began to pray, and after another minute and a half, they realized the other match was concluded and the score wouldn''t change. The entire ground erupted into joyous cheers, with those who had just been crying now giving joyous shouts.


    ...


    Compared to Robson''s luck in keeping Middlesbrough safe in the final minute, Sundend manager Peter Reid was incredibly frustrated.


    Facing a Wimbledon side with nothing to fight for, they failed to score and conceded a goal instead, leaving the newly promoted Sundend to face relegation after just one season in the Premier League.


    As the Premier League season came to a close, Aldrich left without giving an interview.


    The damage was done; no need to pour salt on West Ham''s wounds.


    Since the end of the match, his focus had shifted to Europeanmitments.


    Yet, it seemed others weren''t ready to let Aldrich go quietly.


    Brian Robson invited him for a drink, but Aldrich politely declined.


    Manchester United made a secret ��18 million bid for Larsson, and ��10 million bids for Trezeguet and Shevchenko.


    Martin O''Neill wanted to discuss Tony''s prospects for next season.


    Several teams inquired about Phillips and Back.


    Aldrich turned down everyst one.


    Some he wasn''t ready to discuss. Others, it just wasn''t the right time.


    Millwall had two finals left to y. He needed to wait until those were concluded before any further work could begin.


    Aldrich needed to focus, both for his team and himself, on the final two matches.


    That evening, his apartment was lively as his coaching staff arrived.


    They enjoyed a buffet dinner and then settled in with beers to watch the Spanish El Cl��sico!


    Before the match began, they decided to catch a review of the past Premier League season on British television.


    Needless to say, Millwall had the most screen time, boasting double victories over the traditional top three while setting records for 31 matches without a loss, and an 18-game winning streak in Europe''s top leagues. Larsson scored 38 goals, Nedved contributed 19 assists, and their attacking trio scored a total of 79 goals. Larsson yed in 34 matches, missing just four, while Trezeguet and Shevchenko also made significant contributions in their appearances, especially as the season closed, with teammates actively creating chances for Larsson, even passing one-on-ones to him. All penalties were handed to Larsson, which moved him deeply. Across allpetitions, he hadted 49 goals this season, making him one of Europe''s hottest strikers. Tonight, he treated his teammates to a fine dining experience as a gesture of gratitude.


    When it came to Millwall''s review, it naturally connected to Middlesbrough, given that Millwall had only lost two matches all season: after securing the title, they lost to Newcastle. Under Aldrich''s management for the past three years, their only home loss had been against Middlesbrough in this season''s league. Without that victory, Middlesbrough might have faced relegation!


    In reviews of other teams, Manchester United, despite failing to retain their title, made it to the Champions League semi-finals, a great advance. Meanwhile, their young squad''s future potential remained highly regarded, especially after signing Stam to bolster their defense.


    Arsenal''s ying style had changed somewhat, but the results were minimal. Wenger''s coaching methods would need to prove their worth with time.


    Most tragically, Liverpool had a yer roster that could rival any team, yet they constantly faltered. Evans'' team had high hopes but often disappointed.


    This season, prodigy Owen made his Premier League debut in the second half of the season. Did Liverpoolck talentpared to other teams?


    ...


    When theter El Cl��sico began, Aldrich and his colleagues sat on the couch, sipping beer and watching the match.


    Jansen nced at the starting lineups and remarked in surprise, "Barcelona really still has hopes for the league title? They''re 5 points behind Real Madrid! Although there are many matches left in the season."


    Aldrich chuckled at this, turning to Benitez, and said, "You''ve been with Real Madrid for eight years; you should know the significance of this match better than we do."


    Benitez responded calmly, "Catalonia is a nation without a state; Barcelona is their army! There''s no room for half-measures in any sico."


    Just five dayster, on May 15, Barcelona would face Millwall in the European Cup Winners'' Cup final in the Nethends.


    However, in today''s sico, Barcelona sent out all their star yers!


    Ronaldo, Figo, Enrique, Guardi, and others.


    They definitely held nothing back, and this had nothing to do with being five points behind Real Madrid in the league. It wasn''t just about narrowing the gap; it was purepetitive spirit: to crush their opponent!


    Craig shrugged and added, "This is advantageous for us. La Liga still has 22 teams. Barcelona must fight for the title, and they have five or six games left. Today, they deployed all their stars for the sico, and our stars rested a week ago. We have the advantage and don''t need to worry about the league."


    Everyone agreed with his sentiment, and Aldrich couldn''t disagree; it was indeed the truth. Barcelona had a tough road ahead, with a packed schedule in La Liga, and today''s intense sico would leave them exhausted ahead of their trip to the Nethends on the 15th. They likely wouldn''t be in peak form!


    "This season, Barcelona has been on a crazy roll. In past years, they''d have certainly won the title, but they happened to face Capello''s Real Madrid, perhaps the strongest Real Madrid in thest decade. Unfortunately, Real fans dislike Capello for his conservative style. I don''t see it that way; Capello''s Real Madrid can transition from attack to defense seamlessly; they''re both offensive and defensive!"


    Ben��tez took a sip of his drink, expressing a deep sense of helplessness about the football environment at Real Madrid.


    Real Madrid fans always dream of seeing 11 attacking geniuses on the pitch, believing their opponents should just be 11 defensive dummies. The whole match turns into a show of Madrid''s offense while the other side just ys the role of punching bags.


    If Real Madrid yed rugby, they would definitely be the top team on the because they could put together the best offensive group and then snag the best defense as well. The thing is, in football, you can''t just separate offense from defense like that.


    Aldrich took a drag from his cigarette and said in a low tone, "You''re right. I think Capello''s Real Madrid stands out as one of the strongest teams in recent years. Did you see the first match of the sico? Capello employed an Italian-style defense and counterattack to beat Barcelona 2-0. The teamwork was simple, quick, and fluid��an absolute knockout. Forget about the stars rushing down the field or putting on solos; while those can matter in big games, if a coach bets everything on individual performances, that team is doomed. Even the best yers can''t shine in every match. When stars have off days, how does the team secure its victories?"


    As everyone watched the match, discussions flowed freely.


    Ultimately, Barcelona won via a penalty; Ronaldo missed the first attempt, but Figo retrieved the ball in the box and passed it back to Ronaldo, who scored the only goal of the match, cutting the points deficit against Madrid to 2.


    However, they still had Europeanmitments; during the final sprint of the league, Real Madrid maintained the advantage.

 Chapter 213: The Ultimate Showdown

    <h4>Chapter 213: The Ultimate Showdown</h4>


    On the evening of May 11, at Rotterdam Airport, located six kilometers northwest of the city, a group of people in blue jerseys eagerly awaited in the arrivals hall, gazing expectantly at the exit.


    The ne from London had justnded, and soon, a figure stepped out first.


    Dressed in a tailored ck suit, Aldrich walked confidently with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand pulling a suitcase, leading the group with a steady and upright manner.


    Behind him were the coaching staff and the entire Millwall squad, all impably dressed in suits, exuding charisma and elegance.


    The fans who had been waiting anxiously suddenly erupted in cheers!


    "Look! Millwall is here!"


    "Aldrich Hall! It''s really him! The most famous young coach in Europe! He looks even better than on TV!"


    "Larsson! Nedved! Shevchenko! Schneider! It''s really them!"


    "Larsson! Larsson!"


    ...


    The scene quickly turned chaotic as hundreds of fans surged towards the Millwall team, some seeking autographs, others presenting flowers, and some enthusiastic female fans boldly wrapping their arms around their favorite yers, nting kisses on them.


    Aldrich, who had fought many battles on English soil, had never experienced such a scene. The local fans were familiar with Millwall, and whether on television or in the stands, they were always present.


    Even in Paris during their European encounters, they hadn''t encountered such enthusiasm, as they were not a popr team.


    But today waspletely different.


    After Millwall clinched the Premier League title and advanced to the final of the European Winners'' Cup, ousting Paris Saint-Germain in the semifinals, their reputation in Europe skyrocketed.


    As fans outside began to grow curious about the team, many quickly became fans of Millwall��or perhaps of a particr yer.


    Just Aldrich alone had garnered as much poprity as a celebrity.


    "He''s young, handsome, tactically astute, and carries himself with poise on the sidelines, sometimes revealing a youthful wildness that captivates everyone. He is Ennd''s pride."


    This was the assessment of the rising star among English Premier League managers by The Times.


    Aldrich''s highlights rivaled that of any star yer, especially in the final two minutes of the Premier League season, when he raised his right hand, confidently directing the goalkeeper and center-backs forward to attack, then made a cheeky invitation to old rival Ray to take an unguarded shot. After his team scored a dramatic winner, he shed a charming, devil-may-care smile as he left the field, footage of which was reyed across major British television stations, sending his poprity soaring and establishing him as one of the new generation''s icons!


    However, Aldrich himself was unaware of his star status; it wasn''t until their arrival in Rotterdam that he truly felt the warmth of the fans. There weren''t many security personnel among the staff traveling with them, so thanks to the airport security maintaining order, the entire Millwall team was able to exit the airport smoothly.


    Aldrich was the first to board the bus. He turned to the yers, who were still recovering from the initial shock, and said, "If you guys are willing, feel free to sign autographs and take pictures with the fans. We can wait for half an hour before we leave."


    Outside the airport, even more fans gathered, surrounding the bus under the watchful eyes of the security personnel.


    The yers of Millwall were ustomed to local fans at their training ground, but they never expected such poprity abroad. They realized the fans had waited a long time, which touched them. They stepped outside the bus to take pictures and sign autographs, much to the delight of many fans.


    That night, they stayed in a five-star hotel in Rotterdam. Aldrich didn''t impose strict rules on the yers; they were free to wander around, but they had to return to the hotel before 11 PM to rest.


    With three days before the match��May 12, 13, and 14��Millwall nned to rest on the first day, train on the second, and do a light practice on the third, followed by the match on the 15th.


    The yers had varying preferences; some disliked the practice on the pitch, seeing it as a waste of time, while others preferred to keep themselves active to maintain their form. But Aldrich had to cater to the entire team, establishing a n that prioritized the collective over individual preferences. Regardless of personal likes or dislikes, this was a team, and the will of the individual had to align with that of the team. Every decision from the head coach wasn''t just random; it was always well-informed and considered.


    Rotterdam, known for its unique scenic beauty as a famous port city in Europe, provided a stunning backdrop for the team. On the second day, the yers ventured out in pairs, reveling in the wonders of this foreignnd.


    On the same day, the Barcelona team arrived in Rotterdam, creating an even bigger stir than Millwall''s arrival!


    Major media outlets from across Europe flocked to cover the event, tracking the developments of both teams in the lead-up to the game.


    This match was referred to by the media as the "Future Summit sh!"


    The word "future" had two meanings: one, that the match was yet to ur, and the other, that both Millwall and Barcelona were young teams, filled with rising stars. They represented fresh blood in European football, and undoubtedly, they would be prominent figures on the top-tier stage in the years toe.


    The Sun even ran a headline proiming, "The English Civil War!"


    On one side was the young coach Aldrich, and on the other, Sir Bobby Robson, aged over sixty.


    Both were Englishmen, making the British media especially proud.


    Ennd had its fair share of famous coaches throughout history��long-ago figures like Clough, Nicholson, and Sir Ramsey, as well as more recent legends like Clough, Paisley, and Revy. However, in contemporary times, few English coaches have remained in the public eye, with Sir Bobby Robson being a notable exception. He crafted the best performance by an Ennd national team since they won the World Cup on home soil. Due to his extensive coaching around Europe and being a cancer survivor, he garnered widespread respect throughout Ennd.


    Despite Aldrich''s rising fame and poprity in Ennd, it was fair to say he didn''t quitepare to Robson.


    While Aldrich might have had the edge in poprity, Robson''s achievements were unparalleled.


    This showdown between the young and the old was heavily dramatized, raising questions of legacy versus new blood, Aldrich''s fearless youth versus Robson''s seasoned experience. The match had numerous storylines.


    The two leading strikers in Europe would face off��Larsson against Ronaldo.


    Additionally, the match would showcase a sh of experienced yers from both teams.


    The day before the match, when Aldrich attended the UEFA final press conference, there were more than a hundred journalists present from various countries around the world.


    The allure of this final was almost on par with the UEFA Champions League final between Borussia Dortmund and Juventus!


    Amidst the news officer''s control, Aldrich expressed his respect for Sir Bobby Robson before the questioning began.


    Initially, some mainstream European media inquired about game-rted information.


    They asked about team form, starting lineups, and game tactics, among other things.


    However, as the press conference neared its end, it devolved into a verbal sparring match between Aldrich and the reporters.


    Sports newspapers like Marca and Sport, which were Barcelona''s leading media outlets, aimed hostile questions at Aldrich.


    "Six months ago, you stated that Ronaldo does not deserve to be a finalist for the Ballon d''Or or the World Footballer of the Year. Yet he''s scored over 40 goals this season. Do you still stand by that statement?"


    The room fell silent; all the reporters understood: It was showtime.


    After a moment of silence, Aldrich replied coolly, "Yes, I still stand by it."


    "Don''t you think that''s a ridiculous stubbornness, deceiving yourself?"


    "No, I don''t think so. First, let me reiterate: both the Ballon d''Or and World Footballer of the Year are not awards for predicting future superstars. Please tell me what honors Ronaldo earned during the 95-96 season? Based solely on his performance during half a season at Barcelona, I don''t consider him superior to my yers. Of course, if he wins significant honors this season, such as the league title, then he would be a strong contender for the Ballon d''Or, I would agree. However, prior to any team honors, please don''t excessively praise individuals while neglecting the team."


    "You im Ronaldo is not as good as your yers. Who exactly are you referring to that is better than Ronaldo?"


    Aldrich chuckled, "That''s not interesting. But if you want to know, I''ll say this: Although Larsson and Ronaldo are different types of forwards, if we strictlypare achievements, Larsson won more championshipsst season and scored more goals and had more assists than Ronaldo. This season, Larsson''s goals and assists surpass Ronaldo''s as well, and we''ve already clinched the league title. Larsson has helped the team set numerous great records, including an 18-match league winning streak, home and away winning streaks, consecutive scoring matches, and so forth. I don''t wish to borate further."


    "What a joke! Is there anyparability between the Premier League and La Liga? If Millwall were topete in La Liga, you''d probably struggle to finish in the top three! How much value do those records created in such a league really have? Ronaldo has scored countless great goals, and a hundred years from now, people will still talk about them!"


    "Ha ha ha, that''s amusing. Well then, let''s see Barcelona try to y in the Premier League. It''s a ridiculous discussion. I''ve never denied that Ronaldo''s goals are entertaining, nor have I disputed his talent and ability. However, a yer''s overall value is not just about their ability alone; it''s about elevating the team and helping it achieve honors. If we only evaluate yers based on individual performance, then what''s the significance of the team? Where''s the sense of collective honor for the yers? While you all are here praising Ronaldo, have you ever considered the value of those who support him? Figo, Giovanni, De La Pe?a, Enrique, Guardi, and so on. What''s their value? Is it merely to serve Ronaldo? If that''s the case, then I''m disappointed in Barcelona''s football philosophy. But in reality, it''s not! You''ve misconstrued everything. Ronaldo''s excellence stems from the strong team in Barcelona. They work together for victory, not for individual glory! When you emphasize Ronaldo''s contributions, please give due respect to the other Barcelona yers. Without them, Ronaldo is nothing, just like Larsson wouldn''t have achieved his current status without Nedved, Trezeguet, Makelele, Southgate, and others."


    "We''re only discussing forwards, not the entire team!"


    "Utterly foolish! Do you think Ronaldo would perform the same way at mid-to-lower-tier teams in La Liga like Rayo Vallecano, Sporting Gij��n, or Celta Vigo? Would he still score all those glorious goals you rave about? Simrly, if Larsson were not at Millwall but stationed at another mid-to-lower-tier club in the Premier League, he wouldn''t be producing such standout performances either! I''m ending this discussion here. Millwall has already proven itself in the Premier League, and Larsson has cemented his ce in its history as the Golden Boot winner. Ronaldo''s individual tally is impressive, but Barcelona is stillgging behind Real Madrid in La Liga��that is a fact. Goodbye."

 Chapter 214: Millwall Charge!

    <h4>Chapter 214: Millwall Charge!</h4>


    As Ronaldo made his way from the Nethends to Spain and entered the global stage, hardly any club in Europe failed to pay attention to his performances. Aldrich, with the perspective of an outsider, had admired his disys since Octoberst year. At that time, he genuinely believed there was no connection between Millwall and Barcelona. Even though he had made somements regarding the Ballon d''Or selection, they weren''t directed at Barcelona; he felt it was merely a distant debate.


    However, by April, he suddenly remembered that one of the two club continental championships Ronaldo had won was during his only season at Barcelona, when he secured the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup.


    Now, it came to pass that Millwall and Barcelona would face off in Rotterdam, Nethends, for the championship!


    Two historically disconnected teams were igniting considerable discussion.


    Aldrich wasbeled by the Spanish press as an overconfident youth who held Barcelona in contempt, while the aplishments of Millwall were trivialized as the foolish antics of a clown who serendipitously grabbed the Premier League trophy.


    On May 15, the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup final was about to kick off. The stadium was packed to capacity, with more than ten thousand neutral fans arriving to witness this pinnacle sh alongside the supporters of both teams.


    As pre-match entertainment unfolded in the stadium, the yers of both teams were getting ready in their locker rooms.


    Millwall had a longer preparation time than Barcelona, and the yers were in top form. In the locker room, Aldrich saw eleven spirited warriors.


    The yers were buzzing with anticipation. Facing an opponent like Barcelona not only excited them, but also ignited a hunger within them.


    Yes, they were eager to take on Europe''s strong teams, still buzzing from their two-legged battle against Paris Saint-Germain.


    Aldrich walked past each yer, assessing their mental state, and felt satisfied when he confirmed their fighting spirit was high.


    "Today is a final that determines the title, and the loser will be a stepping stone for the opponent. If you are waiting for a moment that will make you stand out, waiting for a game that will make Europe and the world remember you, then today is that moment Yes! I have a great wish: I want Millwall to be the first love of a new generation of football fans."


    The yers listened to Aldrich, somewhat baffled.


    First love?


    "We''re here to y football, not to talk about love!"


    The yers pondered for a moment, gradually grasping Aldrich''s intent.


    Aldrich continued, "Everyone who falls in love with football has a catalyst��a match, a star yer, a moment, a name, a photo... names like Busby''s Manchester United, Paisley''s Liverpool, Shi''s Mn, Belgium''s Red Devils, Italy''s catenio, Maradona''s Argentina, Brazil''s samba team, Barcelona''s Dream Team, and many others. I hope Millwall can be the first love for countless fans, letting them fall in love with our football, remember each of us, and cherish our journey. But this requires great moments, thrilling matches, our own style, our philosophy of the game, our fighting spirit, and so on. I believe we already have what it takes to achieve greatness. What we need now is the will to bring it to life. Do you have confidence?"


    The yers exchanged nces, and today they didn''t shout wildly but stood tall, confidently dering, "Yes!"


    Aldrich nodded. "Our opponent is Barcelona, but we are not weaker than them. I believe we are stronger! Today, we will defeat them with Millwall''s brand of football. Otherwise, I think I won''t be able to face London."


    Larsson asked puzzled, "Why?"


    "Because our neighbors willugh at me. Excluding Manchester United, Manchester City, and Everton, which have all won the Cup Winners'' Cup, our four London neighbors��Tottenham, Arsenal, Chelsea, and West Ham��have all lifted this trophy. If we can''t bring the trophy back, I really think I''ll be embarrassed. How can we call ourselves kings of London? Haha."


    Aldrich shrugged with a smile, acknowledging the weight of the rivalry.


    When simply counting the clubs that have won Europe''s major trophies, Ennd has the most clubs in both the Champions League and the Cup Winners'' Cup, with three clubs also having touched the UEFA Cup. Despite Ennd experiencing a five-year ban from Europeanpetitions, this illustrates the standing of English clubs in nearly half a century''s history. Though thest few years have been a low point, with themercialization of the Premier League and a resurgence across clubs, Ennd has re-entered a new era ofpetition.


    Southgate stood up, solemnly dering, "For the boss to return home with his head held high,ds, we give it our all today!"


    "Give it our all!" the yers responded in unison, following their captain out of the locker room.


    Aldrich stepped outside as well, and once he entered the yers'' tunnel, the cameras quickly focused on him, with staff rushing to capture close-up shots.


    Aldrich turned and approached the Barcelona bench, extending his right hand politely to Bobby Robson, who greeted him with a smile. They began chatting amiably.


    "Sir, it''s truly exciting for me and my team to go head-to-head with you here."


    The gray-haired Robson smiled, "I didn''t expect to see such a young and talented coach emerging from Ennd. I must be getting old."


    "But you are still coaching a giant like Barcelona; are you really that old?"


    Aldrich smiled back, then added, "I bear no ill will toward Barcelona, but the media has..."


    "Hey, don''t mind them. Most things they write are nonsense."


    Aldrich chuckled knowingly. He didn''t want to be a coach who takes cheap shots, yet he had his viewpoints to express, even if they might be easily distorted by irresponsible reporters in the media.


    Shifting his gaze to the other coaches on the Barcelona bench, Aldrich unexpectedly walked over to a younger man��though ironically, this man was actually over a decade older than Aldrich.


    Indeed, it was the man who had followed Robson since Lisbon, the "madman" known as Mourinho.


    Mourinho had been watching Aldrich intently, his eyes glued to Aldrich from the moment he stepped out of the tunnel, scrutinizing the well-dressed young man radiating confidence, filled with questions.


    Why did he achieve sess at such a young age?


    Was it merely because he had the money to buy the club?


    That couldn''t be the case!


    What was the secret to his sess? What was his management philosophy? What were the foundations of his tactical ideas?


    As Robson''s assistant, one of Mourinho''s responsibilities was to gather intelligence. Thus, he should have been the one who understood Millwall better than anyone sitting on Barcelona''s bench. Yet he still couldn''t sinctly summarize Millwall''s tactical approach. Delving deeper into the discussion would be of no use; Barcelona simply didn''t have the time to prepare. Besides, proud giants would typically focus on asserting their own game style, never allowing the opponent to dictate the match flow. Most top clubs prefer to maintain their strong stances and control the game.


    "Hello, Mr. Mourinho," Aldrich said formally, shaking Mourinho''s hand. Thetter''s eyes were filled with wariness, and after the handshake, Aldrich sensed a looming intensity, prompting him to smile slightly, saying, "If you want to discuss tactics, feel free to reach out to me. I, too, enjoy diving into tactics."


    With that, Aldrich turned and walked away.


    Mourinho stared at his retreating figure, puzzled.


    In fact, Mourinho''s time at Barcelona was about to be quite challenging.


    After Robson departed, Van Gaal took over, and Mourinho''s role was marginalized. Tasks such as team training that Robson had entrusted to Mourinho were no longer permitted under Van Gaal. Nevertheless, for the now-experienced Mourinho, he began to summarize his own experiences and develop his football philosophy while engaging with everyone in the football world he could reach. However, in Spain, he remained a marginal figure, far from mainstream recognition.


    Aldrich''s words implicitly sought to undermine Mourinho.


    Regardless of whether Mourinho would eventually be a head coach or take the reins at Chelsea, if this workaholic could join Aldrich, it would undoubtedly make Millwall even stronger.


    With a smile, Aldrich returned to his position and muttered softly, "Luckily, they didn''t notice."


    Prior to this moment, Aldrich had also worried about being recognized by Robson and Mourinho as the "little reporter" who had caused amotion at a press conference in Lisbon five years ago, nearly triggering a street fight.


    Fortunately, he had disguised himself then, and they likely wouldn''t remember such incidents. Aldrich had changed in physique and voice since then.


    Laughing at himself, Aldrich felt he might have overestimated his importance��why would they remember him?


    At that moment, the yers from both teams entered the field, and Aldrich''s smile faded. His gaze turned sharp. Coincidentally, the yers looked at him as well. He met each yer''s eyes, and his encouraging gaze was like that of a friend offering simple support. Yet, through Aldrich''s presence, yers drew immense confidence��powerful confidence!


    He stood like a towering pir of victory, steadfast at the sidelines, instilling confidence in every yer.


    "The 1996-1997 UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup is about tomence, with this year''s finalists being Ennd''s Millwall and Spanish giants Barcelona. Millwall has just imed the Premier League title, while Barcelona has secured the Spanish Super Cup and is only two points behind Real Madrid in the league. They have also reached the King''s Cup final. This is undoubtedly a sh between two powerhouses. Both teams boast star-studded lineups. Now, here''s a look at the starting lineups: Millwall will y in a 4-3-3 formation with goalkeeper: Bund; defenders: Schneider, Elguera, Southgate, Capdev; midfielders: Mak��l��l��, Pirlo, Nedv��d; forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko. Barcelona will line up in a 4-2-3-1 formation with goalkeeper: Baya; defenders: Fr��rel, Kouto, Abelda, Sergi; holding midfielders: Popescu, Guardi; wingers: Figo, De Pe?a, Enrique; with Ronaldo as their striker. This is a battle between two youthful squads, with the youngest yers being 18 and the oldest being in their 30s. Millwall''s starting lineup has an average age close to 23, while Barcelona''s is around 26. This is undoubtedly a youthful showdown!"


    After posing for a pre-match team photo, Millwall''s teammates formed a circle, leaning down to embrace each other''s shoulders. Southgate, looking serious, proimed, "Millwall!"


    The whole team shouted back, "Charge!"


    "Millwall!"


    "Charge!"


    "Millwall!"


    "Charge!"


    After the third round of cheers, they all straightened up, encouraging one another, and then dispersed to prepare for the kickoff.


    In the first half, Millwall would kick off first.

 Chapter 215: Tactical Confrontation

    <h4>Chapter 215: Tactical Confrontation</h4>


    The excitement of the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup final was palpable. Aldrich scanned Barcelona''s starting lineup, feeling a slight pang of disbelief at how things had turned out.


    The changes in personnel weren''t surprising, but the formation caught him off guard.


    After Cruyff''s departure, Robson had taken over as coach this season and shifted the team''s tactics from a 4-3-3 to a 4-4-2. Today, it was clear he had tailored this setup specifically to counter Millwall, using Popescu in a defensive midfield role. This adjustment not only strengthened the front defense but also allowed Guardi more freedom.


    Barcelona''s young lineup sparkled with talent. As Aldrich had emphasized, Ronaldo was the season''s superstar, but without his outstanding teammates, he would never have risen to such heights in just three months.


    Among the starters behind Ronaldo, Figo was undoubtedly exceptional, and Enrique had been a key yer at Real Madrid. If he hadn''t shed with the club over contract negotiations, he likely wouldn''t have found himself at Barcelona. Enrique was the kind of yer Aldrich respected��hardworking and impactful, tirelessly contributing with tackles, link-up y, and movement. Coaches always admired yers like him; while they might seem unassuming, their roles were crucial.


    In the attacking midfield position was Dpena, who would gain more fame in the future. Currently, he was regarded as Spain''s golden boy alongside Ra��l, possessing a ymaking ability that was nothing short of masterful. Ronaldo''s impressive scoring tally this season was undoubtedly linked to Dpena''s visionary assists.


    Next up was Guardi, the linchpin of attack and defense. The defensive yers were not pushovers either; after all, which yer at a Spanish giant didn''t possess a unique skill set?


    On the bench, yers like Pizzi, Giovanni, Stoichkov, and nco meant there was always a strong pool of talent waiting to step in at a top club.


    Despite Barcelona implementing a 4-2-3-1 setup to restrain Millwall, Aldrich had not altered his tactical approach.


    Unlike the older Paris Saint-Germain squad, Barcelona was young, and this match was a single knockout gamesting 90 minutes.


    If assessing individual skill, Barcelona''s attacking prowess would reign supreme, and in terms of defense, they were on a par with Millwall.


    Thus, many believe that Barcelona has the upper hand.


    But Aldrich held dear a term emphasized by an American: team chemistry!


    Barcelona''sbination of individual ability exceeded Millwall''s. However, in terms of team chemistry, Aldrich believed Millwall had the edge.


    Although Barcelona yed well as a unit, they hadn''t reached an extraordinary level, especially when considering both attack and defense together.


    Ronaldo hardly participates in defending, and Dpena''s defensive contributions are quite negligible.


    Hence, it was no wonder that this season, while Barcelona''s offense outshone Real Madrid''s, they still trailed in the standings. Their defensive record was the weakest among the top four in La Liga.


    Aldrich believed that Millwall had a chance only if they yed to their style. If they started worrying about restricting the opponents'' individual brilliance, the path to victory would be difficult.


    With Millwall''s core yers rejuvenated after nearly two weeks of rest, they came into the match bursting with energy and enthusiasm. Once the match kicked off, the team swiftly fell into rhythm, running tirelessly, focused, and decisive in their y.


    Pirlo remained the midfield orchestrator; whenever he received the ball, three teammates were ready to create passing options. Under the pressure from Dpena, he yed the ball out calmly and correctly.


    Schneider received the ball on the wing and advanced, with Guardiing to assist with the pressing. Schneiderid the ball across to Nedved, who controlled the ball on his feet and surged forward, surprising Barcelona. It seemed like Millwall had lost possession, but in reality, Nedved had assured that Pirlo could handle the ball, avoiding a pass-back that would slow down the tempo.


    In training, they showcased dazzling technical ability��not in fancy footwork, but in timedbinations that yed with the defenders'' nerves and judgment.


    For instance, when Popescu hesitated for a moment, stepping forward to challenge for the ball, he miscalcted. Pirlo moved swiftly, and with one straightforward pass, Nedved slipped past Barcelona''s defensive line.


    Facing Abrdo, Nedved crossed the ball to Shevchenko on the right. Without waiting for it to settle, he flicked it into the box. Nedved, charging ahead, found himself through on goal. He struck a volley.


    Baya was caught off guard. Bang!


    The ball hit the outside of the post and went out for a goal kick!


    This fluid movement was breathtaking, leaving Barcelona yers unable to touch the ball. The fans in the stands were in awe, especially the neutral ones, who couldn''t have grasped such beautiful football from merely watching on TV.


    Millwall initiated a counterattack from the back,bining wing and central y, slicing through Barcelona''s defense with ease.


    Apuse erupted, but Nedved ran back expressionless, positioning himself defensively just two meters in front of Guardi.


    Guardi, taken aback, found himself marked by Nedved��a task typically reserved for forwards! On the wings, Larsson and Shevchenko also dropped back, squeezing Figo and Enrique''s space.


    Pirlo and Makelele double-teamed Dpena. If Dpena dropped back, Makelele would hold his position, allowing Pirlo to drop deeper, as he still needed to assist the backline against Ronaldo, tightening the alien''s room to maneuver.


    What the television cameras couldn''t capture on screen, those on the sidelines and in the stands could see vividly.


    Robson frowned, and Mourinho wore a serious expression.


    The yers highlighted their organized, purpose-driven positions and movements, showcasing Millwall''s intent to tightly connect lines of defense, slicing through Barcelona''s formation without overextending. If possession returned to Barcelona''s defenders, Millwall''s forwards wouldn''t contest for the ball.


    If Barcelona''s center-backs pressed forward, Millwall would merelypress their lines.


    Given the density of La Liga fixtures and a recent match against Real Madrid, Barcelona''s yers struggled to find their rhythm. After Popescu received the ball in midfield, he passed it to the returning Dpena.


    This Spanish rising star excels at ymaking but isn''t particrly fast. He seemed quite confident in his foot skills. With Figo and Enrique failing to create space, he chose to turn and take on Pirlo, only to have his ball easily intercepted by Pirlo.


    The ball rolled left, and Larsson won it before Enrique, sending it back to the center where Makelele received it just as Dpena rushed in. Makelele deftly passed to Pirlo, who immediatelyunched a long ball toward the opponents'' half.


    Upon securing the interception, Trezeguet began his run, perfectly positioning himself to press against Barcelona''sst defender, Koutou. Barcelona''s attack abruptly stalled at midfield, catching their yers off guard. As Pirlo aimed his long pass, the defenders unexpectedly moved forward, and the ball zipped back, prompting Koutou to race backward.


    Baya decisively charged off his line as Trezeguet headed the ball just as he crossed the half-line.


    Baya leaped, extending his hand to block, his fingertips grazing the ball!


    Trezeguet shook his head in disappointment and quickly turned to jog back to Guardi.


    The deflected ball rolled to Abrdo, who cleared it forward in haste.


    The ball was yed to the sidelines, and Figo picked it up, turned around, but couldn''t find a good passing option, so he decided to dribble forward himself. Facing Schneider, he immediately disyed his agile dribbling skills.


    Schneider isn''t the type to blindly lunge for tackles; he knows that would only allow his opponent to breeze past him.


    He positioned himself defensively inside, and Figo chose to approach the byline, with Schneider still pressing closely. Figo doesn''t win through speed; he excels in foot skills. His ball control is masterful. As long as Schneider maintains his position and can keep pace with Figo, he won''t be easily shaken off.


    By slowing the game down, he allowed his teammates to set an effective defensive shape andpress their opponent''s space. Schneider''s confidence grew.


    Figo managed a clever feint at the baseline, momentarily deceiving Schneider, who bit but quickly realized it was a ruse as Figo pulled the ball back and whipped in a cross.


    Inside the box, Elguera outjumped Ronaldo to clear, and Makelele, lurking nearby, nodded the ball left.


    Capdev received and slotted a diagonal pass toward the middle, where Nedved awaited. Millwall''s lightning-fast counterattack surged toward Barcelona''s goal once again...


    Despite Nedved having hit the post and Trezeguet''s penalty saved by Ba��a, Aldrich felt no regret.


    These were merely the normal ups and downs of football; not every good chance trantes to a goal.


    Moreover, the match hadn''t fully embraced Millwall''s winning rhythm yet.


    He was waiting, observing.


    Barcelona''s offense heavily struggled, and their midfield found itself entirely on the back foot. Guardi, the linchpin in attack and defense, saw his touches dwindle as Trezeguet and Nedved sandwiched him, rendering him a liability to his teammates.


    Dpena had been confined by both Pirlo and Makelele, while Ronaldo was left alone up front.


    In the lead-up to the match, every British media outlet advised Millwall on how to limit Ronaldo.


    Yet Aldrich''s defensive strategy didn''t hinge on Ronaldo; rather it focused on his supporting cast.


    Ronaldo was a top-tier striker, a legendary figure in football history, but he was not omnipotent! He needed teammates to create chances, to pull defenders away, and a strong collective.


    Whether at club level or with his national team, the narrative held true.


    When Ronaldo finally received the ball, he was a threat; but without it, what remained? This was akin to Cruyff''s philosophy on possession��one for attack and the other for defense.


    First, he aimed to reduce Ronaldo''s ball ess and close down his space, ensuring that even if he did receive the ball, he wouldn''t find himself in a dangerous position!


    Twenty minutes into the match, Barcelona''s attack became predictable. With the midfield struggling to support, individual dribbles down the wings became their only hope, yet Millwall''s defense held firm.


    Gradually, Barcelona''s defenders were forced up, seeking to create more passing options.


    Upon noticing the defenders moving up, Aldrich''s cold eyes gleamed with a hint of enthusiasm, revealing his fighting spirit.

 Chapter 216: Larsson’s Golden Strike

    <h4>Chapter 216: Larsson''s Golden Strike</h4>


    It wasn''t until the 29th minute of the first half that Ronaldo finally got a very reluctant shot opportunity. Enrique walked to the center, received Figo''s cross, and immediately passed it to Ronaldo.


    With his back to the goal, Ronaldo skillfully dragged the ball sideways to evade Southgate''s close marking. Just as he was about to turn, Helguera appeared in front of him, forcing Ronaldo to continue dribbling to the right. This shift narrowed his shooting angle significantly.


    Southgate retreated to position himself behind Helguera , reinforcing their double defensive line. Ronaldo pressed on toward the baseline and suddenly took a shot from mid-path.


    Due to the tight angle, Butt confidently closed off the near post, blocking Ronaldo''s low shot with his foot.


    The Millwall fans were on edge, sweating nervously over the defensive y, but Aldrich nodded approvingly.


    Ronaldo was a significant threat on the ball, and defenders had to resist the urge to rush in; otherwise, it would just give him an opportunity to dribble past them cleanly. The only way to contain this alien talent was through fouls.


    After being sidestepped, Southgate didn''t chase Ronaldo. Instead, he understood that Helguera would likely appear in front of him, so he opted to fall back and continue his defense, not allowing Ronaldo any space after breaking through.


    Ronaldo was forced to utilize his speed to break to the outside, thus reducing his shot threat significantly.


    Millwall''s defensive line had clearly put in significant effort to neutralize Ronaldo.


    Particrly this season, Ronaldo hadn''t showcased much dribbling skill, especially his signature pendulum move. Instead, he leaned more on explosiveness, speed, and agile direction changes to overpower his opponents.


    On receiving the ball, he would dash forward like a bolt of lightning, making it clear to all challengers, "I''m simply faster than you!"


    His technical skills only reached the next level after stepping into Serie A and facing elite defenses. The reason is simple - when he first arrived in Italy, defenders didn''t think highly of him, allowing him to charge forward and tease them. However, those Serie A defenders learned quickly. With Italy''s famous chain defense in ce, Ronaldo''s reliance on pace began to decline. Coupled with injuries, the "alien" has been forced to adopt another deception-focused approach to the ball: waiting for his opponents to make the first move, then slipping past them gracefully. His stillness and sudden movements while dribbling made him the recognized "textbook dribbler", a title he certainly earned.


    Now, when Ronaldo got the ball, he moved like an F1 racecar, making it nearly impossible for defenders to intercept him directly.


    However, while they couldn''t stop him, they could guide him off-target.


    Southgate and Helguera were patient and chose not to rush recklessly. Instead, they used their positioning and coverage to force Ronaldo away from the main shooting area. While they''re not always perfect - like when Ronaldo suddenly stops to shoot - their goal is to give the goalkeeper some time to prepare for the save. This is part of what a defender should do.


    Barcelona''s attack struggled immensely, reminiscent of their first-leg match against Real Madrid in the Spanish derby.


    As the defense moved further forward, Barcelona''s attack began to receive more support. Four minutester Ronaldo proved it when he had the ball again. In the first 20 minutes, he only touched the ball 3 times and did not take a shot, but as the defender advanced, hepleted two shots in 5 minutes.


    However, the second shot went wide and, like before, he shot from a bad angle.


    Two minutester, Ronaldo pushed for a breakthrough down the middle, but this time Southgate was ready, letting the ball roll past him while he positioned himself to stop Ronaldo''s advance with his body. At the same moment, Elgera charged in from behind and cut off the ball, rendering Ronaldo''s attempt fruitless.


    After winning the ball, Helguera took ateral step and nted a pass to the wing.


    Figo stretched his leg to intercept but came up half a meter short. Just behind him, Schneider sprinted in, receiving the ball and taking a step forward before passing it back toward the center.


    Nedved retreated under Guardi''s pressure and, as the ball rolled toward him, made a back pass. Pirlo, moving up, struck a straight ball.


    The pass was so precise that it sliced right through Barcelona''s entire defense, rolling perfectly between Kuto and Frel. Just two meters ahead, Popescu was almost in reach of the ball, while both Kuto and Frel were about three meters off, unable to connect.


    And there, on the ball''s trajectory, Larsson sliced through Barcelona''s heart like a dagger.


    Previously, Barcelona had pushed their defense up, but they hadn''t yet retracted it. As Larsson received the ball, he confidently led it forward��one-on-one with the goalkeeper!


    The fans in the stands focused intently on Larsson''s figure.


    Henrik, be our hero!


    Aldrich was glued to the sideline, watching as Larsson stormed into the box alone.


    Aldrich''s heart was beating hard and his mouth was dry. The tie tightened around his neck like a noose, suffocating him.


    Meanwhile, Robson frowned. He didn''t have time toment Millwall''s counterattack speed. He silently wished Bayer could make a world-ss save and not disappoint everyone''s expectations!


    This time, Bayer chose to rush out, fully aware he was facing one of Europe''s in-form strikers. Though hecked Ronaldo''s shock-and-awe power, Larsson was the king of efficiency��a goal machine without doubt!


    Larsson moved quickly, unhesitant when it came to shooting, calm to an unbelievable degree.


    This time, he assessed Bayer''s position, noticing the keeper running toward him. Larsson decisively took his shot.


    With twenty-five yards to the goal, Larsson swung his leg to strike.


    The ball shot up from his foot, spinning fiercely as it soared into the sky.


    It was clearly a curling shot, but it looked a bit worrying, as if it might fly too high.


    Larsson was confident in his shot. Bayer was powerless to stop it. The ball sailed over his head and to his upper left; jumping wouldn''t matter��he could never reach it.


    Watching the trajectory of his shot, Larsson''s gaze hardened, and his fists tightened.


    Almost 26, Larsson lived a low-key life off the pitch, never stirring up controversy with media and oftenpared to Ronaldo, discussing who was superior. This seemed the fate of top strikers��constantparisons,parisons,parisons... with Shearer, Fowler, and all the greats on the scoring list.


    Five years older than Ronaldo, he had no intention ofpeting with anyone, focusing solely on what he could do: scoring.


    But since the boss insisted that he was the superior yer...


    Alright then, boss. I''ll show you just how good I am!


    The ball soared through the air, arcing like a rainbow before mming into the top corner of the goal.


    "What a fantastic goal! A dazzling rainbow rises in the Rotterdam sky. One end belongs to Larsson''s right foot, the other to Barcelona''s! Millwall draws first blood with Larsson��unbelievable Larsson! Watching him score is pure joy��clean and decisive!"


    Aldrich closed his eyes, roaring in joy, fists shaking in front of him!


    Millwall''s coaching staff ran out, embracing each other in celebration of the goal.


    After scoring, Larsson''s expression transformed from deeply furrowed hope to recklessughter. He ran toward the sidelines with arms wide open, like a whirlwind. Nearby Millwall fans surged in waves, holding up signs caught in the TV cameras, which showed close-ups for a few seconds.


    "We may not have aliens, but we have the king of the earth: Larsson!"


    As teammates embraced Larsson in celebration, surrounding fans initially clenched their fists, cheering the yer''s name, but soon after, they began to bow to him.


    This was his 50th goal of the season across allpetitions!


    Schneider even knelt on one knee, making a shoe-cleaning gesture for Larsson.


    "Even with the first half yet to end, Millwall''s football has utterly conquered the fans. I mean neutral fans��except for Barcelona supporters, no one was expressionless; everyone else rose to apud. We witnessed Millwall''s rapid passing rate, their attack diversifying brilliantly. They yed like holding a remote control��exactly maneuvering the ball back and forth. In the recent goal, Schneider, Nedved, Pirlo, and Larsson�� even with Helguera''s involvement, Millwall utilized only five yers, four passes, and one shot to score! While the goal itself looked good standing alone, witnessing the full process was the ultimate enjoyment!"


    After Barcelona conceded, Mourinho turned to Robson and said, "That was just like the goal we conceded in the first match against Real Madrid this season."


    Rapid transitions had them breaking through the midfield, a sinct and fluid y leading to a decisive pass, with the forward scoring swiftly and unexpectedly.


    Robson could only shake his head in resignation. "It truly is just like that."


    "The forwards ahead should retreat. Ronaldo can''t receive the ball near the box��let him drop back to the midfield. If he still can''t get it, drop back a bit further. All forward yers should do likewise."


    Robson didn''t respond, still shaking his head.


    Mourinho offered more suggestions and viewpoints.


    "Millwall''s stronger aspect lies in their attacking midfielder; that Czech yer. Look at his contributions defensively. When the ball is in our half, he''s tightly marking Guardi. If the ball shifts forward, he''s capable of retreating to defend near the box, while our attacking midfielder, Dpena��where is he on defense?"


    Mourinho merely pinpointed the tip of the iceberg regarding Barcelona''s defensive shorings. He dared not mention Ronaldo and Figo;paring them, regardless of whether it was Larsson, Shevchenko, or Trezeguet, each could at least fall back into the defensive half, which was the minimum!


    In contrast, in Barcelona''s 4-2-3-1 setup, only Enrique disyed an assertive defending attitude; the rest werecking. A simple defensive ratingparison with Millwall would reveal a stark disparity.


    This couldn''t be changed overnight; La Liga teams emphasized midfield control. If they lost that grip, they risked copse. Although top teams rarely fell apart, they had be ustomed to dominating more than 70% of the game, naturally leading to some defensivexity.


    Robson turned to the incessantly talking Mourinho and said, "Jose, you must understand��coaching a special club like Barcelona or Real Madrid entails more than just winning; it''s about winning beautifully."


    Mourinho opened his mouth but ultimately chose silence.


    "Rome wasn''t built in a day," and no team is perfect. Even if the coach identifies issues, that doesn''t guarantee they''ll be fixed. Sometimes it''s not about the coach''s ability but rather the tangled web of factors thatplicate things.


    With Millwall having scored, their confidence surged, and they became more focused and determined. They were set on leaving the Nethends without regrets after the match!

 Chapter 217: A Shattering Response

    <h4>Chapter 217: A Shattering Response</h4>


    After Larsson scored, Aldrich made a gesture to the yers before Barcelona''s kick-off, and the yers immediately understood what he meant.


    As the game resumed, Millwall''s attack leaned to the left. Pirlo started directing ys towards Larsson, making him the focal point of Barcelona''s defense.


    Throughout the first half, Barcelona struggled to recover from the shock of conceding. They were constantly dominated by Millwall, failing to control midfield for even a minute!


    During half-time, both teams headed to the locker rooms. Robson looked grim, but relief washed over him that they hadn''t conceded a second goal in the first half.


    Aldrich entered the locker room, closed the door, and asked loudly, "Is anyone tired?"


    Although their jerseys were soaked with sweat, the yers shouted back in unison, "No!"


    After nearly two weeks of preparation for this 90-minute battle, they had fought harder than Barcelona, running more and showing higher intensity, and yet they felt no fatigue. Their physical edge was clear on the pitch.


    Aldrich nodded appreciatively and continued, "Give us 45 minutes, and we''ll score against Barcelona. Give us 90 minutes, and we''llpletely dismantle them! In the second half, we cannot let our guard down. Mistakes will be costly! We may not be the favorites, but we will proudly tell the world: Barcelona is not our opponent! We are the stronger team. I believe you''re not afraid of them. We had more chances in the first half, and they barely fought back. In the second half, our only enemy is ourselves! Stay focused; don''t think about what to do when we win, and don''t change your rhythm based on their performance. Give your best and approach the game with seriousness. No matter what happens, remember our tactics, execute them firmly, and we will win. I don''t want to see anyone ck off and make mistakes; doing so would bring you regret and undermine your teammates'' efforts. But I trust you won''t, because we are?"


    "Lions!"


    ...


    Aldrich didn''t make any tactical adjustments during half-time. The team had be adept at making in-game adaptations. With just a gesture from Aldrich, the yers knew exactly what to do.


    Since Barcelona was under pressure in the first half, Aldrich felt no need to disrupt their rhythm with unnecessary adjustments.


    If he started ying to protect a slim lead now, he would be handing the initiative back to Barcelona, and he couldn''t do that. He motivated the yers, urging them to remain unified in mindset, to ignore the score, concentrate on defending against every attack from the opponents, and strive to score more goals!


    This was a milestone match. Aldrich wanted to leave the Nethends not just with a shimmering trophy but also showcasing Millwall''s style of football to Europe and the world!


    With the second half underway, Barcelona''s front yers retreated further to receive the ball. Meanwhile, Millwall''s attack maintained its rhythm from the end of the first half, still targeting Larsson''s side.


    Enrique''s pressure on the right was insufficient, allowing Capdev space to venture forward in attack. Thepetition between the two teams heated up.


    Larsson received the ball on the left wing, closely marked by Frell. After taking ateral step, Larsson sent the ball toward the left sideline.


    Capdev dashed forward, and Enrique sprinted back desperately. The formerunched a cross, but Trezeguet failed to make a connection. The ball was cleared by Kuto at the near post and bounced to Popescu, who hesitated for a moment. Nedved sessfully intercepted the ball and then passed it horizontally to Larsson, who took a long-range shot, only to see it slide wide of the goal.


    Larsson shook his head in disappointment and turned back to defend.


    The one most stunned by the movement of Millwall''s yers was Mourinho on the sidelines.


    The Millwall striker, who scored 50 goals in allpetitions that season, had an instinctive response after shooting: get back and defend!


    How could a team like this not be powerful?


    Mourinho also noticed that it was precisely because Millwall''s forwards returned to defense that they had more space to strike back. Rapid advances prevented defenders from making mistakes in judgment, and from a speed standpoint, if a forward charged at full speed from the front, defenders who were caught behind would need to turn and sprint, making it easy to shake them off.


    The root issue for Barcelona was not difficult to pinpoint: their lineup was too stretched, and their three lines weren''t connected, with Millwall effectively slicing through with aggressive defense.


    With the forwards up front and the midfield frozen out, if the defenders stayed too far back, their chances of sessfully organizing an attack were severely limited. The forwards needed to drop back, the midfielders needed to work harder to create space, and the defenders should also participate in support y. This seemed to y right into Millwall''s strategies.


    Mourinho racked his brain, trying to figure out how to counter Millwall''s approach, realizing that perhaps it was the relentless running that gave them such a clear advantage.


    And the blurring of roles was thought-provoking.


    Not only Nedved but the responsibilities of forwards returning to defend, defenders participating in the build-up, and multi-faceted offensive initiation made it difficult to assign fixed duties within Millwall''s tactical system. Even Makelele, renowned for his precise short passes, contributed to Pirlo''s orchestration. While Pirlo was the crucialmander, he wasn''t the only yer responsible for organizing y; when a threatening ball was needed, Nedved could also deliver.


    How should Barcelona y?


    As an assistant, Mourinho was stressed, but Barcelona scored!


    Figo, after dropping deep to receive the ball, didn''t cut to the byline. Having retreated so far, Schneider didn''t press him closely. After all, advancing could expose a lot of space behind him��protecting space was far more important than tight man-to-man marking.


    Unexpectedly, Figo dribbled inward, drawing Makelele''s attention. Pirlo instinctively moved to intercept Figo but was easily bypassed by thetter.


    Makelele fell back as Figo approached the edge of the penalty box, and suddenly, Figo unleashed a thunderous long-range shot!


    The ball flew up suddenly and hit the crossbar with a loud bang. Bart had already pounced, but because the angle was too small and the ball was too fast, he did not touch the ball. Fortunately, the ball bounced out.


    De La Pe?a gathered the ball in the box, with Makelele hustling to close him down. Yet, De La Pe?a passed to the right side of the box.


    Enrique arrived just in time to provide a horizontal pass, and Ronaldo stopped the ball near the penalty spot!


    Southgate and Helguera were tightly positioned one in front of the other, vying to press Ronaldo. He feigned a shot, causing Helguera to stretch his leg for a block. Southgate couldn''t afford to risk himself too, simply trying to put pressure on Ronaldo.


    Helguera felt confident his body could block the shot angle, but in the next moment, Ronaldo slipped the ball aside.


    A brilliant feint!


    Helguera lost bnce while Southgate was helpless, and when he slid in to block Ronaldo''s actual shot, the ball was already soaring towards the goal.


    It rolled in smoothly, touching the inside of the post before finding the back of the.


    In the 67th minute of the second half, Barcelona equalized!


    "Ronaldo shoots��no, he didn''t shoot! He bypassed Helguera, and it''s a shot! The ball is in! Ronaldo scores the equaliser, fooling everyone in Millwall''s defense! He''s destined to be a great scorer! Even if Larsson has more goals, look at Ronaldo''s age!"


    After Ronaldo''s goal, Barcelona''s bench erupted in celebration. Mourinho, lost in thought, jumped up and waved his arms in euphoria while the older coach, Robson, showed a gentle smile, reminding Mourinho to stay grounded.


    It was just a goal to equalize!


    But the yers from Barcelona were ecstatic. They, who participated directly in the game, understood how hard-fought this goal was!


    Millwall had maintained the advantage yet failed to extend the lead, prompting the yers to nce at Aldrich.


    However, Aldrich clenched his right fist and gestured, giving a thumbs up toward Barcelona''s goal.


    The yers quickly shook off their disappointment at conceding.


    Once the game resumed, it felt as if Barcelona was looking to capitalize on their momentum. As Millwall kicked off, they charged forward.


    The ball danced across Millwall''s yers'' feet, and they passed with calm precision.


    Trezeguet��Shevchenko��Pirlo��Makelele��Southgate��Capdev��Southgate��Schneider��Pirlo��Larsson��Nedved.


    After the re-kick, 11 sessful passesnded the ball back at Larsson''s feet.


    Barcelona was pressing hard, and suddenly, the ball arrived at their most dangerous point��Larsson, striking fear into their defense, who rushed in to apply frantic pressure. Larsson returned the ball to Nedved, who sent a through ball without taking a touch. Larsson made a run, but the ball didn''te his way.


    All of Barcelona''s defenders thought Larsson wouldplete the final blow, but unexpectedly, Nedved''s through pass found Shevchenko on the opposite side.


    Shevchenko sped past Sergi and broke into the penalty area. Ba��a, realizing the threat, rushed out, but Shevchenko was faster by a fraction of a second. He poked the ball past, and Ba��a''s heart dropped as he saw the ball rolling��straight toward the goal!


    The goal was wide open!


    Abrdo tried his best but failed to touch the ball. Trezeguet beat Cotto at the back post, tackled the ball, toed the ball and slotted it into the Barcelona goal.


    As that goal went in, the stadium fell into a momentary silence.


    The spectators were dumbfounded.


    What just happened?


    Even thementator struggled to contain his excitement.


    "Larsson passed to Nedved, who without taking a touch, sent a through ball to the right side of the box for Shevchenko! He beat Ba��a to the ball and sent it toward the center, and Trezeguet is down for the slide! The ball is in! The ball is in! Millwall has quickly regained the lead after conceding! Barcelona hasn''t even touched the ball since the restart! Let''s count: Millwallpleted 13 passes, and Trezeguet finished the attack, turning his teammates'' efforts into a golden goal! The first touch was his kick-off from midfield, and thest touch was his shot! What more can we say? This is the epitome of team football!"


    Trezeguet roared as he dashed toward the sideline, instantly tearing off his jersey in celebration.


    With just a few minutes left, Aldrich began to make substitutions.


    Back, Zambrotta, and Gronkjaer were already waiting by the bench.


    Benitez, Jansen, and Craig were exining to each of them what their roles and responsibilities would be once they stepped onto the field.


    Barcelona had just equalized and barely a minuteter found themselves trailing again, hitting them hard.


    Robson quickly sent in reinforcements; the veteran coach was going all out!


    In a rare move, both teams made simultaneous changes, each substituting three yers!


    Millwall reced Capdev with Zambrotta, Trezeguet with Gronkjaer, and Pirlo with Back.


    Their formation shifted to 4-2-3-1, with Shevchenko leading the front, Larsson and Gronkjaer on the wings, and Back and Makelele as the dual defensive midfielders.


    Barcelona swapped Pizzi in for Popescu, Stoichkov for Frell, and Giovanni for Abrdo.


    What formation was Barcelona ying after these substitutions?


    Who knows!


    Simplistically, among the defenders on the pitch, excluding the goalkeeper, only Sergi and Kuto remained! Even with the defensive midfielder Guardi included, that made only three!

 Chapter 218: A Bold Gamble: The Crucial Moment

    <h4>Chapter 218: A Bold Gamble: The Crucial Moment</h4>


    Bobby Robson''s approach to substitutions, if ced ten years into the future, would likely remind fans of one name: the special one, Mourinho.


    At this time, Mourinho was taking notes on coaching from Robson. The boldness and unpredictability of Robson obviously influenced Mourinho''s own style, as he wouldter demonstrate on the field.


    The team was trailing with little time left, but Robson''s changes weren''t born from desperation.


    Earlier this season, during the Copa del Rey, Barcelona faced a significant deficit to Atl��tico Madrid. Robson employed a simrly audacious substitution strategy, resulting in a dramaticeback for Barcelona!


    This method had proven sessful before.


    Essentially, it was about stacking attacking yers to boost morale, creating an offensive advantage, and unifying the team''s mindset.


    Seeing their coach make such changes, the yers understood how to approach the game.


    A coach has a taboo: to stand still in adversity equates to surrender. After making changes, whether you win or lose depends on skill and luck; at least you''ve made an attempt.


    If you seek a miracle, you must take action to create space for it to happen, in addition to earnestly praying for it.


    Aldrich also made three substitutions, and while they seemed steady, they were equally a gamble!


    Others might have reced defenders to strengthen the defense after seeing Barcelona bring on more forwards.


    But Aldrich took a different approach; the defensive system is aplex web, difficult toprehend at first nce. Would three center-backs be more reliable than two?


    Not necessarily!


    A well-coordinated duo knows their defensive areas and crucial positions, understanding each other''s movements. But with three center-backs? Introducing a new partner without prior practice muddles understanding. Even if this new yer is diligent, they might disrupt the established defensive structure, which could lead to confusion.


    Yet, one must acknowledge the element of luck on the field.


    If Barcelona, by stacking six or seven attackers, scores quickly and levels the score, chaos would ensue. They would be deemed "on fire!"


    At this moment, Millwall faced a true test.


    Aldrich bolstered the intercepting presence of his defensive midfield, keeping the four defenders intact. In front, were two defensive midfielders, with Nedved''s mandate being to press Guardi. Despite Barcelona''s multitude of forwards, organizing in a tightly packed front would be challenging. If they weakened their grip on Guardi, Aldrich could picture a scenario where Guardi orchestrates y freely near the midfield, with Barcelona''s attackers bombarding Millwall''s goal.


    Larsson and Gronkjaer dropped back, and during defense, Millwall''s shape resembled a 4-4-1-1, remainingposed despite Barcelona''s changes, as their practiced defense remained unchanged.


    Robson stood grimly on the sidelines, while Aldrich maintained a calm exterior, though his eyes sparkled with the intensity of a beast.


    At this point in the match, it was truly a matter of life or death!


    Fans in the stands were electrified, particrly the neutral ones. As the game reached this stage, the atmosphere became unbearably thrilling. Barcelona was charging forward with all they''ve got; could Millwall hold their ground?!


    Barcelona''s three-pronged attackprised Ronaldo, Pizzi, and Giovanni.


    Yet, Millwall''s defense had tightened considerably. The distance between defenders and midfielders was about three yards, surrounded by yers. Barcelona''s nk attacks failed to prate; Figo and Enrique often relied on their skills to create space, but rushed crosses posed little threat. The real concerny in the chaos that could arise amidst so many bodies, increasing the risk of conceding a goal.


    Figo passed back to Sergi, whounched a diagonal ball into the box.


    Elguera managed to outmuscle Pizzi for a headed clearance, but the ball was sent soaring out of the penalty area. Stoichkov picked it up and shot before Back could intervene.


    The Lions'' fans were holding their breath!


    Aldrich felt the pulse quicken.


    "Butt has done it! He reliably caught Stoichkov''s seemingly assured long-range shot! Germany has another outstanding goalkeeper!"


    Butt quickly scanned the field as he stood up.


    After sessfully defending, Millwall''s yers shifted from a closed formation to an open one.


    Holding the ball, Butt advanced to the edge of the penalty area and, as Barcelona yers rushed back, he threw the ball to Zambrotta on the left. Zambrotta pushed forward with a direct pass to Larsson, who was near the left sideline just past halfway.


    This side held a vulnerability in Barcelona''s defense. As Larsson received the ball, Guardi approached, but instead of attempting to dribble, he took a quick, angled pass to the right.


    Unintentionally, Larsson drew the defense''s focus toward him.


    However, as the ball seemed destined to roll out, Gronkjaer lunged and tapped it back into y, immediately bursting forward. Sergi scrambled to intercept, but Gronkjaer deftly nudged the ball forward, pausing just in time to avoid a collision. He then charged toward the Barcelona penalty area.


    At this moment, only Ba��a and Kuto were left in Barcelona''s defense.


    Kuto retreated, shadowing Shevchenko and intentionally obstructing Gronkjaer''s space to cut inside.


    The Lions'' fans roared, "Yespe! Put the ball in Barcelona''s! Kick that damned ball in!"


    Gronkjaer burst into the penalty area with the ball, finding a shooting angle that Kuto alone couldn''t block. Just then, Kuto abandoned Shevchenko to close in on him. As Gronkjaer lifted his foot to shoot, Kuto rushed forward to obstruct, only to be surprised when Gronkjaer unexpectedly passed the ball into the center. Shevchenko, having sprinted to avoid being offside, had already stopped his run.


    The tireless Czech, Nedved, charged in, receiving the pass before taking a step forward. Ba��a, gritting his teeth, once again rushed out from the goal. This time, just as the goalkeeper made his move, Nedved lifted his foot to shoot.


    From a near-penalty distance, Nedved''s calm and forceful shot rocketed through the air like a missile, skimming past Ba��a by just a meter. The ball''s path was upward, and it entered the goal in the blink of an eye, so fast that it was almost impossible to follow!


    "Millwall scores again! 3-1, 3-1, 3-1... Nedved has helped Millwall extend the lead! Will he help lift the trophy? Only eight minutes remain! Barcelona trails by two goals!"


    After scoring, Nedved raced towards the bench, surrounded by Aldrich and all the coaches and yers, celebrating exuberantly.


    "We will be champions! We will be champions! We will be that damn glorious champion!"


    Aldrich embraced each yer who ran up to him, then cupped their faces and pressed their foreheads together. With a fierce expression, he said in a low voice, "There are ten minutes left. You''re champions now! Show the will and performance of champions, and hold on until the veryst moment!"


    While excited, the yers took on a serious demeanor upon returning to the pitch, embodying the spirit of natural fighters.


    As Nedved was thest to re-enter, Aldrich pointed toward him with pride, giving two thumbs up to the crowd.


    The Lions fans chanted in unison, "Lions warrior! Pavel Nedved!"


    Some even removed their shirts, helped each other onto shoulders, waving their fists and roaring with glee.


    "Does anyone regret it? Does anyone regret it? Damn reporters, coaches! Are you fucking watching the game? Did you watch it again? Did you watch the performance of Larsson and Nedv��d? Damn it! Who dares? Say they are not the best in Europe? "What team doesn''t ept that and we will beat you! "


    Fans'' emotions are self-serving and simple; as long as their beloved yers perform well, they believe they are the best in the world!


    "The goal conceded by Barcelona took a heavy toll on their morale. Although Guardi had been stripped of the captain''s armband this season, he still exuded leadership qualities. He, along with Enrique, Kuto, and others, kept rallying their teammates."


    There''s still time; we can create a miracle!


    Barcelona''s strong belief propelled them to keep fighting.


    Yet Millwall showed no signs of letting up. Besides Shevchenko, who stayed just behind the center circle, the rest of the yers returned to strengthen the defense.


    Aldrich remained tense; despite the two-goal lead after Nedved''s goal, he felt the match was still uncertain.


    Is one goal lead safe? Not at all!


    But even less safe is a two-goal lead!


    Does this theory seem strange?


    Not at all. A one-goal lead makes yers acutely aware that if the opponent scores, the game is tied. This focus keeps them attentive, minimizing the risk of conceding.


    "But a two-goal lead is different; people might rx internally because there''s a fallback: even if we concede one, we''re still ahead, so what''s there to fear?


    The psychological state with a two-goal lead is different from that with a one-goal lead. While the former looks better from a tactical standpoint, it''s actually more dangerous psychologically."


    For this reason, Aldrich wasn''t overly celebratory. On the contrary, he reminded every yer to retain their fighting spirit, without a shred ofcency.


    Goals in football cane in the blink of an eye; if Barcelona goes on a rampage, the likelihood of scoring two goals in rapid session isn''t negligible!


    After being stirred by Aldrich''s spirit, the yers stayed focused. Barcelona''s yers found themselves filled with despair against such a resolute opponent.


    It felt as though they weren''t facing ordinary yers.


    The eleven opponents,bined, seemed to loom over them like the totem of an enraged lion.


    Barcelona''s all-out offensive continued, but their attacks became rather one-dimensional, transmitting the ball directly to the most dangerous zones.


    Their formation was no longer discernible, with yers from all positions barging into the box seeking scoring chances.


    Giovanni attempted a header in the box but missed wildly.


    As injury time was announced, four minutes showed on the clock!


    Barcelona hadn''t given up yet; Southgate intercepted a pass aimed for De La Pe?a in the penalty area, who fell and appealed for a penalty, but the referee remained uninterested.


    Southgate cleared the ball with a powerful kick into the forward zone.


    Barcelona, caught off guard by their empty defense, were astonished to find Shevchenko with another one-on-one chance!


    Kuto, having pushed up, misjudged the ball''s trajectory, allowing Shevchenko to sprint forward unchecked.


    The Ukrainian surged forward with the ball, and today, Ba��a was undoubtedly the unluckiest man on the field, as Barcelona''s defense made him look foolish.


    Just outside the box, Shevchenko opted to shoot. Ba��a was already advancing, and Shevchenko decided on a slick cement.


    Watching the ball roll toward the bottom left corner of the, Shevchenko prepared to celebrate, only to be met with a thud.


    The ball hit the post and ricocheted back!


    Shevchenko stood in disbelief as Ba��a lunged for it, but someone outpaced him and snatched the ball away.


    Larsson!


    The Swedish striker calmly kicked the ball into an empty before running towards Shevchenko, who was initially shocked and slightly frustrated after missing the goal but found sce when Larsson added in the shot. Because he didn''t miss a great opportunity.


    The two walked back towards their half, all the while the stadium reverberated with Millwall''s cheers.


    the King of Europe is about to be crowned!

 Chapter 219: Return to Triumph

    <h4>Chapter 219: Return to Triumph</h4>


    ---


    **Rotterdam Stadium**


    **Barcelona 1-4 Millwall**


    **Match Time: 93:48**


    The Barcelona fans in the stands looked nk, their sadness concealed behind silent eyes.


    Aside from asional camera shots, no one paid them any more attention.


    The Lions'' fans were already celebrating, counting down the final moments.


    Neutral fans werepletely won over by Millwall, standing in anticipation of the moment the championship was officially announced.


    The Barcelona yers on the bench were expressionless, while on Millwall''s side, all the coaches and yers gathered at the sidelines.


    Finally, when the referee blew the final whistle, the stadium erupted with thunderous cheers.


    "Millwall! Millwall! Millwall!"


    yers on the sidelines rushed onto the field, with some coaches starting to celebrate exuberantly.


    Ben��tez took a few steps onto the field, then suddenly turned around and saw Aldrich with his eyes closed and head raised as if engaged in some religious ritual. Curiously, he asked, "Aren''t youing to celebrate?"


    Aldrich took a deep breath, his face smiling. As the tension finally eased, it felt as if even the air had a vor, refreshing and delightful.


    He opened his eyes and told Ben��tez, "You go ahead. I''ll join you in a moment."


    With that, he turned and walked towards the Barcelona bench.


    After the match, the Barcelona yers stood on the field with vacant expressions. Some were holding their heads in despair, while the coaching staff and some substitutes walked onto the field tofort the yers.


    Aldrich approached Robson. Despite losing the final, the veteran coach, having weathered many storms, maintained a calm demeanor.


    The two embraced and spoke, Aldrich putting aside his smile and saying with seriousness, "It''s a pity we didn''t face Barcelona at their best today."


    Robson gave a faint smile and replied, "Why are you being so honest? You should say that today''s Barcelona was the strongest! That way, Millwall''s victory would be even greater."


    Aldrich shook his head. "Confidence and arrogance are only a fine line apart. We won today, but it''s not the end of the story. If this group of yers thinks they are invincible, today''s victory might nt the seeds of disaster. I will let them celebrate, then once they calm down, I''ll tell them: you didn''t face the strongest Barcelona, not even Ronaldo was in top form today."


    Aldrich was sincere in his words. He wasn''t just ttering his opponents; he spoke his mind.


    Barcelona, under the pressure of catching up with Real Madrid in La Liga, had given their all in the recent Spanish derby. Combined with inconsistent yer performance and other factors, Barcelona wasn''t at their best today.


    Especially with the European focus on the talented Ronaldo. Despite an impable season record, his form had fluctuated throughout the season. Last month, after Barcelona''s president N��?ez rejected Ronaldo''s demand for a pay rise and cast doubt on his future at the club, Ronaldo was distracted by transfer rumors. N��?ez had always been opposed to bringing Ronaldo to the club,Now, all of Europe knows that as long as the buyout use for Ronaldo''s contract is paid, the alien can be taken away from Camp Nou.


    Robson patted Aldrich on the arm and said, "Don''t belittle yourself. Your team performed better today. You deserve the championship. Go, celebrate with your yers. They''re surely waiting for you."


    Aldrich shook hands with Robson and then turned to walk onto the field.


    As he approached the celebrating yers, they gathered around him. Aldrich hugged each yer, praising their performance today.


    When he reached the other end of the field and embraced Zambrotta, cheers erupted from the stands.


    "Aldrich! Aldrich! Aldrich! Damn, look over here!"


    Aldrich looked toward the stands and saw the Lions'' fans. Brady and Fred were at the front. Brady shouted at him with a scowl, "Give us some souvenirs! Your suit is nice, give it to me!"


    "I want the tie!" Fred jumped up and shouted.


    "Give me your underwear!"


    A female fan''s shout from the back made everyoneugh out loud.


    Aldrich, not shy at all, took off his suit and untied his tie, tossing them to Brady and Fred.


    "Damn! Don''t grab it! What use is it if it''s torn? Hey, the quality is actually pretty good!"


    Brady hugged the suit and, after a while, put it on when he saw no one was fighting for it. He looked somewhatical as the suit didn''t quite fit him.


    Fred, wearing his jersey, tied the tie around his neck. The two looked like aedic duo.


    From the moment the match ended, the live broadcast kept the cameras on Aldrich, capturing his gestures of tossing the suit and tie.


    Afterward, Aldrich stood alone at the sidelines, the passionate scene of the Lions'' fans behind him. He scanned the field, imprinting every moment in his mind.


    The yers running and celebrating, the coaches grinning with pride, the crowds saluting the fans...


    And the despondent Barcelona coaching staff and yers.


    This was an incredible era.


    At this moment, Aldrich saw Mourinhoforting Guardi from thirty meters away, perhaps offering mutual constion.


    Victors and vanquished, so pure on the green pitch.


    Aldrich closed his eyes again, feeling the crazed atmosphere in the stadium, with deafening sounds echoing behind him.


    "Millwall, Kings of Europe!"


    "Millwall, Kings of Europe!"


    Today, there was no miracle, just a legend.


    Two years ago, Millwall was fighting in League One, and now they were English Premier League champions and the kings of Europeanpetition!


    Aldrich, in the midst of the excitement of sess, felt a greater sense of relief.


    He had once again fulfilled his promise.


    Millwall''s young yers, give me some more time, some more support, and let us continue this legend!


    "Boss?"


    Hearing his name, Aldrich opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by yers.


    Nedv��d, Larsson, Schneider, and Trezeguet, all shirtless, were smiling at him, while other yers were around him.


    Aldrich looked slightly surprised as he was suddenly lifted off his feet from behind.


    Southgate shouted, "Boss! Thank you!"


    The yers joyfully threw him into the air.


    Aldrich looked at the clear Dutch sky,ughing to the point of intoxication...


    After the award ceremony, Aldrich and the team boarded a ne back to London that night.


    The flight from Rotterdam to London took less than two hours.


    The team boarded the ne close to ten o''clock. The yers took turns holding the championship trophy, continuing the post-match celebration in a frenzy.


    Aldrich was also pulled into the group photos. They popped champagne, raised toasts, and sang and danced in the cramped cabin.


    When the nended in London, no one was clean. Most were drenched in beverages, looking quite disheveled.


    Before disembarking, Aldrich stood at the front of the aisle, smiling and asking, "What are your ns after wend?"


    "Go home and sleep!"


    The yers replied in unison. Schneider, noticing Aldrich''s surprised expression,ughed heartily, "Boss, of course we know there''s another final waiting for us the day after tomorrow!"


    The other yers'' expressions were half-smiles, which made Aldrichugh and scold, "Alright, I hope you can reassure me. Rest tomorrow, report back the day after tomorrow morning, and in the afternoon, we''ll win another trophy. That will be ourst match of the season. You should all agree with me; you don''t want this season to end in defeat, do you?"


    "Of course, we want to be the treble winners!"


    Southgate shouted loudly. Under his leadership, the other yers also cheered.


    The yers were still in high spirits, especially when Aldrich and his team exited the airport. They were amazed by the scene outside.


    Returning as heroes to Millwall, not only were the reporters swarming in, but Millwall fans in London also came to the airport to wee their champions.


    It was nearing midnight, yet the fans'' enthusiasm didn''t wane. They held up club scarves and chanted Millwall''s name.


    Camera shes and television cameras focused on the crowd.


    Aldrich and the coaching staff led the way out. Compared to his usual polished appearance, he seemed a bit unruly this time, with his shirt and pants rumpled, his hair slightly disheveled. He smiled, waving to the fans, while pulling his luggage.


    Ben��tez and Jansen, each holding the European Champions Cup, followed Aldrich. They raised the trophy to show the crowd, eliciting high-decibel cheers and apuse.


    When the yers emerged, the atmosphere reached another level.


    First toe out was Nedv��d, followed by Larsson with his hands on Nedv��d''s shoulders, and Southgate with his hands on Larsson''s shoulders.


    Millwall''s yers filed out like a long procession, rhythmically chanting one phrase.


    "Treble winners! Treble winners!"


    At first, the fans chanted their names, but soon the sounds merged into a unified rhythm.


    "Treble winners! Treble winners!"


    Millwall''s team returned triumphantly, their spirits high. Under the gaze of fans and reporters, they boarded the bus to leave.


    Everyone knew that Millwall''s season wasn''t over yet, and as they chanted, they were set to challenge for their third trophy of the season: the FA Cup!


    Now, they were not just the focus of London but of all Ennd.


    Just the images of their victorious return made headlines across major TV stations, repeatedly broadcasting scenes of the yers


    joyfully chanting "Treble winners."


    This rapidly captured the attention of neutral fans, leading many to embrace them, and more young fans looked up to their yers, marking them as their first love in the world of football!

 Chapter 220: More Champion Moments

    <h4>Chapter 220: More Champion Moments</h4>


    When Aldrich returned home, it was already past midnight. He stepped inside and casually set his suitcase aside before slowly trudging upstairs, peeling off his clothes along the way.With a satisfied grin on his face, Aldrich sank into therge bed, his mind reying the championship moments time and again, especially the sight of Southgate tearing up with joy as he lifted the trophy.


    This past season has been very difficult for him.The pressure of being scapegoated by English fans had taken a toll, leaving him feeling crushed. His exposure in the media had plummeted as he instinctively shielded himself from public scrutiny, fearing that he would again be questioned about his penalty miss in the 1996 European Championship.


    This season, the steady performance of Southgate had made him a cornerstone of Millwall''s defense. Unlike Stam''s fierce aggression, Southgate exuded amanding presence��He wasn''t merely a workhorse defender; he approached ball-handling with calmness and had an intentional awareness of the bigger picture that suited Millwall''s tactical setup perfectly.


    The young yers clutched their trophies tightly, giddy as if they were children who never wanted to let go...


    Just as Aldrich''s eyes began to grow heavy, the ringing of thendline phone on the nightstand jolted him awake.


    Reluctantly, he reached for the phone and put it to his ear.


    What he heard made him both amused and exasperated.


    "Boss, I can''t sleep..."


    Aldrich nearly yelled into the phone, "Do you have any idea I was just about to fall asleep when you called?"


    "Andrey, let''s chat then. Don''t you have a girlfriend?"


    "No."


    ...


    By noon the next day, Aldrich stilly sprawled across his bed, with his phone right beside him. If he leaned in close enough, he could hear the repeated beeping of the line being disconnected.


    Downstairs, the door swung open, and Mnie, dressed in a breezy summer dress, rushed in. When she found that Aldrich was nowhere on the first floor, she quickly ran upstairs, checking the gym and study before finally pushing open the bedroom door. Her expression shifted to one of bemusement upon seeing him sprawled out on the bed.


    Climbing onto the bed slowly, Mnie straddled him. As she leaned down, Aldrich woke up, still groggy. Mnie nted a kiss on his lips and gleefully eximed, "Congrattions! Champion coach!"


    She hadn''t been able to make it to the Nethends to cheer him on during the match because of a performance, but Aldrich didn''t mind��time had been tight for Millwall.


    Rubbing his eyes, Aldrich noticed Mnie wrinkle her nose at the alcohol smell lingering on him. "Did you really sleep without showering? It''s disgusting. Go wash up!"


    Still feeling out of sorts, Aldrich sat up as Mnie collected clothes from the floor. Turning back to him, she asked, "I tried calling youst night. Your mobile was off, the home phone was busy�� I called three times. Were you intentionally ignoring your phone?"


    "Oh no, it wasn''t like that. A yer couldn''t sleep after winning the championship, so he called me to chat. I didn''t even realize we talked for so long."


    "Who was it?"


    "Shevchenko."


    "Oh, you two are quite close. What did you talk about?"


    "Uh, I can''t remember..."


    Aldrich headed into the bathroom, realizing he had long since forgotten what they had discussed. Most likely, it had been mundane topics, probably along the lines of counting sheep to help Shevchenko calm down.


    After his shower, Aldrich came downstairs in just his shorts. Mnie was in the kitchen whipping up some simple food for him. He turned on the TV to check the news.


    "I''m not just emphasizing that Millwall has be the strongest team in Europe; I care more about the team spirit. Look at Shankly and Paisley''s Liverpool. Millwall now shows a united front, passionate yet joyous. When they returned to Londonst night, the yers cheered like kids ying a game. Do you think theye off as arrogant? I don''t think so at all. They are enjoying football and relishing the joy of the game! What do we see from Aldrich Hall? His calmness during the game? That''s just part of it. We should also notice his reaction at the moment his team achieved the extraordinary feat of winning the championship in their first European campaign��he turned to shake hands with Sir Robson. Hall is wild yet graceful, redefining Millwall''s spirit, earning him respect in the coachingmunity."


    The voice of former Liverpool yer n Hansen filled the room, reminiscing about how he had imed the previous season that Manchester United couldn''t win anything with a bunch of kids, hoping Millwall wouldn''t embarrass themselves in front of the bigger teams.


    Aldrich didn''t dislike him because he held his own opinions, not swayed by poprity. He often offered insights that diverged from the mainstream narrative.


    Aldrich watched for a while as the football show continued to praise Millwall''s triumph.


    Mnie appeared with a te of food, handing it to Aldrich before cing several newspapers on the coffee table.


    As he ate, Aldrich looked down at the papers, marveling at the glowing headlines celebrating Millwall''s victory. Many of the covers featured images of the team lifting the trophy, including a shot of Aldrich being hoisted into the air by the yers.


    Mnie sat across from him, grinning widely, which made Aldrich feel her gaze was unusual and made him uneasy.


    "Have you seen enough?"


    "Not enough!"


    "Have I changed a lot in these few days?"


    "No! So I haven''t seen enough."


    "Don''t you have to work today?"


    "I have three days off."


    "Will you workout with meter?"


    Mnie nodded, a smirk ying on her face, seemingly amused.


    After having dinner, Aldrich took a little time to rest, while Mnie took a quick shower in the bathroom. With her hair cut short, she looked more refreshed. When she opened the bedroom door in her ck bikini and didn''t find Aldrich, she felt a little odd.


    When she saw Aldridge jogging in the gym, she pouted, "Is this the workout you''re talking about?"


    Aldrich turned to look at her, couldn''t help but grinned and said, "Yeah, it''s just for exercise!"


    "Why didn''t you make it clear? I even took a shower for this!"


    "What part was confusing? Didn''t you say you had three days off? We''ll save the fun for tonight."


    "Can I hit you?"


    "Then go ahead and try."


    The gym, spacious enough, became a yground for Aldrich and Mnie as they donned their gloves and engaged in their usual workout of boxing.


    ...


    Later that evening, Aldrich drove Mnie back to her parents'' vi in East End for dinner.


    He was still driving the BMW that Arthur had given him, and Mnie looked somewhat displeased.


    "Do you dislike the car I got you?"


    "Not at all; I love it! It''s just too shy. It''s fine for a casual cruise, but I don''t need it for work or short trips, and parking it''s inconvenient too."


    Aldrich spoke truthfully, prompting Mnie to rx.


    Yet, Aldrich''s thoughts lingered deeper; his and Mnie''s rtionship felt like that Lamborghini��an indulgence for rxation, but their time apart had kept them in a perpetual "dating" phase, never progressing further.


    Arriving at his parents'' vi, his mother Amelia and sister-inw were busy preparing dinner. A lengthy table was already set with a hearty spread.


    Andrew hade alone, cradling his three-year-old nephew Bowen as they watched cartoons.


    As soon as Aldrich entered, Andrew held Bowen up, smiling, "Uncle Aldrich, congrattions!"


    Aldrich approached, cing a hand on Andrew''s head, "Thanks!"


    He bent down, cing a kiss on Bowen''s forehead as his nephew tugged at his sleeve, "Can I get a signature from Larsson?"


    Aldrich chuckled, nodding in agreement.


    "Where''s Arthur?"


    "He''s still asleep in his room; I''ll go wake him up!"


    Amelia took a steak out of the oven and ced it on the table before heading upstairs.


    "What happened? Did Arthur party too hard again?"


    Aldrich asked Andrew.


    Andrew shrugged, "Yeah, he barely made it onto the ne this morning. When those old brutes brought him back, he thought he was still in a hotel in Rotterdam, and he gave me twenty pounds as a tip."


    "Haha, funny enough, I didn''t get to see him in the Nethends either."


    Millwall had arrived in Rotterdam early. As the club''s staff, Arthur and the CEO Adam didn''t arrive until match day. They basically acted as spectators, heading straight to the VIP box at the stadium. Aldrich hadn''t even greeted his father before they rushed to leave post-game.


    "Hehe, yesterday he was in a box with N��?ez from Barcelona. ording to those old-timers, they were living it up in Rotterdam, and Arthur kept hurling insults at N��?ez, calling him an annoying idiot. Barcelona was clueless; N��?ez thought that Arthur had the power to influence yer transfers, so he kept probing Arthur about bringing in Larsson. Arthur wasn''t in the mood to chat, but he couldn''t shake off the pestering..."


    Aldrichughed, "So he''s clearly not fond of watching matches from the box."


    At the Lions'' Den Stadium, Arthur was no longer watching the match from the box but sitting in the stands with Pusk��s and Yvonne. However, since it was the European final, he had to go back to the box as a representative of the club, considering how it affected the club''s image.


    If it were other Premier League club owners or executives, Arthur could easily banter and argue with them for two hours in the box. After all, even if they were caught on camera outside, no one would know what they were really saying.After all, Premier League owners and executives meet every three months, and most of the time they end up shing over interests at the league''s roundtable meetings. They may smile in public, but behind the scenes, they''re not all saints.


    In Europeanpetitions, when Arthur faces executives or owners of clubs outside Ennd, this seemingly reckless guy tries to avoid conflict. In Ennd, there is amon set of unspoken rules that prevent public conflict, but for club owners or executives elsewhere, who knows if they are little firecrackers ready to explode at the slightest push?


    As thrilling as the final had been, Arthur, for those two hours, sat uneasy, tired of N��?ez''s relentless banter.


    After realizing he had forgotten something important yesterday, Aldrich''s expression changed.


    "Why do you look puzzled?"


    Andrew asked, perplexed.


    "I think I missed something yesterday."


    "C''mon, was it the post-match press conference? UEFA sent a warning, but since Millwall has another final tomorrow, they''ve epted your absence this time. But they expect an advance notice next time. What kind of nonsense is it to leave reporters hanging while you fly off?"


    Aldrich pped his forehead, sighing, "You''re right, I lost track of everything with my excitement."


    "Oh, Aldrich,e over here and let me kiss you!"


    Arthur, dressed in pajamas, came down halfway and, seeing Aldrich, rushed toward him with his messy hair.


    But before he could get too far, he tripped and fell onto the living room carpet.


    "Grandpa!"


    "Oh my God!"


    Bowen and Amelia eximed in unison.


    Aldrich and Andrew hurried over to help him up.


    Whether it was the cushioning effect of Arthur''s chubby belly or the soft carpet, he sprang up as if nothing had happened, hugging Aldrich tightly and nting a kiss on his cheek,ughing heartily, "Long live Millwall! We''re European champions! No regrets!"


    "I''d say if you died right now, that''d be the biggest regret!"


    Aldrich smiled as he replied.


    Arthur paused, confused, and asked, "Why?"


    "Because you''d miss out on more championship moments with Millwall."


    "Oh, haha! You''re right! Son, I''m not going anywhere. I n to live to be two hundred years old to see Millwall lift twenty, thirty, a hundred more trophies!"

 Chapter 221: Blue Civil War

    <h4>Chapter 221: Blue Civil War</h4>


    The day after winning the championship, Aldrich enjoyed a warm dinner at his parents'' home. However, it was a bit regretful that his older brother couldn''t make it back from the United States.


    After dinner, Aldrich took Mnie by the hand and went to the cinema for a movie before heading home to rest.


    **April 17**, the morning of the FA Cup final.


    Aldrich drove to the team training ground. Early in the morning, many fans had already gathered outside the training facility to cheer for the team, as it was the weekend. Before training began, the yers would step outside to sign autographs for the fans.


    The atmosphere was electric; the fans watched the yers with joyful eyes.


    Aldrich arrived at the training ground in his sports outfit. The coaches were all present, and gradually, the yers who had taken a bit longer in the locker room started to emerge.


    From their rxed expressions, it was evident that they were in a good state of mind. Clearly, the main yers had not let loose during their day off yesterday.


    "Hey, boss."


    One by one, the yers greeted Aldrich, initially with smiles. But upon seeing the unsmiling Benitez, especially with the thick stack of papers in his hands, most of the yers quickly averted their gazes and moved away with peculiar expressions.


    They seemed a bit intimidated by Benitez.


    Especially Pirlo and Schneider.


    Aldrich was the head coach, but he couldn''t be involved in every detail of the club''s first team operations. His focus was mainly on tactical arrangements, locker room management, and in-game instructions.


    The specific technical training was handled by Meulensteen, fitness training was the responsibility of Babu, tactical training was led by Benitez, while Jansen coordinated various aspects while maintainingmunication with the yers during training.


    Other first-team coaches were divided into different training groups.


    Benitez was a perfectionist, which made it hard for many yers to handle him.


    Even if Nedved earned Man of the Match with a performance that included 70 passes, 60pleted sessfully (over 80% uracy), and other excellent stats, the very next day in training, Benitez would praise him by saying, "Pavel, you did well yesterday, but let''s talk about those ten misced passes you made."


    For certain yers, Benitez''s high demands became unbearable, prompting them to turn to either Jansen or Aldrich for a sympathetic ear to share theirints.


    It felt like the first-team coaching staff had one ying the good cop and the other the bad cop, and that was indeed the case.


    In the past, Aldrich had yed Benitez''s role, but he wasn''t nearly as "tough." Nevertheless, holding higher standards for yers was only natural. If not, yers might becent with an 80% passpletion rate, thinking that''s their best; this might be okay in the short term, but it could be detrimental in the long run.


    After some warm-up exercises, Benitez prepared to have individual discussions with the yers. It created a tense atmosphere among the yers returning from a light jog, their faces changing dramatically.


    Aldrich grabbed Benitez''s arm, shaking his head with a smile. "Let it go for today. After the match this afternoon, they''ll go on holiday. Whatever you say now won''t make a difference."


    Benitez hesitated for ten seconds, finally revealing a resigned expression. "Okay, let''s hope they can give us a nice holiday."


    "I have faith in them."


    Seeing Benitez not approaching, the yers exchanged nces and collectively sighed in relief.


    Honestly, after this afternoon''s final match of the season, they would all head off, and they really didn''t want to talk to the coach about anything regarding their previous game. Even if they had time to discuss it, what difference would it make? Were they nning to train again tomorrow?


    The morning training session was entirely low-key; the yers were just rxing.


    The coaches didn''t supervise closely; Aldrich and Meulensteen were chatting together.


    "Really? What''s the point of that?" Meulensteen asked curiously.


    Aldrich exined, "In training, we use a ball machine. Imissioned a batch of ser ball machines; they work on the same principle, just with a mechanical structure magnified. I thought this could help train yers'' ball-handling skills. Don''t you think the yers'' technical training is a bit too static?"


    Meulensteen pictured it in his mind.


    The ball machine was nothing new; it was more intuitive in baseball training, where a machineunches balls for yers to practice hitting.


    A ser ball machine?


    " Is it designed for the goalies?" was the first thought Meulensteen had.


    Aldrich smiled. "It can train goalkeepers'' saves, but if you adjust the machine''s angle, the ballsunched can have different trajectories. This way, we can train yers on their ability to stop long-range balls, especially since they can''t predict where the ball is going toe from. They need to react quickly, move, and stop the ball, which tests their skills even more, doesn''t it? My point is, machines don''t behave like humans. A yer waiting for a pass gets to see their teammate''s kick and start anticipating where the ball is going. With a machine, the reaction time is much shorter."


    Meulensteen''s eyes lit up. "It can also train yers for difficult shots! Attackers and defenderspeting for unpredictable ball trajectories..."


    Aldrich was momentarily taken aback. "Hey, how did I not think of that? You truly have a knack for connecting the dots."


    Meulensteenughed heartily, "How did youe up with using such a device?"


    Aldrich shrugged. "I thought we should introduce more challenging conditions into yer training. In the Premier League, Bergkamp''s ball control is an art form. He can make any ball feel like it has a magic force just by touching it. But when we train, if we have coaches constantly kicking balls at yers, it tires us out. If we let the yers kick, it dys their training. So, I considered using training equipment as a substitute for manual training. A few months ago, I saw an article about ball machines, and that sparked the idea. The factory will send me the machines this summer. We''ll see how effective they are then."


    Meulensteen was clearly pleased with Aldrich''s initiative. His pursuit of perfection in yer skills made him happy, and Aldrich''s investment and attention to this aspect filled him with gratitude and joy.


    After finishing lunch early, the yers rested for a bit in the training hotel before all boarded the bus traveling to Wembley, London.


    The afternoon was sunny and warm. As Millwall''s bus rolled into Wembley, countless fans had already gathered outside Ennd''s greatest stadium.


    Today, the atmosphere in Ennd was painted in blue. Millwall, nicknamed The Lions, sported a blue color scheme, while Chelsea, known as the Blue Lions, naturally had a blue theme as well.


    This easily blurred the lines between the two fanbases outside the stadium; if one didn''t look at the logos or sponsor ads on their chests, it would be hard to distinguish friend from foe.


    Because of this, Chelsea was fortunate enough to draw the home kit for today''s match, leaving Millwall in their white away jerseys.


    Unfortunately for them, most of the fans in the stands wore blue. While there were Millwall supporters wearing their away kits to cheer, many still wore Chelsea''s deep blue home jerseys.


    Ideally, both sets of fans would fill half the stadium, but Chelsea''s side was a sea of blue, while Millwall''s sidecked that vivid color bnce. The blue-and-white mixed stands appeared less impressive.


    Only the more than three thousand Millwall fans gathered together created a sea of white.


    That represented Brady and Fred''s rallying cry.


    This showed the impact of organized fan groups, which created a united front, demonstrating the strength of their support.


    Millwall fans were genuinely frustrated.


    They were unintentionally overshadowed by the Chelsea supporters.


    But who could say it was wrong for them to wear their home jerseys?


    If anyone was to me, it was the FA for giving Chelsea the "home advantage."


    Aldrich wasn''t too concerned about this aspect.


    If one were to talk about home-field advantage, Millwall had yed several matches at Wembley in these two years, even more than Chelsea. Apart fromst year''s two finals, their European campaign had also taken ce at Wembley this year, and Millwall was clearly more ustomed to the field.


    However, having been so used to the home crowd cheering for them, the Millwall yers would probably feel a sense of unease at encountering Chelsea''s blue wave cheering for their opponents��it might give them the illusion that the fans had turned against them!


    During the pre-match press conference, Aldrich did not attend. Prior to participating in the European Cup Winners'' Cup, Millwall had notified the FA of theirck of time.


    The FA understood; after all, Millwall was representing Ennd in the European Cup Winners'' Cup, and it was an honor to have them there, especially having won the championship.


    This London derby seemed to signal London''s rise in thendscape of English football. Once, only Arsenal held up the banner, while the focus shifted to Manchester and Liverpool. Although Spurs used to be seen as a significant strength among the Premier League teams, in recent years, they had fallen from grace and were no longer taken seriously.


    Millwall''s strong emergence shattered the old pattern, while Chelsea, under Bates'' reckless investment, also showed ambition. The focus of English football naturally began to shift to London.


    This was not just a London derby; it was also a sh between sworn enemies!


    Before the match began, Millwall''s Arthur walked into the box with a wide grin. Today, he didn''t mind watching the game from the box because his favorite rival, Bates, was there.


    Inside the box, Bates appeared somewhat tense, his expression serious and somber. He ced tremendous importance on this championship.


    When Arthur came in, Bates didn''t even notice, seemingly lost in thought.


    Arthur circled behind him a couple of times, suppressing augh as he surveyed Bates, waiting for Bates to notice him, which made him look quite surprised. Arthur raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Old friend, can I sit here and watch the game with you?"


    "Can you get lost?!" Bates hissed.


    Arthur shook Bates'' hand heartily andughed, "Come on, smile! The cameras outside must have caught this moment. If you kick me out, that''s just poor form, isn''t it? I''ll go out and say, ''Bates didn''t dare to watch the match with me; he''s afraid Chelsea will lose the championship!'' What do you say to that?"


    Bates gritted his teeth, "You old bastard, do you have to be so shameless?"


    Arthur unabashedly sat down and poured himself a ss of wine, smiling casually. "Well, you did make me look bad back then. Our teams are sworn enemies; the seeds of hatred have long been sown. It''s survival of the fittest; Chelsea is just a soft sheep now, while Millwall is a lion. Of course, I''d like to tear you to shreds. If you were in my shoes, you''d do the same, right?"


    With a furious expression, Bates sat down and replied solemnly, "Arthur, you''ve humiliated me countless times in the past two years. Does that make you happy?"


    Arthur poured himself another drink, savoring it before turning to Bates with a wide grin. "Yes, it makes me very happy! Humiliating you brings me joy! You might not understand our Hall family''s survival philosophy: when someone hits us, we don''t just hit back to pay them back��we hit them hard enough that they won''t dare toe back at us. West Ham has already been relegated. Uh, Chelsea won''t be relegated for now, but like today, we''ll make sure you don''t win the championship. When we lift the trophy and celebrate, I''ll send you a picture of the celebration, so you''ll remember who made all your hard work go to waste, who shattered your dreams, and why you feel like crap for days on end!"

 Chapter 222: The Real Strong

    <h4>Chapter 222: The Real Strong</h4>


    Arthur''s feud with Bates is well known among Premier League clubs. He has a tense rtionship with Arsenal''s vice-chairman Dein and ranks Edwards third on his hate list. But he looked down on the Manchester United veteran, thinking that as soon as he rolled up his sleeves, the opponent would immediately cower.


    Since Millwall''s promotion to the Premier Leaguest year, Manchester United and Arsenal had been looking for any excuse to marginalize them. Besides their smaller stadium and poor reputation, the most crucial reason was that Millwall had secured a bigger share of the broadcasting revenue through family connections. Millwall was not just challenging the traditional powers of the Premier League on the field; they were infringing on the economic benefits that the big clubs had relied on.


    However, in just two seasons, Millwall managed to silence both Manchester United and Arsenal. As a result, Arthur now coldly mocked Dein: "When will Highbury be expanded? Oh right, it looks like the surrounding areas are all residential. There''s no room for expansion, is there?"


    As for Edwards, Arthur maintained an attitude of indifference. As long as Edwards didn''t provoke him, he had no desire to engage with that old man, who disgusted him as if he were covered from head to toe in bodily fluids.


    Concerning Bates, their animosity stemmed not only from being enemies but also from Arthur''s inability to tolerate Bates''s arrogant demeanor. Even though Chelsea had nothing substantial, Bates acted as if he deserved all the credit.


    A shrewd businessman, Bates had a notorious reputation before assuming control of the club. He had made a couple of million to ten million-pound investments in the European financial sector over the years, often escaping unscathed from precarious situations. In short, his dealings were not clean.


    Football is a tightly-knitmunity, and the FA''s insrity means regardless of how intense the internal conflicts may be, any external interference is often met with fierce resistance, irrespective of right or wrong.


    Bates capitalized on his position as Chelsea''s chairman to erase his past. Although his financial management at Chelsea had raised eyebrows, it was difficult for outsiders to investigate his club operations. Both the FA and the Premier League opposed such investigations, as every club had its share of shady dealings hidden away from public view.


    Bates, the shrewd and cunning businessman, not only built his grand vision of Chelsea Vige but also actively stirred up conflict to boost his poprity. Before aiming his sights at Arthur, he had been at odds with Dein. However, seeing Arsenal''s recent struggles, he decided to turn his attention toward Millwall, knowing the existing animosity between the two clubs would generate plenty of buzz.


    Sitting beside Bates, Arthur sipped wine as he awaited the match to start, while Bates sat in silence, his face darkened.


    "Old bastard, I heard you recently publicly questioned the Holts'' asset sources? Haha, I''ve got a hrious story about the thief shouting to catch the thief," Arthur said, his tone t and eyes slightly narrowed.


    Bates felt a chill run down his spine. This man would use any means necessary; when attacking Dein, he''d even hire private detectives. Now, facing Arthur, he nned to use the same tactic.


    He issued statements to the media questioning whether the Holt family could really afford to construct such an expensive new stadium, implying that the Holts had turned from selling ss to billionaire status in just a decade��was there something fishy going on?


    Arthur kept a straight face and replied nonchntly, "Business matters, Bates; I''m not your equal, and I don''t care. My three sons are managing that. However, if you want to y these games, let''s y. I''m curious about Chelsea''s financial situation��where do you get all that money for yers and high wages? Your Chelsea Vige is practically deserted all the time, is it really profitable? Haha, I asked my eldest son, and he told me we have quite a few friends in European business circles; I''m sure we can uncover many secrets. Are you really willing to y? Can you handle it?"


    Bates'' forehead began to sweat, and he gritted his teeth, "Mistake, it''s all a misunderstanding!"


    At that moment, he finally realized that his previous petty games were trivialpared to the Holt family, who had amassed over two hundred million pounds just three years ago, with their wealth growing at an astonishing rate.


    Thanks to their connections, the Holt family had a ster reputation, while Bates was no better than a rat crossing the street.


    Arthur took another sip of wine, chuckling, "Misunderstanding? If that''s the case, then, oh well, without you around, I might even miss the fun."


    He joked lightly, but internally he thought: if Bates kept up these antics, Chelsea''s debts would pile up, they wouldn''t have any sess, and they''d eventually go bankrupt...


    In Wembley''s away team locker room, Aldrich stood with arms crossed in front of the yers.


    "Everyone knows today is ourst match of the season. I trust you''ll approach it with three hundred percent seriousness. However, I want to address two points. The first is mentality. We''ve beaten Chelsea twice in the league this season, and that might make some of youcent. Now, take a minute to ask yourselves: Chelsea? We''ve already defeated them, winning should be a piece of cake!"


    The yers exchanged nces, looking at Aldrich''s stern face, and some lowered their heads in shame, for many had indeed thought that way.


    After all, they had double-teamed Ennd''s traditional top three and recently thrashed the La Liga giant Barcelona in the European Winners'' Cup. If you asked a thousand neutral fans the same question: who''s stronger, Chelsea or Barcelona? Over nine hundred would say Barcelona, and the rest would ask: who is Chelsea?


    The answer was obvious. If Millwall could beat Barcelona 4:1, dominating Chelsea should be a walk in the park.


    Yet Aldrich''s expression showed no signs of ease. He knew there were many disadvantages for Millwall today. The scattered cheers from the fans in the stands were one thing, but thepetitive factors counted too, like the yers just returning from the Nethends. They were likely to be fatigued, just like Barcelona, and after a big match, especially one they had won, their mindset could easily be carried away.


    "I''ll give you two more minutes. Erase the thought of defeating Chelsea from your minds and instead think of the two league losses and one cup game we faced this season, not to mention the seven disappointing draws! Reflect on those matches��were those opponents truly stronger than us? Why didn''t we win?"


    By this time, the yers understood Aldrich''s intention. They straightened up, their expressions serious, shedding all notions of disdain.


    Aldrich continued, "You''ve mostly experienced the thrill of holding two cup trophiesst season. Do you remember the mindset we had then? We almost let Aston Vi snatch the trophy from us because our anxiousness clouded our performance. Today is no different. Chelsea''sst trophy was the European Winners'' Cup 26 years ago; it''s been years since theyst held an FA Cup. They''ve been starved for sess for nearly thirty years, and their desperation is palpable. They want to prove they are better than us, and they yearn for their club to return to glory. But we won''t grant them that opportunity! That brings me to my second point: our demeanor!"


    The yers looked up at Aldrich earnestly, nodding in agreement.


    Although this was a final, Aldrich didn''t resort to clich��s about honor and spirit.


    Repetitive speeches aren''t always effective and don''t resonate the same way.


    Millwall was the defending champion of the FA Cup, and the yers were already familiar with the honor. They had two trophies under their belts this season and a favorable record against Chelsea. If Aldrich merely attempted to boost their morale with barren rhetoric, it wouldn''t have much impact.


    Simr to his tactical approach, Aldrich patiently led the yers in understanding why he chose this strategy and the effects it could have. Only when they grasped it could they truly implement his tactical philosophy.


    "We are undoubtedly more fatigued than Chelsea. There''s no point in denying it. Just two days ago, we yed a fierce match, and you performed magnificently. If you''re looking to replicate that performance today, it''s simply impossible in terms of physical exertion. Don''t think I''m trying to bring you down; I''m just stating facts. I don''t want you to feel pressured or force yourselves; that could lead to injuries. There are countless teams capable of attacking, and our tactical system is already mature; you''ve practiced our attacking strategies. But I expect to see a more mature side from you today, a moreposed team overall!"


    Upon hearing this, the yers grew curious. Nedved asked, "Boss, how do we go about that?"


    Being more mature means bing better, and who doesn''t aspire to improve?


    Aldrich replied calmly, "A team that can attack is not scary; what''s scary is a team that has the freedom to attack but chooses to be patient. What I mean is, we want to control the game from a broader perspective, not just chase after momentary bursts of energy. That''s dominance! When we are in peak physical condition, we can pressure our opponents for the entire match. But when weck that advantage? We still have to win��and make our opponents despair. You might think my tactical arrangements this morning were overly cautious, but I don''t see it that way. It''s high time you understood what a true top team is. We can''t rely solely on raw energy to win, or on explosive ys. What constitutes a true powerhouse? It''s a team that excels in good form and wins beautifully, but also manages to secure victories even when ying poorly! That''s genuine strength��power that instills fear and despair in all opponents, a strength that can still triumph even from a disadvantaged position!"


    In the locker room, every yer felt a jolt.


    Looking at Aldrich''s resolute expression, they felt a mix of disbelief and awe, a peculiar sensation surging within them.


    When in form, winning beautifully is splendid; even when out of sorts, they still need to secure the win.


    What kind of strong yer would anyone want to be?


    There was no need to delude themselves into thinking that every game would feature them at their best; yer performances fluctuate due to physical states or personal matters��there are countless reasons for being off form.


    However, winning even when not in peak condition would certainly make them more refined and dominant on the field.


    "Today, you must y with this kind of dominance, and I firmly believe you can achieve it."


    Having said this, Aldrich turned and left the locker room.

 Chapter 223: face your mortal enemy and go all out!

    <h4>Chapter 223: face your mortal enemy and go all out!</h4>


    The stands at Wembley were buzzing with excitement, a sea of gs filling the view. Fans waved banners emzoned with the crests of Chelsea and Millwall. Compared to Millwall supporters'' rxed and confident demeanor, the Chelsea fans appeared more anxious and filled with fighting spirit!


    In the past, fans faced a disadvantage in their private rivalries, but in terms of club sess, they always had the upper hand over Millwall.. But who could have predicted that since the summer of ''94, Millwall would storm to the Premier League in just a year, Last year, they clinched two trophies and a runner-up finish, and this year, they were on a roll, having already secured the league title and added European honors to their collection. Regardless of how it unfolded, Millwall''s season was destined for glory; it was just a matter of how high they would soar.


    Both managers stepped onto the field. Ruud Gullit had shaved his beard, his face now looking remarkably youthful, like a handsome young man. Aldrich approached the sidelines first and exchanged congrattions with Gullit over Millwall''s double triumph, graciously epting the praise.


    Cameras were focused on Aldrich, and thementator couldn''t contain their excitement.


    "He''s here! The new generation''s coaching genius of Ennd! Undoubtedly a talent! Within just two years, he has transformed Millwall''s trophy cab from empty to gleaming gold. Congrattions, European Champion coach!"


    When Aldrich made his entrance, the stands erupted. Chelsea fans fell silent, watching with cold indifference, while Millwall supporters whistled, pped, and cheered, holding up various pre-made posters in his honor.


    For a club like Millwall, which had gone a century without des, achieving a full set of domestic honors and even European glory in just two years had turned Aldrich into a "god" in the eyes of the fans.


    Consequently, many in the Wembley stands were holding signs proiming "Aldrich - Legend," expressing their reverence for the young manager.


    Today, there was also a stunning sight among the crowd; dozens of girls in their twenties had gathered, each with different signs professing their love. The cameras captured the moment, and thementator couldn''t help but chuckle.


    "Aldrich, go out with me!


    I''m prettier than Mnie!


    I cook, you won''t be able to leave me!


    I''m skilled in design, I''ll make you even more handsome!


    I''m an older sister who''ll show you what true tenderness is!


    ...


    Aldrich, I''m starting to envy you!"


    This group of charming girls, each unique in their beauty, donned Millwall jerseys and swayed joyfully,pletely unbothered by the surprised nces from onlookers.


    Aldrich, oblivious to the spectacle, couldn''t possibly take in everything from such a vast Wembley stadium. Besides, the stands were dazzling, and he remained seated on the bench, waiting for the match to begin.


    "The yers are on the field. Although Chelsea is wearing their home kit, the popr team today is, without a doubt, the defending champions, Millwall. Just two days ago, they yed a peak-level match in the Nethends, so their stamina could be a concern. As expected, Gullit made adjustments to his starting lineup. Goalkeeper: Bouet; Defenders: Schneider, El Guerra, Southgate, Zambrotta; Midfielders: Back, Makelele, Nedved; Forwards: Gronkjaer, Van Nistelrooy, Larsson. Chelsea produced a ssic match during their progression this season,ing back to beat Liverpool after being two goals down. Even though Chelsea, with their Italian trio, isn''t expected to win today, they certainly won''t be without a chance. Starting goalkeeper: Grodaz; Defenders: rke, Sinir, Leboeuf, Minto; Midfielders: Petrescu, Di Matteo, Burley, Wise; Forwards: Z paired with Hughes. Rumors suggest a rift between Chelsea manager Gullit and Vialli. It seems true; Vialli still sits on the bench today, while Z shines once again at Stamford Bridge."


    Aldrich had left out the U21 yers who had yed in the European Cup Winners'' Final two days prior, including Capdev, Pirlo, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko.


    Aside from protecting the yers, the move aimed to inject more energy into the lineup.


    Z had already proven himself at Stamford Bridge, even winning over the English fans. Just three months ago, at this very venue, Z helped Italy score ate winner against Ennd, leaving the whole of Wembley silent after his goal.


    Di Matteo was the source of creativity in midfield, while Wise, although a spiritual leader,cked the necessary skill.


    Gullit''s strategy today was "us first," with Di Matteo holding the center while utilizing smaller yers like Wise on the wings for quick impacts. Petrescu, usually a fullback, was utilized as a wing forward due to his strong crossing abilities.


    After the pre-match formalities, both teams lined up ording to their formations. Millwall''s yers let out a fierce roar, which ignited cheers from the stands.


    Lion fans were bursting with pride.


    Just look at our yers, each full of energy and fighting spirit!


    Once the match began, Gullit stood throughout, while Aldrich remained seated. The two young managers were no strangers to one another; Aldrich had already bested Gullit on numerous asions, with a rather dismal track record against him.


    Aldridgepletely inherited the tradition of British football: face your mortal enemy and go all out!


    West Ham and Chelsea were teams Aldrich always approached with a mindset of not just avoiding defeat but absolutely needing to win!


    Millwall was deploying their favored 4-2-3-1 formation today, with Makelele and Back anchoring the midfield, effectively restricting Di Matteo''s ability to create and prate. Wise and Petrescu may not be typical wingers, but they often shifted inside or overhead when receiving the ball. Millwall''s defense was consciouslypact, squeezing the space for Chelsea''s forwards to operate.


    Chelsea struck first with an attack, but Wise''s cross sailed over the end line. Millwall quickly switched to offense, and Chelsea had no time to ck, immediately resorting to a full retreat.


    However, once they made it back to their half, doubts crept in: What''s Millwall up to? Are they really out of steam?


    Bouet''s goal kick was leisurely, seemingly waiting for Chelsea''s yers to be fully back in position before he finally passed to Southgate.


    Millwall maintained apact structure without pushing forward. Nedved led the front three, positioned right around the halfway line, directly marking Chelsea''s attacking yers for defense.


    Millwall still managed to distribute the ball quickly, though most forward passes were scarce. Just as the ball made it forward, they often opted for a back pass instead.


    Gullit crossed his arms, looking puzzled.


    Gullit crossed his arms, his face filled with confusion. Could it be that they really partied hard after winning the championship and now have no energy to run today?


    In the past, Millwall was decisive in prating defenses, but today they consciously employed quick distribution to stretch Chelsea''s defense.


    After two quick horizontal passes, the tension in Chelsea''s backline finally revealed some space on the right side. At that moment, Nedved back-passed to Back, who delivered a diagonal ball towards the right nk. Gronkjaer made a rapid run, and upon receiving the ball, headed straight into the vacant area on the right.


    Minto turned to chase but evidently couldn''t keep up with Gronkjaer''s speed. As Gronkjaer cut in towards the baseline, his pass aimed for Van Nistelrooy lurking at the center, but the ball was intercepted midway by Leboeuf, thwarting the attack.


    It was a near-sessful offensive y, yet Gullit frowned deeply.


    Millwall had sent four yers forward, causing Chelsea to scramble back in a panic.


    Gronkjaer, Van Nistelrooy, and Larsson did not rush the back post. Instead, they looked for opportunities outside the area, with Nedved lying in wait behind Van Nistelrooy. Chelsea had retreated back into their half.


    What was Millwall up to?


    Did they think they could win by individual efforts?


    Gullit had no clear answer but realized his team''s offense was bogged down.


    When Millwall attack aggressively, there are inevitably weaknesses in their defense. Against a team with outstanding individual talent, they are vulnerable to counterattacks and the goal area can quickly be filled with danger. Gullit''s hopes are pinned on Z, hoping that he can seize the opportunity.


    But Chelsea was struggling to control midfield, obstructing effective central progression.


    Di Matteo fell victim to Back''s pressure for the second time, leading to a turnover; the first was due to a misced pass, and the second was a sessful steal from Makelele.


    Each time Millwall transitioned from defense to attack, Chelsea''s yers immediately sprinted back. They dared not pressure too high, fearing being overwhelmed and leaving their backline exposed, especially with Millwall''s ability to exploit numerical advantages��a true disaster waiting to happen.


    Yet today, as they adhered strictly to Gullit''s defensive tactics, they noticed that Millwall wasn''t rushing their offense.


    They maintained solid control of the midfield with two wide midfielders, full-backs, a pair of central midfielders, and an attacking midfielder, establishing a strong advantage. The ball rolled back and forth, with wingers positioning themselves right by the touchline, nearly having one foot out of y and the other in. As Chelsea yers moved in to pressure, they had to align with the sideline too. But Millwall didn''t y around with wide breakthroughs; instead, they focused on long passes to switch the y, effectively using the pitch''s width tounch their offensives.


    This pendulum-like horizontal maneuvering stretched Chelsea''s defensive line to its limits. When even one point disconnected from the line, vulnerabilities emerged.


    Millwall wasn''t disying an overwhelming intensity but ratherfortably controlled the pace of the match.


    Chelsea, filled with fervor to reim a championship, found themselves powerless, dazed by Millwall''s frequent shifts.


    Their urgency turned into rising impatience, leading to increasing defensive gaps.


    Makelele received a pass from El Guerra, sending it left towards Zambrotta, who made an ovepping run. After receiving the ball, Zambrotta delivered a direct pass to Larsson, who found himself besieged between Burley and rke, yet skillfully controlled the ball with his back. In a deft flick, he sent it into space behind him.


    Both rke and Burley were caught off guard; the area was Larsson''s territory, and Zambrotta had not surged forward. Whom was the ball aimed for?


    Nedved!


    The Czech yer advanced into the spaces Larsson frequently upied, suddenly bursting into action. After collecting the ball, he drove down the baseline, sweeping it across the front of the goal.


    Chelsea''s defense was in disarray; Nedved had outrun them using his speed, facing his own. The defenders hesitated, unwilling to make risky tackles, as Gronkjaer charging in at the back post prepared for the shot. Leboeuf slid across to block the attempt but couldn''t clear it in time. Momentster, a Dutchman in white, Sinir, saw the imminent follow-up shot and rushed to stop it.


    However, the crafty Dutchman just yed a clever trick. He coolly dribbled to the side and then, with a quick flick of his foot, sent the ball toward the goal. The ball lifted off the ground; although it wasn''t powerful, it had an incredibly sneaky angle that found its way into the!


    "Van Nistelrooy opens the scoring for Millwall! What a stunning goal! He remained so calm under pressure in front of the goal, executing a simple yet effective move. If he had shot straightaway, it could have been blocked, but he fooled Sinir, smoothly slipping the ball into the. Chelsea is down a goal; they''ve fought hard today but are up against an extraordinary Millwall��patient and utilizing a simple yet effective style! Aldrich and his yers are close to the treble!"

 Chapter 224: Championship Within Reach

    <h4>Chapter 224: Championship Within Reach</h4>


    In the twenty-third minute of the first half, Chelsea conceded a goal.


    Van Nistelrooy, beaming with enthusiasm, dashed over to the corner g to acknowledge the fans. It was a rare opportunity for him to start in such an important match, and scoring a goal made him absolutely jubnt.


    Chelsea''s yers, however, walked back with grim faces, ready to kick off as soon as the opponent finished celebrating.


    The Chelsea fans in the stands fell silent, as if they had just received a heavy blow.


    Meanwhile, the Lions'' supporters were roaring with excitement.


    "Chelsea,e thank us, the Lions! We''ve just handed you a ticket to Europeanpetition! Hahaha!"


    Indeed, it was true. Millwall had secured the league title, and regardless of whether Chelsea won the FA Cup or not, they would end up with a spot in the European Cup Winners'' Cup.


    After the goal, Aldrich stood up from his seat, smiling and apuding. Once he sat down, he turned to Jensen and said, "Pavel and Henrik are both clever yers. Henrik''s ymaking skills have finally started to yield results after three years of development, and Pavel''s threats to the goal are bing more pronounced. It''s hard to define his role on the pitch; while he starts as an attacking midfielder, he covers the entire front line. He has a lethal scoring ability, and we need to further explore that potential."


    Jensen chuckled in response, "He''s already scored a bunch of goals this season; what more do you want from him?"


    Aldrich shook his head. "Most of his goals this season havee fromte runs or second-strike opportunities. In the future, he needs to get closer to the goal and be more direct in taking chances!"


    Jensen raised an eyebrow and said, "I genuinely hope he stays here for a long time."


    Aldrich''s expression froze for a moment, then he smiled bitterly. "Let''s not talk about that today. It can sour the mood."


    After conceding, Chelsea gathered themselves andunched a period of dominance in the first half. However, Millwall''s defense excelled at neutralizing threats in and around the area.


    As the first half neared its end, Millwall mounted a wave of strong attacks. Yet, Chelsea stood firm. After conceding, they became even more focused on defense, with only Larsson''s shot from outside the boxing close to causing trouble.


    At halftime, the score stood at 0-1 in favor of Millwall, who wore the home colors in name, thus their position on the field seemed more dominant.


    During the break, Aldrichid out tactical instructions and urged his yers to maintain their concentration.


    As the second halfmenced, both sides returned to battle.


    The songs from Millwall''s supporters echoed in the stands. This time, they were singing a lively tune of their own creation instead of the usual rock anthem.


    As the song reached its climax, all Millwall fans cheered in unison: "Millwall, charge, charge, charge!"


    Their chants reverberated through the stadium, like the roar of a lion echoing through the wilderness.


    Gullit, the head coach, was not necessarily extraordinary; hecked many brilliant tactics. Problems didn''t arise when the team was cruising along. But the true test of any team and coaches in adversity.


    In the first ten minutes of the second half, Chelsea''s disadvantages became increasingly clear. They fought harder, but yers were mismatched in synergy��some yed aggressively and quickly, while others were more cautious and slow, leading to frequent errors in their coordination.


    As for Millwall?


    They operated like a finely-tuned machine, all yers synchronized in their rhythm. Although their attacking y wasn''t ferocious, their ability to seize opportunities through keeping control was fully demonstrated.


    The busiest person on the field at this time is their spiritual leader Wise. At this time, he was sweating profusely and instinctively rushed to the ball, running tirelessly.


    Perhaps among this group of yers, his sense of belonging to the team was the strongest.


    Twenty-six years!


    It''s been twenty-six years since Chelseast won a significant championship!


    Today was supposed to be the moment to end that streak.


    They couldn''t lose.


    They couldn''t afford to lose.


    They just couldn''t lose!


    Wise watched as Gronkjaer received the ball with his back to him, and driven by an urgent desire to equalize, he lunged in for a tackle, leaving his feet!


    The moment Gronkjaer received the ball, he noticed Wise''s tackleing. Shocked, he quickly dodged, losing his bnce and tumbling to the ground,nding right on top of Wise and the ball.


    Wise jumped up immediately, eager to reim the ball, but with the ball trapped beneath Gronkjaer, he aimed his foot to kick it...


    "Fuck! Is this how you y football?!"


    Aldrich, who was sipping water from a bottle, witnessed the scene and hurled the bottle aside before storming toward the fourth official in a rage.


    He had seen Neil suffer a serious injury from a tackle, so he was extremely sensitive to such reckless challenges. Unlike many top defenders, who were masters of the tackle, some yers, in the heat of the moment, behaved recklessly, not intending harm but potentially leading to irreparable consequences!


    The referee blew the whistle to stop the game, while Aldrich yelled at the officiating crew, "This is the FA Cup final! This represents the image of English football! If you can''t control the match and make fair decisions, then you''re the one in the wrong �� a disgrace to English football!"


    Though his words might have irritated the officials, they were valid.


    Before the Premier League was established, the FA Cup held more significance than the Second Division!


    Gronkjaer, having just stood up, found himself back on the ground. He ced his hands on the grass behind him, ncing helplessly at his left leg.


    There were three gashes, with blood trickling down his calf, staining his white socks.


    From his expression, it seemed to only be surface wounds, scratched by Wise''s studs. Luckily, he had dodged in time; otherwise, who knew if Millwall would have another yer suffering a severe injury this year!


    Wise hurriedly exined to the referee that his intentions were not to harm. Just as he took a couple of steps away, Southgate charged over, angrily pointing at him while turning to pressure the main referee.


    Before the other Chelsea yers could reach, the referee had already shown Wise a red card!


    The key was his follow-up action, which was too reckless. Gronkjaer had stumbled and fallen on the ball while Wise also fell, but then he stood up and kicked toward Gronkjaer''s body, a moment that left him with no choice but to leave the field �� hisposure had clearly slipped.


    Millwall''s team doctor rushed over to attend to Gronkjaer''s wounds. Although the doctor had the authority to advise, Gronkjaer insisted on continuing to y.


    This was a rare start in the final; he didn''t want to be substituted early.


    Gullit and the Chelsea yers confronted the officials, while Aldrich stood at mid-field with his arms crossed, coldly observing. Only when he saw Gronkjaer getting back up without signs of struggling did Aldrich return to his bench.


    In the box, Bates seethed, grinding his teeth as he shouted angrily at Arthur, "Did you guys bribe the referee?!"


    Arthur exploded in return, "You lot are the dirty ones and yet you''re looking for excuses?"


    ...


    Once the storm subsided, the match resumed. Gullit substituted Viali for Hughes, shifting the team formation to a 4-4-1.


    With less than half an hour left in the match, facing a deficit and a yer down, Chelsea had no choice but to go all out.


    Using wingers as forwards, turning full-backs into wingers, and with Di Matteo being effectively contained today, Chelsea''s counterattack relied solely on the performance of their nks.


    Facing a relentless siege, Millwall was no stranger.


    They were battle-hardened, especially after having endured a furious assault from Barcelona just two days prior, when they faced about eight attacking yers crossing the halfway line. If they could withstand that pressure, Chelsea simply had no chance against them in terms of individual skill and teamwork. As long as Millwall kept a calm mindset and avoided mistakes, they wouldn''t give their opponents any opportunities.


    Z, receiving the ball on the nk, attempted to bypass Zambrotta. Zambrotta blocked his path, but the nimble Z slipped by. Just as he evaded Zambrotta, Southgate rushed in for the tackle and intercepted the ball. Z collided with Southgate and fell to the ground, with the entire Chelsea crowd rising to demand a penalty!


    The referee ignored them, even raising his hand toward Z, signaling him to get up.


    The Lions'' fans werepletely unimpressed: that short guy ran into Southgate all by himself, and the ball was already taken away by Southgate. If this was a penalty, our forwards would be winning them every time they entered the box.


    After Southgate intercepted the ball, he passed it to Elgera, who calmly distributed it to Schneider on the right nk.


    Schneiderunched a long pass forward, catching Chelsea''s defense off guard. Formerly a midfielder, Schneider had now taken over the right-back position after Thuram''s departure. While his defensive skills couldn''tpare to Thuram''s, his ability to initiate attacks, especially in transition, was extraordinary.


    As the ball crossed the halfway line, Van Nistelrooy controlled it and passed it to the speeding Gronkjaer cutting in from the nk.


    Chelsea''s defense, now left with only Leboeuf and Sinir, immediately sounded the rm.


    Leboeuf consciously retreated to block Gronkjaer''s path.


    However, surprisingly, instead of charging forward, Gronkjaer cut inside diagonally to the center and brought the ball all the way to the left side.


    Sinir watched Van Nistelrooy cautiously step back while also keeping an eye on Larsson.


    Larsson, having sprinted from the left nk to the right, timed his run perfectly as Gronkjaer approached the left side of the penalty area. Sinir hesitated and chose to pressure Gronkjaer instead of Van Nistelrooy, allowing Leboeuf to follow suit and shadow Van Nistelrooy.


    When Larsson made his run into the box from behind Van Nistelrooy, Leboeuf hesitated. Just then, the ball arced beautifully over the heads of the defenders from the left side.


    Larsson, anticipating the ball''s arrival, executed a stunning volley without waiting for it to hit the ground!


    The goalkeeper didn''t stand a chance as the ball flew cleanly into the far corner of the!


    "Millwall doubles their lead! Larsson, the super striker, scoring his 52nd goal of the season! Just two days ago, heted twice in the Nethends to help secure the trophy, and today he''s scored again. He''s a big-stage yer! Millwall''s leading scorer is having a dream season!"


    Unlike typical goal celebrations, Larsson slowed down after his shot, walking with an odd gait, limping slightly.


    Van Nistelrooy and Gronkjaer, the two closest yers to him, rushed over and noticed that Larsson regretfully smiled and gestured to Aldrich to sub him out.


    "Oh no, Larsson''s injured! He''s Millwall''s yer with the most appearances this season; it''s understandable that his body couldn''t hold up until the end. Let''s hope it''s not serious," Aldridge looked a little ugly and thought: He is too obsessed with getting Larson to increase the number of goals...


    All Millwall''s fans rose to their feet, apuding while chanting the title of Europe''s top scorer in unison.


    Aldrich walked up to the substitute bench, ready to decide who should take Larsson''s ce.


    As he nced at the substitute forwards, Aldrich couldn''t help but smile.


    Trezeguet was absent from the squad due to national team duties for the U-20 World Cup this summer.


    Shevchenko was sitting on the bench, able to y as either a midfielder or forward.


    Neither Tony nor Phillips made the squad either.


    But there was one forward whom Aldrich initially intended to sit on the bench just to let him feel the atmosphere.


    However, as fate would have it, with the score now at 2-0 and his team up a man, Aldrich decided it was time to let this yer truly experience the game.


    He approached the youthful-looking guy with a noticeable big toothy grin and said with a smile, "Ronaldinho, it''s time to warm up."

 Chapter 225: Passionate and Joyful

    <h4>Chapter 225: Passionate and Joyful</h4>


    At just 17 years old, Ronaldinho found out on the morning of the final that he had made the team roster. Although it was just the substitute list, he was thrilled because this was his first appearance in the first-team lineup. Even sitting on the bench excited him beyond belief.


    Though he was a key yer for the youth team, he had little presence in the first team.


    Sitting upright on the bench, young Ronaldinho resembled a soldier on standby,pletely focused. His gaze flicked between the match and Aldrich, waiting eagerly.


    "Boss, when will it be my turn?"


    He waited and waited, watching keenly.


    Van Nistelrooy scored, putting the team in the lead. Wise received a red card and left the pitch, and the remarkable veteran Larsson scored again...


    Ronaldinho''s anticipation began to fade into a sense of disappointment as time passed.


    Just then, Aldrich approached him, instructing him to warm up. Ronaldinho felt as though he had heard the most beautiful sound in the world. Instantly revitalized, he leaped off the bench and began his warm-up exercises on the sidelines.


    At the same time, Aldrich ordered Lampard and Gattuso to warm up as well.


    Larsson was walking back around the field, apanied by the team doctor. Aldrich stepped forward and said to Larsson, "You need a break today; you''ve already pushed your limits."


    With yers older than himself, Aldrich always spoke in a friendly tone. Only when addressing younger yers did he adopt a slightly more authoritative stance.


    Larsson had a thigh strain, but it wasn''t serious. With a breaking up and no national team duties, the injury wouldn''t impact next season much.


    "Boss, thanks for not leaving me on the bench."


    After smiling and saying this, Larsson returned to his seat, where a team doctor began massaging his thigh. Given Millwall''s current lead, there was no doubt they would win the match. Larsson figured he wouldn''t leave just yet, as a trophy presentation awaited themter.


    Aldrich said nothing further; both he and Larsson understood each other without words.


    This season was crucial for Larsson, who was pushing for a goal-scoring record. His teammates were supporting him, and if he missed out on this opportunity, it would likely be a lifelong regret.


    As the three yers finished warming up, Aldrich stood by the sidelines preparing to make a substitution. Benitez and Jensen were assigning in-game roles to Gattuso and Lampard, while Aldrich called Ronaldinho over.


    "Nervous?" Aldrich asked with a smile.


    Ronaldinho looked around the field, observing the yers. Shaking his head, he replied, "Not really. I''ve always wanted to y alongside them."


    Aldrich nced at the yers on the field. Millwall featured talents like Nedved, Makelele, and Southgate, giving younger yers a psychological boost. This was his usual method for nurturing neers after stabilizing the team''s structure��strong guiding the weak. Although Nedved and the others weren''t exactly old, their strength was undeniable.


    "Do you recall your defensive duties?"


    "Sure!"


    "And when we''re on the attack, where do you need to show up?"


    "I understand!"


    Aldrich smiled as he gently squeezed Ronaldinho''s shoulder. "Just enjoy the atmosphere today, don''t overthink it."


    Ronaldinho nodded and, at Aldrich''s cue, headed toward the fourth official. But halfway there, he turned back.


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was having second thoughts.


    Instead, Ronaldinho approached him with a serious demeanor. "Boss, if I score, will you celebrate with me?"


    Aldrich chuckled, thinking the kid was overthinking it. "Sure, I''ll celebrate, but you can''t just focus on scoring."


    "I know, I know, but scoring is part of my job in this position. If I score, I''lle find you to celebrate."


    Aldridge was a little helpless. He put his hands on Ronaldinho''s shoulders, turned him around and pushed him toward the fourth official. "Stop wasting time ande on."


    He, along with Lampard and Gattuso, were substituted in.


    Ronaldinho reced Larsson on the left wing, while Lampard and Gattuso took over for Back and Makelele.


    Once on the pitch, Chelsea''s counterattacks surged forward. Gattuso and Lampard swept across the defensive front, while Ronaldinho participated defensively alongside Zambrotta on the left nk.


    With even numbers, Millwall''s defense was nearly wless, forcing the attacking team tomit more yers forward. In one-on-one situations, they rarely had an advantage.


    This kind of counterattack was risky, relying on momentum and a period of intensive pressure to create chances. If they couldn''t quickly score, attacking yers would lose heart, opening up more defensive gaps.


    As the clock ticked down, Chelsea struggled to attack. Being a man down, they had to work harder, and in thest three minutes, they were running on empty.


    Di Matteo took a desperate long shot next to Lampard, but it was right at Butt, who confidently gathered the ball.


    Despair filled the hearts of Chelsea yers and fans alike, and at that moment, Butt surged forward, throwing the ball to the left side near the center circle.


    Chelsea defenders paid little attention to Ronaldinho, the neer. As they shifted from offense to defense, their focus was on stars like Nedved and Gronkjaer, with Van Nistelrooy tightly marked by Leboeuf.


    Ronaldinho received the ball near the center circle on the left nk, with only one defender, rk, in front of him.


    rk seemed intent on pressuring Ronaldinho to win the ball back andunch a quick counterattack.


    With his back to the defender, Ronaldinho controlled the ball and began to twist his body to the right. In response, rk reached out his foot to attempt a steal.


    But Ronaldinho swiftly changed direction halfway through, switching to the left and slipping past rk, then surged forward at full speed!


    The path ahead was clear as Ronaldinhounched into a long, determined run.


    In a sprintingpetition, he might not win first ce among Millwall yers, but he''d definitely be in the top five. However, under ball control, he was the fastest in the squad, thanks to his exceptional touch and technical skills.


    Leboeuf stuck closely to Van Nistelrooy''s movement, while Nedved began to sprint forward. Sinir, not wanting to take any chances, also chased after Nedved.


    Meanwhile, Ronaldinho was crossing the halfway line on his own, charging forward without anyone to stop him.


    With only two center-backs remaining, they likely deemed Van Nistelrooy and Nedved as more significant threats. The unassuming young Ronaldinho was assumed to be there just to support the "big brothers."


    As Ronaldinho approached the penalty area at high speed, remarkably, no one stepped up to challenge him!


    Aldrich stood up from his seat and walked to the sidelines, lookingpletely astonished.


    "Damn, no way?! What''s going on here?"


    Once Ronaldinho entered the box, Sinir finally abandoned Nedved and rushed to close him down, realizing Ronaldinho was not looking to pass!


    Sinir movedterally, but Ronaldinho skillfully executed a feint and slid the ball past him. The fluidity of his motion was impressive; by the time Sinir shifted his body, he lost his footing and slipped right in front of Ronaldinho.


    After making theteral pass, Ronaldinho found a clear shooting angle and took the shot without hesitation.


    With a clean strike, he sent the ball into the near corner of the, leaving the goalkeeper helpless!


    "Goal! He''s scored! Who is that? Who is this kid? Starting from midfield, he dribbled past rk, then fooled Sinir in the box and finished it! Who is this yer? Millwall has another genius rising? It''s Ronaldinho! Let''s remember this name, because this is his debut in the first team and he just scored in the FA Cup final! Aldrich-Hall is going crazy, but that''s exactly what football is about! What a beautiful goal to behold! It''s Ronaldinho''s moment, and we should celebrate!"


    The stands erupted in cheers. Even though Millwall''s football philosophy emphasized teamwork, fans could never resist the thrill of an individual disy. The passion was palpable.


    Millwall fans shouted and whistled, celebrating the goal.


    Some diehard supporters gleefully shouted to theirpanions, "That''s Ronaldinho! I''ve known about him for ages. He''s the brightest talent from the Leo Academy! Joe Cole can''t hold a candle to him! I always knew this day woulde. He''ll be one of our top stars!"


    The entire Millwall coaching staff and yers flocked to the sidelines, both to celebrate post-match and to process Ronaldinho''s incredible goal.


    After witnessing the goal, Aldrich could hardly contain his happiness. "Did you see that? Did you see that?" he asked his coaching staff excitedly.


    Although the goal showcased Ronaldinho''s individual brilliance, it was partly due to Van Nistelrooy and Nedved creating space for him while the opposing defenders underestimated him.


    Regardless, Ronaldinho had scored on his debut in an FA Cup final. Even as a mere embellishment, it was more than enough to excite him.


    He dashed to the sidelines, bursting with joy. "Boss, I scored! Let''s celebrate together!"


    Aldrich pped, beaming. "Well done!"


    Ronaldinho shook his head vigorously. "No, no, no! Come dance with me! I promised myself I''d have you dancing on the sidelines with me!"


    Aldrich was taken aback, but Ronaldinho called out again, "You''re not going back on your word, are you?"


    The surrounding coaches and yers watched with anticipation, urging Aldrich on.


    With a resigned nod, Aldrich acquiesced, stepping back as Ronaldinho approached him, and together they began to dance the samba, both smiling widely.


    After performing a yful 360-degree spin and trailing their right hands through the air, the two embraced.


    The crowd in Wembley Stadium erupted in apuse, with the Lions'' fans standing and cheering. Millwall''s gs waved on the stands like rippling waves.


    Fans witnessed Aldrich and Ronaldinho dancing the samba, bringing sheer joy to their faces, as the happiness radiated from the spectacle.


    Under Aldrich''s leadership, Millwall was never short on passion, and now it was enriched with joy.


    Chelsea yers and fans, however, could only watch in disbelief as their rivals celebrated without restraint, envy flickering in their eyes.


    Thementator, moved by the scene, excitedly praised Millwall''s football and team spirit.


    As Aldrich released Ronaldinho, he made the sign of the cross over his chest and pointed toward the sky.


    Teammates rushed over to congratte him on his goal and exchanged hugs.


    Four minutes of stoppage time remained, but the game didn''t restart immediately.


    Sinir had injured himself while defending Ronaldinho, slipping and straining his thigh in the process.


    Chelsea really tried their best in this game, but in the end they not only lost the game, but also had yers injured.


    After Chelsea conceded the third goal, Bates angrily left his box, while Arthur joyfully danced inside, his jovial nature shining through.


    Chelsea couldn''t turn the game around, letting Millwall control the ball and waste time with passes in the final four minutes.


    As the referee blew the final whistle, Southgate kicked the ball skyward, roaring in exhration as all Millwall yers pumped their fists and shouted triumphantly.


    "Treble winners!"

 Chapter 226: indispensable things in life

    <h4>Chapter 226: indispensable things in life</h4>


    The 1996-1997 FA Cup final concluded with Chelsea suffering a 0-3 defeat against defending champions Millwall. Congrattions to Millwall on securing their third trophy of the season, making them the first English football club in history to achieve a treble of league, FA Cup, and European Champions in a single season. Young coach Aldrich Hall etched his name into history, establishing Millwall as a force to be reckoned with in English football. How long can their gloryst? We shall see!


    As the coaches and yers flooded the pitch in celebration, Aldrich turned to Gullit, who greeted him with a stoic expression. After shaking hands, they parted ways.


    Most Chelsea fans had already left the stands, while the sound of The Lions'' supporters singing echoed throughout Wembley, celebrating their incredible achievement.


    Aldrich made his way onto the pitch and embraced each yer in turn.


    Perhaps it was the excitement they had felt just two days prior in the Nethends, having just imed the championship. Today, however, the yers appeared moreposed, quickly returning to normal after the victory, smiling and celebrating together as they acknowledged the fans in the stands.


    Chelsea yers sat scattered and dejected on the ground, gazing solemnly at their rivals.


    The award ceremonymenced shortly after, with Chelsea''s yers forming a line to watch as the Millwall team ascended to the royal box, eager to im their trophies. Aldrich lingered at the back, high-fiving fans lining the tunnel and soaking in the cheers.


    Wiseman held Aldridge''s hand and said with a smile on his face: "I didn''t expect to see you here after a year! Hahaha."


    Aldridge smiled and teased: "Are you starting to get tired of me?"


    Wiseman leaned in closer and whispered, "Millwall has been fantastic. Your contribution to English football this year is significant. Keep it up next season, Aldrich; I really like your team."


    His heartfelt deration came from a ce of sincerity.


    Millwall''s use of Wembley Stadium brought in revenue for the FA, and their impressive performance in Europeanpetition added to Ennd''s prestige. With UEFA now implementing a points system for Europeanpetitions, Millwall''spetitiveness would increasingly be tied to their status in the Premier League.


    Seizing the moment, the two engaged in a lengthy conversation.


    Amid praises, Wiseman expressed his hope, "Millwall''s youth training is outstanding��could we see more English yers developed in the future?"


    In just three years, Aldrich had transformed Millwall from a lower-tier team into Premier League champions. His coaching prowess was no longer merely about winning a few games; he had a record of honor to prove it. Apart from their first year in League One, they had secured five significant trophies over the next two years, an achievement many coaches could only dream of.


    However, Millwall''s neglect of homegrown talent had also drawn criticism.


    The ratio of English yers in the first team was appallingly low. Apart from Gareth Southgate, who was a staple starter, other yers like Phillips, Lampard, Ferdinand, and Mills had no guaranteed starting positions. A yer named Richards had also stepped away from his ying role.


    Aldridge faces his own difficulties. Attracting high-quality English yers has been very difficult over the past two years due to the Bosman Act. They now have the ability to attract domestic stars, but financial pressures andpetition for starting spots have recently deterred him from seeking out established stars.


    "Millwall''s youth training is still developing, and cultivating English yers is one of our goals. Soon, we will have more talented British yers." Aldridge said diplomatically to Wiseman. His answer is not entirely official, after all Ashley Cole and his brother in the youth team have be key to Millwall''s future ns.


    While speaking in front of FA officials, Aldrich didn''t see any issue with saying things that pleased them. Wiseman seemed delighted and then went on to present the awards.


    Southgate called over Larsson, smiling, "Come on, lift the trophy!"


    As the team''s third captain, Larsson was certainly eligible to lift it. In the penultimate league match, Nedved had held the trophy. In the Nethends, it had been Southgate, and for the grand finale, this honor was rightfully bestowed upon Larsson, the team''s top scorer with 52 goals this season.


    Although he scored a lot of goals, he only ounted for 30% of the team''s total goals throughout the season. Millwall''s offensive strength in allpetitions this year has been fully utilized, which isrgely due to their perfect offensive system. The retreat in the ymaking zonebined with the sharp running of the wingers made their offense almost impossible to defend. Nedv��d has also had a number of assists and goals this season, while the front three have scored abined 97 goals in allpetitions. Coupled with goals from other yers, Millwall''s dazzling attack captivated the English team and won them recognition across Europe!


    As Larsson took the trophy from Wiseman, his eyes welled up with tears. He nced at Nedved on his left, then looked to Southgate on his right, scanning each teammate until his gazended on Aldrich at the far left, who met him with a charming smile and encouraging eyes.


    Larsson knew how much his teammates had contributed to his sess toward the end of the season; without them, he wouldn''t have scored so many goals.


    "Guys, thank you! Thank you! Millwall, we''re champions!"


    With a thunderous roar, Larsson lifted the FA Cup trophy high, prompting the entire Millwall team to raise their fists and shout at the sky.


    "We''re champions! Treble winners!"


    After the trophy lift, the yers moved down from the podium while Aldrich lingered at the back. The camera followed him as he walked down the tunnel, where Mnie waved her arms excitedly.


    "Aldrich! Aldrich!"


    Turning around, Aldrich saw Mnie standing beside Victoria and Beckham. He quickly embraced Mnie, sharing a passionate kiss.


    The first treble winners in English history��a full season of effort was not in vain, and the joy of harvesting their rewards overwhelmed him.


    This was undoubtedly a defining season for him!


    Yet football is an ever-pressing sport; he knew he couldn''t growcent or stop pursuing victory. He couldn''t rest on hisurels, but at that moment, he deserved to take a breather and relish it!


    As the celebration stage was being set up, the yers returned to the locker room to change.


    For today, they had prepared specialmemorative shirts for their triumph.


    As Aldrich left the pitch, the families and girlfriends of yers gathered on the field, with a few young children standing on the pitch in mini versions of their fathers'' jerseys. Aldrich''s expression softened, lost in the moment.


    Over 35,000 fans filled the stands, all die-hard supporters of The Lions, eager to witness the celebrations that would soon follow.


    "Aldrich! Aldrich! Aldrich!"


    A deafening cheer erupted throughout Wembley as fans tirelessly chanted Aldrich''s name, expressing their deep admiration and affection for him.


    Aldrich raised his hands overhead in appreciation and walked back into the yers'' tunnel.


    Club CEO Adam Jean and Yvonne Lowell entered the field, each holding a trophy.


    A simple stage had been erected, and Adam arranged the three trophies side by side on the grass.


    In the center stood the Premier League trophy, nked by the FA Cup and the European Winners'' Cup.


    Dressed in a stunning white outfit, Yvonne looked elegant and poised, resembling a professional woman in her tailored suit and pencil skirt.


    The fans were already familiar with her presence. Once a key member of the fan organization, she had been seen in the stands for every Millwall home game this season, sitting next to Puskas and Arthur, which significantly increased her visibility. She had be the "stand goddess" of Millwall and more recently began working in the club''s administration while also serving as a host for Millwall TV. Her voice and on-screen presence in official highlight reels had garnered her a fair bit of recognition.


    Now, she took the microphone and stood on the stage, enthusiastically asking the crowd, "Have you enjoyed this season?"


    "Of course!"


    Laughter erupted among the fans after their loud response.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, let''s wee the winners of the FA Cup, the European Winners'' Cup, and the Premier League Champion! The captain of Millwall, Gareth Southgate!"


    A thunderous apuse and cheers erupted as Southgate emerged first from the yers'' tunnel, wearing the championshipmemorative shirt. On either side of the red carpet stood the families of yers, with Southgate''s wife holding onto their child, tears of joy streaming down her face.


    Outsiders could hardly understand how difficult their lives had been over the past year��not materially, but rather due to the mental pressure. They endured criticism and threats from extreme fans, which left them feeling almost devoid of safety.


    Southgate embraced his wife and child, gently kissing their faces before straightening up and waving to the fans in the stands.


    "Pavel Nedved!"


    Yvonne called out the second yer with great enthusiasm.


    Nedved entered next, beaming with a captivating smile that won the hearts of countless young admirers, who were enchanted by his indomitable will disyed on the pitch.


    ...


    As the entire first team joined Ronaldinho on stage, they stood in two rows,ughing together. The design on their championshipmemorative shirts was particrly eye-catching.


    The front featured the blue lion from the Millwall crest, with the image of the three trophies underneath, and the year "1996-1997" disyed at the bottom.


    This shirt was one they''d treasure.


    "Lastly, who''s missing? Let''s join in together! Three, two, one!"


    The entire crowd roared, "Aldrich Hall!"


    Aldrich, still suited up, stepped forward to the front of the stage, his signature smile radiating as he received the microphone from Yvonne.


    The audience fell silent, eager to hear what he had to say.


    "Ahem. Millwall, champions! Millwall, champions."


    Aldrich repeated the phrase twice for himself before suddenly raising his voice, shouting, "Millwall!"


    He extended the microphone toward the stands, and the sound of a single voice filled the sky of Wembley.


    "Champions!"


    "Millwall?"


    "Champions!"


    ...


    Aldrich called out the phrase five times before the cheers finally waned.


    The fans were ted.


    Aldrich paused for twenty seconds, and then, speaking into the microphone with a calm demeanor, said, "Honestly, I wasn''t a Millwall fan before I turned eighteen."


    Everyone in the audience was stunned.


    Was this his way of making a shocking confession?


    But it felt like he was digging his own grave!


    Anxiety bubbled up among the fans; did that sound like a goodbye speech?


    Aldrich continued, "Every member of my family is a Millwall fan��my three-year-old nephew loves Millwall as well��but before I turned eighteen, I wasn''t one. I feel ashamed of that. Compared to all of you, my contributions to this club seem minuscule. Some say the achievements of Millwall this season have brought all of Ennd''s attention to London, and Millwall is now respected by all. More people across Ennd and Europe will begin to like this club. People are starting to talk about my contributions, but I want to tell everyone, I, Aldrich Hall, I''m just a nobody. What is this club''s sess built on? It''s built on them, upon each remarkable yer. What makes Millwall great? It''s you! In the past, we didn''t have trophies to unt to other fans, to boast about our glorious history. But Millwall has you, and that''s what makes it the greatest! Without you, this club loses its very meaning. You demonstrate what loyalty means and what it means to stick together through thick and thin, to be devoted until the end! As the head coach, I admire you; as the team''s manager, I am grateful to you! If you were to ask me now, ''Aldrich, are you a Millwall fan?'' My answer is: I''m not! Because Millwall has be the most indispensable and important part of my life! "


    After delivering this heartfelt promation, Aldrich bowed toward all corners of the stands.


    Many fans in the crowd were moved to tears, and vigorous apuse resonated throughout.


    Indeed, for the club''s most loyal supporters, a lifetime dedicated to a single club defined their love, a love expressed in every unwavering presence at games through all sorts of conditions��a testament full of passion and fervor.


    As the apuse gradually faded, Aldrich calmly remarked, "You''ve expressed gratitude to each yer, but we''ve left someone out��a former yer who has departed. I''d like to thank him: Jaap Stam. Thank you, and I wish you well. I hope you all can remember his contributions to the team over the past three years, and wish him well. Our sess is thanks to his efforts; he is a..."


    Aldrich faltered as a deafening chorus of boos erupted from the stands.


    Stam''s transfer has been officially announced, and it will be executed as soon as the transfer window opens.


    The fans cannot forgive this traitor, especially for conspiring with Manchester United at such a critical moment in the title race.


    "Please, don''t be like this. We must look forward. Millwall will move on. I understand how much we love him; that''s why we''re hurt by his departure. But life must go on, and the team will continue moving forward. We''ll rationally ept this and give due respect to those who leave. Regardless, I want to thank him. If anyone here can''t ept his departure, then please let it go. Whatever happens, we will embrace the future confidently, so what we should be looking forward to is tomorrow. I can''t wait for the new season to begin, and for other teams to witness Millwall''s strength. How about you?"


    The crowd channeled their anger about Stam''s exit toward a more constructive outlet.


    Had it not been for some irrational behavior from certain fans post-transfer announcement, Aldrich might not have needed to say these things today.


    "While I''m eager for the new season to start, the yers have fought hard for ten months, and it''s time for them to rest. Here''s a promise: in the new season, we''ll continue together, witnessing Millwall''s future!"


    Aldrich''s statement sparked another wave of apuse. Fireworks erupted as the entire team jumped and shouted "Champions!" on stage.


    They began to pose for pictures on the pitch, each yer taking turns in front of the three trophies. Larsson proudly disyed his Premier League Golden Boot, while others showcased their respective awards��like Pirlo winning the Rookie of the Year, edging out Beckham.


    This was a season of bounty and a pivotal moment as Millwall surged towards greatness.


    In 1997, led by Soros, international financial spectors began sweeping through Southeast Asian countries starting in July, marking the Asian financial crisis as the main theme of the world in thetter half of the year. Countries in Southeast Asia, suffering from financial plundering, rallied to condemn the financial spectors. At the forefront of the list of "economic war criminals" was Soros, with Bat-Hall prominently included. The Hall family once again achieved capital growth in the international financial market, and Bat became the youngest billionaire in the UK the following year.


    That year, Cantona announced his retirement, the Labour Party gained power under ir, and fresh economic policies stimted a robust recovery of the pound, which significantly elevated the economic strength of Premier League teams.


    Princess Diana tragically passed away, and Gascoigne fell into a spiral of self-destruction, leaving the UK devoid of its idols. English stars such as Beckham and young coach Aldrich Hall rose to prominence, beginning their ascent to national hero status.


    East London, less morous than its Northwest counterpart, resembled the rustic heart of a city, yet the blue lion awakened and rapidly grew strong, overturning the Premier League hierarchy, challenging the "Big 5" era. This lion was still not satisfied, gaping its massive jaws in an attempt to seize Europe, with ambitions to wreak havoc across the continent...


    <strong>Volume Three: Road to Ascendancy - The End. </strong>


    <strong> Volume 4: championship throne.</strong>

 Chapter 227: The New Journey Begins

    <h4>Chapter 227: The New Journey Begins</h4>


    On the evening of May 18, 1997, Millwall Club, having imed the treble, paraded through East London on a bus to celebrate. Fans lined the streets, cheering enthusiastically.


    The yers, suited up, basked in the glory of the championship. For them, the season had ended, and this celebration was part of enjoying life.


    But for another protagonist who was not present, the work was far from over.


    In the Millwallmunity, Aldrich''s apartment.


    Ronaldinho, with tissues stuffed up his nose, was sitting cross-legged on the couch, holding half a watermelon and scooping the flesh into his mouth with a spoon. He was glued to the football news on the television.


    That afternoon, amidst the ruckus of Millwall celebrating their treble, there was another piece of news that captured attention within the English football circle: King Cantona had officially announced his retirement this afternoon!


    The football giant, who was just a week shy of turning 31, surprised everyone by choosing to say goodbye to the pitch at this moment. This not only caused a stir on Fleet Street but likely left the Manchester United locker room and their fans in shock as well.


    Aldrich came downstairs, followed by two young men in work uniforms carrying a broken treadmill.


    "We''re taking this treadmill back to check it. If it''s a quality issue, we''ll rece it with a new one for you," they said before leaving Aldrich''s apartment.


    Aldrich closed the door and turned to Ronaldinho,ining, "You''re not even that heavy, how did you manage to break my treadmill? By the way, with the team on break, why aren''t you out celebrating with the first team? If you want to train, just go to the youth academy."


    Without turning around, Ronaldinho replied, "It''s a bit far, and I don''t know if anyone''s there. Boss, your treadmill is way too fragile. I only ran for three minutes, and suddenly it just stopped, causing me to m into the wall. My nose is still hurting."


    Aldrich rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit helpless. Ronaldinho suddenly turned around and pointed at the TV, saying, "They say Cantona is a superstar. Why do I feel like he''s not that impressive at all? He''s been ying in Ennd for six and a half years and scored fewer goals than Henrik did during his three years at Millwall."


    Aldrich scratched his head and paused for a moment before saying, "Because you can''t just see him as a striker. He''s not only a key yer for Manchester United but also their spiritual leader. His contribution goes beyond scoring goals or assists; it''s about influencing the team''s morale. Uh, this intangible effect is hard to measure with statistics. Why is he a superstar? Because not only is he a star himself, but he also helps his teammates be stars."


    For a superstar like Cantona, his goal-scoring efficiency doesn''t reflect his true value. The best way to gauge his impact on the team is to see how the team''s performance fluctuates in his absence.


    Millwall also has yers like that��Nedved is one of them. His fighting spirit inspires his teammates, encouraging them not to give up in adversity and instilling a belief in others about fighting hard. This intangible quality is the most precious.


    Of course, there are plenty of yers in Manchester United''s history who have scored more goals than Cantona and have been more efficient, and many have had longer tenures. However, when ites to status, the King of Old Trafford is not just a name without substance.


    Ronaldinho set the watermelon aside and stood up to stretch. He understood Aldrich''s literal words but didn''t grasp the deeper meaning.


    What does it mean to "not only be a star himself but also help his teammates be stars?"


    He didn''t dwell on it, as it wasn''t his concern. It was just a casual question.


    He picked up his travel bag from the other end of the sofa and waved goodbye to Aldrich, saying, "Boss, I''m heading out. Don''t worry about me."


    Aldrich gave him a thumbs-up, encouraging him, "Go to the national team and perform well."


    As Ronaldinho stepped out the door, he waved without looking back, saying, "Don''t worry, I won''t embarrass Millwall."


    Aldrich chuckled to himself. Embarrass? If anyone''s getting embarrassed, it''s Brazil''s face on the line.


    Ronaldinho had been called up to the Brazilian national team for the summer''s U-17 World Cup.


    This summer, the U-20 World Cup is alsoing, and many coaches are already gearing up to participate and identify talents. But he didn''t n to go because the locations were too far away, one in Africa and the other in Asia. Even the Confederations Cup is held in Saudi Arabia. Aldridge''s ns this summer focus on Europe.


    He returned to the gym to tidy up, especially cleaning the wall where Ronaldinho had mmed into it, blood from his nose sttered everywhere. Aldrich spent a good amount of time cleaning it up. By dinner time, he went downstairs and opened the fridge, scanning for something to eat. After reluctantly closing the fridge door, he sighed with a mix ofughter and frustration, "Ronaldinho, you little thief!"


    The juice he had made that morning was gone when he expected to enjoy it.


    Meanwhile, Ronaldinho was tossing the empty juice bottle into a garbage bin at the airport. He sneezed and then picked up his travel bag to board the ne, thinking, "Boss''s juice was really tasty. I''ll have to go back and try it again."


    Aldrich rested at home for two days before jumping straight back into work.


    Although the transfer window had yet to open, clubs with no personnel changes were already actively scouting new yers.


    Following their glorious treble from the previous season, the official Millwall website updated a yer contract extension news each day��a tactic to keep the team in the news.


    In reality, the contracts for the yers had been renewed long ago. Some yers signed five-year contracts, like Southgate, Larsson, Nedved, and Schneider. Others signed three- to four-year contracts, and a few yers wanted shorter two-year deals, like Shevchenko, but Aldrich had tly rejected that. After negotiations concluded, they settled on a three-year contract instead.


    Two-year contracts offered nearly no binding power. After a year, the yer would be half-free, and Aldrich would never wait until a yer''s contract was down to a year to consider renewing or selling. If a yer was to be sold, he''d sell them early; if he was renewing, he''d want at least two years guaranteed, as he was focused on the club''s long-term five-year n.


    If a yer insisted on a contract of less than three years, Aldrich would immediately start thinking about a recement.


    The authority of the head coach must supersede that of the yers, but yers are also necessary for the coach to achieve their goals. So, in a way, yers actually have the upper hand over the coach.


    While Millwall was celebrating, Aldrich kept his concerns about the future and the current situation hidden away in his heart, such as pondering the future recements for Trezeguet and Shevchenko.


    Trezeguet was ambitious and had shown some hesitation when renewing in the summer, and Shevchenko had simrly expressed his desire to y in Serie A when Aldrich brought him in.


    In this era, the best yers were flocking to Italy, and it would be hard to shift Serie A''s allure in a short time. This had nothing to do with Millwall''s strength but was more influenced by the league''s prestige.


    In contrast, Larsson readily signed his name to a five-year contract, and the soon-to-be 26-year-old Swede wasn''t without dreams; he was just more mature. He understood the power of teamwork better than inexperienced neers. His goal-scoring rate in the Nethends could be deemed average, but upon arriving at Millwall, his scoring efficiency had soared, marking the peak of his professional career. He knew that being part of an excellent team suited him was far more beneficial than chasing after big clubs.


    Stam''s transfer brought Millwall ��15 million, and two more yers were confirmed to leave during the summer��both of which were forwards, Phillips and Tony.


    On the night of the FA Cup victory on the 17th, Aldrich reached an agreement via phone with Peter Reid regarding Phillips'' transfer.


    Although Sundend had been relegated, Reid''s position remained stable, giving him ample space to rebuild his team.


    Several clubs were interested in Phillips, with offers exceeding Sundend''s, but Aldrich ultimately persuaded him to join Sundend.


    He exined that Sundend would build the team around him as a tactical core, providing him with a secured position. Furthermore, given his ability, ying in the Premier League shouldn''t be a problem. However, since he wasn''t a starter at Millwall and had limited appearances this season, it was better for him to adapt to the team in League One. Sundend would give him that time, while other Premier League teams might not be as patient. Even if they offered higher bids than Sundend, theirmitment wouldn''t be the same.


    Ultimately, Phillips joined Sundend for ��3 million.


    Tony was loaned to Martin O''Neill''s Leicester City, a deal that was announced early so Tony could join Leicester City in the summer.


    In this regard, Martin O''Neill appreciated Aldrich very much: either don''t make a deal, but if you do, then get it done quickly.


    Head coaches disliked dragging out transfers during the summer; it impacted their preparations and made everyone feel tense: Are the yersing or not?


    By the end of May, Aldrich listened to the management''s financial report for thest season at the club.


    Millwall''s revenue had significantly increased due to their treble win, but the limitations of their small stadium impacted ticket sales. Fortunately, broadcasting revenue and bonuses improved their financial situationpared to the previous summer, and they collected ��18 million from Stam and Phillips, pushing their overall season revenue to over ��50 million.


    However, byparison, Manchester United''s operating iest season was unparalleled globally, approaching ��60 million.


    This was not counting the ie and expenses from the transfer market.


    When simply looking at operating ie, even with Millwall''s treble, they earned less than half of what Manchester United did, which made their sess pale inparison.


    Next season, Millwall was set to make even more money, as they secured a spot in the Champions League, and a new broadcasting contract for the Premier League woulde into effect.


    The previous broadcasting deal was for five years, worth ��191 million.


    Starting in the summer of 1997, the new contract would be over four years, totaling ��670 million.


    This averages out to over ��8 million per club per season, and Millwall could potentially earn broadcasting revenue just behind Manchester United due to their achievements and team influence, as well as the number of matches aired. The reason Manchester United made more than Millwall was simply because they had more fans and a stronger influence. On the other hand, Millwall wasn''t falling behind in terms of performance and televised matches.


    In Aldrich''s eyes, the most challenging time for the team financially was now in the past. Moving forward, while he couldn''t make significant star signings in the transfer market, living a more stable life was certainly on the horizon.


    There were many reasons why he couldn''t sign top stars; transfer fees were just one part of it. Wages were also a significant expense. For example, acquiring a top star might cost between ��5 million and ��10 million in transfer fees �� a one-time payment. But what about wages? Millwall''s highest weekly sry was ��25,000, and only three yers received that wage. If the stars he signed fell into the second tier, with a weekly sry of ��20,000, and extended over five years, he would need to pay over ��5 million just in sries, and factoring in bonuses, possibly exceeding ��6.5 million.


    Aldrich felt that rather than spend over ��10 million on a top star with no guarantee they would perform to their worth, he would rather invest that money into youth training and nurturing future talents.


    This summer, the club''s transfer budget was ��15 million, and Aldrich nned to put all of it into youth training,unching his European talent scouting journey.

 Chapter 228: The Fate of Two Geniuses

    <h4>Chapter 228: The Fate of Two Geniuses</h4>


    The team was on break, but the coaching staff was still hard at work.


    Aldrich was discussing potential roster improvements with Benitez and Jansen at the club.


    Next year, they would bepeting in the UEFA Champions League, and the number of matches would be denser than in recent years. With many young yers entering the national team''s sights, even those not in the first team would be traveling back and forth between levels.


    After losing two centerbacks and two forwards, Millwall urgently needed to strengthen their squad.


    They had four yers for the center-back position, which should be manageable if injuries didn''t strike. The midfield was solid with six yers, offering a well-bnced attacking and defensive choice. Aldrich''s biggest headache was the forward line.


    Apart from three key starters, the only substitutes left were Gronkjaer and Van Nistelrooy.


    Van Nistelrooy was a backup striker, while Gronkjaer could only y as a winger. Aldrich needed more forwards to bolster the attack.


    In the new season, Van Nistelrooy will have more ying opportunities. As for Gronkjaer, due to his characteristics, Aldrich will limit his chances to no more than 20 games. Gronkjaer relies heavily on his explosive speed, and yers like him need longer recovery times after giving their all in a match. They can''t perform consistently; otherwise, they either risk injury or their performance will suffer significantly.


    Moreover, Gronkjaer had just turned 18, and his development was about to take shape. Aldrich wanted to focus on building his physicality without overburdening him with too many matches. It was simr to how he managed Pirlo��although Pirlo was a key yer, he didn''t start every match, with only 26 full appearancesst season.


    However, due to the different attributes and positions, Pirlo''s ying time was expected to gradually increase, while Gronkjaer''s wouldn''t.


    Millwall needed forwards, and specifically ones willing to be substitutes.


    Benitez offered some domestic options, such as discarded yers from other teams, as well as some prospects like Bemy and Robbie Keane from lower leagues.


    Aldrich showed no interest in signing older yers that other teams had discarded; he believed these moves to be unwise. Every penny he spent in the transfer market would be calcted.


    Bemy waspletely ruled out by Aldridge. This isn''t due to ack of confidence when dealing with troublemakers like Bemy; He just didn''t feel the need to introduce a potential locker room bomb and see if he could contain the explosion.


    Robbie Keane''s situation was a bitplicated. He turned down an invitation from Liverpool at the same time, and Liverpool was the club he had dreamed of joining since childhood. However, Keane wanted a starting role, and even if Millwall offered a higher sry under the same conditions, it didn''t faze him at all.


    Aldrich felt no regret; there were always new stars to be found.


    In early June, before leaving London, Aldrich made his first transfer bid.


    He offered ��1 million to acquire 18-year-old winger Damien Duff from ckburn.


    Duff, who had yed for ckburn since he was 16, had made fewer than 15 appearances over the past two seasons. At 18, this critical age would greatly influence the trajectory of his career.


    Since winning the Premier League title two years ago, ckburn had been on a decline, finishing eighth, and then fourteenth in the league, barely avoiding relegation by just two points.


    The once-strong squad had now disintegrated; after Shearer''s departure, ckburn had been marginalized from the Premier League.


    In this context, Millwall rose unexpectedly, and Aldrich made a name for himself in Ennd.Under his guidance, a crop of exceptionally talented yers emerged, creating a wave of youth energy that made all of Europe take notice.


    Unlike the ambitious 17-year-old Robbie Keane, most yers under 18 knew their worth, especially with an invitation from the treble-winning Millwall, they would think carefully before making a decision.


    ying under different coaches often yielded different results, and the club''s ability to nurture talent was a significant draw for yers.


    Over the past two years, Millwall had sold many yers sessfully, earning them the nickname "Ajax of Ennd," apliment in today''s era.


    With Ajax producing yers who were truly valued on the market, clubs faced little risk of devaluation, and most yers would appreciate significantly after entering mainstream leagues.


    For instance, Vieira, who was considered worth half of Pires inst year''s transfer, was now viewed by British media as a new Roy Keane, showing that Arsenal had made a wise investment!


    Thus, Millwall''s renowned reputation has be deeply entrenched, making it quite normal for various clubs toe in and poach their talents. Their exceptional ability to nurture and develop yers showcases their strength in yer development.


    Last season, Aldrich spent nothing in the transfer market and lost two starting yers and two substitutes, yet still captured the treble��a clear sign of their sess.


    Duff hesitated over the new contract from ckburn, which left the club in a difficult position, ultimately leading to an agreement with Millwall for a transfer fee of ��1 million. Duff became the first yer to join Millwall when the summer transfer window opened.


    After finalizing the transfer, Aldrich provided Adam with a list of domestic yers, asking him to find them personally. The list consisted solely of English yers, most of whom were under 18, not aimed at Aldrich''s first team selection but to enhance the youth academy. If any yer hesitated, Aldrich would personally persuade them to join. However, he was pressed for time, needing to leave London to find more forwards.


    Inte May, Andrew boarded a flight to the Nethends with Aldrich.


    Seated in first ss, Andrew looked noticeably sleep-deprived and beganmenting to Aldrich as soon as they boarded.


    "There''s just too much going on. The yers''mercial activities are wearing me down."


    Aldrich casually flipped through a magazine and replied, "Why don''t you set up a dedicated team for the yers?"


    "Exactly, that''s what I''m doing; otherwise, how would I have time for anything?"


    Andrew''s agency had be quite sessful; he was now one of the most renowned agents in Britain, representing many yers in both the Premier League and League One. He had no interest in dealing with yers in League Two anymore, as the costs outweighed the benefits.


    As other clubs in mainstream leagues sought to buy Millwall''s yers, they inevitably needed to engage with Andrew, which expanded hiswork across Europe.


    Additionally, he had established apany in South America that represented many up-anding stars. Despite the constraints of work permit regtions, Aldrich''s enthusiasm for non-EU yers had diminished, as he didn''t want to navigate red tape with the FA each time. However, for yers from South America, their entry into Europe was a standard option, which allowed Andrew''s connections to strengthen his influence across Europe.


    Aldrich didn''t oppose the yers'' summermercial activities; with many yers hailing from various countries, if they illuminated Europe with their nationalities, Millwall yers would practically cover half of the continent. This diverse European lineup, while critiqued in Fleet Street for distancing from English roots, boosted Millwall''s presence in Europe, enhancing the international profile. The notoriety of those well-known stars would inevitably reflect back on Millwall, bringing the team attention and fame.


    As he continued to ponder forward recruitment, Aldrich suddenly remembered a yer who had been overlooked.


    "Hey, what happened to that prodigy from Liverpool?"


    He put down the magazine and turned to Andrew.


    Andrew frowned and replied, "The media have worn out the term ''prodigy''; who are you talking about?"


    "Um, let me think... David Larmore! Yes, that''s it. He was the forward who started in the Youth FA Cup final for Liverpoolst year. This year, Michael Owen from the youth team has moved up to the first team, but I haven''t seen Larmore''s name anywhere in the first team roster. Where did that wonder kid go?"


    Initially, Aldrich had forgotten about Larmore, along with yers like Owen, Gerrard, and Carragher, who rarely appeared in Liverpool''s first team while he studied opponents. But today, with his mind focused on aspiring forwards, he couldn''t help but think of Owen, which then led him back to Larmore, the yer who had pushed Owen to the bench in the youth team.


    During that match, the young striker had opened the scoring and left a strong impression. Aldrich distinctly remembered that Larmore''s ying style fit Millwall perfectly; he moved around effectively up front, demonstrating excellent game intelligence rather than just waiting for passes. That was why he had assigned Andrew to track Larmore''s contract situation, not recalling that Liverpool had such a promising yer on their hands.


    Andrew shook his head and sighed, "You might as well forget about him."


    "Hey, you''re not the one who forgot, are you?"


    Exasperated, Andrew said, "Well, he suffered a significant injuryst summer during training. After he healed, the club loaned him to Doncaster, where he performed poorly. He returned to Liverpool six months ago, and he had signed a four-year contract at 16. This summer, his contract is up, and Liverpool doesn''t n to renew it. They''ve mutually agreed to terminate the contract, so Larmore should now be a free agent. Not only Premier League clubs but even clubs in League One have no interest in him. A month ago, I was talking about this with my colleagues, and everyone wasmenting his fate. A year ago, everyone was moring to be his agent."


    Aldrich fell into deep thought.


    Last year, Larmore was closing in on 19 by the time of the Youth FA Cup, but as long as he was 18 before the new season started, he could have participated in thepetition. By now, he had only three months left before turning 19.


    Injuries posed a dual threat to a yer''s technical abilities and physical condition. Still, at Larmore''s age, both his technique and physique could be further developed. Why had Liverpool given up on him so early?


    "Your judgment is sharp; who could have predicted that a yer who was a benchwarmer in the youth team, like Owen, would rise to the first team and score on his debut, even breaking the record for the youngest goal in the Premier League? Fate really is a bitch."


    Andrew continued toment while Aldrich nodded in agreement.


    Professional football could be brutally harsh; for a yer, one critical hurdle could lead to aplete reversal of fortune.


    "Do you still want to look for him?"


    Aldrich hesitated, frowning. Liverpool wasn''t foolish; they wouldn''t have let go of a yer they had prioritized for development without deep consideration.


    But he soon recalled many tales of top clubs parting with gifted yers.


    "If we can find him, let''s bring him to Millwall for a trial. It wouldn''t hurt to see what he''s be��even if he''s fallen from prodigy to average yer, I still want to see for myself."


    "Alright, once wend, I''ll call the office to have someone arrange it. By the way, are we heading to Ajax in Amsterdam?"


    Aldrich picked up the magazine again and replied casually, "Yeah."


    "Hehe, which yer is Millwall going to spend money on?"


    "Andy van der Meyde"

 Chapter 229: Finding Future Stars

    <h4>Chapter 229: Finding Future Stars</h4>


    Two years have passed, and the Ajax, which once dominated Europe in 1995, has changed beyond recognition. The core of that team, which swept through Europe, isrgely gone. This summer, Patrick Kluivert confirmed he would not renew his contract, the fate of the flying winger Overmars is uncertain, Bogarde has found love with AC Mn, and most crucially, the distinguished coach Louis van Gaal seems to have his sights set elsewhere, with his flirtation with Barcelona no longer a secret.


    In the past twenty years, Ajax has sent nearly 50 yers to the top five European leagues, most of whom are big-name stars. To top clubs in Europe, Ajax is not just a giant in Dutch football, but also a boutique for football talent.


    Over thest decade, Ajax has earned over $100 million from transfer dealings��a figure that other clubs today can hardly fathom.


    Along with Feyenoord and PSV Eindhoven, these three Dutch giants have supported Dutch football, where their youth training programs are extraordinarily strong.


    Just as Real Madrid and Barcelona have contributed to La Liga, most people understand that Barcelona''s La Masia is synonymous with youth training. While Real Madrid might not be renowned for its youth system, it has made significant contributions to Spanish football. Many yers who didn''t make it to the first team have moved to other clubs, and including lower divisions, the club sends about ten professional yers to clubs across two tiers each season. Over time, this umtes to a substantial number of La Liga yers emerging from Real Madrid''s youth academy.


    Each of these clubs has its own youth training style. Ajax is known for its inability to retain talent, guided by a business philosophy shaped by its Jewish heritage, prioritizing yer sales for profit. The limitations of the Dutch league''s influence and stature mean they can''t afford to keep yers��if they don''t sell, they can''t hold on!


    Even though Barcelona has begun to continually recruit Dutch yers this summer, in the long run, it remains clear that even with Van Gaal taking charge, he promoted future team cornerstone yers like Xavi from the youth academy. The seamless tactical alignment between the youth team and the first team allows for a continuous flow of talent, ensuring that the first team can consistently draw from the youth ranks.


    Real Madrid, on the other hand, operates on a survival-of-the-fittest basis. With a "noble" club background, there''s little patience for young yers, and opportunities are scarce. Unless the yer is a remarkable talent like Ra��l or Casis, the club won''t wait for others to mature. However, sending yers to other clubs reinforces Real Madrid''s influence and stature.


    Aldrich believes that Millwall must adapt the strengths of these three clubs'' youth training systems to be stronger, copying Barcelona''s tactical consistency from youth to senior teams while learning Ajax''s methods for scouting talent, all while fostering apetitive environment akin to Real Madrid''s in the youth squad.


    When a genius trains alongside a hundred average yers, chances are that by the end, the genius will end up being assimted by the average.


    But if fifty geniuses are training alongside fifty average yers, the oue ispletely different. Thepetition amongst the geniuses drives the average yers to raise their game, elerating their growth and igniting their potential.


    This summer, Aldrich aimed not only to bolster the first team but also to introduce more promising young stars into the youth squad, wanting to stimte their faster development.


    He had noticed a troubling trend.


    Joe Cole, Ronaldinho, Ashley Cole, and Vi werest season''s standout prospects in Millwall''s youth team. Two years ago, when they were just 14 or 15, their performances in the youth setup were exceptional. But as they matured, the gap between them and their peers widened, leading to a clear divide.


    This division meant they withdrew from therger group and formed a smaller clique��not out of collusion, but due to their evident superior skills on the pitch. Their teammates simply couldn''t keep up with their pace, vision, or responsiveness.


    They couldn''t afford to slow down their game for teammates whogged behind, leaving them with two choices: Ronaldinho and Joe Cole, along with Vi, became very selfish when ying together; if there was no room for coordination, they often chose to take shots on goal rather than passing to teammates whose skills fell short.


    So, Nagy approached Aldrich with a suggestion: either loan these four yers out for development or promote them to the first team to train together and y in reserve matches.


    The youth team environment wasn''t suitable for their growth any longer.


    Aldrich''s solution was to find them some suitable teammates.


    However, today in the Nethends, he didn''t n on scouting yers under the age of 16 from Ajax, even though Ajax''s youth academy is teeming with future stars, like Van der Vaart.


    He was here to scout Ajax''s next wing wizard: Andy van der Meyde.


    With Andrew''s arrangements, Aldrich met soon-to-be 18-year-old Andy van der Meyde in a modest hotel in Amsterdam.


    There were nonguage barriers; nearly everyone in Hond speaks English effortlessly.


    Van der Meyde was well-dressed and had even coiffed his hair, looking a bit tense upon meeting Aldrich. Aldrich could see his excitement, which intrigued him.


    Previously, when bringing in yers, regardless of their age or fame, they either disyed skepticism or appeared indifferent during their first meeting, dismissing this young manager from London.


    Having propelled Millwall to new heights over thest three years, Aldrich now enjoys the prestige of being a celebrated coach. This makes his personal recruitment efforts appear even more heartfelt and genuine.


    "Hi, Andy, can I call you that? Great, let''s sit down and talk."


    Aldrich invitingly gestured for van der Meyde to take a seat on the couch and straightforwardly began outlining a vision for him.


    Joining Millwall will see you as part of the first team next season, starting from the bench to blend into the squad. Within a season or two, if things go well, he should be able to challenge for a starting position by the time he turns 20.


    As for the specifics of his development, Aldrich kept it brief, willing to borate if asked.


    Van der Meyde suppressed his excitement and cooled his enthusiasm significantly.


    When he heard that the young manager wanted to meet him, he initially believed he was being valued enough to step onto the pitch as a starter at Millwall.


    Now he realized that was far from the case.


    At least, however, his potential was acknowledged, which brought him some joy once he calmed down.


    Thinking of his treatment at Ajax, van der Meyde asked, "Can we discuss my contract?"


    Aldrich smiled, knowing the response was positive, and turned to Andrew, saying, "Why don''t you have a chat with him?"


    As Andrew acted as his agent and had previously handled several transfers, including Stam, Larsson, and Van Nistelrooy, he had a certain reputation within the Dutch football circle for ying a critical role in sessful deals and securing favorable contracts for yers. Plus, being Aldrich''s brother, young yers eager to make a name for themselves at Millwall would naturally be familiar with him.


    Van der Meyde was set to sign his first professional contract with Ajax this summer. However, with Ajax currently facing internal and external turmoil��yers from the famed 1995 squad being poached year after year, and amidst coaching chaos with Van Gaal''s imminent departure��the club couldn''t readily address young talents like van der Meyde.


    While work permit issues make it difficult for English clubs to recruit non-European yers, they gain an indirect advantage by offering professional contracts to yers as young as 16 years old. In Spain, Germany and other top leagues, yers must be 18 years old before they can sign a professional deal. This loophole allows English clubs to discover young talent earlier. However, many clubs have yet to realize the need to act quickly in their recruitment efforts. It''s important to not only sign the yer, but also consider making arrangements with the entire family.


    At this point, van der Meyde didn''t have an agent, so Andrew could likely secure him easily with a promise of a ��3,000 weekly contract.


    That seemed unbelievable to van der Meyde.


    Why can''t the Dutch league hold onto its talents?


    Aside from the league''s influence, the most significant reason is the club''s financial constraints. The wages offered to yers are not evenparable to those of mid-table Premier League teams, let alone top clubs. The club primarily makes money through yer sales and Europeanpetitions. If it weren''t for these revenue sources, the three major clubs in the Nethends would have gone bankrupt long ago. Therefore, the sries for yers are limited. For a yer like Van der Meyde,ing from the youth team, a weekly wage of a few hundred pounds is already considered high. Even looking a decade ahead, it''s likely that sries will only reach a few thousand pounds.


    With a weekly sry of ��3,000, this undoubtedly ranks as the lowest pay within Millwall''s first-team squad. In contrast, Ronaldinho, when he signed at 16, had a weekly wage of ��5,000. This can be justified, as Aldrich views him as a pivotal future yer for the team, making the higher sry understandable.


    After reaching an agreement with van der Meyde, Aldrich bid farewell and asked Andrew to call his assistant to ensure someone apanied van der Meyde out of Ajax.


    His contract with Ajax was an apprenticeship agreement, expiring this summer. Ajax had initially nned to turn it into a professional contract, but as long as van der Meyde declined, he could be a free yer and leave.


    Just before the new FIFA transfer regtionse into effect this autumn, Millwall could bring a yer of van der Meyde''s talent without spending a penny.


    After sealing the deal, Aldrich and Andrew spent the night at the hotel, and the next morning, they left with travel bags and sunsses.


    "Where to next?"


    Andrew asked casually, looking up at the sky to gauge the weather.


    Aldrich opened the taxi door and turned back, "Eindhoven."

 Chapter 230: A Chance for Redemption

    <h4>Chapter 230: A Chance for Redemption</h4>


    Although Eindhoven is the fourthrgest city in the Nethends, its reputation in Europe is quite significant due to being one of the high-tech hubs of the continent.


    In the early morning, the tranquil city resembles a stillke, offering a peaceful spiritual refuge before the hustle and bustle of traffic stirs up restless ripples.


    In an ordinary apartment, several suitcases lie scattered across the living room floor. A 19-year-old blonde guy sits on the sofa, his expression nk as he asionally nces at his feet, with eyes filled with confusion and panic.


    He bends forward, cradling his head in his hands, his teeth clenched in frustration.


    Three years ago, he arrived in the Nethends to join the prestigious club Eindhoven.


    Two years ago, at just 17, he made his debut in the UEFA Champions League against Spain''s top team, Barcelona, managed by Cruyff!


    And here he is, two yearster, abandoned by Eindhoven and released from his contract!


    Everything stems from his injured ankle. The club''s medical staff were at a loss, ultimately deciding to give up on this once-promising star.


    Knock, knock, knock.


    His father descends the stairs, carrying thest suitcase.


    Still an active yer himself, this father is well-known in their home country, but unfortunately, it''s a country that doesn''t rank high in European football: d.


    A country with a mere poption of around 200,000.


    Seeing his son in pain, cradling his head, he puts down the suitcase and approaches him, suddenly noticing tears dripping from his son''s chin onto the floor.


    "Edur, you need to be strong! You must be strong! When we go back to d, you''ll make those who abandoned you regret it! Don''t be like this; you are a man..."


    His father wraps his arms around his son''s head tofort him, his own eyes beginning to water.


    The torment of injury has taken a toll on this dic young man. Being released by the club is an even heavier blow.


    He came to the Nethends from d, and now he''s going back, which will undoubtedly have a huge impact on his career, especially as he''s about to turn 19�� a crucial stage for professional development.


    Is his dream of ying football over?


    Knock, knock, knock.


    A knock interrupts the moment.


    His father takes a deep breath to calm his emotions and walks to the door, while the young man hastily wipes away his tears.


    When his father opens the door, he sees two handsome, refined young men standing outside.


    "Excuse me, is this the home of Gudjohnsen?"


    Aldrich smiles politely upon seeing a middle-aged man at the door and asks.


    "May I ask who you are?"


    The father gazes thoughtfully at Aldrich''s face. Before Aldrich could introduce himself, he exims, "If I''m not mistaken, you are Mr. Hall, the coach of Millwall, right?"


    The UEFA Cup had just concluded in the Nethends two weeks prior, and the championship excitement of Millwall was still fresh in everyone''s minds.


    Aldrich feels a sense of pride: Heh, this is the advantage of being a championship coach. While he might not be recognized by everyone on the street, at least in the football circles, he''s not an unknown.


    While feeling satisfied in his heart, he keeps a calm demeanor and nods, saying, "That''s right, I''m Aldrich Hall, and this is my brother, Andrew Hall. May I ask who you are?"


    "I''m Noel Gudjohnsen. What can I do for you?"


    Old Gudjohnsen initially believes they are here for him, but Aldrich''s gaze shifts inside the room, where he sees young Edur Gudjohnsen looking back at him with curiosity.


    Aldrich is certain he''s found the right person.


    The Gudjohnsen family traits are quite distinctive, especially with their light golden eyebrows.


    Aldrich points to young Gudjohnsen and smiles, "I''m sorry, I''m actually here for him."


    Old Gudjohnsen looks back with curiosity, asking, "You''re here for my son? What''s the matter?"


    Andrew and Aldrich remain by the doorway, still holding onto their bags. Andrew chimes in, "Sir, could wee in and sit down to discuss?"


    Old Gudjohnsen immediately realizes they''re not just here for a casual visit and steps aside, opening the door wide to let them in.


    Aldrich shakes hands with young Gudjohnsen, before sitting on the armchair, while the Gudjohnsen father and son sit side by side, and Andrew stands next to Aldrich.


    "Let me get straight to the point. I''ve heard Edur is a free agent now. As the coach of Millwall, I''d like to invite him to join my team. Edur, are you interested in ying in London?"


    Aldrich is direct. As he finishes speaking, the expressions of the Gudjohnsens vary, with the father''s brow furrowing in hesitation while the son''s eyes light up before they dull again.


    The room falls into silence.


    Finally, young Gudjohnsen speaks with difficulty, "Mr. Hall, thank you for considering me. I''m thrilled to receive an invitation from Millwall, but I must tell you the truth."


    Aldrich raises his hands in a gesture of confusion, "What, have you already agreed with another team?"


    Young Gudjohnsen shakes his head and replies, "I was released by Eindhoven due to an ankle injury. The recurring injuries have prevented me from ying, and I can''t even ensure my participation in training."


    Aldrich responds lightly, "And what of it?"


    He speaks with ease, but old Gudjohnsen bes furious, shouting, "Mr. Hall! You''ve never yed football; you have no idea how tormenting injuries can be for a yer!"


    Aldrich raises his hands to signal calm, saying, "I don''t think this is a big deal. If you''re injured, just get treated��it''s the same for everyone. If this hospital can''t help, you just go to the next one.Whether it''s the first clinic or the next, it doesn''t matter. You might know Millwall just as an English club that won a treblest year, but you don''t understand us fully. I can boldly im that Millwall boasts one of the best medical facilities in the world. Our medical team is dedicated to ensuring yer health and has partnerships with top clinics in Europe and America. We approach injuries with transparency and caution; we won''t hide a yer''s condition, and we won''t have unqualified personnel as team doctors. If our internal team can''t diagnose an issue, we seek out specialists. I have confidence in Edur and even more confidence in my team''s medical staff. If you doubt my words, we can sign a contract first. If I back out, I''ll pay a penalty."


    The Gudjohnsen family is rendered speechless, exchanging nces. Somehow, this young coach, brimming with confidence, speaks in a manner that carries a convincing charm.


    Millwall hasn''t just won five trophies in thest two years; it''s also renowned across Europe for its youth development. Many clubs are known for their youth teams, but achieving sess with these young talents is a different matter.


    Aldrich has done this. Millwall has be one of the best options for young yers to showcase their talents.


    Without much hesitation, young Gudjohnsen rises and tells Aldrich, "Mr. Hall, I ept your invitation."


    Aldrich stands up and shakes his hand with a smile, "From now on, just call me boss."


    "Okay, okay, boss..."


    Young Gudjohnsen seems a bit awkward, as Aldrich looks not much older than him, and his clean-cut, handsome appearance makes Aldrich appear even younger.


    Following this, the Hall brothers and the Gudjohnsen family enjoy a pleasant lunch in Eindhoven, and some of the clouds hanging over their heads begin to dissipate. At least they won''t have to return to d to start over.


    Moreover, young Gudjohnsen''s transition from Eindhoven to the new Premier League club Millwall marks a significant step forward in his career, though his future trajectory will depend on his own efforts.


    Since Gudjohnsen had been sidelined by injuries during thetter half ofst season, he has not yed or trained systematically; he therefore doesn''t need a vacation. That afternoon, he boards a flight to London. Aldrich has already informed the club to send someone to the airport to greet father and son. Once they arrive, Gudjohnsen will undergo medical evaluations. If his ankle injury can be treated shortly, he''ll move on to light training with the team. Jens, who remained at the club this summer, is waiting to wee the new yers.


    Aldrich''s trip to the Nethendses to an end, and with the addition of Van der Meyde and Gudjohnsen, the forward positions will be reinforced. Combined with the earlier confirmations of Duff and Ronaldinho moving to the first team next season, Aldrich haspensated for the departure of two substitute forwards. As long as they avoid arge-scale injury crisis at the early stages of the new season, Millwall''s attacking lineup should bergely intact.


    However, Aldrich is still not satisfied. His next destination is Germany.


    Millwall has two strikers, Trezeguet and Van Nistelrooy, but neither is the perfect striker for Aldrich''s tactics, as both are not particrly strong ymakers.


    In Aldrich''s mind, the striker he seeks to perfect Millwall''s tactical setup is the main objective of his trip to Germany!


    **Germany, Kaiserutern**


    Two years ago, this city was engulfed in sadness as Kaiserutern faced relegation. This year, hope has returned as the team sessfully regained its position in the league.


    Next season is poised to be Kaiserutern''s most momentous period, as they strive to repeat their miracle of a promoted team clinching the title.


    However, Aldrich is not interested in the most famous team in Kaiserutern.


    He and Andrew arrive at a nearby amateur football club, Diedelkopf, on June 1st.


    With limited resources, the amateur club trains and ys in public sports facilities.


    Their office is an unremarkable, neglected building.


    Once Aldrich arrives, he''s treated like a VIP since he''s representing Millwall with a generous offer of ��100,000 for one of their yers.


    For an amateur club, ��100,000 is simply unimaginable. Their typical yer transactions on the market might only reach a few thousand or twenty thousand pounds.


    To them, ��100,000 is astronomical!


    The club manager meets Aldrich and immediately agrees to the transfer offer,cking any room for negotiation. If they tried to haggle, Aldrich would simply walk away, leaving them with no one.


    Aldrich patiently waits in the small meeting room, and soon the club manager returns with a yer in tow.


    Seeing the tall, handsome young man, Aldrich stands up, extends his hand, and smiles, "Hello, Mirov Klose."

 Chapter 231: Let Him Go to Millwall!

    <h4>Chapter 231: Let Him Go to Millwall!</h4>


    Diedelkopf received a staggering offer of ��100,000, sending shockwaves through the amateur club. The few administrative staff gathered in the club''s cramped office, curious about which wealthy benefactor would spend such a fortune to buy a yer and eager to catch a glimpse of him.


    In the reception area, Aldrich held a private conversation with Klose. Unlike yers from top clubs who often disy a snobbish attitude when a prestigious teames knocking, gleefully eager to show their worth, Klose maintained a refreshing indifference. He didn''te across as overly impressed, as if unbothered by the attention from a high-profile club.


    Klose was about to turn 19, having spent his time in an amateur club, giving him a grounded view of respect and status.


    The two talked enthusiastically at the reception, kicking off their conversation with football topics. Klose asked Aldrich numerous questions, including about Millwall and Aldrich''s experiences over the past three years.


    Then the focus shifted to Klose himself.


    At this amateur club, he clearly had little chance of experiencing the big stage. The training routinescked structure, and with yers being amateur, one could imagine the coaching quality was far from elite.


    Aldrich showcased attacking tactics using six or seven cupsid out on the table, captivating Klose, who watched in awe, his eyes wide and mouth agape.


    One formation after another, it seemed Aldrich could conjure endless attacking strategies with those cups. He wasn''t just using his hands; he was verbalizing the essence of each tactical variation and exining the role of every yer.


    Klose was amazed to witness this. In less than an hour, Aldrich hadpletely won over the young German-Polish talent.


    Their conversation naturally shifted to life in London, and Klose inquired about the living conditions and the team''s situation. Aldrich answered all his questions.


    Millwall was an international team with a distinctly German vor.


    Goalkeeper Butt, right-back Schneider, and midfielder Back��they weren''t typical "eminent" German yers but had quickly risen to be first-team stars at Millwall. If it weren''t for the stagnant German national team and the antiquated selection processes, these three undoubtedly had the talent for the national squad, even if they didn''t secure starting positions.


    With Klose joining Millwall, he wouldn''t feel isted in a foreignnd, as other "brothers" would help him integrate into the team.


    As they chatted, time slipped away unnoticed, and by evening, they exited the reception area.


    Stepping outside, Aldrich was taken aback to find a crowd gathered in the corridor. With the narrow passageway packed, it felt cramped.


    The Diedelkopf management had five people lined up against the wall, facing Andrew, while a middle-aged couple stood in the middle.


    Klose''s parents had arrived upon hearing the news, knowing this was a crucial moment for their son''s future!


    Klose''s father had yed football in France, making him extremely cautious about transfer deals.


    His mother, however, wore a worried expression, her eyes filled with reluctance as she looked at Klose, likely not wanting her son to leave the country.


    After all, it was hard for anyone to hold high expectations for a 19-year-old still ying in an amateur club.


    The Diedelkopf management, along with Andrew, had been persuading Klose''s parents to support his move to Millwall.


    Andrew was naturally looking out for his brother, while the management wanted to ensure the big deal didn''t fall through. If Klose rejected the transfer, they''d watch that ��100,000 opportunity slip away.


    With a smile, Aldrich approached Klose''s parents, shook hands, and introduced himself, briefly exining the benefits of the transfer for Klose.


    "Millwall is a young team; we offer more opportunities to young yers. Our star striker, Trezeguet, is only nine months older than Mirov, yet he quickly became renowned at Millwall within three years. I firmly believe Mirov can also be a top forward here."


    As soon as Aldrich finished, the five Diedelkopf management members nodded in unison, their expressions serious.


    Yes, yes, Klose should go to Millwall��he would be a top forward there. As parents, they couldn''t hold back their child''s future!


    "We have a well-established youth training system that will maximize Mirov''s potential and help him ovee any challenges he faces. Our elite medical team includes psychologists, nutritionists, and more; we''ll provide the best care for Mirov."


    Klose''s parents exchanged a nce, their expressions calming as they listened intently to Aldrich''s exnation.


    The five men nodded repeatedly in support of Aldrich''s statements.


    Indeed, Millwall is a Premier League champion team; they''re notparable to this amateur club. Your child will train on the best pitches, employ top fitness equipment, and receive guidance from professional coaches��imagine that! Nutritionists and psychologists! If you don''t let Klose go, it''s your loss!


    "Mirsv will turn 19 next week; he should take the chance to experience this new journey. Regardless of whether he ys, this experience will enrich his life��it''s a valuable opportunity. At Millwall, he''ll meet many talented peers his age from around the world, expanding his horizons and learning about different cultures. Please allow him to join us at Millwall; if I can''t bring him to London, it would be a regret in my life."


    The management nodded heavily once again.


    Yes, he must go!


    The Diedelkopf management fixated their gaze intensely on Klose''s parents.


    "Please, let him go!"


    "Otherwise, we won''t be able to get this huge sum of money!"


    Touched by Aldrich''s genuine sincerity, Klose''s parents softened.


    His father, Joseph, understood Aldrich''s intention well.


    A yer''s growth isn''t solely based on hard work and talent; the right environment and proper guidance are vital.


    Watching Klose at 19 still stuck in an amateur club weighed heavily on Joseph''s heart. But today, Aldrich, a young and promising coach from Ennd, personally came to negotiate the transfer and sincerely persuade them, signaling his strong belief in Klose''s future.


    With Aldrich''s stature, a ��100,000 transfer didn''t require his personal involvement.


    But he came, which reflected respect and earnestness.


    Through their brief interaction, Aldrich discerned that Klose valued family immensely. Thus, he engaged sincerely with Klose''s parents, working hard to convince them.


    Before this, Aldrich didn''t know anything about Klose''s parents, yet unexpectedly he learned that Klose''s father previously yed for Auxerre in France.


    "Auxerre? So, you yed under Mr. Guy Roux?"


    Joseph nodded. "That''s right; you know him, don''t you?"


    Aldrich smiled and nodded. "Yes, although I only knew him for a year, we kept in touch. Last summer, we watched the European Championship together, and a few months ago, when I took my team to France, we spoke on the phone. He''s a great guy and an aplished coach."


    Joseph looked at Aldrich and then asked, "May I seek his advice on this matter?"


    Aldrich nodded with a smile.


    This was a perfectly normal situation��it''s usual for a father with a yer background to seek insight from a former boss, showcasing a parent''s careful consideration for their child''s future.


    After Joseph made the call, he returned as if rejuvenated, walking up to Aldrich with a bright expression. "He wanted me to send his regards to you."


    After saying that, he turned to his son and asked, "Do you want to go to London?"


    Klose looked at his parents for a moment before finally nodding. "Yes."


    Joseph reached out to Aldrich, saying, "Please hold my child to high standards."


    Aldrich shook his hand, smiling, "I will!"


    After their handshake, Aldrich leaned in and asked quietly, "Can you tell me what Guy Roux said to you?"


    Josephughed heartily. "He told me to never underestimate you just because you''re young. Among all the coaches he knows, you are one of the best at developing young talent."


    Aldrich chuckled and then walked over to shake hands with each member of the Diedelkopf management.


    The five members beamed with joy, knowing the deal was done, and it felt like waiting for a celebration with drums and flowers.


    ��100,000��more than their annual ie!


    Such good fortune was second only to the time they drew Bayern in the domestic cup!


    Apanied by the club management, the Hall brothers enjoyed a delightful two days in Kaiserutern.


    With the transfer of Klose settled, Aldridge added a total of four forwards to the team. However, Klose would not be joining the first team for the new season, unless both of the main strikers were injured. Aldrich knew he needed to be patient with Klose and take the time to develop him in every aspect.


    Andrew had to say goodbye to Aldrich.


    He needed to travel to Spain to take part in a transfer deal firsthand.


    Barcelona is undergoing a managerial change this summer, and the question of Ronaldo''s future has alsoe to the forefront. Since April, from club officials to Ronaldo himself and his agent, the messages shared in the media have been unambiguous: Barcelona has no intention of offering Ronaldo a pay rise or a contract extension. Ronaldo is not untouchable; whoever has the money can take him away!


    The battle for the alien was quietly ramping up, and Barcelona had already begun searching for Ronaldo''s sessor to prepare in advance.


    Being Rivaldo''s agent, Andrew inevitably found himself caught in the ensuing whirlwind.


    N��?ez invited Andrew to secretly meet in Barcelona.


    Initially, Aldrich thought Barcelona was after a Millwall yer, but reconsidered and dismissed the idea.


    This was due to the fact that all Millwall key yer contract extensions had been officially announced, and the media immediately picked up on the news, dampening other clubs'' intentions to poach.


    Andrew understood that the information hade through intermediaries in Spain, instantly realizing what they wanted to discuss with him.


    Rivaldo had an outstanding first season in La Liga. Though he didn''t score as many goals as Ronaldo, whoted 34 in the league, Rivaldo still managed to score 21 times for La Coru?a, proving his capability.


    Andrew had quite a few stars under his wing now. Rather than feeling drained by the travel, he was starting to enjoy this business.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich began his solo journey. With the first-team roster settled, it was time for him to focus on the youth team and the club''s future.

 Chapter 232: A Promise Between Men

    <h4>Chapter 232: A Promise Between Men</h4>


    From a young age, Aldrich navigated through various parts of Europe, growing ustomed to being on his own. However, now at the age of 21, after taking a long journey, he faced his first travel hardship in life.


    **Robbery!**


    Italy, Rome.


    Summer had arrived, yet Aldrich still donned a suit and carried a medium-sized travel bag as he walked the streets of Rome, asionally ncing down at the address written on a piece of paper in his hand.


    The weather was a bit hot, and he stood at a street corner, putting down his travel bag to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a tissue. He regretted not taking a taxi. After arriving in Italy by train, he had nned to walk for a while in Rome to get some exercise.


    The idea seemed good, but he overlooked the sweltering heat.


    Just as he was hesitating whether to hail a taxi for the remaining two kilometers, someone suddenly dashed past him from behind in the sparsely popted street, skillfully snatching the travel bag as they brushed against him.


    Aldrich was momentarily stunned and instinctively took off running after the thief.


    The kid who grabbed his bag looked young and wasn''t very fast. Aldrich felt confident: there was no doubt about his physical condition; he could easily outrun anyone! He could run a marathon and still not break a sweat!


    But in a sudden rush of adrenaline, the young master foolishly chased the thief into a narrow backstreet. The path was tight, and no one else was around. Aldrich had barely run ten meters when the kid stopped and turned around. Aldrich instantly sensed trouble and quickly pivoted to run back, only to be met with a sight that made him abandon all thoughts of resistance.


    Sure enough, the kid had aplices.


    Two people surrounded him, one in front and one behind, brandishing knives.


    Damn it!


    He had forgotten that even though this wasn''t Sicily, street crime rates were notoriously high here.


    Surrender it is.


    Aldrich''s legs felt a bit weak as he worried that an impulsive robber might stab him. So, he raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, not wanting to cry out and provoke the two young men.


    The two robbers held their knives, demanding Aldrich pull out his wallet and take off his watch, but they didn''t ask for his phone��probably because they didn''t see it or had no intention of taking it. After all, those things became outdated fast and were extremely cheap on the streets.


    "Hey, mafia man, do me a favor. I''ll give you all the money, but please keep my ID and wallet, okay?"


    Aldrich spoke in English but quickly realized they didn''t seem to understand. So, he repeated it in Italian, but before he could finish, the two guys grabbed his wallet, put on his watch, and ran away with his travel bag.


    "Fuck!"


    Aldrich reflexively chased after them for a few steps before dejectedly emerging from the alley, sitting alone on the curb, resting his head in his hands as he contemted what to do next.


    Should I call the police?


    With no money at all, he thought it best to pull out his phone and ask for help.


    Who should he call? Family? That would likely cause an uproar; all his family members might rush to Rome to fort" him.


    No need to blow things out of proportion.


    Maybe he should reach out to a friend instead.


    Just as he was about to dial Brady''s number, he noticed someone had appeared beside him. He turned his head and was met with a surprised gaze from a familiar face.


    "Mr. Hall?"


    "De Rossi! I''ve been searching for you everywhere!"


    Aldrich nearly cried from frustration.


    Standing next to him, looking astonished, was none other than the person he hade to Rome to find: Daniele De Rossi.


    Two years ago, the two had crossed paths, but De Rossi and his father didn''t think much of Aldrich, finding him to be a rather arrogant young man.


    But now, two yearster, Millwall not only had won the Premier League but also made quite a name for themselves in Europeanpetitions.


    Most importantly, under Aldrich''s leadership, yers like Zambrotta, Materazzi, Pirlo, and Gattuso had all flourished. Even though Toni hadn''t yet found sess, introducing five Italian yers and seeing four develop significantly was already an incredible feat, reflecting Aldrich''s capabilities.


    Thus, the De Rossi family began to pay attention to Aldrich, especially young De Rossi, who was captivated by Millwall''s style of football.


    Now, Aldrich couldn''t help but chuckle in disbelief. He was looking for De Rossi, and out of nowhere, he got robbed on the way, only to have De Rossi appear as if he had fallen from the sky.


    What kind of magic was this?


    "Uh, what are you doing here?" Aldrich asked, somewhat incredulously.


    De Rossi pointed in the distance, saying, "I live over there. I was on my way home, and I pass by here almost every day."


    Aldrich blinked, letting out a sigh.


    "What happened to you?"


    Feeling a bit embarrassed, Aldrich sat down and admitted, "I got robbed."


    De Rossi joined him on the curb and shrugged, "That happens. If you''d had a few friends with you, the odds of getting robbed in a secluded area would have been lower. Do you need help?"


    "What can you do for me? Call the police? Forget it, I don''t want to go to the station. It''s just a formality."


    De Rossi looked skyward for a moment, speaking casually, "What did they steal from you?"


    "My travel bag, wallet, and watch. The money doesn''t matter; I just want my ID and credit cards. Oh, I almost forgot! Hang on, I need to call and freeze my cards."


    Aldrich quickly dialed the bank and froze a few cards that were in his wallet.


    "If it''s just the documents you want back, that might not be a big deal. If it''s anything else of little value, then it''s a matter of luck," De Rossi said.


    "Why luck?"


    "Because it''s not worth anything; it was probably already discarded."


    "Do you know any robbers around here?"


    "Well, let''s just say I have some connections. May I use your phone?"


    Aldrich obediently handed his phone to De Rossi. After making a call and chatting for a while, De Rossi returned the phone and said, "Now, we wait."


    Aldrich looked around before his gaze returned to De Rossi. After a moment of observation, he smiled and said, "You''ve grown a lot in these two years. Hehe, you''ve really transformed; you don''t look like a kid anymore as you did when west met."


    De Rossi studied Aldrich and asked, "Mr. Hall, I''m curious. Why did you want me on your team when I was still a ''kid'' in your eyes? Your team clearly needs yers in their prime."


    "Aldridge sighed and said, ''But I can''t afford stars; I can only develop them myself. You may not believe this, but I have a video on my desk of you ying for a Romamunity team as a kid. .I have a brother who is an agent - you met him, came here with me two years ago - and you are one of the gems that he found. Your potential and belief in your future, so I want to take you to London so that you can grow up to be a leading figure at Millwall."


    De Rossi''s eyes widened in disbelief. "You wanted me to be captain?"


    Aldrich waved his hand dismissively. "Not necessarily. Being a captain isn''t just about skill; it requires various qualities like influence, unity, charisma, fighting spirit, and role modeling. The strength isn''t the only standard. What I mean by ''leading figure'' is that, well, in around seven to eight years, you could be a benchmark for yers your age��others would aspire to surpass you, and it would be an honor for them to match your skill level. It involves some leadership, too."


    De Rossi stroked his chin curiously and asked, "You think so highly of me?"


    "Don''t you believe you can be a great yer?"


    "Of course! I dream about it, but it''s rare for someone to say that to me. Mr. Hall, I think you''re amazing."


    Aldrich was used to receivingpliments from others, but being praised face-to-face by the young De Rossi made him feel awkward.


    He chuckled awkwardly and asked, "Why do you say that? Just two years ago, the Italian media was mocking me."


    De Rossi replied lightly, "In two years, the trophies you''ve led Millwall to win are equivalent to half of what Roma has achieved in its 70-year history."


    Aldrich scratched his head, feeling a bit shy.


    In its 70 years, Roma only had two league championships, seven domestic cup championships, along with a former UEFA Cup title.


    Although Aldrich''s five trophies didn''t include a major domestic cup, the back-to-back FA Cup wins and the Premier League and European Winners'' Cup titles were still highly esteemed.


    "Ah, it''s nothing, really. Media outside the UK says thepetition in Ennd is weak. Millwall winning titles only shows the decline of traditional powerhouse teams; it doesn''t mean we''re particrly strong."


    "Is that so? Last season, Manchester United made it to the semifinals of the Champions League, and Millwall eliminated the perennial European semifinalist Paris Saint-Germain in the semifinals of the European Winners'' Cup, then beat Barcelona in the finals. I watched all those matches; Millwall is strong! The games were incredibly passionate, making your blood boil."


    "Aldrich''s eyes shifted as he tentatively asked, ''Are you interested ining to Millwall for football training?''


    De Rossi turned to look at him, a teasing smile on his face, and replied, ''You just want me to go to London for football training?''"


    Aldrich frowned at the clever kid.


    "Honestly, the reason I came to find you today is that I want you to join the Millwall youth team. If you''re willing, when you turn 16, I will offer you a professional contract. As long as you''remitted, there will always be a ce for you at Millwall. You can even retire there if you want..."


    "In the end, Aldridge''s expression became a little helpless.


    De Rossi asked curiously: "What''s wrong?"


    Aldrich sighed, "I hope to turn Millwall into a super club, but many yersck the patience and confidence. I''m willing to give them everything I have, but every year, someone leaves me. It feels like, well, after spending time preparing a feast, waiting for the woman I love toe and taste it, she just says ''Thanks'' and asks me to leave, inviting another man to enjoy the meal with her..."


    De Rossi burst outughing, uncontrobly amused.


    Aldrich gazed up at the clouds in the sky, wondering: who could walk with him to the end?


    There would be no answers to that question now; only time held the answer.


    De Rossi stood up, dusting off his pants, and said, "Mr. Hall, I''ve made up my mind. I''m going to Millwall. Are you thirsty? I''ll buy you a bottle of water. When you have money, treat me to a big meal."


    Aldrich was taken aback. It wasn''t until De Rossi crossed the street to buy a drink from the store opposite that he came to his senses, opened his arms and shouted: "Hey, boy, you''d better not go back on your word!" This is a promise between men! ''"


    He was genuinely worried the kid was just messing with him.


    De Rossi turned back with a frown. "Stop that; it looks silly! Don''t worry, I''m not joking. You, just robbed��can we not talk about ''men'' right now?"


    Aldrich was rendered speechless,pletely stunned.

 Chapter 233: A Journey Begins

    <h4>Chapter 233: A Journey Begins</h4>


    Aldrich and De Rossi sat by the roadside, chatting while holding bottles of mineral water.


    De Rossi shared with Aldrich that originally this summer, he nned to try out for a local amateur club in Rome, hoping to kickstart his professional career there.


    Aldrich fervently shook his head, stating with conviction, "Although you''ll just be turning 14 this summer, getting proper training early on will greatly impact your future. The training systems of amateur clubs and professional clubs arepletely different."


    Ultimately, he was worried that De Rossi might backtrack, as his words subtly hinted: going to Millwall is truly the best choice!


    They waited on the street for nearly three hours. Just as dusk was settling in, a young man approached from a distance, carrying Aldrich''s travel bag. He walked up to De Rossi, tossed the bag to him, greeted him, and turned to leave.


    "Is this yours?"


    De Rossi handed the travel bag back to Aldrich, who nodded in response.


    As Aldrich opened the bag, he noticed that his neatly packed clothes had been rummaged through. His important documents were untouched in theirpartment, but he couldn''t find his wallet.


    "Is your wallet valuable?" De Rossi asked.


    Hearing De Rossi''s question, Aldrich suddenly realized that his wallet was indeed branded and quite pricey.


    He sighed, not so much for the wallet, but because it contained an old family photo taken when he was eleven, back when he lived in an old house in East London.


    The camera that was supposed to be inside the travel bag was also missing, leaving only the film behind.


    How considerate of those robbers to return all the things that had no value.


    Aldrich hoisted the travel bag, turned to De Rossi, and said, "I need to head to the bank for a bit. You go on home; I know where you live. I''ll catch a ride overter."


    De Rossi nodded, wanting to get home to inform his father about his decision.


    They parted ways temporarily.


    While Aldrich lost his wallet, he still had his documents, and since they were in Rome, he knew that his bank had a local branch, making it easy for him to rece the card and withdraw some cash.


    By the time hepleted these errands, it was already 7 PM. He took a ride to De Rossi''s house.


    As he stepped out of the car, he overheard an argument between De Rossi and his father, which made Aldrich uneasy.


    De Rossi was standing at the threshold, half of his body out the door, with his father firmly gripping his travel bag and an angry expression on his face.


    "Rome, Rome, you always say my future belongs to Rome! But I''m about to turn 14, and has any coach from the Roma ever invited me? No! Don''t impose your loyalty onto me!"


    "No, no, no, you will get noticed by Rome, you absolutely will! Even if you don''t want to y for an amateur team, you don''t have to go to Ennd!"


    "Why not? Mr. Hall has pursued me for two years, and his sincerity touches me far more than your ims about Rome! Today he even got robbed whileing to find me!"


    Old De Rossi was momentarily stunned, suddenly noticing Aldrich standing off to the side.


    Aldrich felt awkward, like an intruder intruding on a family dispute.


    He stepped forward and said to young De Rossi, "Daniele, let''s cool down. Your father has your best interests at heart; let''s all talk it out calmly."


    Father and son both eased up a bit and invited Aldrich inside.


    Old De Rossi wore a troubled expression as his gaze shifted ufortably between Aldrich and his son.


    From time to time, he nced at his son, whose countenance was cold and defiant.


    "Mr. Hall, why do you value my son so much?"


    Setting aside his fatherly background, Old De Rossi didn''t think his son had any extraordinary talent.


    This wasmon; many superstar yers don''t show their immense talents from the moment they start ying.


    Some yers might only reach a significant level at 15 or 17, quickly gaining fame, especially those who don''t shine with foot skills. In contrast, Latin yers, or those with a focus on footwork, often gain recognition sooner, like many South American yers or Joe Cole from Millwall''s youth team.


    Most young yers who be famous do so because of their natural talent and technical abilities.


    yers like Nedved and Back only begin to show how remarkable they are after aprehensive assessment of their abilities, but before turning 18, they often seem rather unremarkable.


    De Rossi was among those yers; his foot skills were not shy, his physique still developing, and hecked the ability to read the game��his prominent traits were not so obvious.


    Aldrich had half lied about what he told De Rossi earlier.


    He indeed had footage of De Rossi ying for a localmunity team in Rome, but only watching 12- or 13-year-old De Rossi y wouldn''t lead many coaches to see him as anything special.


    For this reason, even though Old De Rossi was a yer for Roma, the lower-tier youth teams hadn''t opened their doors for young De Rossi yet.


    Italy''s youth training system is rtively well-structured, partly due to their restrictions on foreign yers. For example, Juventus has 11 teams across various age groups beneath their senior team, Inter Mn has 10, and Roma has 8!


    Young yers in the U14 and U16 teams, if they disy exceptional skill and ball control early on, will get snatched up by lower-tier youth teams.


    Of course, Roma has teams for De Rossi''s age group, but the youth team currently isn''t interested in him.


    He''ll only be noticed by Roma''s youth teams when he grows a bit older and showcases betterprehensive skills than his peers.


    Now, those "gifted yers" his age don''t really stand out, and as talented as they may seem, they tend to focus too much on their foot skills, neglecting other aspects of their development. As they grow up, they may continue to y well but end up ying static football. In thepetitive environment of senior team games, these yers often have minimal ball touches because what is needed is not exceptional foot skills but a better understanding of positioning and body dueling to stand out in overallpetency.


    It''s like street ser performers can showcase dazzling "ball ying" skills, but can they y professional ser? Probably not, as they may struggle to protect themselves and could get injured after just a few matches.


    "Mr. De Rossi, are you familiar with Millwall?"


    Aldrich fell silent for a moment; he didn''t want toment too much on the talent of young De Rossi, as it would sound insincere, especially if asked specific detailster, wherein he would have no answer.


    Should he say that De Rossi''s football skills are more impressive?


    Or that his physical attributes are superior?


    Or something else?


    No matter which aspect he emphasized, there were plenty of youths outperforming De Rossi.


    Old De Rossi nodded, "Two years ago, I started paying attention to Millwall, and you''ve achieved quite an impressive record."


    Aldrich waved his hand, "No, you misunderstood. I''m not bragging about my achievements; I just want to ask, now that you have some knowledge about Millwall, what do you think of the talents of Nedved, Back, and Lampard?"


    Old De Rossi frowned. These three yers came from different countries but didn''t have standout ying styles.


    This meant that their skills in defense, organization, and attack, whenpared individually, had peers who surpass them if we were to rate out of ten. They might have an average score of 8, but not one of them would achieve a perfect score in any category.


    Yet, precisely such yers made Millwall''s midfield extraordinarily strong, excelling in both attacking and defensive aspects.


    Moreover, all three had foot skills that certainly weren''t dazzling.


    Seeing the silence from Old De Rossi, Aldrich knew he began to grasp the point he wanted to make.


    "To other coaches, their talents might be rated just fine before their achievements, but to me, they are geniuses and future temtes for football yers. At least at Millwall, two yers have already proven their worth. You can say Nedved ys without ir, but no one can deny his significance to the team. You can say Back sometimes goes unnoticed in midfield, but he has truly strengthened my team''s midfield. Here, 14-year-old De Rossi seems no different than other kids, but in my eyes, he has the potential to be a core yer for a team��a key figure who is indispensable. Thus, I want to take him to London, train him personally, and help him discover potential that hasn''t been uncovered yet."


    Old De Rossi closed his eyes in contemtion. After a while, he opened them to look at his son, who stood defiantly with his chin raised.


    "Well, let him go to Millwall for training."


    Old De Rossi''s n likely involved letting his son receive football training and return to Roma once hepleted it.


    Aldrich could guess Old De Rossi''s thoughts but chose not to confront him about it.


    When De Rossi turns 16, Millwall would offer him a professional contract directly. Even if Italian clubs showed interest, they couldn''t sign him for a professional contract until he was 16. By the time De Rossi turned 18, he would have already spent four years in London, and loyalty must be mutual. A yer''s loyalty to a club should be matched by the club''s sincerity to the yer.


    As the saying goes, "A gentleman treats a gentleman with respect."


    Old De Rossi showed a keen interest in the three yers Aldrich mentioned and invited him to stay overnight at their ce, leading to a deep discussion on the topic.


    Aldrich borated on the notion of "blurring and diversifying yer roles," a trend for football''s future.


    The next morning, Aldrich and young De Rossi left Rome together.


    Both carrying travel bags, they set off aspanions.


    Now that young De Rossi had no trials to attend, and Aldrich was alone, he decided to take the kid along on his journey.


    With yers like Van der Meyde, Gudjohnsen, Klose, and now De Rossi by his side, Aldrich felt confident and buoyant as he traveled during the summer, enjoying every sess along the way.


    He eagerly continued to scout for more promising stars from Italy.


    However, after a week of setbacks, Aldrich faced constant rejections and discouragement.


    Sitting on the train to Florence, he rested his chin on his hand, sighing deeply.


    De Rossi sipped his juice and, seeing Aldrich being hit hard, couldn''t help but take a jab: "Haha, those clubs aren''t even paying attention to you!"


    Aldrich rubbed his temples and sighed, "It''s entirely expected. I was mentally prepared for this before I came; it''s just the contrast is too stark."


    In reality, Aldrich had been visiting top-tier clubs in Italy over the past week.


    His target yers weren''t amateurs.


    Yet they were all quite young.


    During this period, Italy had many outstanding young yers. Old Maldini''s Italian youth team won three consecutive European Championships, with yers from the 92, 94, and 96 generations, many of whom would shine on elite stages in the following fifteen years. These yers were spread across top-tier or prestigious clubs in Italy. Aldrich had been too ambitious in trying to recruit from these teams, leading to constant failures.


    But not every team was unwilling to let yers go; they simply asked for exorbitant fees.


    For instance, the deal with Pirlo selling to Millwall for over a million pounds was deemed a pretty good business for Brescia at the time since they were in a position to profit. Even though it was a high-profile transfer, it wasn''t considered excessively expensive in 1995 since Pirlo was exceptionally young and had yet to prove himself.


    However, two yearster, everyone thought Brescia had made a grave mistake; a yer sold for just over a million pounds suddenly had his price tag skyrocket by at least five times.


    Thus, when Aldrich engaged with top clubs in Italy, their asking prices started at no less than three million pounds for yers they were willing to sell.


    If it were Nesta or Buffon for three million, Aldrich would absolutely pay up, but it wasn''t likely they would sell. Even if they did, Aldrich would have to pay seven to eight times that amount.


    What ��3 million can buy is usually yers with little to no future like Baramb and Satero. Come on, Aldridge would rather take the money and enjoy life. At least he knew it was money well spent.

 Chapter 234: Cristiano Ronaldo

    <h4>Chapter 234: Cristiano Ronaldo</h4>


    Aldrich took De Rossi on a leisurely tour through the mountains and valleys, making the trip enjoyable and easing his mindset. He thought, even if he could only recruit a couple of potential stars, it would be worth it; if not, He wouldn''t worry too much about it - gaining something and losing something is just part of life.


    The big clubs either shut him out or tried to squeeze him for cash, viewing him as an easy target. Instead of visiting Fiorentina in Florence, Aldrich made his way to the small town of Fiesole to meet with the amateur club, Rondine.


    His goal was clear��snatch up the 16-year-old Andrea Barzagli.


    Although Millwall had significantly cut back on the weekly wages they offered to young yers, Aldrich still wanted to provide at least ��500 a week for any promising talent. For Barzagli, who was on an amateur contract and barely getting by, that was a tempting offer.


    In the current state of international transfer rules, Aldrich technically didn''t have to pay a dime to Rondine since Barzagli had an amateur contract and was still young, meaning there was no legal obligation. Yet, Aldrich, acting on good conscience, offered them ��100,000 for training fees, which elevated his status to VIP at the club.


    After a two-hour conversation with Barzagli, he instructed him to head straight to London to report to the team, assuring him that the club would handle everything else. All Barzagli needed to do was board a ne to London.


    Having spent nearly ten days in Italy, Aldrich felt excited overall. Sure, he faced numerous setbacks that brought him down, but acquiring both De Rossi and Barzagli was something to be grateful for.


    As they drove to Florence Airport, De Rossi, sporting a cap and holding a camera, turned to Aldrich and asked, "Are we going to London?"


    Aldrich opened the European map in his hands and shook his head, "London? No, not yet. We''re flying to France."


    De Rossi perked up, "Great! I''ve never been to France!"


    "Ha, I''ll take you around all the major countries in Europe��well, except Germany."


    For the next month, Aldrich and De Rossi did a whirlwind tour of France, then headed south to Spain, and finally made their way to Portugal.


    Throughout the journey, Aldrich faced rejection after rejection, but there were still some wins along the way.


    In eastern France, in the town of Audincourt, he signed the 16-year-old Benoit Pedretti.


    Aldridge crossed paths with Auxerre coach Guy Roux when he met with financially strapped Philippe Mexes in Toulouse. Rue has been watching Mexes keenly and is interested in bringing him on board. However, Millwall''s offer was much better and Rooks decided to step aside out of friendship with Aldridge. As a result, Millwall signed the 14-year-old Mexes and even provided him with a year''s sry from his apprenticeship contract in advance to support his family. After arriving in London, the club ensured his living arrangements so that Mexes could devote himself to training without any distractions.


    During his travels through France, Aldrich bumped into quite a few familiar faces. In Toulon, while negotiating the transfer of 16-year-old Sebastian Squici with a local club, he got a call from Monaco''s coach Tigana, expressing interest in the young yer. Aldrich, acting like a gentleman, exined the situation to Squici: "You can choose between Monaco and Millwall."


    Squici didn''t think much and directly asked Aldridge for the contract.


    Who knows when Monaco will actuallye to Toulon to pick him up? By then, who can say whether Tigana will still be in power?


    Millwall is simple. Their head coach was present in person and the contract was finalized. It would be ridiculous not to sign.


    After leaving France, Aldrich headed to Spain, where he signed only two yers but spent more time there, working hard to convince them.


    One of them was Xabi Alonso, who was about to sign with a lower-tier Spanish team, Eibar.


    Just shy of turning 16, Alonso had spent some of his early years at Barcelona, where he made several friends, including Arteta. However, he didn''t carry the distinct Barcelona mark because that was all from before he turned ten, and there were hundreds, if not thousands, of kids trained there during that time.


    The challenge in convincing Alonso stemmed from his Basque heritage. His brother yed for a team in the Basque region, and most of Alonso''s family believed he should follow in his brother''s footsteps and y for a Basque team.


    Aldrich put in a tremendous effort, showing 300% sincerity before Alonso agreed to go to London.


    The situation was somewhat simr to that of De Rossi.


    At this age, Alonso wasn''t particrly quick, nor was he extraordinarily skillful, which made it difficult to spot any remarkable talent among his peers.


    Eibar or the Premier League champions, Millwall?


    In the end, Alonso chose thetter.


    The other young Spanish yer Aldrich signed was Vicente, who wouldter earn the title "King of the Left nk" at Valencia.


    Having just turned 16 in mid-July, Vicente was considering an offer from Levante at the time Millwall entered the fray.


    Aldrich personally visited Vicente to convince him to join Millwall.


    As his European tour came to a close, Aldrich arrived in Portugal in early July, sending a relishing De Rossi back to London while he began to make his purchases in this small country.


    He secured 18-year-old Paulo Ferreira for ��300,000 for Millwall.


    Another 17-year-old, Miguel, cost the club ��200,000.


    With these transfersplete, Aldrich packed his bags and dressed formally in a suit with a neat haircut, ready for the nned acquisition of the final yer.


    Portugal��the edge of Europe, Madeira Ind��the edge of Portugal, and Funchal��the edge of Madeira.


    Aldrich arrived at a rundown area on the fringe of the ind: the Santo Antonio neighborhood.


    Like every glitzy city, this neighborhood had its dark and shabby sides, and Santo Antonio was no exception��a dpidated and deserted area.


    The streets were filled with drunks, and outside every door Aldrich passed were piles of empty alcohol bottles.


    He felt no discrimination against the locals, but the impression these people made on him reminded him of an old saying: "Poverty breeds cunning folk."


    Even the teenage boys eyed him like wolves watching their prey. If Aldrich showed even a hint of fear, they would band together to rob him.


    But Aldrich strode through without batting an eye, appearing confident and like a seasoned traveler.


    Eventually, he stopped in front of an old house.


    The roof was askew, the paint on the door had long peeled off, yet the small yard was overgrown with various flowers and nts.


    Aldrich walked up to the door and knocked gently. After a moment, a middle-aged woman opened the door, her worn face looking older than her years.


    "Sir, who are you looking for?"


    Seeing Aldrich''s attire, she spoke coldly, her eyes filled with suspicion.


    Perhaps, in her eyes, he resembled a government employee.


    She had her issues with local authorities; had she not made a scene, she would probably have nowhere to shelter her family of six.


    "Is this Mrs. Dolores?"


    "Mrs.? Ah, yes, I am. May I ask who you are?"


    Dolores didn''t expect such a formal introduction, and while surprised, she sensed that Aldrichcked the haughtiness associated with the powerful. Instead, he left a steady and reliable impression.


    Aldrich introduced himself, "I am a coach from London, Ennd, representing Millwall, and I''m also the owner of the club. I came by today to discuss signing your son."


    Upon hearing this, Dolores hurriedly opened the door wider, inviting Aldrich in. Flustered, she began tidying up the living room, repeatedly apologizing for the humble state of her home. Compared to Aldrich''s stylish Armani outfit, her space felt even more shabby.


    After she poured him some water, Aldrich took a beautifully bound brochure from his briefcase. The cover prominently disyed a photo of Millwall''s club office.


    He handed the brochure to Dolores, saying softly, "Please take a look at my club''s introduction. I''m not sure if you''ve heard of Millwall, but if you have any doubts about who I am or what I''m saying, feel free to ask anyone familiar with the football world. I have plenty of time."


    Dolores took the brochure and murmured, "Millwall? Millwall? That sounds familiar..."


    She got up and went into another room, returning with a stack of old newspapers and magazines. After some digging, she pulled out a Portuguese newspaper, showing it to Aldrich. "Is this the Millwall you''re talking about?"


    Aldrich looked at the paper, which was probably two months old, featuring a report on Millwall''s treble win with a cover photo of them lifting the European Cup.


    Aldrich nodded and said, "Yes, unfortunately, this cover image is toorge. I''m standing at the far left of the group, but you probably can''t see me clearly."


    Dolores took a look again, but couldn''t spot the young man on the far left, who was wearing just a shirt and trousers without a suit jacket.


    However, after putting down the paper, she pulled out a magazine from the pile, focused on the cover, and turned to Aldrich with a smile, "Now I see, your name is Aldrich Hall."


    With that, she handed the magazine to Aldrich.


    This magazine was also an old one, publishedst month, likely with little influence in Portugal. It featured a pirated cover from the UK''s "442" magazine, which was clearly infringing copyright, but Aldrich couldn''t help but feel thankful for the bootleg material.


    On the cover, the lower half disyed three trophies��the FA Cup, the Premier League, and the European Cup��while the upper half featured Aldrich looking sharp, arms crossed and smiling slightly, capturing the young coach''s piercing eyes and yful grin perfectly.


    After Aldrich set the magazine aside, his identity was confirmed without question, putting him at ease about being suspected of being a fraud.


    "Mr. Hall, which of my sons is your club interested in?" Dolores asked with a more serious and anxious tone.


    Aldrich replied solemnly, "I''m here for your youngest son, Cristiano Ronaldo!"

 Chapter 235: Commitment

    <h4>Chapter 235: Commitment</h4>


    If we were to list the names of every football superstar in the world and trace their lives from start to finish, we would find that over 90% of these giants have a tale of perseverance and struggle.


    Ten years from now, fans of Cristiano Ronaldo could rattle off countless praises for him, while detractors would have their share of criticisms as well.


    However, before Ronaldo rose to fame, his journey deserves universal respect and admiration.


    In this era of scouting for talent, how could Aldrich forget this Portuguese star?


    When Andrew''spany was founded, Aldrich quickly shared Ronaldo''s name and some basic information with him, asking him to help in the search.


    Unlike Messi, who is from Argentina''s secondrgest city, Ronaldo hails from an incredibly remote ce in Europe��on the very edge of the continent. If not for Ronaldo''s inclusion in the national team''s youth ranks and Andrew''s scouts having established awork in Portugal six months prior, Aldrich might have struggled to find this raw gem living in dire conditions.


    Though it might not strictly qualify as a slum, Ronaldo''s neighborhood resembles his own childhood home: humble and rundown, yet vibrant. Amidst a decaying environment, flowers tended by his parents bring hope to their lives.


    Since Aldrich handpicked Ronaldo, Andrew''s scouts conducted thorough research while gathering information in the area.


    The neighborhood was abysmal, devoid of any positive influence. Neighbors were drunks, and the youth were lost in despair. Even Ronaldo''s friends and family sumbed to the demons that crushed their spirits.


    His brother struggled with addiction.


    Some of his teammates on the national team were also involved in drug use.


    Despite his family''s financial struggles, with Ronaldo being thin and frail, he relentlessly pursued his football dreams, unaffected by the decline around him; he showed maturity beyond what one would expect from a 12-year-old.


    While Cristiano Ronaldo''s mother Dolores was leafing through a Millwall Football Club brochure, his father Dinis returned home. Dinis currently works as a groundskeeper for local amateur team Antonio Football Club and helped Cristiano enter the club for training at the age of seven. Two years ago, Ronaldo was selected by Clube Desportivo Nacional. The price paid by the club was only two new sets of jerseys and sneakers worth 600 euros.


    Of course, this does not mean that 10-year-old Cristiano Ronaldo was valued at 600 euros. At his age, clubs couldn''t legally bind him; this was merely a customary practice to maintain good rtions between clubs. It''s simr to how Aldrich might offer a nominal transfer fee to some amateur teams. Legally speaking, Aldrich could have signed yers like Klose and Barzagli for free since, even if Klose was already 18, his contract was still an amateur one, and the buyout fee wouldn''t exceed 10,000 pounds.


    After Dinis introduced himself to Aldrich, he and Dolores sat down with great seriousness, examining the Millwall FC brochure.


    Although Dinis had limited abilities working as a groundskeeper and part-time gardener, his ie was meager. From the moment Ronaldo could walk, Dinis would train him in football whenever there was an opportunity. The influence of his father on Ronaldo''s football journey left deep, indelible marks in his memory.


    They read about the significant transformations at Millwall FC over thest three years under Aldrich''s leadership��breaking records in the English League and entering the Premier League, bing the second team in English history to win both the league and FA Cup in one season, and the first-ever treble winner epassing the league, FA Cup, and Europeanpetitions.


    Although Millwall might not have the same resounding fame in Portugal as Real Madrid does in Latin regions, it was enough to impress the couple, making them believe that Millwall was indeed a remarkable club.


    After some discussion, Dinis revealed his concerns: "Mr. Hall, to be honest, I genuinely wish for my son to join Millwall for football training. The environment there is exceptional, with so many top-notch facilities, nutritionists, doctors, and professional coaches. That''s what I want my son to have. But we simply cannot afford the costs of living abroad."


    Aldrich calmly retrieved a document from his briefcase and handed it to them, saying gently, "Please take a look at this."


    Dinis and Dolores examined the document together. After fifteen minutes of reviewing, their astonishment was palpable.


    "Five hundred thousand pounds! You''re offering us five hundred thousand pounds?! Why? Are you trying to buy my son?"


    Dinis expression shifted, caught between shock and a rising panic fueled by his spections.


    Dolores tightly squeezed her husband''s hand, shaking her head slightly, as if she genuinely believed Aldrich was trying to buy their son.


    Aldrich, stillposed, asked, "Sir, Madam, may I ask you a question? Do you believe Cristiano Ronaldo will be a professional football yer?"


    Dinis nodded vigorously, answering loudly, "Yes! Definitely! Everyone who has seen him y praises him endlessly!"


    "A star yer?"


    "Absolutely!"


    "Will he be one of the greatest stars in the world?"


    "That..."


    Although Dinis firmly believed in Ronaldo''s potential, he hesitated to confidently dere how high he would seed.


    "He will!"


    As Aldrich stated this with unwavering conviction, the couple stared in disbelief at the young man before them.


    Aldrich said with utmost seriousness, "But for him to be a superstar, he will need to put in ten or a hundred times the effort of an average person! He will also need the strength of his family, supervision, and proper guidance! This money isn''t about me buying your son; it''s about freeing you from financial worries so you can dedicate all your energy to nurturing him. This way, he can focus on ying football without concerns for his parents or siblings! Use this money to buy your own house, open a shop��create an environment where we can work together to nurture his talent. If you''re open to it, I can also provide funds for your older children''s schooling and help that unfortunate child battling addiction get the treatment he needs."


    Dinis felt a surge of emotion; it took a while for him to turn and look at his wife, only to see Dolores in tears.


    Every day, they yearned for Ronaldo to grow up, achieve sess, and change their impoverished lives.


    But before that day arrived, help came knocking at their door.


    In any case, it was their youngest son who brought this change.


    "We should move to Ennd," Dinis said, embracing his wife softly.


    Dolores shook her head, refusing. With a choked voice, she replied, "No, let him learn to be independent! He can''t always be reliant on us; he needs to experience life on his own to grow up quickly."


    Dinis hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then let''s stay in Portugal. We''ll listen to you and let him be independent."


    Aldrich, noticing the reluctance on Dinis''s face, interjected, "The club can cover his travel expenses back and forth between Portugal and Ennd every fortnight."


    "No! No! No! He can''te back! Absolutely not!"


    Emotion overwhelmed Dolores, causing her to cry out, releasing the pent-up feelings from the hardships they had endured.


    "He can''te back! He doesn''t belong here!"


    Dolores instinctively understood that theirmunity was filled with sin and degradation. Every day, she prayed that her youngest son wouldn''t go astray or fall into crime, that he wouldn''t be like his brother, caught in the grips of addiction.


    Most of the children who grew up alongside Cristiano were still not even 15, yet they were entirely ruined. Dolores feared that if Ronaldo returned, he might be influenced by those negative peers.


    Aldrich likely sensed the mother''s anguish and fell into a contemtive silence.


    Just then, Cristiano Ronaldo returned home.


    At 12 years old, Cristiano Ronaldo was scrawny yet already showing the faint outline of his future self. Sporting his curly hair and the Nacional jersey, he waspletely muddy, a testament to the intense training he had put in that day.


    Upon seeing his father holding his mother while she sobbed uncontrobly, he panicked. He grabbed a cup from the table and, facing Aldrich, shouted, "Who are you? You bastard!"


    It''s hard to imagine a 12-year-old boy standing up for his family with such conviction in front of his parents��this might be a glimpse of the fighting spirit that characterized Ronaldo''s future.


    "Enough!" Dinis scolded Ronaldo and then exined everything but omitted the offer of 500,000 pounds.


    Ronaldo became ted but when he learned that his parents wouldn''t be moving to London, his expression darkened. He stomped off into his room, shouting that he wasn''t going anywhere.


    Dolores wiped her tears and apologized to Aldrich, saying, "Mr. Hall, I''m sorry. He''s still just a child who can''t be away from his mother. I''ll talk to him."


    Once she finished speaking, Dolores entered Ronaldo''s room. The acoustics in the room were terrible, and the mother and son ended up bickering at first. Ronaldo''s voice faded away gradually, but ultimately, he gave Aldrich a rather unfriendly stare.


    In doing so, they scrutinized Aldrich''s appearance and finally realized he was quite a prominent figure.


    "You... You''re Aldrich Hall?"


    Aldrich nodded solemnly. Before Ronaldo could ask further, he leaned down to meet the boy''s gaze and said softly, "Cristiano Ronaldo, answer me this: do you believe you can bring happiness to your family?"


    Ronaldo was taken aback but soon straightened his chest and dered, "Of course! I''ll make a lot of money ying football in the future!"


    "When will that be?"


    "18 years old! No, 17! No, 15! I''ll definitely be a star yer by 15!"


    Ronaldo beamed with confidence.


    Aldrich nodded, "So what can you do for your family in the three years leading up to your 15th birthday?"


    Ronaldo was suddenly at a loss for words, his expression darkening.


    Dolores felt for her son and wanted to speak, but Dinis pressed her hand down, shaking his head seriously.


    Aldrich ced a hand on Ronaldo''s shoulder and said firmly, "You think you''re already an adult and a man. That''s good, and I won''t treat you like a child. Let''s make a deal."


    Ronaldo looked up, intrigued. "What kind of deal?"


    "Come with me to London. For the next three years, you''ll train hard and dedicate every moment to football. That will be your contribution. If you promise to do this, I will arrange for your siblings to go to prestigious schools and cover your family''s expenses, including rent for a high-end apartment. This is how you can make your family happy before you be a star. If you fail to meet thismitment, not only will you not be a star yer after three years, but your future will also look bleak, and your family''s conditions will deteriorate. How does that sound?"


    Ronaldo''s eyes sparkled with determination as he gritted his teeth, saying, "It''s a deal!"


    Aldrich smiled faintly, responding, "It''s a deal."

 Chapter 236: The New Youth Academy

    <h4>Chapter 236: The New Youth Academy</h4>


    Cristiano Ronaldo was about to leave for distantnds, and it stirred everyone in the San Antonio district. The adults among the neighbors looked on with envy, feeling that Cristiano was going to Ennd to y for a championship team. It signified a monumental change in his life, one that would rescue his family from the depths of poverty.


    Sosa, Ronaldo''s childhood football mentor, had a long private conversation with Aldrich, sharing his insights about Ronaldo''s character and giving advice on his growth without reservation.


    Aldrich felt deeply grateful, diligently noting down every word Sosa spoke. From a young age, Ronaldo had shown extraordinary talent for football, but he also had clear shorings that needed to be addressed as he grew up.


    After Aldrich paid a training fee of ��10,000 to Nacional, Cristiano shouldered his travel bag, donned the clean and neatly pressed clothes his mother had prepared for him, and, with reluctant yet resolute eyes, left his hometown alongside Aldrich.


    Though Cristiano was Portuguese and spoke Portuguese, his grasp of thenguage wasn''t as polished as Aldrich''s, who had learned the most formal version. This might lead to him facing discrimination, especially since he''d soon need to learn English for school. No matter what, as his mother Dolores often said, he had to learn to read and write properly!


    After leaving his hometown, Ronaldo became quiet and reserved; he scarcely spoke to Aldrich during the journey. It wasn''t until they arrived at Millwall FC that Aldrich personally showed him around the team''s home ground.


    While the Den Stadium seemed rtively small in the context of Ennd''s arenas, its nearly 20,000 capacity dwarfed the national team''s home ground, which could only hold 8,500. This was an eye-opener for Ronaldo. When Aldrich mentioned they would be moving to a new world-ss stadium capable of holding over 60,000 fans within four years, Ronaldo''s face lit up with excitement.


    Aldrich then led him on foot to the Leo training facility, with Ronaldo trailing beside him, carrying hisrge travel bag. Many passersby greeted Aldrich warmly and mistook Ronaldo for a rtive of his. As nearby residents, they were naturally fans of Millwall.


    Several locals expressed concern about Millwall''s summer transfer ns, to which Aldrich could only respond with a polite smile.


    When Ronaldo stood at the entrance of the Leo training facility, he was utterly astonished.


    "This... this... this is even bigger than the club!"


    The training facility was expansive, having undergone a recent round of renovations that summer. Aldrich nned to move first-team training there, with more than twenty pitches of various sizes suited for different training purposes. Future expansions were nned to amodate even more youth squads.


    The entrance of the Leo training facility was impressive, with the name and Millwall club crest elegantly carved into the wall.


    The new Premier League season would kick off on August 8. The day after tomorrow would be the return of first-team yers for reporting, and pre-season training wouldmence shortly thereafter.


    Inside the training facility, there was a bustling scene. Members of various coaching teams mingled along the sidelines, watching a chaotic mix of youth teams, reserve squads, and a few first-team yers who had returned early engaged in friendly matches.


    When Aldridge brought the court-focused Cristiano to the sideline, it felt like a shot of stimnt was injected into the young yer.


    The first-team yers remained calm, and no one involved in the game approached Aldridge to say hello. Cristiano muttered: "I''m not a kid!"


    He could understand some basic English.


    Aldridge then called a staff member to arrange amodation for Cristiano.


    After Cristiano nced back at the pitch several times while leaving, Aldrich turned to Ronaldinho and asked, "So, how was Egypt? Did you have fun?"


    Ronaldinho chuckled, "Not bad. Did you see my matches?"


    Aldrich smiled and shook his head.


    Ronaldinho immediately showed a disappointed look. After all, he was the star who led the Brazilian team to win the U-17 World Cup this summer!


    Aldrich patted his shoulder seriously and said, "Ronaldinho, you have to understand, a youth tournament championship isn''t the same as winning at the junior level, and it''s definitely notparable to winning internationally."


    Just then, Trezeguet, who was nearby wearing casual clothes and had returned early as well, looked equally glum and said, "But I really want a youth championship!"


    Aldrich burst intoughter.


    The Under-20 World Cup taking ce in Mysia that summer was Trezeguet''s chance for glory. The France ''97 squad was packed with a golden lineup featuring Trezeguet, Henry, and Anelka.


    Unfortunately, having strong forwards alone wouldn''t cut it.


    You can''t stop the shining talents from Argentina at every position, like Samuel, the elegantly blond Cambiasso, and the ssical genius Riquelme, along with Aimar...


    Even more frustrating is Ennd.


    Up front, they have Owen; in midfield, there''s Lampard and Kieran Dyer; in defense, Ferdinand and Carragher, all yers considered by Fleet Street to be the next generation of national team leaders heading to Mysia with just one goal in mind: the championship.


    But, as fate would have it, things did not go as nned.


    Millwall''s rising star Duff also participated in the tournament and impressed many observers, leaving ckburn regretting not waiting until the World Cup ended to negotiate a transfer.


    With a rare smile on his typically serious face, Nagy approached Aldrich with a grin, saying, "You arrived just in time; the yers you brought back are fantastic! But let''s also see what we''ve gained in London."


    Aldrich nodded with a smile.


    What followed next on the training ground was an unusual scene.


    It resembled a pivotal moment from "The Godfather," with Aldrich standing resolutely as Nagy, Jansen, and Benitez lined up alongside like long-time family members, scrutinizing each young yer as they walked past.


    These young hopefuls were both nervous and excited, as if stepping onto a selection stage and eager to make a good impression on the head coach. Being picked for the first team would be akin to winning a jackpot.


    Nagy surprised Aldrich right away.


    Two young yers were not on Aldrich''s summer recruitment list but had taken the initiative toe to Millwall for a trial,ing all the way from Australia.


    Marco Bresciano and Tim Cahill.


    Both had traveled from Australia to Millwall for a trial that summer. Given that Australia was a Commonwealth nation and many Australians had British ancestry, it was quitemon for them to seek opportunities in the UK. For instance, Lucas Neill at Millwall and emerging star Kewell at Leeds both followed this path.


    Aldrich shook hands with these young talents, offering them words of encouragement. Soon after, Adam rolled in, presenting the eight domestic yers he had scouted over the summer ording to Aldrich''s recruitment list.


    - Jermain Defoe


    - Scott Parker


    - Michael Carrick


    - Paul Robinson


    - Darius Vassell


    - David Dunn


    - Francis Jeffers


    - Ledley King


    Additionally, through the efforts of Andrew''s agency, several yers from Scandinavia came in for trials, eventually leading to two being signed.


    - Brede Hangnd


    - Christian Poulsen


    Along with local yers remaining for trials, nearly twenty hopefuls showed up. While they were all rtively unknown, Aldrich didn''t doubt their potential. This summer at Millwall, the first team had only sold Stam and Phillips, but several yers not prioritized for development had received invitations from other clubs, generating around ��300,000 in transfer ie for the club.


    In addition, for yers over the age of 20 that no club wants, the club has also prepared coaching contracts, which provides them with a stable life guarantee.


    This summer at Millwall, not only was the Leo training facility expanding, but the youth program was also growing.


    As Aldrich surveyed the motivated young men before him, he understood that among the nearly one hundred youth yers spanning all ages, only a few would break into the first team. This reality didn''t trouble him; football was a cruellypetitive sphere. With many promising talents in the youth squads, they would influence one another in a positive way, fostering healthypetition conducive to their development. Even if they did not make it at Millwall, transferring to other clubs could still be a possibility. The yers would receive better training here, and the club would gain transfer revenue upon their departure, making it a win-win situation.


    Aldrich and the coaching staff convened in the administrative building''s conference room, where they began detailing the structure of the various teams and determining the training levels for specific yers.


    Besides the first team, Millwall already had a reserve team and youth team.


    The reserve team primarily existed to help yers who couldn''t make the matchday squad maintain their form, along with those who had returned from injuries seeking to regain fitness. It had a high turnover of yers and served more as a temporary stopover. Some yers vying for first-team positions also spent long spells in the reserves, alongside several "permanent benchwarmers," with ages generally around U23.


    The youth team hadpeted in the U18 English Football Youth Super League for the past three years. Even if some yers exceeded the age of 18, it was permissible since the matches allowed for three U19 yers to join.


    This summer, with the expansion of Millwall''s youth team, the club aimed to establish a U21 squad first. There was indeed a league for U21s, but Millwall had not participated previously due to the youth yers being too young, with none prioritized for development being older than 18.


    They also nned to establish U16 and U14 teams.


    For yers under 14, Millwall had also recruited some youths, with local parents eager to enroll their children in football training. However, these arrangements wouldn''t entail a fullmitment like with yers like De Rossi and Cristiano, as some were akin to "day students."


    Additionally, Aldrich had established a U12 team, which took on a more informal quality. Parents sending their kids to this team typically approached it with a recreational mindset, allowing children to find friends to y and have fun with. Coaches would observe and guide them, and if they spotted any promising talent, they could rmend them for higher-ranked teams within the club.


    This way, Millwall not only had the first team but also six subordinate squads.


    The reserve team yed alongside the first team''s league matches, totaling 38 games in a season. Since the opponents were also reserve teams from Premier League clubs, they were at least of mid-table League One quality, though the intensity was undoubtedly less than that of actual league battles.


    The U21 Youth League alsopeted alongside the club''s first team, with the number of matches varying based on participation from the same division.


    The U18 English Youth League was more structured, divided by regions. The first half was a league format to determine regional champions who would then move on to knockout rounds, simultaneously contested alongside the Youth FA Cup, ounting for at least 20 matches in a season.


    Lower-tier squads focused mainly on development, asionally organizing friendly matches or yingmunity teams. Of course, yer rosters could be adjusted, allowing a 15-year-old topete directly in the U18 league if they were skillful enough.


    Though the nearly hundred-strong squad looked bustling at first nce, after Aldrich and the coaches divided the yers by age, the tiers didn''t seem as bloated anymore.

 Chapter 237: Trash, useless, incompetent, injured!

    <h4>Chapter 237: Trash, useless, ipetent, injured!</h4>


    All summer long, Millwall was busy.


    The official TV station went live, the official website was promoted, the youth training base was expanded, new sponsorship contracts were signed, and strategic partnerships were established with some well-known UKpanies, all while dealing with yer transfers and more.


    As the club''s CEO, Adam was overwhelmed with work. Even though the management team had expanded, the sheer volume of tasks left him with no time to rest.


    As soon as Aldrich returned, Adam hurriedly sought him out.


    He asked Aldrich outright, "Boss, are our transfers all wrapped up?"


    Aldrich was d Adam came to him first and smiled a bit before answering, "It''s done."


    Adam hit his forehead in frustration and said, "But you still have a ten million pound transfer budget left! We should get another well-known yer; it would be very effective for raising the club''s profile and generating outside interest."


    Adam was straightforward, unbothered by the intricacies ofpetitive sports.


    After some thought, Aldrich shook his head and said, "No, there''s no need to spend money just for the sake of it. Sure, signing a star yer might boost the team''s appeal, but in the long run, the drawbacks outweigh the benefits. I want young yers to see hope inpeting for key roles, and I don''t want to waste energy rebuilding the locker room''s harmony."


    Buying a star sounds simple; if you have the money, just buy one. Yet, Aldrich thought differently. The higher the transfer fee, the more subconscious significance the star yer attaches to their own identity, and Aldrich wasn''t willing to gamble on that.


    Adam just felt that the boss was being overly frugal. Although Millwall had a strong overall team and had even won a championship, their tactical philosophy advocated for teamwork.


    The entire squad looked formidable, but when inspecting individual yers, it was hard to see any major stars. Larson and Nedved could barely count as half a star, and defense yers were seldom regarded as top-tier talent in this era; it was a rarity for any to be household names.


    Aldrich handed Adam a document, saying, "Take a look at this."


    Adam opened the document and found it was an introduction to a children''s charity foundation headquartered in London, under the BAA Group''s reading nonprofit institution.


    Pondering, Adam realized that BAA was the family business of the Hall family, founded by Ba, and had gained significant recognition in both the UK and Europe.


    Adam''s mind was racing. He said, "Is the boss nning to donate to this children''s charity fund under the team''s name? To bring about a positive publicity effect for the club?"


    Aldrich blinked and smiled, "Yes and no. Direct donations only yield temporary publicity. I intend to organize a charity cup for under-15 youth football teams sponsored by Millwall. Any team can participate, whether amateur or from schools, but yers must be under 15. The winning team will receive a ��50,000 prize and we''ll also donate ��500,000 in their name to the children''s charity. With event organization costs, the total should be around ��1 million. I hope to hold this event annually. I''ve already spoken to the FA, and they said since this isn''t a professional football event, as long as there are no issues, we can make our own rules."


    Adam''s eyes lit up at this news. Although the costs were a bit high, the benefits in terms of the club''s image and local influence were undeniable.


    The event would be especially appealing to participating teams��winning ��50,000 and doing good under their team name was a win-win situation.


    One of the most effective ways to promote a positive club image is through charity work.


    yers under Andrew''s agency typically follow his advice to visit orphans or sick fans during the season''s end or mid-season breaks. The agency also helped them set up personal websites. Although the inte isn''t yet as advanced as Twitter and Facebook, there aren''t manymunity interaction portals. However, Ba had already acquired a personal blog-like tform in America and was in the promotional phase. Therefore, Andrew set up personal sites for the yers, employing staff to maintain them, asionally uploading photos, and writing brief diary-like entries, which drew much fan interest.


    No club in the Premier League or even in Europe has kept pace with Millwall''s modernity. Their official site has been heavily promoted since itsunch and now boasts nearly 100,000 registered members. They''ve also opened up online sales for merchandise. After upgrading to bigger server equipment, their operational costs can essentially be self-sustaining through online sales.


    Furthermore, with the official TV stationunching in the summer, and a retrospective program on Aldrich''s coaching history over the past three years, the promotional videos and sales of tapes and DVDs have surged over the past month. New Millwall fans wanting to understand the club''s history showed keen interest in this retrospective program, eager to buy and keep it as a memento.


    "Boss, the folks at Puma suggestedunching a new kit for the uing season; are you reconsidering?" Adam''s main priority was to generate revenue for the club. Aldrich had initially rejected this at the end ofst season, but now Adam was looking to push for it. From his perspective, he supported Puma''s proposal.


    Aldridge was unmoved and said calmly: "Forget it, the jersey sponsor has not changed, the sponsor of the chest logo has not changed, and our club emblem has not changed, then why do we need a new jersey? If we Really do this, even a fool can see that we are just trying to squeeze more money out of the fans, it''s bad for our reputation and if Puma are unhappy they should me themselves for not including the kit in the contract and chest logo. Don''t want to deal with this anymore,"Adam, I''m not asking you to be amercial genius; my expectations are pretty straightforward: make sure we earn every cent we''re supposed to. If you can earn more, that''s your talent, and I''ll be pleased. However, if the club is only in it for the money and it leads to fans feeling upset and angry, the club should never take a stance against the fans."


    Aldrich''s words made Adam serious. After a heavy nod, he stood up to leave.


    The money clubs earnes from their fan market. Fans watch games, buy tickets, purchase jerseys, and memorabilia. Through their attention to the club, they enhance itsmercial influence, where advertising value directly corrtes with the strength of the fan market.


    This is all based on the loyalty of the fans��maybe not just one fan, but entire families, even generations.


    The owners of Manchester United, whether it''s the current Edwards or the future zers, are relentlessly criticized by fans. The root cause lies in the excessivemercialization of the club, where even the air at Old Trafford feels charged��ticket prices skyrocketing, leaving the stands filled with fewer local fans than ever.


    Millwall also needs to make money, but Aldrich believes there should be a bottom line. His position is unique; besides being the head coach, he''s also the owner. If Millwall bes like Manchester United, fans cansh out at Edwards and favor Ferguson. But how would they feel about Aldrich? Their emotions would beplicated, creating a division in the fanbase and leading to unnecessary conflict and disputes.


    From the establishment of the Premier League until the summer of ''97, ticket prices for all teams were on the rise. Some prices even doubled or tripled. Millwall''s ticket prices also went up during this period, but they still ranked rtively low among all Premier League clubs, primarily due to the small size and poor conditions of the stadium.


    Fans were generally epting of the ticket price hikes since they recognized that the club needed to boost itspetitiveness and couldn''t afford tog behind financially. The increase was not drastic, and given that Millwall is in London, their ticket prices were just above those of Wimbledon. Next season, they might even be priced slightly higher than their other rivals, Crystal Pce, but that didn''t stop fans from teasing their neighbors: "We spend less than you do, yet we get to enjoy far more thrilling matches �C championship quality games!"


    Because of this, Aldrich garnered widespread support from fans, and the Hall family earned their respect.


    The day before the training camp began, Aldrich held a press conference with four yers: Duff, van der Meyde, Gudjohnsen, and Klose.


    Initially, Aldrich intended to assign van der Meyde and Klose to the youth team to help them limate, but decided to have them showcase their talents during this new signing event instead.


    Gudjohnsen underwent a medical examination at the club and initially, the medical staff couldn''t diagnose his unusual ankle injury. After consulting with a partnered specialist, they discovered he had a rare form of tendonitis in his ankle. Once they identified the issue, they could treat it; he was recovering well, feeling optimistic about his future.


    However, given that his previous six months of injuries had hampered his training, it would take time to return topetitive form.


    The four yers appeared at the press conference wearing new jerseys. Because they weren''t big names and had almost zero recognition in the Premier League, the usual procedure of showcasing their skills for fans was skipped.


    The attending reporters showed little interest in the quartet, and Fleet Street was notably critical of Millwall''s summer transfer moves!


    Acquiring van der Meyde from Ajax might have been amendable deal, given Ajax''s reputation for quality.


    Spending ��2 million to sign Duff, who performed decently at the World Youth Championships, showed only seven appearances in the Premier League records��far from stardom.


    Klose is aplete nobody. When Fleet Street looked into his background, they were surprised by Aldridge''s choice.


    This tall, thin young man had yed for an amateur club in Germany and was 19 years old at the time. Are Millwall nning to build a dump?


    But the worst decision was signing Gudjohnsen.


    Millwall still dares to pursue a yer who was let go by PSV?


    You''re the champions of the Premier League; can you stop behaving like a trash collector and save yourself from humiliation?


    After learning that Gudjohnsen was released due to ongoing injury issues, Fleet Street put together a summary of Millwall''s summer transfer signings.


    "Trash, useless, ipetent, injured!"


    In such an atmosphere, Aldrich, who was normally a favorite with Fleet Street, found himself facing an unexpected cold shoulder from the reporters.


    No one seemed interested in asking about the situations of those four yers.


    What''s the point of asking?


    Would it get published in the papers?


    Who the hell is even going to read that?


    The room fell into an eerie silence.


    Aldrich''s face turned a bit awkward.

 Chapter 238: The Unexpected Cold Shoulder

    <h4>Chapter 238: The Unexpected Cold Shoulder</h4>


    Aldrich initially thought that Millwall''s sessst season would earn him some respect from Fleet Street. Even if the four first-team yers they brought in weren''t well-known, at least they should give him some face, right?


    Just a photo, a few symbolic questions, and an exchange with Aldrich, and they could wrap up the whole affair.


    But unexpectedly, the atmosphere grew cold.


    These reporters were terribly realistic!


    He didn''t expect the four new yers to arrive to much fanfare, but being treated this coldly was a different matter entirely. Not only might the yers feel ufortable, but Aldrich also felt like he''d lost face.


    "Cough, cough."


    As the silence hung in the air, Aldrich cleared his throat and turned to the four new yers, wearing a smile as he began to speak passionately.


    "When Napoleon was ten years old, due to his background, ent, and name, he became the target of bullying at his boarding school. French boys mocked him and ridiculed everything he did, including his name."


    As soon as Aldrich started speaking, the atmosphere shifted dramatically; the reporters transformed into eager students, listening intently and taking notes, recording every word he said.


    They were here for news, and the announcement of Millwall''s four signings had already been made public. There wasn''t much to hype up; the reason for the packed house, with reporters from well-known media outlets, was not for these new yers��it was for Aldrich.


    In the lonely summer of ''97, struggling with ack of news stories, they were barely scraping by. The hottest topic in English football was not some celebrity yer, but this young manager.


    Nearly two months passed, and Aldridge was nowhere to be seen. He wasst seen with reporters surrounding his home, trying to get his opinion on Cantona''s retirement.


    The lot of football reporters from Fleet Street had been waiting for ages, wishing on a star, and finally, Aldrich had returned.


    When they heard Millwall was going to hold a press conference, they were thrilled, practically ready to celebrate.


    But once they arrived, they were stunned to find that Millwall was merely announcing the formal signing of four new yers.


    The reporters were internally disgusted: After waiting two months, this was the news? No, this wasn''t news; it was the kind of waste paper you''d use in the restroom.


    However, once the young manager began to speak, the reporters perked up, eager for the feast of information.


    Napoleon faced exclusion and discrimination until he was almost sixteen. Each year, the evaluations he received were peppered withments that worked against his future. How did he respond? He simplyughed off the mockery and chose not to associate with the boys who wasted their time mocking him. While at the Brienne military school, he fully utilized every opportunity given to him, no matter how humbling it was. He voraciously devoured books. This road was bound to be lonely, and in his deep reflections, he wrestled with thoughts of quitting, even contemting suicide at times.


    Aldrich''s storytelling captivated Van der Meyde, Duff, and Gudjohnsen, while Klinsmann wore a wry smile.


    "Boss, I don''t understand. I don''t know English very well."


    "But he overcame everything: external challenges and inner demons. By the age of 22, he had acquired knowledge that most people take 30 or even 40 years to gain. He penned numerous meaningful articles, filled with grand strategies and political reform ns that revealed his ambitions. The rest of the story, I believe everyone knows��he transformed from the son of Italy to the father of Italy. The French who once mocked him, and the noblewomen who despised him and would never consider him for a son-inw, ended up bowing to call him Emperor."


    When Aldrich finished, he smiled slightly at the audience and turned to the four new yers, saying, "When Trezeguet came, some said he was just a wild kid from Argentina; when Pirlo arrived, they said he would cry in fear. Many yers were doubted by the media, yet Millwall has produced one Napoleon after another, proving themselves through hard work and talent. If you can focus all your energy on striving, you too can be a Napoleon. Our goal is to be the Emperor of Europe! If one day we achieve that, then we''ll have to shift our target: to avoid bing Napoleon at Waterloo."


    Laughter erupted in the venue.


    Some reporters chuckled, others shook their heads in amusement, and a few sighed.


    You can''t help but respect this young manager.


    His story seemed to encourage his yers, yet it sounded like a jab at their shortsightedness, as if he was calling them blind to true value.


    He even made a humorous remark at the end.


    Now, this was a proper press conference!


    Everyone got the news they wanted.


    The young manager used a Napoleon anecdote to motivate his team.


    This is just the kind of news we love to see!


    In the spirit of reciprocity, they began to ask some trivial questions.


    They inquired about how the yers felt about joining Millwall, their aspirations for the future, and whether they were adjusting well to life in Ennd.


    Basically, it was just a waste of time to build rapport, giving Aldrich some face.


    As for the serious answers from the four yers, what they said would likely be boiled down to brief remarks in tomorrow''s papers, such as "The neers are full of expectations for the future" and "I''m d to y for Aldrich."


    After the main program of the press conference had concluded, the reporters turned their attention back to Aldrich.


    David Miller from The Times raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Hall, I have a question, I hope it''s convenient for you to answer."


    "You can ask; how would I know if it''s convenient if you don''t?"


    "Um, it''s like this: I''m writing an academic article on Millwall''s remarkable sessst season, and there''s a phenomenon I''m hoping to rify with you. Millwallpeted on four frontsst season, yet your yers have suffered the fewest injuries among all Premier League and even top European clubs. Moreover, even when yers did get injured, their recovery times were the shortest. What sessful experiences does Millwall have that other English clubs can learn from?"


    To Aldrich, David Miller was a journalist with refined taste, and his writing style was professional rather than sensationalist.


    For instance, when he first saw Cruyff y for Ajax, he likened Cruyff to "Pythagoras in football boots." Ordinary readers sometimes found his articles tooplex; if you didn''t know who Pythagoras was, it would be hard to grasp what Miller was trying to convey.


    After pondering for a moment, Aldrich responded, "There are generally three reasons. First, our training system equips yers with strong physiques, reducing the likelihood of injuries in fiercepetitions. Second, reasonable rest��young yers shouldn''t have back-to-back matches. Moreover, if any yer feels slightly ufortable before a match, I won''t risk having them y. Of course, at times, yers might hide their difort just to get on the field. This requires coaches to be extra vignt in observing yers'' conditions. Thirdly, we take pride in our medical system; I can confidently say that Millwall has the best medical team in Europe."


    "Why are you so sure of that?"


    "Because there''s something topare it to."


    "What do you mean?"


    "How many team doctors does Manchester United have? How much do they budget each year for their medical system?"


    David Miller frowned, uncertain, "It probably doesn''t exceed ��200,000, right?"


    "Alright, let''s say it''s 200,000 pounds. Millwall''s annual budget is at least five to ten times that amount. We have a medical team of over fifty people and eight licensed sports medicine specialists. Even with all of that, I still don''t think it''s enough, because it doesn''t guarantee that every single injury a yer has will be diagnosed without any errors."


    The journalists present were astonished.


    Millwall''s annual medical budget was that high!


    David Miller''s expression grew even more troubled.


    "What drove you to create such a high-standard medical department? I mean, if other clubs have a budget of one to two million pounds, they could recruit a decent yer or offer raises to keep their existing yers. For a club like Millwall, with debts over a hundred million, this money should ideally be saved instead of spent on injuries, right?"


    Other reporters nodded in agreement, acknowledging Miller''s viewpoint.


    Aldrich shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "If you want to consider economic benefits, the calctions should be made this way. Suppose a yer valued at ��5 million gets injured and doesn''t receive the correct diagnosis and treatment. If he''s ruined, the club loses ��5 million, plus his sry and the potential future value. If he could have recovered in three months but takes six due to improper treatment, the club incurs a loss for three months without his contributions and still has to pay his sry. However, I believe that''s not the initial intent behind Millwall''s hefty investment in its medical department. I respect my yers; they deserve the best care. The club has an obligation to keep them healthy. And everyone knows, football is a closed circle; the team doctor is part of the club. yers can only be treated by team doctors unless they face serious injuries. Often, conditions that appear to bemon issues like strains or ligament inmmation might be moreplex than they seem. Some doctorscking sufficient expertise may misdiagnose, which not only harms the club''s interests but also disregards yers'' health. The club binds the yers'' will, and some yers endure pain rather than seek treatment elsewhere, fearing it would be seen as betrayal. Meanwhile, some inept doctors keep their jobs by not revealing the truth, even when they can''t diagnose the issue."


    Once again, the room fell silent, the one most affected being Gudjohnsen.


    There were indeed ipetent doctors at PSV!


    They never diagnosed his illness correctly and never considered referring him to a more specialized medical institution. When they ultimately realized they couldn''t treat him, they just kicked him out!


    Despite therge investment in the medical department, Millwall was truly making a smart investment.


    For example, bringing Gudjohnsen on board for free was a won opportunity worth at least ��1 million. If he trained hard, with his natural talent, it was easy to see his value rise to ��5 million.


    Ensuring yer health trantes directly into revenue for the club, as only healthy yers improve rapidly, and their value appreciates quickly.


    David Miller didn''t pursue the matter further because the rtionships involved are incrediblyplex. There''s a long-standing distrust between traditional clubs and outside doctors. Clubs often prefer to reward loyalty by hiring non-professionals as team doctors to ensure that all information stays under wraps, including yers'' injury details.


    "Mr. Hall, thank you for your candid response. I''ll include your insights in my article. To be honest, I really admire your attitude and actions protecting yers. Other clubs should emte Millwall''s approach and let professionals handle professional matters."


    Aldrich smiled and nodded at David Miller, genuinely hoping the journalist would publish everything he just said. He wished for other reporters to do the same.


    Even if it would upset many colleagues, it would win the hearts of more yers, attracting them to join his ranks.


    Moreover, employing professional doctors as team physicians is an inevitable trend; in a few years, the FA will officially require that team doctors in professional clubs be licensed specialists in sports medicine.

 Chapter 239: Millwall’s Youth Storm

    <h4>Chapter 239: Millwall''s Youth Storm</h4>


    As the reigning champions of the Premier League, Millwall''s summer signings were naturally under the spotlight.


    However, Lions fans are feeling numb judging by the club''s announcements regarding transfer activity.?


    As Fleet Street ims, Millwall''s signings this year feel like rubbish.


    It was hard not to reminisce about the glorious days when Aldrich first took charge of the team. Millwall, then a League One side, became the highest-spending team in Ennd that summer, splurging over ten million pounds, which really boosted morale.


    But over the next two years, they either signed two or three yers, or practically made zero investments in the transfer market. Now, as defending champions with a healthy budget��thanks to a significant increase in the new Premier League broadcasting deal and the anticipated additional ie frompeting in the Champions League��fans expected movements. After all, Stam and Phillips had left the club, contributing an impressive 18 million pounds to the coffers.


    No one could have guessed that Millwall, with their deep pockets, would end up spending less than 3 million pounds on first-team transfers this summer!


    There was free signing Duff, free transfer Gudjohnsen, another free acquisition in Van der Meyde, and a mere 100,000 pounds for Klose.


    If Aldrich were the new head coach taking over this team, fans would have given him a hearty tongueshing.


    Yet, it seemed that everyone had grown ustomed to this way of life. During street interviews, fans reacted with indifference to the club''s recruitment efforts, neither expressing disappointment nor satisfaction. It was simply a matter of "let''s wait and see."


    At the press conference, reporters relentlessly grilled Aldrich, desperate for more news.


    Richard from the Daily Mail asked bluntly, "Will Millwall sign any more yers?"


    In reality, Millwall had brought in quite a few yers over the summer, but they were all for the youth team. Such acquisitions went unnoticed by Fleet Street; every English club reinforced their youth teams during the summer, bringing in a flurry of young faces��who could be bothered to care about those "kids"? Only the standout performers in that season''s youth league and FA Youth Cup made it to the headlines.


    Aldrich leaned back in his chair and calmly stated, "Millwall''s transfer window has officially closed for the season. No yers will leave, and there won''t be any first-team signings."


    At his words, the reporters exchanged looks of surprise.


    They were anxious for Millwall!


    Richard''s voice carried a hint of worry, "Compared to the investments of other Premier League clubs, isn''t Millwall concerned about theirpetitiveness for the new season? Honestly, their spending barely amounts to a fraction of what other top teams are investing."


    Faced with this question, Aldrich fell into a moment of silence.


    Manchester United, alongside signing Stam, had also brought in Sheringham, spending around 20 million pounds in total.


    Liverpool''s already strong squad underwent minor renovations, with around five yers added for about 500,000 pounds, not counting free signings Friedel, Dundee, and Riedel, or the 150,000 transfer fee for Stoughton and Gudnason.


    Most eye-catching were the London clubs, spending money like it was water.


    Tottenham made a flurry of signings, bringing in Roman Vega, David Gin, Les Ferdinand, and Jos�� Dominguez, spending about 8 million pounds just to take two first-team yers from Newcastle United, bringing their summer total close to 15 million pounds.


    Their rivals, Arsenal, were also making moves. Wenger had high hopes for his first full season in charge, and the board backed him generously in the summer transfer market. Besides a few young yers signed for under a million, Wenger brought in Emmanuel Petit from his previous club,st season''s Ligue 1 champions, Monaco, along with Lu��s Boa Morte from Lisbon. The biggest ssh was the 7 million-pound signing of the young star Overmars from Ajax, totaling over 13 million pounds spent by Arsenal this summer.


    Chelsea, Millwall''s fiercest rival, has continued Bates''s policy of heavily investing in the transfer market through borrowing. Besides spending less than a million pounds on smaller transfers, Chelsea acquired a young defender, Babayaro, from Belgium, alongside Dutch goalkeeper De Goey and French defender Leboeuf. They lured Poyet with an attractive sry and secured Norwegian striker Flo for a mere 300,000 pounds under the Bosman rule. The biggest signing, however, was bringing back Lescott from ckburn; he had left four years earlier for 700,000 pounds and was re-signed for 7 million pounds. Chelsea''s total expenditure for that summer was around 14 million pounds.


    All three clubs have failed to recoup half of their transfer market spending through yer sales. Especially Chelsea and Arsenal, whose investment in the transfer market has exceeded 10 million pounds for two consecutive years, and now they are in urgent need of strong performance to increase their ie.


    As time goes by, Arsenal and Chelsea have both embarked on different paths: one has obtained the capital to restore its former glory, and the other is methodically umting strength in preparation for its rise.


    The reason for Aldrich''s silencey in his clear understanding of reality.


    While other teams were getting stronger, was Millwall simply going to stand still?


    Of course not. Just looking at the first-team roster, even though they lost Stam, the remaining yers were still growing and improving. In terms of experience, skills, and team chemistry, Millwall''s starting eleven should be stronger thanst season''s, having been through the trials of bing champions.


    A sessful team is made up of more than just 11 starters; it also needs bench yers who can produce a surprise impact.


    Millwall have some shorings in this regard. Aldridge realizes that yers like VanderMeyde and Duff aren''t expected to perform much if they y. Their role is primarily for the future of the team rather than for the present, so it''s unfair to put any pressure on them to get results - they don''t actually have enough ability at the moment.


    With a sigh, Aldrich spread his hands and said, "Alright, since you all think Millwall''s transfer work is poor, help me out. I have 10 million pounds here��tell me, who should I buy? I hope this is a professional discussion, not just a haphazard filled with nonsense. Offer me names of yers who can set our team apart or ones who can quickly integrate into Millwall''s tactical system."


    At Aldrich''s prompt, the reporters fell silent, unable to respond.


    They could criticize Millwall''s transfer failures but offered no substantial suggestions in return.


    Most had a peculiar feeling�� even if Overmars were offered to Millwall, that individual talent might not fit into the team as seamlessly as hoped. Even bringing in a high-profile yer like Ronaldo to rece Trezeguet didn''t guarantee that Millwall would automatically be a stronger side.


    This issue boiled down to thebination of yer styles with the team''s tactical system, unrted to individual skills; it was a matter ofpleting therger puzzle.


    Because Millwall''s tactical philosophy was distinctive, Aldrich''s team style widely differed from the mainstream, directly implying that the yers he needed had very specific skill requirements.


    Take Overmars as an example��was he strong? Aldrich would say, "Absolutely!"


    Yet, even if Aldrich were offered an Overmars for free, he would view it as a hot potato.


    How long would it take to change his habit of ying along the baseline? How long before he could adapt to the tactical framework, focusing on passing rather than excessive dribbling, and enhance his ability for the cutting runs needed in front of goal?


    Half a season? A full season? Or possibly longer?


    Aldrich didn''t know, especially since such yers had already achieved star status.


    It was like givingpliments in romantic rtionships: "You''re great, but we''re simply notpatible."


    This was precisely why Aldrich felt troubled. He found it hard to identify game-ready substitutes and feltpelled to give young yers more opportunities. After all, bringing in other seemingly skilled yers would also require a significant adjustment period.


    So he was unlikely to consider yers over twenty-three; most yers beyond that age had already solidified their technical abilities and ying habits, with training merely maintaining their conditions. Any improvement came primarily from enhanced experience and awareness.


    The reporters sat up with furrowed brows as they prepared to leave.


    One by one, they appeared heavy-hearted, all pondering the same question.


    Was Millwall truly a weird anomaly?


    Were there really no famous stars outside the club who could fit into their system?


    How uniquely specialized was Aldrich''s tactical framework...


    The four rookie yers were left in shock, realizing that they had just witnessed an unforgettable press conference.


    Their coach had managed to leave the reporters dumbfounded.


    Though it wasn''t abative exchange of words like a heated debate, the reporters left high-spirited but with heavy hearts, as if they had undergone a profound intellectual cleansing, and Aldrich''s image in the eyes of the four yers seemed to clear up a bit more.


    The next day at the Leo Training Ground.


    After expansion, there was a brand new building, almost double the size of the training hotel where they had stayed for the past three years.


    Members of the first team emerged from the building in training kits, chatting joyfully among themselves.


    Aldrich was chatting on the sidelines with several coaches.


    Meulensteen and Moniz are especially excited today. They had just returned from a holiday in the Nethends and were pleased to find that the club had many promising young yers.


    Take Vicente, for example��his speed and footwork at the age of sixteen were already exceptional, making it apparent to coaches that he was a yer with great potential.


    This kept Meulensteen, the technical director, and Moniz, the technical coach, incredibly busy. They needed to devise different training ns based on the yers'' characteristics, so after discussing matters with Aldrich, they rushed off to observe the youth team, needing some time for assessment before determining the right technical development programs.


    "Hey, hold on a minute! You guys shoulde this way first; we have four yers that need your special focus!"


    Meulensteen turned around while jogging halfway and chuckled, "Okay, we''ll swing by shortly."


    With that, he and Moniz continued their bouncy run toward the youth team...

 Chapter 240: The New Training Regime

    <h4>Chapter 240: The New Training Regime</h4>


    "Hey, boss."


    "Boss, you look younger!"


    "Boss, here''s a local specialty."


    ...


    Each yer making their way to the training pitch greeted Aldrich with a smile. The veteran yers in the team would often crack a joke at Aldrich''s expense.


    Aldrich was in great spirits today. It felt strange for him not to see the yers for two whole months, and seeing them all back, lively and full of energy, made his smile linger.


    Larsson had suffered a hamstring injury in thest game of the previous season, but he had healed over the two-month break. To be safe, his training would be separate and not too strenuous.


    Looking at the yers standing neatly on the training field, Aldrich smiled and said, "I''m d I still recognize you all."


    The new yers didn''t quite get it, but the older ones burst outughing.


    Trezeguet chuckled wryly, "Boss, how long are you going to tell that joke?"


    Everyone recalled how he had returned from vacation looking a bit out of shape, almost unrecognizable.


    In the past two years, young yers had grown up and improved their professional attitude. Even during vacations, yers didn''t overindulge in food or neglect their fitness.


    After theughter subsided, Aldrich turned to the seasoned coach, Fiona, and said, "Coach, let''s get started."


    The veteran yers followed the routine, distancing themselves as Fiona led them in warm-up exercises, stretching and loosening their muscles, ensuring every part of their bodies was fully engaged.


    The new yers carefully mimicked the coach''s movements. Fiona took special care to guide the neers, keeping her pace slow and reminding them to maintain proper form.


    Aldrich joined alongside other coaches in the warm-up. The one struggling the most was Benitez; while he could manage jogging around with the yers, these intricate stretching exercises were difficult with his sizable belly making it hard to bend down.


    ...


    On the other side, separated by the building, was the youth team''s training ground.


    Unlike previous recruitment drives, a significant number of aspiring yers hade this time, though their talent was mostly average. With ns for expansion this year, Nagy felt it was necessary to give a speech.


    All yers from various levels lined up on the training pitch. Nagy stood in front of them, nked by Meulensteen, Moniz, and other coaches at the back, creating an authoritative atmosphere.


    Looking at the nearly hundred-strong group, Nagy calmly began, "You may have heard of Millwall over the past couple of years, either through media reports or from those who came before you. It''s essential that you understand our club''s philosophy. First and foremost, we highly value youth training��immensely. The facilities, equipment, and number and quality of our youth coaches are among the best in all of Ennd, possibly even in all of Europe! Do you see the four words inscribed on the youth team building behind me?"


    The youth yers all turned their heads in unison to gaze at the building. The front wall bore four words.


    "Team! Will! Diligence! Talent! Each changing room in Millwall has a que that reads: yers who y for themselves y for the opponent��those who y for the team y for themselves! This is not an original football philosophy from Millwall; it''s a famous quote from Herrera during the era of the Great International. Yet, it captures the essence of teamwork in our sport! Teamworkes first, thenes will. Without a strong will, you cannot be an outstanding yer. Diligence��we''re no longer in the days where Garincha could fish and womanize and still find sess on the pitch! Do you want to be excellent yers? If so, you must sweat more than others; otherwise, no matter how great your talent, you will squander it. Lastly, talentes in many forms. Professional football isn''t street performance; skills are just one aspect among many. The ability to read the game, teamwork, and the effective use of your body��all these are forms of talent. You are all equal, so don''t feel inferior because you''re slower than your teammates, nor should you think you''re better just because your dribbling skills are superior. Each one of you is unique. y to your strengths, turn your advantages into talent, show diligence and apetitive spirit, always prioritize the team, and you will find sess here!"


    The youth yers stood tall, infused with determination.


    Nagy''s words inspired them.


    Indeed, over time, these yers had made new friends and recognized the talent around them��some looked incredibly promising while others seemed quite ordinary.


    This has put a bit of pressure on them, and they worry about not measuring up in the coach''s eyes.


    But Nagy''s words alleviated their worries.


    Millwall''s philosophy on youth training emphasized cultivating inner qualities and mental strength.


    Nagy continued, "Millwall is a club that has found sess in a short period. Our head coach Aldrich Hall is well-regarded in Ennd; he has been awarded the Premier League Manager of the Year for two consecutive years. Countless yers aspire to work under him. Look at the first-team yers, your predecessors��they were the most potent offensive team in Europest season and also had the best defense. You may wonder: Will there be a ce for you at Millwall in the future? I assure you, there will be! But you must seize the opportunities yourselves, be the next Lampard, Pirlo, Ferdinand, Capdev, Gattuso, or Gronkjaer. These yers all joined Millwall at under 18 and honed their skills in the youth team before stepping up to the first team, and Millwall will continue to ce its hopes in you! However, you must prove that you deserve a spot in the first team. Why? Because in the past three years, our worst performing season was 1996-97, when we only secured second ce in the league!"


    Nagy''s words sent shockwaves through the young yers.


    The Lions truly were something else!


    Just hearing it made their blood boil.


    Second ce in the league was their worst moment!


    Nagy was ying with words; in that first year, Millwall indeed won the league, but it was in the second tier, where thepetition was virtually non-existent.


    "In the new season, our first team willpete in the Champions League, taking on championship-level teams across Europe. Additionally, the club will arrange friendly matches with foreign youth teams. We''ll travel abroad alongside the first team, but only 16 yers will be included in each trip. Anyone above 15 years old has a chance to be selected. If you want topete against youth teams from other elite clubs across Europe, show me your skills in training and convince me to put your names on the travel list. Furthermore, each week, the two best performing yers from all youth teams will win tickets to our home games. These yers will get to enjoy the match from the VIP box. If you want to watch the gamefortably for free, earn those tickets through your training performances!"


    This approach from the club aims to foster a sense of belonging and honor for young yers. Unlike other clubs that reduce free tickets for financial gain, Millwall does the opposite. They would rather sell fewer tickets than deny their yers free ess, especially for the younger ones.


    However, if any yer attempts to sell their free tickets, like Terry in the future, the club would implement disciplinary measures, including revoking theplimentary tickets.


    The young yers erupted in excited cheers. Watching a game was enjoyable, but traveling across Europe with the team would not only be a trip abroad but also a thrilling experience.


    As Nagy concluded his speech, the boys were fired up, ready to begin training, eager to prove themselves worthy of the first team.


    Training sessions for the youth teams officiallymenced, with yers dispersing to various training pitches. Coaches from different levels moved in to oversee the sessions.


    After the warm-up ended for the first team, everyone was curious to see Troop and Craig directing club staff to set up two machines that looked like cannons, though with shorter barrels.


    "Boss, what''s that?"


    Van Nistelrooy approached Aldrich and asked. Aldrich smiled and led him to the center of the field, where he had Van Nistelrooy stand. He then waved at Craig, who cheerfully activated the machine.


    Suddenly, the "cannon" shot out a ser ball, not slowly either, angling right for Van Nistelrooy. He jumped aside in surprise.


    "Ha ha ha!"


    The yers quickly understood��it was a ballunching machine designed for training.


    "Hey, Luther, don''t hide, you should practice your stopping skills!"


    Van Nistelrooy saw that it was just a false rm and perked up, chuckling, "Hehe, this is great fun��let''s keep it going!"


    Craig continued hitting the machine''s button, sending out a ball every 15 seconds. Although the machine remained stationary, wind direction and spin caused the balls to follow slightly different trajectories. Van Nistelrooy initially struggled to control the balls, but as he focused and adapted to the rhythm, his performance improved significantly.


    Craig''s job was simple��he ced a ball into the machine, and after a bag of over twenty balls had beenunched in just a few minutes, it left Van Nistelrooy feeling a little fatigued, while the task that followed was easy: retrieving the balls.


    Noticing the novelty, other yers mored to try their luck at training their touch and receiving skills.


    With limited machines avable, they had to take turns. Gronkjaer was especially eager to work on his shooting without stopping.


    Aldrich found the machine handy, as it saved timepared to manual drills.


    Today''s training was light-hearted. The systematic conditioning training would begin in earnest tomorrow.


    Aldrich nned to get the yers running, so he initiated half-court scrimmages, which provided opportunities for extra yers to try out the twounchers.


    Gudjohnsen was absent from training, still in recovery��rest was vital for him.


    Klose, Van der Meyde, and Duff perked up at the prospect of a half-court scrimmage, eager to showcase their skills to teammates and coaches.


    However, Aldrich didn''t assign them to any teams right away. Instead, he had them stand by his side to observe their teammates.


    The trainingplex had indoor five-a-side and seven-a-side pitches, but none outside.


    The three neers stood beside Aldrich, puzzled as they noticed the divided teams for the scrimmage��the attacking team and defensive team��with only one goal, whether horizontally or vertically.


    "Boss, is this a match? With just one goal? It can''t be like a half-court basketball game, right?"


    Van der Meyde, hailing from Ajax, thought he had received the best training possible, but today''s setup left him astounded.


    Aldrich smiled and said, "It''s not the kind of rule where two teams take turns attacking one side of the basketball hoop. Our rules are simpler: if the attacking team scores, they win. If the defending team sessfully defends and makes ten passes without losing the ball, they win."


    Once the three yers understood the rules, they began to watch their teammatespete.

 Chapter 241: The First Training Session

    <h4>Chapter 241: The First Training Session</h4>


    Klose, Duff, and Van der Meyde stood beside Aldrich as he began exining Millwall''s football philosophy through their teammates'' half-court scrimmage.


    Initially, the attacking team consisted of six yers, while the defending team had five. With clever passing and movement, the attacking side quickly scored a goal, earning a point.


    Next, the attacking team pulled one yer back, resulting in a 5v5. After scoring again, they removed another yer, turning it into a 4v5.


    "In a 90-minute match, the number of yers on each side can change during attacks. It''s not always a situation where the attacking side has an advantage in numbers. During practice, you''ll need to learn to adapt your ying style based on how many teammates you have around you, and you should always have a clear understanding of how to y."


    "But now there are only two forwards on the field," Klose remarked, genuinely intrigued by this training method.


    The attacking team now had just four yers: Pirlo, Nedv��d, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko.


    Aldrich crossed his arms, motioning for them to keep watching.


    On the defensive side, there were four defenders and a defensive midfielder, made up of a substitute lineup: Mills, Ferdinand, Materazzi, Zambrotta, and Gattuso.


    Earlier, with 6v5, the attacking team also had Back and Gronkjaer. When they switched to 5v5, Back exited, and after scoring, Gronkjaer left the field as well.


    When the offensive side had the advantage in numbers or was even, they yed fluidly, making quick passes and intricate movements, allowing them to score easily.


    However, when the numbers were not in their favor, their approach changed significantly.


    This situation tested the yers'' ball control, positioning, and off-the-ball movement.


    Trezeguet darted between two center-backs, receiving and distributing passes before immediately repositioning and searching for opportunities. Shevchenko movedterally behind the defensive line; when Trezeguet drifted wide, Shevchenko took the central position. Nedv��d''s movement covered practically every area, supporting Pirlo while also making forward runs to apply pressure.


    The three neers were awestruck; they hadn''t fully grasped how impressive Nedv��d and his teammates were when they had the numerical advantage, but now, with only four yers, their roles were well-defined and cohesive. Not only did they make intelligent off-the-ball runs to create space, but their choice of movement also exhibited a strong understanding with their teammates as they patiently sought every opening in the defense.


    "If we want to strengthen individual dribbling skills, we''ll y this game in a smaller area, with three forwards against five defenders."


    As Aldrich spoke, Pirlo attempted a through ball, only for Ferdinand to intercept sessfully. Ferdinand passed to Zambrotta on the wing.


    Shevchenko immediately pressured Zambrotta, who made the pass that Nedv��d intercepted on its way to Gattuso.


    "This game trains not only how to adjust to different attacking numbers but also how to recover and regain possession after losing the ball. It''s crucial to create a systematic approach. For example, just now, Shevchenko''s attempt to win the ball back wasn''t sessful, but he forced Zambrotta to make a quick decision. If you could freeze that moment on screen, you''d see that Zambrotta had Shevchenko closing in on him. Passing to the center was risky, especially since Trezeguet was pressuring the backline, leaving Zambrotta with no choice but to pass the ball to Gattuso, where Nedv��d was waiting. That''s a sessful localized defensive system."


    "What should we do in that situation?"


    "There are many options. The two center-backs could drop back to provide support; Zambrotta could pass it back to the goalkeeper; or if he had better vision, he could y a long ball across to the other nk, where Mills was unmarked. In matches, most yers would typically just clear the ball without thinking. While I can''t deny it''s a choice, it''s certainly not the best one, especially if it''s a blind clearance. If the opponent organizes a second attack while your defense is still unprepared, it can be dangerous."


    After Nedv��d intercepted sessfully, he made a direct through ball to Trezeguet, who had sessfully evaded the offside trap. While Aldrich was still speaking, Trezeguet easily slotted the ball into the.


    "Hey, Rio, Marco, you guys were a bitckadaisical just now, weren''t you?!" Aldrich called out with a grin to the two center-backs.


    The two sheepishly scratched their heads, while Zambrotta raised his hand to apologize to his teammates.


    With everyone in a rxed mood, it was hard to avoid a sense ofcency.


    In mid-season training, Aldrich would have been relentless in critiquing them. A rxed mentality after a sessful defensive stop is quite dangerous; yers must remain vignt of the opponent''s quick counterattacks, which can be far more lethal. This scrimmage, with changing numbers on both sides, helped the yers stay sharp and adaptable, as the dynamics of the game shifted rapidly. If defensive training were to be emphasized, they would remove even more defenders, teaching yers to defend in situations like 4v5, 4v6, 3v4, or even 2v4 and 3v5��these exercises directly tested their positional awareness, coordination, and defensive skills.


    Klose was buzzing; he saw many aspects that he hadn''t witnessed in amateur teams. The runs made by Trezeguet and Shevchenko left him in awe.


    This off-the-ball movement ability takes at least a couple of seasons of training to develop; it''s not about merely having stamina to run around wildly without observing teammates'' movements.


    Aldrich waved over Back from a distance, inviting him to join the scrimmage to add more defenders.


    Now, it turned into a 4v6.


    Once Back came on, he matched up against Pirlo, preventing him from organizing the attackfortably. After setting a solid defensive structure with their six yers, they createdyers and systems, making it difficult for the four attackers to build an effective attack. Nedv��d managed to beat Gattuso but was then precisely tackled by Materazzi. The four defenders quickly regrouped to regain possession, yet the flowing, extensive ball movement by the defense allowed them to sessfullyplete ten passes, winning that round.


    "Anyone want to step up and try?" Aldrich smiled and asked the three neers.


    All three nodded, eager to showcase their skills.


    Aldrich allowed Van der Meyde to enter the game, making it 5v6.


    Van der Meyde positioned himself as a left winger. On his first touch, he tried to demonstrate his technical skills but lost control of the ball when Mills pressured him during a feint, leading to a swift clearance by the defending side, who subsequentlypleted ten passes and secured the win.


    Van der Meyde wore a disgruntled expression, while Mills shrugged in resignation.


    He thought the Dutchman was too soft.


    With one defender off, Gattuso subbed out for a rest.


    The game continued at 5v5.


    Van der Meyde''s performance was dismal; even with equal numbers, he was too eager to impress. Every time he received the ball on the wing, he lost it within five seconds, even when he attempted to dribble. Mills consistently blocked his path, leaving him hopeless.


    His former teammates now believed this Dutch kid was too weak!


    Nedv��d and Trezeguet stepped in to support him on the left, further exposing Van der Meyde''sck of positional awareness.


    Duff and Klose took turns trying out their luck, but the disappointment grew for the three neers, and their confidence took a hit.


    Even the tall and lean Klose was knocked down by a simple shoulder charge from Materazzi.


    If we were to rate the three on a scale of ten, their technical abilities would fall between 4 and 6, while their physicality and team awareness likely wouldn''t even reach 3.


    "Don''t be discouraged. You''re all still young; obviously, there''s a gap between your abilities and theirs."


    Aldridge''s smile was encouraging and he soothed the trio''s frustrations. If they really have what is visible to the naked eye, it may not be Millwall''s turn to sign them.


    Klose pointed at Trezeguet and said, "But he doesn''t look much older than I am!"


    Aldrich chuckled, "Haha, he''ll be 20 in three months. The reason he''s stronger and performs so well isn''t just talent; the most important factor is that he has trained hard here for the past three years. Take a good look at the other yers; don''t they all have great physiques?"


    The three looked over at their teammates��Nedv��d, Schneider, Back, Lampard, Van Nistelrooy, Shevchenko, and others. If Millwall weren''t a football club, they would definitely qualify topete in a male modeling contest.


    "When they take their shirts off, you''ll see they have no excess fat and clear muscle definition. Two years ago, the club introduced a scientific fitness training regime, and every year, the coaching staff sends people abroad to learn modern fitness training methods. Their hard work,bined with scientific training, has made them stronger than your average yers, and you can be that way too."


    On the first day of training, the three yers had a more detailed understanding of Millwall and realized the gap between themselves and the team. Aldrich wasn''t trying to intimidate them but to help them recognize reality early, which would allow them to focus on working hard to catch up with their teammates.


    Suddenly, Ronaldinho sprinted over to Aldrich, shing a big smile. "Boss, when will I make my Premier League debut?"


    Aldrich turned his gaze toward the sweaty young Brazilian with a puzzled look. "Why are you asking about that?"


    "You''ve got to tell me so I can prepare!"


    "Are you ready? You''ve got it wrong; it''s not about whether you''re prepared or not. It''s about whether I think you can do it. If I believe you can, I won''t give you any time to get ready; you just have to go on the field!"


    "Absolutely, if you tell me to go, I''ll definitely go! So when will that be?"


    Aldrich rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What were your statsst season in the youth team?"


    Ronaldinho quickly responded, "21 goals and 18 assists."


    "Alright then, as soon as you can put up a double-digit performance in the reserves, I''ll let you y in the Premier League."


    "Huh?!"


    Ronaldinho''s jaw dropped, and then he panicked, asking, "Why? Just a few months ago, I yed in the FA Cup final!"


    Aldrich spoke earnestly, "That situation was different. You came in when we had an extra man and were leading the scoreline. If you think the youth league''s level is directlyparable to the Premier League, you haven''t woken up yet. Go show me what you can do in the reserves. If you can''t perform well in those practice matches, how can I let you into the Premier League? Andre scored 19 goals in just ten reserve league games two years ago; do youck confidence in yourself?"


    Ronaldinho felt a bit disheartened but quickly perked up, pointing at Aldrich with a cocky grin. "Just wait! I''ll get that double-digit contribution! I''ll do it in less than six months!"


    Aldrich shrugged. "You''d better make it count on both goals and assists."


    Ronaldinho turned and dashed off to find the reserves'' manager, Capo, to inquire about the yer roster for the new season.


    When he learned that yers like Lampard, Gattuso, Ferdinand, and Gronkjaer often featured in the reserves, Ronaldinho felt far more confident.


    This was totally different from the youth team''s level.


    "Boss, I misspoke earlier! I''ll make it happen in three months!"


    Aldrich chuckled at this.


    If Ronaldinho thought the level of reserve leaguepetition was low, he couldn''t have been more mistaken. If it were just lower league reserves, it might be eptable, but in the Premier League, the reserves consisted of substitute yers from professional clubs striving for a spot in the matchday squad. Not to mention, many stars returned from injuries to regain their form, making these matches fiercepetitions among the second teams of Premier League clubs, sometimes even more intense than the Premier League itself as everyone fought for their spot in the starting lineup.


    To make the squad, he had to prove himself and hold his ground on that team.

 Chapter 242: The anger of the Dutch giants

    <h4>Chapter 242: The anger of the Dutch giants</h4>


    Millwall''s preseason training was progressing smoothly, and by the end of July, they kicked off their series of friendly matches.


    Last summer, they had invited the Scottish giants Celtic, and this summer, it was sgow Rangers.


    In the first match, Millwallfortably defeated their opponent at home, as yers returning from vacation quickly regained theirpetitive form.


    The second friendly was also held at home, where Aldrich had invitedst season''s Ligue 1 champions, Monaco, to London.


    On the eve of the match, Aldrich personally weed Monaco''s head coach, Tigana, at the club''s entrance. Tigana, who led Monaco to the French championship, gained widespread acim following Wenger''s departure.


    In the new season, Monaco would also participate in the Champions League, and like Millwall, they were unfamiliar with thepetition, so it was essential for both teams to familiarize themselves with different styles of y.


    Tigana was very interested in Millwall, who had unexpectedly beaten Paris Saint-Germain in the previous season. Without hesitation, he epted Aldrich''s invitation.


    Outside the club, Tigana looked up at the massive promotional poster hanging on the main building with keen interest.


    "Millwall really is a collection of stars now," he remarked sincerely.


    The poster featured The Lions'' emblem as the background, enhanced by a fiery effect, showcasing upper-body images of Larsson, Nedv��d, Mak��l��l��, Southgate, and Lampard.


    This was a typical promotional strategy for the football club.


    They rarely highlighted a single yer in the promotional images; instead, they creatively showcased club culture from multiple perspectives.


    For instance, among these five, Southgate and Lampard represented local talent; Lampard symbolized youth, Mak��l��l�� stood for diversity, Larsson was the hotshot striker, and Nedv��d the spiritual leader.


    Aldrich invited Tigana to share drinks in his office. At only 42, Tigana was a young coach, having started coaching a year before Aldrich. He had achieved a remarkable heightst season with Lyon, securing the championship with a significant 12-point lead.


    Both shared high expectations for the uing Champions League, analyzing the current conditions of various European clubs while reminiscing about the time they had watched matches with Fernandez, who had been let go due to their partnership.


    Monaco had beaten Paris Saint-Germain, and Millwall had also knocked out the UEFA Cup defending champions.


    The next day at The Den, the stadium was packed with fans who came with a rxed attitude to enjoy the match. Television stations covered the friendly between the Premier League champions and the Ligue 1 champions, depicting it as a prelude for two teams that would grace the Champions League next season.


    Aldrich took a rather casual approach to friendly matches. They functioned mainly as a way to train the yers and adjust their fitness, rather than a genuine attempt to measure the team''s strength, especially since rival teams might not be giving their all.


    However, these matches were essential; they provided yers with the psychological preparation for thepetitive season ahead.


    Both teams yed with an open style. French teams had established a Latin style since the tini era, while Millwall had adopted a more European style of y, showing a trend of excellence. When such teams shed, the result was bound to be an exciting match, unless they engaged in a fierce, upromising battle.


    Goals flowed back and forth as the match progressed.


    Aldrich sat on the sidelines in sports attire, and his rxed demeanor was evident as he chatted and joked with the other coaches.


    "Aldrich, let''s buy that young winger across the field! I feel he would definitely contribute more than Van der Meyde in the new season," Ben��tez suddenly said seriously.


    Aldrich didn''t even need to look to know who he was referring to.


    The future king of Highbury: Henry!


    Even though Henry was still ying as a winger, he had already shown outstanding potential.


    Strictly speaking, Wenger didn''t provide much assistance to Henry during his tenure at Monaco, but he had discovered Henry''s exceptional talent. Under Tigana, Henry blossomed into a key yer for the team and made it to the national team, boarding the train for the World Cup.


    Aldrich smiled wryly, "I wanted to sign him three years ago, but they wouldn''t sell. Just a month ago, when I was in France, I asked Tigana specifically: Petit was sold for less than three million pounds, what about Henry? I offered four million pounds. But they still rejected me."


    Ben��tez nced at Tigana on the adjacent bench, puzzled. "Aren''t you familiar with him? He sold a key yer from the French national team, why can''t he cut you a deal for Henry? Four million pounds isn''t trivial; I''m sure you could add a bit more."


    Aldrich shrugged and shook his head, deciding not to say more.


    Four million pounds was indeed arge sum for the now 25-year-old Henry.


    While Henry would undoubtedly be a world-ss forward like Ronaldo, the two yers at 25 had considerable differences when it came to fame and ability. This summer, Ronaldo could be valued at twenty million pounds, while Aldrich believed Henry''s worth wouldn''t exceed six million pounds.


    To be fair, it wasn''t a matter of money; it was Tigana refusing to sell.


    It wasn''t that Aldrich had poor connections; it was just that their rtionship hadn''t reached that point, and Aldrich didn''t want to owe anyone a favor.


    Wenger''s circle in France is so wide that Aldridge''s casual drinking and game watching can''tpare.


    Fernandez is no fool. But Anelka only spent 500,000 pounds to join Arsenal.


    Petit also wasn''t an unknown; since his debut, he had been a promising talent in France, starting to y for the national team at 19. He was now on the verge of his golden years, crowned with the previous season''s Ligue 1 title, yet Monaco had sent him to Arsenal for less than three million pounds.


    What''s even more surprising was Guy Roux, who not only promised Wenger talent development but also established a football academy in Africa after retirement, helping Wenger scout for young talents.


    It''s clear why Arsenal under Wenger bore a distinct French vor. It wasn''t surprising that he had a soft spot for French yers. Given that quality yers on the transfer market were expensive, the cost-conscious Wenger preferred to source quality yers from France instead of overpaying.


    This showcased the power of connections in the industry. Aldrich, a neer, had yet to establish his reputation or yer connections in his lengthy career. He could only build friendships withpatible coaches gradually, hoping that one day an umtion of these rtionships could lead to significant opportunities, allowing him to be a well-connected manager.


    As the friendly came to an end, the satisfied fans cheered and apuded both teams.


    The score was 4:4.


    With eight goals and a back-and-forth disy of attacking football, the fans enjoyed a feast of goals.


    As the new season drew closer, the excitement that had built up over the summer began to be released��full stands for a friendly were the best testament to this.


    Aldrich and Tigana chatted for a bit longer. Aldrich was quite sincere; he had pursued Henry twice. Failing the first time was due to Wenger''s rejection, and the second time was Tigana''s.


    After the match, with no further games nned for the uing week, they awaited the Community Shield before the league opener to fine-tune their condition.


    However, Aldrich didn''t anticipate that unforeseen circumstances woulde crashing in.


    On the very night they bid farewell to Monaco, Adam rushed to his home with a grave expression and solemnly informed him: Ajax was furious!


    With Van Gaal departing for Barcelona, Ajax was experiencing significant turmoil, having spent six years there while developing numerous stars from the Ajax system.


    Ajax have been grappling with the departure of their legendary coach all summer, which has led to them cking off on signing professional contracts with their youth teams. Once Olsen took over and put things in order, he was surprised to find that the much-anticipated Van der Meyde seemed to disappear. It''s clear that not only has Van der Meyde not signed anything, but he''s already headed to London, where he''s getting on well with his new teammates at Millwall.


    After two consecutive seasons of losing key yers for free, the thought of losing another promising youth yer was intolerable for Ajax!


    This was uneptable!


    That was their lifeline!


    They informed Millwall: Provide a solution or we will report you to UEFA and FIFA!


    Hearing this, Aldrich felt a pang of regret.


    In contractual terms, Van der Meyde''s contract with Ajax had expired, allowing Millwall to sign him afterwards, so the timelines matched up perfectly.


    But the mistake was that Aldrich had approached Van der Meyde while his apprenticeship contract with Ajax hadn''t yet expired.


    Although there weren''t any witnesses or material proof, the timelines indicated that Aldrich went to Amsterdam while Van der Meyde was packing his bags for London, making it evident that Van der Meyde had indeed left for London before the end of June.


    At that time, international transfer regtions weren''t particrly detailed. In fact, especially following the impact of the Bosman ruling, FIFA and UEFA were distressed by theck of detailed regtions concerning transfers of young yers, and the ban on international transfers for yers under 18 would be implemented only a decadeter.


    Nevertheless, Ajax certainly had grounds to be irate; they were on the receiving end of the situation and would be perceived as victims if they didn''t even get trainingpensation, which could tarnish Millwall''s image.


    Aldrich sat across from Adam at his home. He held his forehead and closed his eyes, asking, "What do they propose? It should just be about money, right? Tell them Millwall will offer three hundred thousand pounds aspensation."


    Adam replied quietly, "Boss, while it''s about money, Ajax doesn''t want a direct payout."


    "Huh? What do you mean?"


    "I guess they want to avoid public outcry. If this issue blows up, other top European clubs might swoop in and tempt their young talents. They would prefer to handle this discreetly without announcing it, but we still need to provide some form ofpensation."


    Aldrich scratched his head, unable toe up with a solution.


    Transactions between clubs have ounting records, and international exchanges bring the risk of scrutiny; failing to rify can be a hidden danger.


    Aldrich was relieved that Ajax didn''t wish to go public with this issue; he too wanted to protect Millwall''s reputation.


    "Wait, let me consult a professional."


    When ites to financial matters, Aldrich thought the most knowledgeable person was Andrew.


    Sure enough, when he called Andrew, exined the situation, Andrew quickly proposed a solution.


    After hanging up, Aldrich was all smiles as he said to Adam, "Tell Ajax we''lle to Amsterdam for a friendly match. They keep all the ticket sales��no share for us. If they feel one match isn''t enough, we''llmit to another within the next two years under the same conditions."


    Understanding Aldrich''s intention, Adam''s eyes lit up.


    Based on Millwall''s stature as a treble-winning club, inviting them for a friendly match was no trivial matter.


    A few yearster, this would be normal. Major clubs'' friendlies carried specified appearance fees.

 Chapter 243: Battling the Rumors

    <h4>Chapter 243: Battling the Rumors</h4>


    Just after reaching a verbal agreement regarding a friendly match with the bitter rivals Ajax, Aldrich felt a sense of resolution, at least concerning the Van der Meyde incident.


    The next morning, Aldrich tidied himself up, ready to head to the club. As he opened the door, a chaotic scene unfolded before him.


    A throng of reporters had congregated outside his home, showering him with questions.


    "Mr. Hall, is there any illicit activity surrounding Ronaldinho''s move to Millwall?"


    "People are questioning his eligibility for professional y in Ennd. How does Millwall respond to this?"


    "The FA doesn''t have any documented transfer of Ronaldinho from Brazil to Millwall. Is he really qualified to y?"


    ...


    Initially dazed, Aldrich finally grasped the situation once the flurry of questions subsided.


    He quietly stepped back inside, mming the door shut behind him.


    At that moment, the phone at home rang.


    Frowning, Aldrich picked up the receiver, only to hear Ronaldinho''s voice on the other end. "Boss, my house is surrounded by reporters! What should I do?"


    "Whatever they ask, don''t answer!"


    "Oh, should I still go to practice today?"


    "Of course you should. No cking off!"


    "Ha ha ha, you see right through me!"


    ...


    Aldrich felt relieved that Ronaldinho''s family had returned to Brazil. Even his sister couldn''t adapt to life here and decided to go back home with their parents.


    Ronaldinho''s family was confident that he would do well here. After all, it was his first professional contract, bringing in ��5,000 a week. By sending half of that back home each month, he could help ensure his family had afortable life in Brazil, especially since his brother was still ying football there.


    If his family were here, it might attract all sorts of gossip.


    Aldrich picked up the phone to call the club staff, wanting to get to the bottom of things. This baseless rumor was starting to annoy him.


    Just then, there was a knock on the door.


    Peering through the peephole, Aldrich recognized the visitor and opened the door.


    Yvonne stepped in, looking elegant in a tailored shirt and skirt. After closing the door, Aldrich put the phone down.


    She got straight to the point. "A newspaper on Fleet Street has published an article questioning Ronaldinho''s eligibility as a professional yer in Ennd. It''s the slow news season for football, and this article has been quickly picked up by others, igniting quite a buzz."


    Aldrich sat back in thought with his legs crossed, while Yvonne took a seat beside him, curiously asking, "Could he really be here illegally? Honestly, if it weren''t for him representing Brazil in the summer tournament, we might have thought he was English."


    Despite Ronaldinho''s distinctly non-English name and his darkerplexion, Ennd is a melting pot of immigrants. Especially in London, where people from all over the world flock, East London in particr serves as anding point for many.


    Aldrich had many friends, like Saul and Fred, who were both ck but considered themselves true Brits. Saul even had a European-sounding name, while Fred''s name had Latin American roots.


    Ronaldinho had appeared in Millwall''s youth squad at under-16. He wasn''t officially listed in the club''s promotional material for the first team, which typically included details on yers'' names, nationalities, and past performances.


    Most of the Lions'' fans thought Ronaldinho was English, until he made a ssh in that summer tournament, causing fans to realize: he''s Brazilian! That exins his dazzling skills!


    Fans epted this revtion without further thoughts.


    But some busybodies were a different story.


    A Brazilian?


    Can a Brazilian just y football in Ennd?


    Who established the work permit system?


    How in the world did Ronaldinho end up at Millwall?


    After a series of questions like these echoed in their minds, it all morphed into conspiracy theories.


    For instance, insinuating the FA had bent the rules regarding work permits or that Millwall had acted illegally in signing Ronaldinho.


    Yvonne came seeking answers from Aldrich, naturally curious about the truth.


    "A transfer? What transfer are you talking about? Ronaldinho didn''t even have a contract beforeing to Ennd; he didn''t belong to any Brazilian club, so what''s there to transfer?"


    After Aldrich said this, Yvonne quickly asked, "So he just signed straight away? But he doesn''t have a EU passport, does he?"


    Aldrich shook his head, recounting the situation''s details to Yvonne. By now, he figured out how to handle the situation.


    Why bother with the meddlesome reporters?


    What Aldrich didn''t realize was that behind all this was a scheming hand��none other than Millwall''s arch-rival, Chelsea.


    Bates harbored resentment over Ronaldinho''s stunning performance in the FA Cup final. That summer, not only did he sign new yers to enhance his squad, but he also aimed to lure away some of Millwall''s top talents.


    Stealing yers from a rival was a guaranteed morale booster, especially for a team in a weaker position.


    However, Millwall''s yers showed no interest in moving to Chelsea, not even Ronaldinho.


    Despite having won the Premier League, Millwall was still on the rise. The yers were eager to seize the moment and take on Chelsea head-to-head!


    Regardless of anything, they''ve made their mark in Millwall''s history. If they put in the effort and stick together, there''s a good chance they could be legends. As for Chelsea? Let''s wait and see if they can win a trophy first.


    Thus, Bates quickly saw an opportunity when he learned of Ronaldinho''s Brazilian nationality. He discreetly sent someone to stir the pot. A cunning character, he knew Chelsea wouldn''t outright make waves; they could just use a middleman to nt the seed, allowing the tabloid culture to explode from there.


    Bates thrived on this kind of dirty y, much like when he hired a private investigator to dig into Dein''s affairs. Even if nothing substantial came of it, he would relish in making life more difficult for his rivals.


    Aldrich and Yvonne left the apartment. As they stepped out, reporters surrounded them. Aldrich opened the garage door, tossed the keys to Yvonne to get the car, and turned to face the crowd of reporters.


    The assembled journalists quickly fell silent, sensing that the young manager was about to speak.


    Aldrich maintained a calm demeanor as he addressed them. "Ronaldinho''s eligibility to y has been registered with the FA. If you believe he doesn''t have the right to represent Millwall or y in Ennd, perhaps you should question the FA. In any case, Ronaldinho will still bepeting for Millwall in the new season, as we''ve submitted the squad list which the FA has approved. Please don''t bother me or my yers with this nonsense."


    Once he finished his statement, Yvonne pulled up in the car, and Aldrich hopped into the passenger seat. In a sh, the vehicle sped off.


    The reporters exchanged nces and varied expressions.


    Some looked genuinely disappointed.


    These stringers covering the gossip didn''t care much about whether Ronaldinho was legitimate; they just wanted to see a celebrity slip up.


    If Aldrich had misspoken or lost his cool, such photos and headlines would certainly sell better than anything about Ronaldinho.


    But given that it was a slow news period for football, with little to cover outside of transfer market tidbits, who would bother writing about friendlies?


    With hopes dashed, they turned their attention to the FA.


    The FA was promptly put on high alert. As a governing body of professional football, the FA was technically a private entity andrgely unregted, granting it vast power while simultaneously fearing public discord. Should societal pressure intensify, forcing government intervention into the FA''s affairs, it was a nightmare scenario for everyone involved.


    Thus, all day, the FA scrambled to investigate Ronaldinho''s registration and discovered no discrepancies whatsoever.


    That night, a spokesperson for the FA stepped forward to assert, "Ronaldinho holds British nationality, and his service to an English club is entirely in ordance with FA regtions. Moreover, there are no transfer records for Ronaldinho because he didn''t transfer; he joined Millwall as a free agent."


    Aldrich shifted the focus onto the FA, which, eager to appear efficient and transparent, quickly issued a statement to deflect attention from their own purported failure.


    They showcased the documents of Ronaldinho''s registration, including his UK passport.


    To the reporters, the message was clear: if you want to stir up trouble, go ahead!


    If questioning persists, take it up with the Immigration Office or UK Passport Office!


    After all, the FA had no intention of verifying whether Ronaldinho''s citizenship was legitimate.


    The FA resembled a fortress, with powerful figures holed up inside, avoiding confrontation with external government entities while steadfastly resisting any efforts to break into their domain.


    Even though several scandals had inviting red gs for governmental scrutiny in the football world, they often fizzled out. The truth could obliterate professional football, harming Ennd''s football reputation far worse than any hooligan-rted tragedies. This was an unspoken agreement shared among power brokers in professional football worldwide. No government dared touch football, not even during Thatcher''s reign. Rumors circted that two versions of the Taylor Report existed, the real one permanently sealed or even destroyed.


    Consequently, the FA engaged in clever deflection, adopting an outward face of impartiality, ensuring external focus shifted to governmental departments.


    Relentless reporters returned to the Immigration Office and Passport Office for insights.


    Outside of information they couldn''t disclose, the official response was straightforward: Ronaldinho possesses UK citizenship.


    Upon hearing this, the reporters felt deted.


    Angry thoughts flooded their minds: Who the hell started this mess? They had been made to look like fools!


    As Aldrich sat calmly on the couch that morning, he realized how to deal with the matter. If he hadn''t been thrown off by the reporters'' ruckus when he stepped out to go to work, he wouldn''t have forgotten his original intention of assisting Ronaldinho''s family with their investment immigration.


    Be it the FA, UEFA, or FIFA, they all belong to the football sphere. If a yer transfers from one club to another, their respective national associations govern it while FIFA oversees therger picture.


    But when an entire family moves from one country to another, that falls outside football''s jurisdiction, and they would avoid any interaction with government bodies.


    Initially, Aldrich had invested over two million pounds in Ronaldinho, wishing for a smooth process without any concerns.


    Ronaldinho''s family immigrating? Who would even care? The FA? UEFA? FIFA? Even if they wanted to, would they dare stand against the UK government or the EU?


    As long as they didn''te looking for trouble, Aldrich considered it a victory.


    Regarding who financed Ronaldinho''s family''s ��2 million investment in UK bonds, not even the FA would dare question that. Anyone attempting to stir that pot would meet resistance from the UK government, eager to bolster the economy. A ��2 million stable investment for one immigrant was more than wee��a boon for the recovering strength of the pound. Who would foolishly challenge well-established policies?


    Ronaldinho acquired his UK citizenship before joining Millwall, meaning every step of the process waspletely in line with regtions.


    This wasn''t a yer transfer; Aldrich had more than enough grounds to stand firm on this issue.


    As the storm settled, Aldrich led the team to Amsterdam for their third preseason friendly against Ajax.

 Chapter 244: player Are Made from a Young Age

    <h4>Chapter 244: yer Are Made from a Young Age</h4>


    Millwall arrived and departed in a rush. Theynded in Amsterdam by ne in the morning and yed a friendly match against Ajax at the ArenA in the afternoon. After the game, they flew back to London, and the team disbanded at 8 PM.


    The friendly match ended in a resounding victory for Millwall, who embarrassingly trounced Ajax 5-2 on their home turf.


    Aldrich had initially encouraged the yers to take it easy and enjoy themselves, but Ajax took the match far too seriously. They showed a determination to win, driven by Olson''s desire to prove himself after just taking over the team. Hepletely overlooked the tactical deficiencies that arose from the departures of several core yers. Plus, with Ajax''s propensity for an aggressive 4-3-3 formation, Millwall was not afraid at all. They counterattacked with precision, scoring five goals against a rebuilding Ajax side almost effortlessly.


    The Dutch mediamented the swift decline of former giants, reminiscing that just two years ago, Ajax was the king of Europe. Now, they were humiliated at home by Millwall, who hadn''t even yed a single Champions League match yet.


    Fleet Street was cheering for Millwall, with some saying this marked a turning point, shedding the "Ennd''s Ajax"bel. In Millwall''s coaching staff, apart from Aldrich and Benitez, everyone else hailed from Ajax, and the team''s style had be distinctly its own, creating a unique identity for "Millwall" that evoked a passionate style of y.


    In five days, Millwall would participate in theirst warm-up match before the start of the Premier League season: the Community Shield.


    Upon returning to London after defeating Ajax, Aldrich did not rush home but went to the training base, where he had his own office while the other coaches shared a space.


    Craig had stayed behind at the club, busy studying materials provided by Andrew''s agency.


    Tomorrow, a forgotten young yer was scheduled for a trial.


    Aldrich stood in the coaches'' office, arms crossed, gazing intently at game footage on the television.


    Craig sat beside him with a remote, asionally fast-forwarding the tape. When the yer they were set to trial tomorrow appeared, Craig would slow it down, ying it in slow motion for analysis.


    "From his positioning, he still shows a strong understanding of the game. However, as a forward, he consciously avoids physical contact with defenders. In over 100 equal opportunities this season, he only seeded seven times! That''s why he got dropped, but I believe he shouldn''t have been used that way," Craig exined.


    Aldrich listened, nodding asionally.


    By analyzing the ys in the game footage, especially with the long shots and slow motion, the coaches could more urately assess each yer''s positional choices and individual performances, making it a more direct option than the "highlight reels" agents usually send clubs.


    Aldrich shook his head, saying, "Liverpool is a head-scratcher. David Larmore was trained in a technical style in the youth team. The Liverpool youth squad also ys with a continental style, so it''s natural for Larmore to avoid physical confrontation after his serious injury. Even if he has lingering doubts, psychological support can help. Lending him to Doncaster was a disastrous decision. At the most crucial time for his recovery, they sent him off to struggle alone. Doncaster ys the most traditional English football, relying on long balls and physical contests. It''s not that he performed poorly; it''s that the team is too weak. He needs teammates who can y at his pace, not be forced into a role he isn''t suited for..."


    Liverpool''s youth training philosophy differed significantly from traditional English methods. Stars like Owen, Gerrard, Carragher, and Thompson emerged from this period; while they might not have seemed technically superior among the elite, they outperformed over 99% of their peers in Ennd. Their specialized training produced standout qualities, like Owen''s explosive speedbined with excellent finishing, and Carragher''s physicality and bnce.


    In such a youth training environment, David Larmore''s performance once suppressed Irving. While age does y a factor, it doesn''t negate his potential and the skill level he''s already reached.


    Last May, Irving was Larmour''s backup. Soon after, Larmour suffered a serious injury in training. By the time he recovered, Owen had broken into the first team. Larmour spent the second half of the season on loan at Doncaster, where he failed to score, while Owen made his debut and broke the Premier League''s record as the youngest goalscorer.


    Before Owen rose to fame, Larmore had been the more dazzling prodigy. A yearter, their fortunes took wildly different turns.


    Perhaps it was Larmore''sck of goals at Doncaster that solidified Liverpool''s decision to let go of the once-promising "future superstar."


    Through a simplistic lens, it seemed clear: if he couldn''t score in a low-level league, how could he possibly seed at Liverpool?


    But Aldrich saw it differently. Larmore faced challenges; the physical and mental impacts of his injury had undoubtedly hit his career hard.


    Yet his technical ability remained intact, especially that invisible quality: "game reading." This was crucial; many yers with strong individual skills oftencked this, showcasing a "look at my fancy footwork" style but providing little contribution to the team''s efforts.


    Aldrich decided to give Larmore another chance��this forward nearing his eighteenth birthday was struggling to find ytime in Ennd.


    No big clubs showed interest, and even small teams like Doncaster seemed indifferent, given his dismal record of zero goals.


    Lower-tier clubs extended invitations, but Larmore found them hard to ept. After all, the contract he signed with Liverpool at 16 was worth more than these small clubs'' offers.


    Millwall wasn''t shy about investing in young talent. Even a weekly wage of ��500 would total under ��30,000 a year; with a budget of ��1 million, they could nurture nearly 40 rookies. Aldrich had set an annual budget of ��400,000 for the youth squad, including sries and operational costs.


    In Ennd, only Millwall dared to invest over 10% of its revenue into youth training.


    The next day, Aldrich did not personally oversee Larmore''s trial but entrusted it to the youth team.


    There are plenty of younger yers in Millwall''s youth team with more talent than Larmore. However, Larmore made an impression on Aldrichst year, which is why Aldrich is keeping a close eye on him. Whether Larmore can make a name for himself at Millwall remains uncertain, but Aldrich''s expectations aren''t too high��he''ll just have to wait and see.


    As the new season approached, the yers ramped up their training, brimming with excitement for the uing year. They couldn''t wait to step onto the Champions League stage.


    Even after the recent expansion of the Champions League, increasing the number of participating teams from 16 to 24, the quality had not diminished. On the contrary,petitiveness heightened as top teams were now included, allowing stronger runners-up ess, such as those from Serie A, and teams like Barcelona, which scored over 100 league goalsst season but had to settle behind Real Madrid.


    Eager for their European debut, the yers'' spirits soared higher than the previous season.


    After a day''s training ended, Aldrich and the coaches gathered to pick up stray balls scattered across the field.


    At that moment, a Mercedes pulled into the training ground and parked in front of the office building. Andrew, who hadn''t been seen in a while, stepped out, and with a smile, opened the back door to reveal two small boys, about ten years old.


    The three walked to the edge of the training field. The boys curiously examined the surroundings, while Andrew gently patted them on the head.


    Once Aldrich finished collecting the balls, he turned and saw Andrew beside the two boys. A feeling of excitement washed over him.


    His face broke into a broad smile as he approached Andrew, bending down to formally greet the boy on the left and offering his hand for a handshake.


    "Hey, you like it when people call you Kun,huh? My name is Aldrich Hall. If you like it here, you can join in and y; there are a lot of talented kids around!"


    Aldrich spoke in Spanish. While it differed slightly from the Argentine dialect, they couldmunicate effectively.


    The boy looked up at Aldrich, replying earnestly, "Boss, I''ll y well here."


    After finishing, he extended his hand for a shake, but one hand alone couldn''t grasp Aldrich''s, so he used both.


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, casting a nce at Andrew, knowing this was surely his influence.


    Then he turned to the other boy, smiling at the somewhat delicate-looking child. "Leo, I know you''ve been unwell. But don''t be discouraged. Everyone gets sick. You''ll recover quickly here, and I hope you enjoy football."


    Andrew gently patted the heads of the two boys, the first being 9-year-old Aguero, while Aldrich now faced 10-year-old Messi.


    Messi had already been diagnosed with a growth hormone deficiency. Treatment was only a basic step; more importantly, his future growth needed careful management. Aldrich would ensure he received the best medical care and appoint a specialized coaching team to create a tailored n for him.


    The 10-year-old Messi currently has a look in his eyes shrouded in darkness, with no hint of brilliance.


    While Ronaldo faced the burden of family expectations from a young age, the pressure Messi experienced during his childhood wasrgely due to mental and physical stresses.


    Even in history, Messi was diagnosed with a disease at the age of 11 that required years of treatment and daily specialized training. Although he appears vulnerable among his peers due to his short stature, his journey to sess is equally an inspiring story of determination.


    When meeting Aldrich for the first time, Messi merely nodded, saying nothing.


    Aldrich didn''t take offense; it was just in Messi''s nature. Even when he became a football superstar, he would still show signs of introversion.


    Aldrich personally escorted the two boys to the youth team for registration, cing them in the same dormitory.


    Millwall''s amodations for young yers featured a family-style apartment setup,plete with a shared living and dining area, private bedrooms, an indoor mini-pitch, a gym, and a pool.


    As they entered the dormitory building, just before mealtime, Aldrich paused, alongside Messi and Aguero, their gazes drawn to an open door leading to the mini-pitch. Inside, a solemn-looking boy stood three meters from the wall, repeatedly kicking a ball against it with his left foot.


    Kick, receive, kick, receive... all executed solely with his left foot.


    Noticing their presence, the boy halted his ball, turned to greet Aldrich, and his gaze briefly swept over Aguero and Messi, remainingpletely indifferent before continuing to kick the ball against the wall.


    Aldrich turned to Messi and Aguero. "That''s Cristiano Ronaldo, 12 years old. You''ll be teammates."

 Chapter 245: New Season, Let the Battle Begin!

    <h4>Chapter 245: New Season, Let the Battle Begin!</h4>


    After settling Messi and Aguero into their rooms, it was time for dinner. Aldrich decided to leave first, hoping these two youngsters would adapt to their new environment on their own.


    Without adults leading them, they would instinctively blend in.


    Aldrich descended to the first floor and passed by the indoor training field, where he saw Cristiano still kicking a ball against the wall. He approached and said, "It''s time for dinner. Take a break."


    Cristiano paused his practice, already sweating and looking somewhat frustrated. "Meulensteen told me to kick against the wall with my left foot for an hour every day. I don''t see the point."


    Aldrich understood hisints. Training could be monotonous, and coaches often racked their brains to design engaging drills that not only kept yers motivated but also achieved training objectives.


    However, some fundamental exercises, no matter how dull, had to bepleted.


    "Do you know who Ronaldinho is?"


    Cristiano bent to pick up the ball, responding nonchntly, "Yeah, that Brazilian. He''s incredible, but I''ll definitely be better than him in the future."


    Aldrich shook his head. "If you don''t stick to this training, you can''t surpass him. When he first joined the team, he disyed amazing talent, but his footwork was unbnced. You might not understand the importance of using both feet right now. If you can only kick with your right foot in the future, then defenders will find it easier to limit your performance, forcing you to rely more on your left foot. If that''s the case, they''ll be waiting for you to mess up when you try to control the ball with it. Ronaldinho overcame that. Aside from a noticeable skill disparity in shooting, during dribbling, ball control, short passes, and other techniques, you could hardly tell which foot was his dominant one. That unpredictability significantly increased his threat with the ball because opponents couldn''t anticipate his next move."


    Cristiano furrowed his brows and pondered Aldrich''s words. Maturing beyond his years, he calmed his restless spirit before asking, "How long did he train like that?"


    "An hour and a half with his left foot every day for a whole year. Not a single day off. You''re still young, so don''t overdo it with training. Listen to your coach; Meulensteen will help you be excellent. Just follow his guidance��no questioning it, just work hard."


    Cristiano nodded solemnly, then left the indoor field with Aldrich, heading to shower before getting dinner.


    Aldrich returned to his office, where Andrew was waiting for him.


    "Did everything get sorted out with Spain?" Aldrich asked pointedly with a smile.


    Andrew put down a magazine, sitting cross-legged on the couch. "Yes, Rivaldo''s personal terms are settled. The next step is negotiating the transfer fee between Barcelona and La Coru?a."


    Ronaldo transferred to Inter Mn over a month prior, and Barcelona had set its sights on Rivaldo as a recement. Although they hadn''t agreed on a fee yet, personal terms had already been discreetly discussed, awaiting consensus between the clubs.


    The brothers left the club together, heading for an upscale restaurant in the city for dinner.


    While discussing recent events over the past two months, Aldrich shared his experiences from various European countries. Andrewughed heartily when he heard about Aldrich getting robbed on the streets of Rome.


    Andrew then divulged the details about bringing Aguero and Messi aboard.


    Aguero''s transfer was straightforward, though an Argentine giant wanted him to undergo training in a lower-level squad.


    However, that club clearly wouldn''t offer much for nine-year-old Aguero, as "child-level" training usually presented opportunities without high sries for youngsters.


    Aguero''s family, with over ten members, lived in a slum, certainlycking the patience to wait for him to be a star to lift them out of poverty.


    Moving from a slum to London was like ascending from hell to heaven. Moreover, Andrew had extended an extraordinarily generous offer: immigrate to the UK without financial worries. Five yearster, if they wanted to sell a UK bond worth ��200,000, they could do so anytime; if not, they could keep it. It would be entirely theirs!


    Messi''s situation was moreplicated. Andrew had a contact pose as a Boca Juniors scout and "stumbled across" Messi, intending for him to join training. However, after a medical check, they discovered Messi suffered from growth hormone deficiency, causing Boca Juniors to lose interest.


    After half a month, while Messi''s family searched for medical help, Andrew approached them openly with an invitation. They epted without hesitation, eager for Andrew to swiftly arrange their relocation to the UK for the best treatment for Messi.


    Although some of his methods might not be transparent, Aldrich saw no issue with it. In the end, Messi receiving treatment and targeted training for his growth was beneficial.


    As their conversation ended, they mentioned their older brother Bat, whom they hadn''t seen in almost six months.


    He''d been in the U.S. for that long; for over a month, not even a phone call home. He was extremely busy and shrouded in mystery.


    Andrew''s tone hinted at his grievances, and Aldrich guessed part of the issue: the Asian financial crisis was unfolding, and their older brother was likely profiting from the financial turmoil in the U.S.


    The day before the Community Shield match, after an early training session, yers lined up in their crisp, clean jerseys.


    Led by Aldrich, the coaching staff donned deep blue tracksuits. The coaches sat together, facing the yers standing behind them, all smiling and standing tall for the camera.


    A photographer captured their "family portrait" for the new season.


    The youth team was also getting pictures taken, with each age group posing together, followed by a group shot.


    It wasn''t over yet; Aldrich asked the photographer for one more group photo with all the Millwall yers.


    The young yers from the youth team arrived at the first team training pitch. Those lively kids, usually full of chatter and exuberance, fell silent, probably intimidated by the first-team stars. Their gazes frequently drifted toward Larsson, Nedved, and Southgate, filled with both awe and admiration.


    Due to therge number, the queue was rather casual.


    Aldrich stood among the crowd, a smile on his face with arms crossed, surrounded by eager faces.


    At the front of the line, Cristiano sat cross-legged on the grass, resting his chin on his hand with a serious expression. Messi and Aguero stood at the edge of the front row, arms around each other, both looking intensely focused.


    With the photographer giving a thumbs-up, this photo taken in early August 1997 would be the ssic "family photo" for Millwall and the football world.


    At that moment the photo was taken, Aldrich felt a surge of ambition.


    Millwall not only possessed the present but also held the future. He was unwavering in his belief that Millwall would be the most powerful super club on the!


    ---


    **Millwall 1997-1998 First Team Roster:**


    **Goalkeepers:** Butt, Keller, Wright.


    **Defenders:** Schneider, Mills, Elgr?, Southgate, Ferdinand, Materazzi, Zambrotta, Capdev, Neil.


    **Midfielders:** Makelele, Gattuso, Pirlo, Back, Lampard, Nedved.


    **Forwards:** Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko, Gronkjaer, Van Nistelrooy, Gudjohnsen, Klose, Duff, Ronaldinho, Van der Meyde.


    **Total: 27 yers.**


    ---


    **Millwall Youth Team Star Roster (U18, U16, U14, U12):**


    **U18:**


    David Dunn,


    Francis Jeffers,


    Paulo Ferreira,


    Sebasti��n Squici,


    Miguel,


    Darius Vassell,


    Paul Robinson,


    Tim Cahill,


    Marco Bresciano,


    Christian Paulsen.


    **U16:**


    - Philip Mexes


    - Vicente


    - Xabi Alonso


    - Beno?t Pedretti


    - Andrea Barzagli


    - Ledley King


    - Brede Hangnd


    - Joe Cole


    - Michael Carrick


    - Ashley Cole


    - Scott Parker


    - David Vi


    **U14:**


    - Daniele De Rossi


    - Jermaine Jenas


    **U12:**


    - Sergio Aguero


    - Cristiano Ronaldo


    - Lionel Messi


    ---


    In London, Wembley Stadium.


    Millwall''s entire squad arrived here for the final warm-up match before the league opener. At least in Aldrich''s mind, this was just a warm-up.


    After Millwall clinchedst season''s league and FA Cup titles, this match was seen as a showdown between the domestic champions and the runners-up.


    **Millwall vs. Manchester United.**


    An hour before the match, with over eighty percent of the stands still empty, yers were warming up on the pitch.


    Aldrich remained in the locker room preparing for his pre-match speech, looking quite rxed, when someone knocked on the door. When Jensen opened it, he found a Manchester United yer standing there. He didn''t think it was a case of mistaken identity; instead, he smiled and said, "Good to see you, Ole. How have you been?"


    The baby-faced Solskjaer hade to visit Millwall''s locker room, respectfully greeting each coach who had once guided him. When he reached Aldrich, the former teacher and student exchanged pleasantries about each other''s lives, with Solskjaer congratting Aldrich once more.


    Even though he now wore the red jersey of Manchester United, he maintained a good rtionship with the Millwall coaching staff. Whenever he excelled at Manchester, Aldrich would privately text him to offer congrattions. Conversely, if he suffered an injury or had a poor performance, Aldrich would reach out to check on him.


    Even yers like Pires and Vieira, who had a bit of a spat during the transfer, arrived at Millwall''s locker room before a matchst season, mostly expressing gratitude. No matter what, Millwall had nurtured them. Though Vieira didn''t get much ying time in official matches, it didn''t equate to him being treated unfairly at Millwall.


    yers like Phillips, who had transferred to Sundend, also kept in close touch with Aldrich, often reaching out for advice on issues he encountered at Sundend.


    While Aldrich wouldn''t offer unsolicited advice to yers from other teams, he was more than willing to spend time helping his former students who sought his guidance.


    After chatting with Solskjaer for about ten minutes, the baby-faced striker left the Millwall locker room content.


    Such pre-match visits of courtesy weren''t to happen too close to kickoff��within a half-hour was too soon, as it could be seen as espionage. Hence, Solskjaer arrived early and left early as well.


    When Aldrich appeared at the sidelines of Wembley Stadium, the Lions'' fans gave him a warm wee with loud apuse.


    The Community Shield match heralded the arrival of the new Premier League season.


    Aldrich took his usual position in front of the coaching bench, his sharp gaze seemingly dering: The 1997-1998 season has begun!

 Chapter 246: Battle of Wits and Bravery

    <h4>Chapter 246: Battle of Wits and Bravery</h4>


    Ever since the conflict between Aldrich and Ferguson erupted over Stam''s transfer at the end ofst season, theirmunication had be non-existent. Aside from a congrattory text from Ferguson to Millwall at the season''s conclusion, their rtionship had plunged to an all-time low.


    Today at the Community Shield, it was the same story. They exchanged a perfunctory handshake before the match, then turned away without so much as a nce at each other.


    Aldrich had his principles; he believed in mutual respect. If someone respected him, he would return that respect. But he could not overlook or forgive the fact that Ferguson had tried to poach his yers before the season ended.


    Had it been any other club, Aldrich might not have pinned the me on the manager, but Ferguson practically ran Manchester United single-handedly. Every transfer moved through him.


    As the teams walked onto the pitch, thementators picked up on the formations each coach had chosen, giving clues about their approach to the match.


    "Today at Wembley, we have the Community Shield featuringst year''s Premier League champions. Millwall and Manchester United are both strong contenders for the new season. However, by looking at the starting lineups, it''s clear that Hall is treating this as a training opportunity, while Ferguson aims to get his team into form early by finding confidence through this match," thementator exined.


    Millwall''s starting lineup was as follows: Butt in goal, defenders Schneider, Elgra, Southgate, and Zambrotta, with a midfieldprising Gattuso, Back, and Nedved. The forward line featured Larsson, Van Nistelrooy, and Gronkjaer. Despite having a well-rounded squad, Hall opted to keep key yers like Makelele, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko on the bench. In contrast, Ferguson fielded his strongest team: Schmeichel in goal, with defenders Neville, Pallister, Stam, and Irwin; midfielders Beckham, Scholes, Keane, and Giggs; and forwards Cole and Sheringham. Memories ofst season''s humiliation��losing 6-0 on home turf��still lingered in Ferguson''s mind. He undoubtedly hoped his yers could regain their confidence against the formidable defending champions, Millwall.


    Seeing Manchester United''s lineup, Aldrich could guess Ferguson''s intentions. However, being rxed in his mindset didn''t mean he expected his yers to becent. This was the final warm-up before the new season, and he needed to get the yers mentally charged. Millwall had to reach at least 80% of their performance fromst season.


    The match kicked off with a fast pace as both teams were known for their quick y.


    After observing for a while, Aldrich walked back to his coaching area and leaned down to discuss with Benitez.


    "Have you noticed the changes in Manchester United?" Aldrich asked.


    "The yers are covering more ground thanst season, and they''re tightening their defensive structure. When they switch from defense to attack, they spread quickly. On the right, Beckham orchestrates the ys, while Giggs primarily breaks through on the left. Sheringham and Cole''s positioning is a one-in-front-of-the-other setup, while Scholes manages the midfield y, covering a lot of ground. When the attack reaches the front, he joins in on the final push."


    "The four defenders hardly go forward, and Keane is focused only on defense. I''m worried about the fitness of their attacking five; if they maintain this tempo, will they hold up in thest twenty minutes?"


    "I''m sure it''s not a problem. Nine months ago we absolutely crushed Manchester United 6-0 at Old Trafford. Ferguson must see the physical advantage we have. If they fall behind in other areas, the manager may not be able to do anything , but he will definitely not ignore an indicator that he can catch up with. After all, it only requires rigorous training and can always be achieved."


    "Yeah, that makes sense. So, what''s the weak link in United''s current formation?"


    "The two full-backs."


    "Haha, we see eye to eye."


    Aldrich returned to the sidelines smiling and called Gronkjaer over to provide detailed instructions.


    In United''s current formation, Keane was tough defensively, and Scholes would also drop back extensively to defend. Sheringham and Cole simrly tracked back. It wouldn''t be wise to push through the center against them. However, the main weakness came from their full-backs.


    Neville and Irwin.


    The former relied on hard work but was slow, which would make him vulnerable against Larsson. Gronkjaer would surely exploit that weak spot.


    On the other side, Irwin was nearly thirty-two. Once Ennd''s finest left-back, he had adopted a more conservative style as he aged and gained weight. People were forgetting just how fast he had once been.


    After discussing strategies with Gronkjaer, Aldrich gestured to the yers during a dead ball moment. Back immediately understood the signal.


    Now, Aldrich didn''t need to constantly direct his yers from the sidelines on tactical movements.


    The initial formation wasn''t crucial anymore.


    If you were watching on TV, Millwall would seem to be set up in a 4-2-1-3 formation, but in attack, their midfield would have distinctyers. In defense, it transformed into a 4-2-3-1 or even 4-5-1, switching formations became a seamless operation.


    Cole received the ball in the forward area but hesitated to make any moves, fearing he might lose possession. He passed back to Sheringham, a forward who once made history at Millwall but was now all but forgotten. Still, there was no denying he was an excellent yer, albeit overshadowed by Millwall''s current forwards.


    A long-range shot!


    Sheringham''s effort swerved wide of the goal.


    Butt dove but couldn''t touch it. Even with it in range, he should have been able to handle it easily.


    Goal kick! Butt passed the ball to Schneider. United''s yers immediately returned to defense. They were cautious about applying too much pressure, as it would leave them vulnerable.


    Schneider advanced with the ball, not rushing the pass, forcing United forwards toe over and pressure him. Once he found space with Back in a one-two setup, he bypassed Cole and crossed midfield. Giggs had to step up to mark him, but Schneider delivered a perfect forward pass to Gronkjaer.


    With the ball, the Dane turned to take on Irwin. He made an inside move, pushing the ball sideways. Irwin shifted his weight right, but Gronkjaer passed it back to the wing and burst into motion.


    Two seconds ago, Gronkjaer was facing Irwin; two secondster, he sped past him down the wing, overpowering him with sheer speed.


    Irwin remembered Ferguson''s warning: Millwall''s wingers are dangerous when they cut inside, not when they attempt to cross!


    So, he focused on blocking the inside run. Had it been Shevchenko, even going for the byline wouldn''t pose much threat. But Gronkjaer, with hisck of crossing finesse, seemed to y a nil role in terms of crosses.


    However, after beating Irwin down the wing with his speed, Gronkjaer didn''t cross but rather cut back inside, hugging the baseline as he entered the box!


    Irwin was taken aback as the United defense was suddenly exposed, causing both Irwin and Stam to rush in an attempt to close down Gronkjaer''s options.


    At that moment, Gronkjaer sent a pass back.


    Schneider sprinted forward unmarked; Giggs had ovemitted to prevent Irwin''s return, leaving space on the nk.


    Instead of going wide, Schneider received the ball and sted a long-range shot!


    The ball shot through the air, following an impressive arc, curving into the upper right corner of United''s. Schmeichel took a step forward only to turn and angrily yell at his teammates.


    "Could you at least give me a chance to save it?!"


    This kind of shot left a goalkeeper with no opportunity to react; he knew he was yet again just a background to a stunning goal!


    "Wow, wow, wow! What a world-ss goal! Schneider delivered a ssic long-range shot! Gronkjaer has improved under Hall''s supervision, showcasing stronger skills and greater calmness. We all thought he might flub the cross after breaking through the defensive line, but instead, he coolly set up Schneider. Millwall leads by one!"


    After scoring, Schneider opened his arms, smiling in disbelief that he''d hit such a good shot, unmarked and without needing to adjust��his shot felt too good to be true.


    His teammates rushed to him, celebrating the goal with enthusiasm.


    Ferguson frowned deeply, feeling that every meeting with Millwall felt like an exam.


    And the results of those exams always seemed to magnify Manchester United''s hidden weaknesses!


    This was Millwall''s style: exploit the opponent''s vulnerabilities ruthlessly!


    Bruce from the past, and now Irwin��both exemplified this.


    While Irving''s ws against Millwall wouldn''t have been noticed against eighteen other Premier League teams, they wereid bare against Millwall as Aldridge''s side y to your strengths and amplify United''s weaknesses.


    Ferguson stood up and called Giggs over, issuing serious defensive instructions. The Welshman absorbed every word,mitting it to memory. Once back on the pitch, he exchanged a few words with Irwin, and the two on the same side reached a defensive consensus.


    After the game restarted, Millwall switched from defense to attack, specifically targeting Gronjar''s team. The Danish "Golden Wing" gave 100% effort today - before the start of the season, Aldridge promised him that if he went all out in every game, he would have enough game time. But with the way he ys, it will be difficult for him to get too much ying time; if his physical strength declines and his speed and explosiveness fail, he will have a hard timepeting with Millwall''s other forwards.


    Irwin began closely marking Gronkjaer, forcing him into a state where turning and even possessing the ball became a challenge.


    Gronkjaer started making deeper runs to receive the ball, but even then, Irwin was right on him, unless he stretched out beyond forty yards from the baseline.


    Seeing the open space on the right, Back decided not to pass directly to Gronkjaer. Instead, he aimed for the gap behind the opposing yer and sent a through ball down the wing. Gronkjaer sprinted into the space behind Irwin, closely followed by his marker, but Gronkjaer was quicker. Just as he was about to catch up with the ball, Giggs dashed back to intercept and kicked it out of y.


    Attempting the y once more, Nedved made a run to the right wing. However, just as he got hold of the ball, Stam intervened, making a decisive tackle and clearing it away.


    After conceding that first goal, United quickly adjusted their defensive structure, ensuring their cooperative defense was tight.


    Aldrich was bing more excited as the match progressed.


    This kind of game was what made coaching enjoyable.


    Both he and Ferguson were on the sidelines, putting their tactical acumen to the test.


    Aldrich gestured for the attack to not just focus rigidly on the right. Truth be told, Back wasn''t as adept at the ymaking role as Pirlo. Previously, Aldrich''s orders had led Back to consistently aim for Gronkjaer, and by now, United yers could nearly predict where he would pass when he saw an opening��toward Gronkjaer''s side.


    Right before halftime, United executed a rapid counterattack.


    Neville passed the ball to Beckham on the right wing, who thenid it off for Scholes. Coming up on the right, Sheringham made himself avable too. Scholes fed the ball back to Becks, whounched a diagonal long ball into the box.


    Beckham sent a diagonal long pass soaring into the penalty area, and it was a pass like no other.


    It seemed aimed directly at the but formed a very noticeable curve as it flew through the air.


    Not just Butt, but even the two center-backs misjudged the trajectory because the arc was utterly insane!


    The yers and spectators alike had their reactions constantly shifting in that fleeting moment.


    This ball is going out!


    Wait, he''s aiming for goal!


    No, it''s dropping toward the six-yard box!


    Beckham''s golden right foot crafted a curving ball that relied on its deceptive trajectory.


    If a defensive yer misjudged it for even a split second, it could lead to catastrophic positioning errors.


    Sure enough, the ballnded near the six-yard box, with Elgra and Southgate failing to connect. Elgra was supposed to have that zone covered but didn''t leap, initially thinking it was going out. When he realized the truth in less than a second, he tried to jump but couldn''t keep up with the timing.


    As he turned to pursue the loose ball, Giggs surged in from the left, and before the ball hit the ground, he effortlessly flicked it in with his left foot, sending it into the goal.

 Chapter 247: Fury on the Field

    <h4>Chapter 247: Fury on the Field</h4>


    After scoring, Giggs didn''t celebrate wildly; instead, he remained surprisingly calm. Millwall hadn''t fielded their strongest lineup, while Manchester United was in full force. The equalizer didn''t warrant an extravagant celebration.


    Beckham was visibly excited. He is eager to prove himself and this season he has secured a starting position at Manchester United. He performed well in this game and sent many threatening passes.


    However brilliant he was, he couldn''t stop the emergence of more gifted young yers at Millwall. Those younger than him were receiving more acim, especially after Millwall clinched the Premier League and the FA Cup doublest season. In domestic yer rankings, Beckham was often overshadowed; only when the English media named their best XI without any options for midfield wingers did he make the cut, alongside Shevchenko and Larsson as strikers. In the running for Best Young yer, Pirlo was an uncontested winner. Even though his assist numbers didn''t match Beckham''s, his contributions and importance to the team were irreceable.


    It seemed that the more sessful Millwall became, the more it made Beckham reflect on his situation��getting kicked out of Millwall didn''t seem like just a matter of bad luck.


    Aldrich watched quietly from the sidelines as Manchester United scored, betraying none of his emotions, yet he couldn''t suppress a sigh inwardly.


    The progress of Manchester United''s yers was astonishing. Their movement, tenacity, teamwork, and individual skill all showcased their growth.


    Giggs posed a greater threat to the goal, Beckham worked hard topensate for his defensivepses, while Scholes had found his groove after transitioning from a second striker to a midfielder. Calm andposed, even though his tackling was abysmal, he was improving in defensive awareness and technique.


    The first half ended quickly as both teams returned to their changing rooms.


    As the second half reignited, Millwall''s attack became more fluid and oppressive. Fully immersed in the game, Millwall unleashed an impressive disy of teamwork.


    Gattuso, Back, and Nedv��d exchanged passes from the box to the opposite end, causing Manchester United''s formation to stretch and contract. asionally, the full-backs joined the attack, and the wingers dropped back to maintain midfield connectivity, maximizing the width of the field to exploit gaps in Manchester United''s defense.


    Millwall averaged creating a threatening shot with every ten passes.


    Gronkjaer, who had been operating down the nks in the first half, forced Irwin to focus on thwarting his runs. But in the second half, Gronkjaer was even more unpredictable, sometimes cutting in with the ball, other times heading down the line. Every time he got the ball, he sent a rush of nerves through Irwin.


    For the first sixty minutes, Millwall''s attack was heavily right-sided, with Gronkjaer being the focal point. Van Nistelrooy asionally received crosses from the wing but was far from scoring.


    This kind of attack was Millwall''s specialty��focusing on one side to draw the opponent''s defense away while creating vulnerabilities on the other side.


    During one of Gronkjaer''s incisive runs towards Manchester United''s defensive nks, Nedv��d received a pass from Back. Noticing Stam shift to block Gronkjaer''s path inside, he instinctively threaded a direct ball to the other side.


    The elusive Larsson appeared, causing Neville and Palister to freeze.


    This season''s top scorer had been quiet for most of the match, but now he was striking fear into their hearts with his sudden presence!


    Larsson charged into the box, guiding the ball as Palister rushed to close the shooting angle. Larsson elerated toward the byline, breaking through Manchester United''s entire defense before delivering a perfect cross. Stam was a moment toote in histeral move, and Van Nistelrooy slipped in front to poke the ball into the!


    "Millwall is back! That elusive team that keeps opponents guessing who will attack next and who will finish it off is finally here! Look at their attack��fluent and delightful, purposefully using the switching y to tear through the opponent''s defense, catching them off-guard to shift the focus of the attack. Larsson had a shot at goal but selflesslyid it off for the younger yer. Van Nistelrooy didn''t waste the opportunity, smoothly finishing the ball into the from close range. Millwall takes the lead again!"


    By the time Van Nistelrooy scored, it was the 64th minute. Aldrich began nning substitutions; there was no need to fight tooth and nail in a friendly match.


    Moreover, he hadn''t sent out his full-strength squad, knowing they would face a formidable opponent in just a few days��their Premier League opener against Arsenal.


    Van der Meyde came on for Gronkjaer.


    Duff reced Larsson.


    Lampard took Nedv��d''s ce.


    The new formation shifted to 4-2-3-1, with Back and Gattuso anchoring the midfield.


    Red Devils fans in the stands ground their teeth in dissatisfaction.


    "Damn, The Lions are underestimating us too much."


    Only leading by a single goal, and here he was, substituting off two starters.


    Facing a full-strength Manchester United was a blessing; Aldrich could get his rookie yers to focus on defense now that they weren''t ying against a weak team.


    "Is this your habit?"


    Ben��tez asked with a smile after the substitutions.


    Aldrich thought for a moment and replied, "I guess so. Three years ago, Millwall built our foundation on defense. From then on, the very first thing any yer signing for the team had to learn was defensive skills, regardless of their individual defensive abilities, at least they needed to develop a collective defensive mindset."


    Had Ben��tez not pointed it out, Aldrich might not have realized that teaching new yers how to defend was his priority.


    It became part of his coaching style.


    As soon as Millwall made the substitutions, their formation tightened, and Manchester United was not pleased.


    Last season they had yed against a full-strength side and conceded six goals at home. Now, with Millwall fielding a semi-strength team and still trailing, they noticed almost none of the familiar faces fromst year, except for stalwarts Southgate and Schneider.


    If they lost again, the Red Devils would have no pride left.


    Thus began a furious assault from Manchester United, which suited Aldrich''s strategy perfectly.


    With Duff and Van der Meyde on the field, they regrouped with the full-backs and midfielders to form a localized defensive system.


    Yet, their individual defensive capabilities left much to be desired.


    Their personal defensive ability is indeedcking, especially when Van der Meyde was easily broken through by Giggs as soon as he came on the court. Schneider waited patiently for Giggs to get past Van der Meyde, and then quickly stepped forward to poke the ball out of bounds. .


    That''s where Schneider''s defensive ability shone through��Aldrich had always admired this German yer.


    Originally an attacking yer, he had transitioned to full-back despitecking defensive skills, yet he was smart enough to form effective defensivebinations with his teammates, achieving a synergy greater than the sum of its parts.


    Unless faced with particrly fast wingers like Giggs, Gin, McManaman, or Figo.


    But even in such situations, Schneider would be a wall. While opponents might easily weave past him, behind his wall, teammates would be ready to intercept, demonstrating his exceptional game reading ability. Other yerscking football intelligence might rush in recklessly, failing to intercept, and thus get easily bypassed, creating wider gaps in the defense.


    Millwall found themselves under heavy fire from Manchester United, yet with theirpact formation, they denied opportunities, particrly as Manchester Unitedcked a powerful striker, preventing their wing-based strategy from reaching its peak.


    Beckham''s free kick slid past the goal.


    Scholes''te shot was deflected out for a corner by El Gra.


    Sheringham wasted a header from close range, with Buttfortably collecting the ball.


    Keane surged forward; Scholes, after receiving the ball in the box, shot but Butt made a world-ss save, pushing the ball out for a corner!


    The Red Devils unleashed a barrage against Millwall''s goal, driving their formation higher and higher.


    In the 83rd minute, several transitions from defense to attack by Millwall had been thwarted by the opposition''s pressing defense, but this time, they finally created an opportunity.


    Southgate''s clearance went to the wing, where Duff managed to get a head on it while contesting with Beckham. He headed it back to Zambrotta, who then bolted forward.


    Zambrotta''s long ball sailed over the top as Duff surged ahead, confronting Neville. As the ball came down, Duff controlled it with his left foot; it seemed a bit heavy, but rolled neatly past Neville. As he braked to turn, Duff had already matched his pace, and when Neville attempted to tug on Duff''s shirt, he suddenly elerated and broke free.


    As Duff raced with the ball, his speed increased, leaving the United defense in disarray.


    When he reached the edge of the box, Neville was at least five meters behind him.


    Palister had to step up to block, causing Stam to feel uneasy.


    He understood Millwall''s tactics better than any other Manchester United yer.


    If the center-back advanced now, the opponent would definitely receive a pass, leading to enormous gaps on defense.


    His performance earlier in defense was quite impressive, tirelessly covering positions and intercepting a number of Millwall''s dazzling attacks, but now, caught off guard during this counter, Manchester United has just as many defenders as Millwall!


    Keane has returned to guard Lampard, Owen, who had not charged just now, now covers Van der Meyde, while Weghorst is between Stam and Pallister. It was reasonable for Pallister to block Duff, but Stam felt it was a wrong decision as it opened up space between the two centre-backs.


    Predictably, Duff opted to pass, slowing down Lampard, who keenly anticipated taking Palister''s spot, allowing him to receive the ball with ease, before quickly setting it up for Van der Meyde.


    The Dutchman feigned a move to deceive Irwin, made a seamless y towards the byline, and delivered a gorgeous cross.


    The ball was indeed aimed for Van Nistelrooy''s head, but Schmeichel intervened, his hand popping the ball away.


    Just when the Red Devils thought they could breathe again, the ballnded in a shocking position for them.


    Right outside the left side of the box, Lampard made a powerful shot on goal that rocketed in.


    This time, Schmeichel didn''t move for the save; as he watched the ball sail back out, he angrily kicked it away.


    After the shot, Lampard was taken down by Keane, the ball may have gone in, yet it sparked conflicts among the yers from both teams.


    Aldrich angrily pointed onto the pitch shouting, "Damn! How can there be this kind of y in such a match! He had no chance to touch the ball and just charged at him! Referee, remember my words, if the FA doesn''t punish him heavily, it''ll be favoring Manchester United! We won''t let this go!"


    Reality, however, didn''t give Aldrich the chance to "not give up."


    After Keane tackled Lampard, he was left clutching his knee, a pained expression on his face as he signaled for a substitution to the Manchester United bench.


    Aldrich was left speechless after protesting.


    What now? Lampard managed to get up for a moment before sitting back down, visibly frustrated, and it seemed he wouldn''t be able to continue.


    Yet Keane appeared to be in worse shape;


    such a tough guy wouldn''t go down easily, and if he did, it surely wouldn''t be a quick recovery.


    Ferguson''s face turned ashen...


    Manchester United was on the verge of not just losing the game but also losing a crucial yer, especially since Keane was the new captain of the Red Devils after Cantona''s retirement!

 Chapter 248: One Superstar a Year

    <h4>Chapter 248: One Superstar a Year</h4>


    In a match that felt more like a warm-up for the Community Shield, both the Red Devils and The Lions were not looking to engage in heavy physical confrontations. Although they approached the game seriously, Keane''s tackle was excessive.


    What had started as a match without a single yellow card changed quickly when Keane injured Lampard and simultaneously hurt himself. Before he could be taken off on a stretcher, the referee showed him a red card.


    Ferguson''s face darkened, and he swiftly substituted key yers, abandoning any hope for the match.


    Aldrich decided to use two more substitutions, bringing on Materazzi and Ferdinand to rece Southgate and Lampard, while Elguera pushed forward to see what he could do.


    As Manchester United started to retreat with one man down, Millwall''s attacking y became less aggressive and fierce.


    The two new wingers struggled as the defense closed in on them, and their performances weren''t as effortless as during their counterattacks.


    Duff was ying with one leg; his right foot technique was frustratingly poor, almost incapable of trapping the ball while running.


    Van der Meyde dribbled, dribbled, dribbled until he found himself cornered and with no choice but to eke out a shot...


    Aldrich watched from the sidelines, scratching his head in disbelief.


    Though these two had made it to the first team this season, they still needed more time to adapt. Their ying habits and awareness needed improvement, and their personal skills required honing.


    Van der Meyde was overly attached to the ball, while Duff''s right foot seemed useless.


    In thest few minutes of the game, even though The Lions'' fans were thrilled about their first-ever Community Shield victory��after missing outst year against Manchester United��they couldn''t help but feel that Duff and Van der Meyde''s performance in those crucial moments felt like watching twopletely different yers.


    No team at Manchester United''s level, even with substitutes, could easily let inexperienced youngsters have their way.


    Regardless, when the match ended, Millwall''s yers were thrilled to have another trophy in their cab.


    The Community Shield was a continuation ofst season''spetitions, thus allowing Millwall to include this trophy in their list of des from the 96-97 season.


    Fans unfurled banners from the stands featuring four trophies, boldly dering: "Four-Time Champions."


    Aldrich walked over to shake hands with Ferguson and then stood by the field to speak with reporters.


    When discussing the match, Aldrich delivered some clich��d remarks. After all, it was just a warm-up; winning didn''t need to be overly celebrated, and losing didn''t warrant an angry reaction. He hadn''t felt any regret after losing this matchst year.


    Following the awards ceremony, the yers didn''t celebrate extravagantly. Captain Southgate led the team to leave Wembley quickly, as they needed to rest for the uing opening match of the Premier League a few dayster.


    On August 7th, after lunch, Aldrich arrived early at the club, where the staff presented the preseason family photos. He ced the framed picture on his desk before walking into his office.


    His office had a simpleyout with a desk against the floor-to-ceiling window, a sofa with a coffee table in the middle, and a bookshelf filled with football-rted books as well as non-football reading material for moments of rxation.


    On the other wall hung three frames disying team family photos from the 94-95, 95-96, and 96-97 seasons.


    As for the trophies the team had won, they were disyed in the club''s honor room, while Aldrich kept his personal awards at home.


    Carrying the newly framed family photo into the room, Aldrich suddenly froze in ce.


    His gaze drifted back and forth among the three photos.


    After some time, a knock on the door broke his focus. The office door was open, and Yvonne stood by the entrance, having watched Aldrich for a minute.


    Aldrich snapped back to reality, and Yvonne walked beside him, looking up at the photos on the wall. "If they make you feel sad, why not just put them away? I think it''s better to showcase the photos of the team winning trophies; at least they''ll bring some joy to those who see them."


    Aldrich looked down with a wry smile. "What''s the difference? Don''t those photos also feature yers who have left?"


    Yvonne shrugged helplessly. She had always been a die-hard supporter of Millwall, the team''s most loyal fan.


    Sometimes, thinking of the yers who had left made her feel downhearted.


    They had once been so passionate about the team, yet they couldn''t stick around.


    Aldrich retrieved a small toolbox from the bottom drawer of his desk and nailed a hook to the wall, hanging the newly framed family photo.


    With the fourth season about to begin, he took satisfaction in admiring the four photos, realizing that while the new one featured missing faces, many familiar ones remained.


    Time had certainly marked the faces in those images.


    The yers were growing, and the team was bing stronger alongside them.


    "I need to talk to you about something important."


    Yvonne sat down on the sofa and poured herself a ss of water.


    Aldrich leaned back against his desk. "Go ahead. Need me to close the door?"


    Yvonne thought for a moment before responding, "No, I''m responsible for the club''s publicity. Given our recruitment policy and long-term building philosophy, since we can''t create a sensation in the transfer market, we need to be capable of promoting a world-ss yer on our own. You can''t deny that, can you?"


    Without hesitation, Aldrich nodded in agreement.


    It wasn''t just about whether Millwall had the funds to attract stars; it was that stars simply weren''t inclined toe here unless they were washed-up yers��all hype, with skills that had long faded.


    "So, in terms of publicity, even though our club''s mission is to avoid highlighting individuals and prevent yers from bing arrogant and overshadowing their teammates, to enhance the club''s influence and reputation, we need to focus on promoting one yer each year."


    Yvonne''s suggestion left Aldrich puzzled, causing him to furrow his brow. "Can you borate on that?"


    Yvonne patiently rified, "Last season, when the team won so many trophies, who were the heroes?"


    Aldrich naturally replied, "The entire team deserves credit; there''s no distinction between starters and substitutes. While contributions may vary, we needed everyone."


    Yvonne continued, "Who was the standout yer?"


    "That would be the main yers. They yed more matches and had more key moments; naturally, they shone the brightest."


    "So the issue arises here: in the public''s eyes, many fans admire Larsson, others appreciate Nedved, and fans of Trezeguet, Shevchenko, Pirlo, Schneider, and so on��there''s a prevailing notion that although Millwall doesn''t have a top-tier star, these first-team yers collectively make us a top team."


    "While this idea has its ws, it''s not entirely off the mark either."


    "However, if we want the club''s influence to reach new heights, we must have yers with greater recognition. So I believe we can implement a ''one superstar a year'' strategy in our publicity!"


    "One superstar a year?"


    Aldrich looked up at the ceiling with a bewildered expression.


    This strategy sounded familiar.


    But he knew it wasn''t the same as Real Madrid''s superstar policy.


    Yvonne detailed her proposal.


    "The criteria for a superstar include not only team des but also top individual honors like the Ballon d''Or and the World yer of the Year. While these aren''t hard metrics, most yers who win the Ballon d''Or or are named World yer of the Year are recognized as superstars. Millwall''s yers may not ultimately achieve these honors, but they should at least aim to rank high in thepetition; evening in second or third ce is better than not making the top three."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement.


    What defines a superstar?


    It''s not just the des but also the influence.


    George Best was a superstar in his time thisd not onlymanded a legion of fans during matches but also influenced various realms, such as fashion, making him a true icon.


    Many who are called "top yers" and have excellent skills might not achieve the level of influence that qualifies them as superstars.


    Of course, it''s simr to how the term "genius" has been overused; in the future, with themercialization of football and its global dissemination, the term "superstar" will also be diluted, with anyone achieving a bit of sess beingbeled as a superstar��a tant exaggeration.


    Over the next twenty years, David Beckham stands out as the most sessful football superstar.


    When ites to pure skills, he had his unique talent, even if he wasn''t the team''s soul. However, when considering his cross-industry influence stemming frommercialization, Beckham undoubtedly fits the bill of a superstar. You could ask a hundred non-football fans, "Do you know who Beckham is?"


    Many would know Beckham, while only a few would recognize names like Zidane or Figo, despite their superior on-pitch talents.


    "Your idea of publicity is quiteplicated. Let''s put it this way: some yers don''t want to be in the spotlight, dislike showboating, and prefer their private lives mostly kept out of the limelight, which inevitably lowers their visibility..."


    "I know, I understand. My intention isn''t to force yers to change; you certainly wouldn''t agree to that. What I mean is that we can focus our efforts on promoting one yer each year, allowing him to achieve highermendations in personal honor selections. Last season, Millwall was outstanding, but have you ever considered how many yers from our team would be nominated for the Ballon d''Or?"


    Yvonne''s words plunged Aldrich back into thought.


    "At least three, right? Defensive yers often go unrecognized; even if nominees arise, it''s for bnce''s sake. In the final selections, few voters would cast their votes for defensive yers. Pirlo is still too young; while the most professional football critics sing his praises, he likely won''t attract much attention in popr evaluations. Among Nedved, Larsson, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko, ah, I might be overly optimistic��two would be a good oue: Larsson and Nedved."


    Aldrich sighed.


    Yvonne continued, "Assuming Larsson and Nedved both get nominated, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"


    Aldrich hesitated to answer, knowing it would not sit well with him.


    "Larsson."


    "But many voters might admire Nedved and vote for him."


    "Oh, I get what you mean now."


    Aldrich rubbed his forehead, reflecting on the future Ballon d''Or voting scenarios.


    The Spanish national team, boasting three major tournament championships in four years and centered around the Barcelona system��a champion team��didn''t have a single Ballon d''Or winner.


    And with Barcelona, powered by stars like Xavi and Iniesta, dominating Europe during those years and the national team achieving unprecedented glory, how was it possible that not a single yer received the Ballon d''Or?


    Were the voters blind?


    Not entirely...


    Firstly, one cannot deny that in those years, Messi was simply outstanding, with plenty of favor among the voters.


    However, both Xavi and Iniesta demonstrated their worth at both the club and national levels. Theirbined brilliance may have split the vote among those who appreciated them, preventing either from securing the coveted award.


    This posed a dilemma: voters favoring Xavi would vote for Xavi, and those favoring Iniesta would vote for him. Both yers shared equal honors at their club and national team level. In the context of Barcelona''s dream team, they were inseparable. Voters felt justified in their choices, yet this left the Spanish team, with such remarkable achievements, without a single Ballon d''Or winner.


    "So how am I supposed to discuss this with my yers? I can''t exactly tell Pavel, ''Hey, Henrik performed excellentlyst season; he''s a contender for the Ballon d''Or, and the club will do everything to support him��just take it like a champ, alright?''"


    Aldrich understood the reasoning but felt uneasy about it all.


    Then again, having multiple standout yers within a club can createpetition for individual des, which often leads to internal conflict. Rather than letting others benefit from that, it''s better to lift one''s own.


    "Don''t worry about it. The club will handle the publicity. Some efforts will be visible, while others might be more discreet. No need to alert the yers andplicate their focus."


    "And what do you mean by discreet efforts?"


    "Publicity strategies��we can privately connect with specific media outlets, sharing an abundance of our goal highlights. We''ll liaise with certain television programs, arranging to feature interviews focusing on Larsson''s performances. We can even recruit some publications to praise him in writing... You don''t need to approach this from Millwall''s angle to promote the yers."


    Aldrich widened his eyes in surprise, gazing at Yvonne, who wore a charming smile. "So you''re the clever one!"

 Chapter 249: The Opening Battle Has Begun!

    <h4>Chapter 249: The Opening Battle Has Begun!</h4>


    With just twenty minutes until the start of the new season''s Premier League opener, the Lions'' Den stadium was packed with fans. They waved a variety of gs adorned with slogans and designs, expressing their hopes for the team and unwavering support.


    The small stadium remained the same, yet some changes had taken ce. Previously, the stands were right at the edge of the field; now, they were lined with colorful advertisements from different sponsors, adding a ssh of color to the venue.


    Aldrich sat in the VIP section of the stands, chatting andughing with Pusk��s.


    "Really? He fell into the sea? Haha, he always does these hrious things. You never know when he''ll give everyone a scare," Aldrich chuckled as he listened to Pusk��s recount their Mediterranean holiday stories, especially the one about Arthur getting drunk on the cruise and falling into the ocean while dancing on the deck...


    Pusk��s then turned to Aldrich and whispered, "You did brilliantlyst season; it''s exciting to see you capable of beating Barcelona now."


    "I''ll aim for defeating Real Madrid next; I hope you won''t cry then."


    "Haha if you do make it I''ll just be happy for you. Aldridge, I realize I really like Millwall! It''s such a joy to watch your team y. There''s so much in the game The element was something I didn''t see back then, although there don''t seem to be as many top yers now."


    Aldrich couldn''t help butugh, shaking his head. "There aren''t fewer; it''s just that as football has evolved, the gap between yers has narrowed. With the rapid dissemination of football knowledge, even the best tactics have a short lifespan. If you''re free, you could visit the youth training camps; there are many talented young yers there. Just look at those ten yers��they''re quite impressive, even if they can''tpare to you. Hahaha."


    Pusk��s leaned forward, scanning the faces of the ten young yers sitting attentively in the front row. Today was a home game, and based on their training performance over the past week, two yers from each age group had earned the right to watch the match here. They were all thrilled to sit and watch the game alongside a legendary figure like Pusk��s, and they had all taken pictures with him as mementos.


    From the U21 squad, there was Ronaldinho and Larmore.


    From the U18 squad, Cahill and Ferreira.


    From the U16 squad, Alonso and Vi.


    From the U14 squad, Yenas and De Rossi.


    From the U12 squad, Ag��ero and Ronaldo.


    Pusk��s would say a few encouraging words to these young yers or talk about the superstar yers from his era, like Gento from Spain and Di St��fano from Argentina.


    Arthur, sitting nearby, was more direct,ughing loudly to cheer them on: "Work hard to be a new Lion!"


    With just five minutes until match time, Aldrich made his way down the stands, signing autographs for enthusiastic fans. When he reached the sideline, he walked over to shake hands with Wenger.


    Last season was Wenger''s first but not aplete one with Arsenal. Though they had only yed a few fewer matches, the situation was moreplex. The summer training camp is crucial for the team, and Wenger couldn''t lead the summer preparations, making it hard to overhaul the team during the ongoing season.


    But this summer was different.


    Arsenal was truly entering the Wenger era.


    ""Ready for a solid contest today?"Aldrich smiled, extending his hand to Wenger.


    Wenger nodded, saying, "Although it may not be the best time, I believe Arsenal is no worse than Millwall now."


    "Haha, well, the fans are in for a treat."


    After shaking hands with Wenger, Aldrich returned to his seat.


    Wenger was right; the timing for Millwall to face Arsenal was not ideal.


    The opener featured a London derby, with the defending champions up against the team that finished fourthst season. It was clearly a sh of the titans that was sure to get everyone''s blood pumping.


    But honestly, the FA must have gone mad.


    Such heavyweight shes usually do not ur in the first two rounds of the season for the sake of entertainment; teams need a recovery period. Who could guarantee that both strong teams would be in top form for their first official match?


    But the FA has gone ahead and set it up that way.


    Aldrich never voicesints about the schedule, not even when the FA Cup final and the European Cup Winners'' Cup final were only two days apartst season. He didn''t propose a rescheduling to the FA for the FA Cup final.


    The strong fear nothing. The schedule was set long ago. Even if conspiracy theories existed, if one is strong enough, what is there to fear from the opponent?


    Did those scheduling the matches think that giving Millwall a tough start would lead to their downfall?


    No matter how easy or difficult the schedule was, it was a test of the coach''s ability, and Aldrich weed any challenge.


    As both teams'' yers stepped out of the tunnel, the audience waiting at home or in pubs in front of their televisions was ignited with enthusiasm.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, we''ve missed you! The Premier League is back! I''m Martin Tyler, and partnering with me this season formentary is my old friend Andy Gray."


    "The opening match is a London derby, where the new champions face the former kings, Arsenal. It''s really exciting, Martin. What are your thoughts on the changes in both teams for the new season?"


    "For Millwall, aside from losing first-team defender Stam, there haven''t been many personnel changes. If I were to mention a change, it''s that they should be more mature and stronger now after the experience of winning the championship. The young yers have grown significantly afterst season''s training. On the other hand, Arsenal has undergone considerable change; they''ve added two powerful yers to their starting lineup: French midfielder Petit and Dutch winger Overmars. Additionally, looking at the starting formation, Ars��ne Wenger has set up a 4-4-2, signaling the end of Graham''s Arsenal era as the five-defender formation has entered history."


    "Alright, let''s look at the starting lineups: for Millwall, they''re fielding a full-strength squad with a 4-3-3 formation. Goalkeeper: Butt. Defenders: Schneider, Elguera, Southgate, Capdev. Midfielders: Makelele, Pirlo, Nedved. Forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko. Arsenal''s starting formation is 4-4-2, with goalkeeper: Seaman. Defenders: Dixon, Adams, Keown, Winterburn. Midfielders: Pires, Vieira, Petit, Overmars. Forwards: Anelka, Bergkamp. Last season, Wenger lost 4-0 when he visited the Lions'' Den; can he redeem himself today and give Arsenal''s fans something to cheer about in London? Can Millwall, as reigning champions, assert themselves and im victory in the new season? Let''s wait and see!"


    Since it was the season opener, a short ceremony was held.


    Aldrich stood by the sideline, his eyes sweeping over Arsenal''s starting lineup, pondering.


    For nearly the next decade, Arsenal''s formation would evolve from the 4-4-2 base into numerous variations, like 4-2-2-2, 4-2-3-1, 4-5-1, and so on. Tactical formations are never fixed; the key lies in the areas yers are responsible for during attack and defense, as well as their movements when off the ball.


    From the personal abilities and characteristics of this Arsenal squad, one could roughly guess their tactical intentions.


    The two defensive midfielders, Petit and Vieira, were responsible for strengthening the midfield defense and protecting the area in front of the penalty box. In transitions from defense to attack, they would use the nks, with Pires or Overmars providing support. Bergkamp could also drop back to assist. The midfielders would asionally make runs forward, creating connections in their attacking ys.


    Defensively, they prioritized stability, while they focused on speed in attacking.


    Overall, their strategy was primarily counterattacking.


    As the match began, Millwall kicked off.


    Since it was the league opener, Millwall didn''t push too high up after the kickoff. Pirlo made a diagonal pass to right-winger Shevchenko, who returned the ball to Schneider. Schneider then made a long pass, with the ballnding at Capdev''s feet. He yed a through ball for Larsson, who was in position, but Dixon intercepted the pass.


    Arsenal quickly transitioned from defense to attack, with the ball at the feet of Dutch winger Overmars, who immediately embarked on a long run down the nk.


    Capdev''s attempted through ball had failed, and Arsenal countered on the same side; as he turned, Overmars had already slipped past him.


    Speeding down the wing, Overmars surged forward but didn''t cut inside. Instead, he went wide to the byline.


    Unmarked, Overmars sent in a precise cross to the center where Anelka and Elguera battled for the ball. Elguera had the physical advantage and won the aerial duel, flicking the ball to the right nk where Schneider picked it up, and Millwall restructured their attack.


    Wenger felt a tinge of disappointment as the counterattack had not seeded; they were just one touch away from a goal.


    Aldrich had started closely observing Arsenal''s yers'' movements as soon as Overmars received the ball.


    Bergkamp had made a run forward and then retreated outside the penalty box; for a fleeting moment, he was unmarked, but the pass from the little flyer didn''t find him.


    Southgate moved to cover Capdev''s position. Makelele tracked back to the penalty area while Pirlo stood in front of it. Vieira and Pires on the other wing didn''t provide effective support for this attack. The situation on the field was ever-changing, and opportunities were fleeting. Overmars missed the chance to pass to the space Bergkamp had run into. Traditionally, crosses from the wing are not very threatening, irrespective of Anelka''s heading ability; he was not at an advantage against Elguera, and Overmars'' adjustment had allowed Millwall''s defense to swiftly close ranks after exposing an opening.


    Millwall attempted several prating passes but struggled to break down Arsenal''s solid defense, which undoubtedly boasted the strongest backline in the entire Premier League.


    Arsenal was under pressure, but their counterattacks frequently created scoring threats. Both teams were quick to retract their defensive formations and expand for counterattacks, adhering to a one-touch passing philosophy. Aside from the wingers for Arsenal, who often dribbled the ball, other yers sought to be both quick and urate in ball transitions, making the match very enjoyable to watch.


    Schneider made a diagonal pass looking for Trezeguet, which was intercepted by Petit. The French midfielder switched from defense to attack with the intent to find Pires behind Schneider; he made a swift pass that crossed the halfway line. Pires had moved into space, ready to initiate a threatening counterattack.


    However, Makelele expertly intercepted the ball just before Pires could receive it and passed it to Pirlo.


    After failing to counterattack, Arsenal faced renewed pressure from Millwall, with Pirlo delivering a precise pass that sliced through the Arsenal defense into the right side of the penalty area.


    Winterburn monitored the trajectory of the ball, checking Shevchenko''s position��everything looked good.


    Keown was tightly marking Trezeguet, while Vieira was on Nedved; however, in the area just outside the box, when Pirlo received the ball and prepared to pass, Larsson made a sudden run from the left, darting into the right-side area of the box. Adams reacted just a beat toote and allowed Larsson to exploit the gap between Keown and Winterburn.


    Following the ball''s trajectory, Larsson turned and flicked it with the inside of his foot. Seaman rushed out to block the near post, but the ball, though not hit with great speed, took an awkward angle toward the far post.


    Dixon dashed towards the far post, attempting to head the ball away. However, despite his best effort to leap, hepletely missed it and fell into the,nding right next to the ball.

 Chapter 250: throne

    <h4>Chapter 250: throne</h4>


    "Arsenal kept attacking! Oh, Makelele stole the ball. Whenever you picture Makelele, it''s easy to imagine his role on the pitch - he was born for this position. Aldrich Hall is praising Mak��l��l�� in front of the media, and now... Larsson breaks through! Goal! Millwall takes the lead! The scorer is Larsson! That was so quick��so quick! After Mak��l��l�� won the ball, he passed it to Pirlo. Arsenal''s forward yers were still in the process of shifting forward after just finishing a defensive y, and that left them vulnerable to Millwall''s sudden attack. Pirlo''s incisive through ball sliced through Arsenal''s defensive lines, and while Shevchenko and Trezeguet were marked by Keown and Winterburn, Larsson made a run from the left to the right. In that split second, Adams lost track of him, and the Swedish sharpshooter seized the chance. Look at how he turns to strike the ball, adjusting his steps while on the move and elegantly lifting it towards the far corner of the. It wasn''t a conventional shot, but it was the most effective and appropriate way to score. The ball is in! Larsson has opened the scoring, kicking off his pursuit for the Premier League Golden Boot and the European Golden Shoe!"


    After scoring, Larsson ran to the corner g, arms outstretched, grinning from ear to ear. The fans near the stands erupted with joy.


    "Top Scorer! Top Scorer! Larsson! Larsson!"


    The crowd was electric, chanting non-stop.


    His teammates seemed ustomed to Larsson''s ghostly movements after his sudden bursts of speed, effortlessly slotting the ball into the.


    This was a massive morale booster for the entire team.


    The midfielders created the opportunity, and the forward seized it��trusting each other, The Lions had no fear of failing to establish dominance!


    Arsenal''s yers looked a bit disheartened. Although they didn''t me each other, an inexplicable sensation weighed on their minds.


    The defenders might think that after working hard to defend sessfully, they hadn''t even caught their breath before being hit by a counterattack.


    The forwards felt frustrated too. They knew it was a chance to counter, but the pass was inurate, leaving them to run for nothing and now having to regroup.


    Aldridge raised his right fist on the sideline with a threatening smile on his face.


    "That''s it!"


    The essence of offensive football is pressure.


    Arsenal''s biggest weakness at this stagees from their turnover rate when switching from defense to attack.


    Petit and Overmars had just joined the team��one was a key defensive midfielder, the other was an attacking winger.


    If they couldn''t coordinate well with their teammates, Millwall could break Arsenal''s solid defense through repeated attacks, regardless of failing the first.


    That goal was a prime example.


    Especially Mak��l��l��''s interception��it was a masterss.


    It can be said that without Mak��l��l��''s precise anticipation and powerful interceptions, Millwall wouldn''t be able to field two wingersfortably cutting in, nor would their full-backs dare to push forward.


    Without Mak��l��l��''s ability to intercept key passes during the opponent''s counter, Millwall''s defensive gaps would be significant.


    His key role was in the way opponents believed they had a golden opportunity, only to be stifled by Mak��l��l��''s sudden intervention, flipping the momentum, then prompting a swift Millwall counterattack that left the opponent scrambling!


    As Larsson and Shevchenko''s movements on the front line became increasingly coordinated, they could create a numerical advantage on one side at crucial moments, allowing them to attack fiercely, thus forming direct threats to the goal.


    Wenger stepped up to calm the yers down, reminding them to stay focused on their roles and adhere to the defensive counter strategy.


    They could not let one goal make them reckless and rush forward attacking wildly��that would lead to disaster!


    After scoring, Millwall maintained their advantage,unching relentless attacks.


    Larsson was the most active yer on the front line; his every run created opportunities, but both of his shots after the goal were too angled, missing the target.


    Arsenal''s counterattack patterns became all too familiar to Millwall. Once Overmars had the ball, Capdev defended just like when Schneider faced top yers��slowing the pace without rushing in, pushing the attacker towards the sidelines. They had teammates ready to intercept if an attempt was made. If he wanted to cross, go ahead��their defensive formation was already well-positioned!


    Bergkamp struggled to connect with hispatriots, as they failed to pose any legitimate threat with crosses after the thirty-minute mark. Vieira gradually became more involved in the attack, giving Arsenal a few decent shots.


    In the thirty-seventh minute of the first half, Millwall repeated their sessful tactic. Pirlo prated the right side of the box with a perfectly timed through ball. Trezeguet was in the middle, and both Shevchenko and Larsson were ready to respond.


    This time, Adams stayed closely behind Larsson, anticipating his reception to put in a pressure defense.


    But just at the edge of the box, Larsson feigned to receive the ball, using his body to block Adams, while Shevchenko intercepted the rolling ball from the side. Winterburn was obstructed and was clearly frustrated enough to curse.


    Petit rushed back to cut off Shevchenko''s inside run, but in doing so, he inadvertently opened up space on the left side of the Arsenal box. Nedv��d darted into the area, and Shevchenko passed it behind Keown, right into the path of the far-left post.


    As Keown turned, Nedv��d was already ready to strike.


    The ball was cleanly hit into the upper corner of the, and it was so fast that Seaman couldn''t get a fingertip on it!


    "What a wonderfulbination! Millwall excels at widening defensive gaps throughteral movements. Once an opening appears in the box, they won''t hesitate to punish the opposing team. Look at how the attacking yers��Trezeguet, Shevchenko, Larsson��drew four Arsenal defenders towards them, purposefully congesting the right nk, leaving another side vulnerable. Nedv��d burst through at high speed, received the perfect pass, and struck without hesitation. This showcases the power of team football! Arsenal, who we waited all summer to see, seems to be even weaker than under Graham. Although their football back then was dull, it was rare to see them concede two goals in under forty minutes!"


    "Will this be a repeat ofst season''s encounters? Arsenal is now two goals down, and their chances are fading again."


    Wenger stood on the sidelines, his expression grave. Just looking at the numbers during the attacking and defending sequences, when conceding both goals, Arsenal and Millwall were evenly matched, but Millwall crafted exquisitebinations using their equal numbers to break through.


    However, if youpared each yer individually, Arsenal''s defenders were top-tier; you couldn''t fault their defensive abilities. It felt like Millwall''s yers might falter if they moved to other teams.


    That showcases the head coach''s ability.


    Unity, fluidity, and finesse��Millwall''s football style has created a whirlwind that seems unstoppable!


    Nedv��d ran to the sidelines, patting the emblem on his jersey, causing the stands to erupt. The Lions'' fans turned, creating a stunning visual with words made up of individual letters on their backs: "War God - Nedv��d!"


    After conceding two goals, Arsenal''s attack turned disjointed, leaving their 2,000 away supporters in despair.


    They even felt that signing Pires was a mistake; he had dazzled at Millwall but had struggled at Arsenal, spending half ofst season on the bench and only delivering mediocre performances.


    Some media described the two yers Millwall sold to Arsenal as "a delicious apple hiding a worm."


    Vieira was the apple; Pires was the worm because he never integrated into Arsenal''s tactical framework and had a few terribly disappointing games.


    Today was no different; Overmars still made a mark on the wing due to his individual abilities, but Pires achieved little throughout the first half, while hispatriot Anelka in the starting lineup was invisible upfront. Bergkamp hardly saw the ball in an attacking role; Arsenal''s midfield waspletely suppressed.


    The first half quickly came to a close, with Arsenal holding on through the final minutes without conceding again.


    As Aldrich walked into the locker room, Millwall''s yers were buzzing with excitement, discussing their two goals in the first half.


    "An unparalleled performance! You guys did great in the first half. Arsenal has been stunned by us; they''re hesitant to control the ball at the back and are scrambling to clear it, handing it back to us. But that''s not enough. In the second half, we must continue our momentum and crush the once-great team! We will drain the Gunners'' blood, watch them wither and die, then dance over their corpses!"


    Aldrich was wild with enthusiasm, and the yers caught his energy, roaring like a pack of beasts, nodding in agreement.


    "That''s right! Send them packing!"


    "Show them who the real boss is!"


    "The boss of London!"


    "No, the boss of Ennd!"


    "Leave them no chance!"


    "Show no mercy!"


    ...


    Pirlo suddenly asked, "Boss, aren''t you and Arsenal''s head coach good friends? Isn''t that just a rumor?"


    As soon as he posed the question, the locker room fell silent.


    Everyone knew that since Wenger arrived in Ennd, whenever Aldrich was asked about Wenger, his words always dripped with respect.


    Aldrich paused for a moment, shrugged, and said, "Yes, we are friends. Precisely because we''re friends, I need you to give 100% effort and strength to take Arsenal down. That''s a sign of respect between friends. Do you think it''s proper for me to y conservatively in the second half, swapping out a few yers to maintain the score at 2-0? No, that would be a betrayal of our friendship��it''s a way to belittle it, even humiliate it. It''s like if you werepeting for a job with a friend; would you simply give them the chance just because you''re better? Would that be good for him? No, the world is brutal; you must let your friends recognize their weaknesses and ws to improve themselves."


    The yers found this perspective refreshing and thought-provoking.


    Aldrich realized this wasn''t the right time for a lecture, so he told them, "You''re right; there can be only one king of London, one king of Ennd, and in Europe and the world, there can only ever be one king! Football is a brutal world where you either win or lose. As defending champions, we must present ourselves as royalty, crush anyone who dares to challenge our throne underfoot, make them suffer, instill fear in them, and ensure they never forget us. They should remember a fearsome team that haunted them��what was that team called?"


    "The Lions! Millwall!"


    The yers shouted in unison, eyes filled with fervor and excitement!

 Chapter 251: Glory and Grief

    <h4>Chapter 251: Glory and Grief</h4>


    The second half began with both teams switching sides.


    Aldrich made no major changes to his tactics, but he did make some adjustments in details.


    The Gunners also kept their tacticsrgely unchanged in the second half. However, when transitioning from defense to attack, their focus shifted from pure speed to stability.


    Wenger clearly recognized that Arsenal''s low sess rate in counter-attacks during the first half was due to their quick, but easily intercepted, ball movement.


    This was disastrous for Arsenal''s defense. As the attacking yers rushed forward, the defenders inadvertently rxed after a sessful defensive stand. Millwall, on the other hand, seized the chance to quicklyunch a second attack after an interception, leading to significant consequences for Arsenal.


    When Arsenal attacked, Millwall contracted their formation. They deployed a 4-3-3 setup, which meant they had one less central forward than the moremon 4-4-2, and during defense, both wingers dropped back, allowing them to have a numbers advantage at the back.


    Millwall always have more defensive yers than Arsenal have offensive yers. Moreover, in Arsenal''s lineup, apart from Overmars having the upper hand over Capdev, other yers do not have any obvious advantages.


    Their short passes andbinations often failed to materialize due to the limited number of attackers, leading to frequent errors after six or seven passes, particrly when trying to prate forward.


    In the fifty-seventh minute of the second half, Millwall transitioned from defense to attack. Anelka''s shot from just outside the box was easily caught by Butt.


    Millwall''s attacking formation pushed forward, with yers spreading out to find open positions.


    Every time Arsenal ended up in a tight spot, Wenger felt a pang of anxiety, urging his yers to quickly fall back into defense. If Millwallunched a rapid counter-attack, it could turn disastrous for his side.


    This time, however, Millwall didn''t push the tempo, instead advancing slowly until their front three reached a threatening position, at which point the rhythm suddenly elerated.


    Makelele moved up to support and passed the ball to Pirlo, who then found Schneider out wide. Schneider skillfully evaded Pires and charged toward the baseline, forcing Winterburn toe up for the challenge. Schneider delivered a diagonal pass into the box.


    This tactic was all too familiar.


    Arsenal''s defenders were well aware of this pattern.


    Larsson made another run to the right side. Adams grit his teeth and followed him; otherwise, Millwall would exploit the numerical advantage and create a two-on-one situation, essentially handing a clear goal-scoring opportunity to the opposition.


    But before Adams could help out, he gestured to the space he was leaving behind. He couldn''t let Nedved easily make a diagonal run into the box unchallenged.


    Petit filled the gap Adams left, and sure enough, Nedved moved into that space, positioning himself just outside the penalty area without advancing any further.


    After Schneider''s diagonal pass found Trezeguet, who controlled it with his back to goal without turning, he took a step back andid the ball off to Nedved.


    Vieira charged at Nedved, but the Czech international took a step back to evade the challenge and lightly returned the ball.


    Arsenal''s defenders had been pushed back into their penalty area, leaving Pirlo unmarked as he made his forward run. Unhindered by any defenders, he met the ball and struck a beautiful long-range shot!


    Bang!


    Seaman remained rooted to the spot as the ball struck the underside of the crossbar and bounced into the.


    "3-0! 3-0! Millwall has utterly dismantled Arsenal! This marks Wenger''s second defeat to Hall in the league. Includingst season''s second-round encounter, Wenger''s Arsenal has conceded seven goals without scoring a single one!"


    Pirlo had scored, and he joyfully sprinted across the field.


    In his third year at Millwall, he continues to grow every season. In his first season, he transitioned into a backcourt ymaker. By his second season, his defensive skills had improved. Now, entering his third season, his longshot ability is beginning to appear, and his coordination ability is gradually released.


    After his enthusiastic celebration, Pirlo stood on the pitch with his arms wide open, head held high, eyes closed��he had given the female fans a moment to cherish.


    "I won''t be a second Baggio; I am who I am, and the world will remember my name: Andrea Pirlo!"


    Wenger, expressionless on the sidelines, found the third goal had obliterated any remaining hope for Arsenal.


    His vision of transforming the Gunners was noble, but reality was harsh.


    In the opening round, they faced the defending champions away from home. The opponent lost a key center-back, but Spanish yer Elguera stepped up brilliantly to fill the void left by Stam. Millwall''s form had been top-notch since the start of the season, as evident from their performance in the pre-season matches.


    But Arsenal''s two new signings needed time to gel, especially the double pivot of Vieira and Petit, while Overmars had not yet found his rhythm in attack.


    In the first sixty minutes of the match, Overmars was impressive on the wing, but it was more of a solo act. He was out of rhythm with his teammates; he would either break past the defense only to find no one avable in the middle or wait for a cross opportunity only to see Millwall set up their defensive shape, marking Anelka and Bergkamp closely. The Little Flying Man tried to cut in, but he kept getting denied by Mak��l��l��''s spot-on interceptions in the center.


    Aldrich shook his head with a smile. He always found thrill in strong encounters, for the joy that follows tension was something special.


    He returned to his seat, ncing at Benitez, who remained utterly expressionless.


    "Can you crack a smile for once?" Aldrich remarked.


    Benitez, still scribbling in his notebook, turned his head to ask, "What do you think is Arsenal''s main issue? They don''t seem outnumbered defensively."


    "That''s merely an illusion. Though Overmars and Pires dropped back to the halfway line, they hardly exerted any effort defensively. Their presence means little if they don''t actively challenge for the ball. Unless they start running to support in front of their box, Millwall''s strongest attacking point is through the middle. If you ask me, the issue lies with Bergkamp and Anelka; neither of them returns to defend."


    "But Arsenal employs a double-pivot setup; should they switch to a three-man midfield?"


    "That''s unrted to formation. Just because Larsson starts on the left doesn''t mean he can''t pop up in the right side''s area during our three goals. Heted one directly and drew defenders away during the others for his teammates. Nedved did the same; he started as an attacking midfielder, but when scoring, he operated on the frontline while being able to retreat to defend when needed. If we were to go into the middle with equal numbers, it''s teamwork that creates openings��if the attacking side moves coherently and proactively, the defenders will naturally be ced in a passive role. How could they possibly defend against an evenly matched attack?"


    "But asking Bergkamp to return to defend at the edge of the penalty area seems a bit much, doesn''t it?"


    Benitez''s statement wasn''t entirely unreasonable.


    How many attacking midfielders in this era could actually do that? Let alone asking star forwards to contribute defensively.


    Aldridge shrugged helplessly and said: "That''s why I said that spending money to buy superstars may not necessarily meet my expectations, and transformation will take time, so why bother? Moreover, I think the greater the fame, the greater their sense of responsibility." Bigger. "Arsenal''s three goals all came from the central attack. If the yers on the field do not realize where their defensive weaknesses are, then they do not deserve to be called superstars at all. Come back because subconsciously they feel like it''s not their job - especially for offensive yers who often avoid the dirty work, but I believe true superstars should have a sacrificial spirit. "


    The broadcast camera panned to Aldrich as it captured the conversation with Benitez.


    "It seems Hall is already confident of victory; it looks that way. The suspense of the match has evaporated. Although there are still thirty minutes left, it''s hard to see Arsenal equalizing. In fact, whether they can score even once at the Lions'' Den seems a huge question mark."


    Arsenal appeared to be rattled and incensed, immediatelyunching a furious attack after the kickoff. The defenders moved forward as well, which only boosted Millwall''s excitement.


    Teams that excel in counter-attacks thrive on spreading the pitch to exploit gaps, but when the opponentmits to offense, the spaces behind them widen significantly.


    Three minutes after the third goal, Arsenal mounted an attack down the nks. Pires''s attempt to cut inside was thwarted by Schneider. Pires quickly sought to reim the ball, only for Mak��l��l�� to repass it to the wing. Observing the situation in front, Schneider sent a precise diagonal long pass.


    With Arsenal''s defense pressing upfront, they left vast spaces behind, just as Schneider''s long pass soared toward Trezeguet, who had sessfully stayed onside. He met the ball just inside the area with his chest and executed a stunning volley.


    The powerful shot rocketed into the top corner, spinning erratically as it flew.


    This strike struck like lightning, executed in smooth, fluid motion that left all the spectators in the stadium in awe.


    After scoring, Trezeguet sprinted towards the corner g, shedding his shirt and tossing it onto the grass, before kicking it against the g pole. His fists clenched in front of him, showcasing his muscr physique paired with a fierce roar that conveyed his dominance!


    "Who is the King of London!? Who is the true boss?"


    Millwall had once again utterly crushed Arsenal.


    Wenger rubbed his face in disbelief on the sidelines, feeling as if he could no longer bear the sight.


    Arsenal stood bewildered with hands on their hips.


    Could this team really be defeated?!


    The morale within Arsenal shattered, forcing Wenger to make adjustments. He substituted in Boudewijn and Parlour, opting for the experience of Arsenal''s veterans while adding another defender and midfielder, pulling off Anelka and Pires.


    From these two substitutions, Audridge realized that Wenger probably understood that their attacking y was failing; the focus now was simply on stopping further goals from being conceded.


    Witnessing this scene, Aldrich showed no mercy. He reced Trezeguet with Van Nistelrooy and substituted Back for Makelele.


    With Pirlo directing the y from the back, and both Back and Nedved moving up to support, there was no longer any need for Makelele to intercept.


    Before the game''s conclusion, Millwall kept pressing Arsenal in transition, while Bergkamp was virtually a bystander apart from leisurely strolling around the center circle.


    In the nieth minute, Back''s long-range shot deflected off a defender''s leg. Pirlo followed up with another long-range attempt, which also struck a body but altered direction and rolled into the opposite side of the penalty area.


    Van Nistelrooy, acting like a ghost, intercepted the ball and gently pushed it into the near corner of the, sealing the score at 5-0.


    Millwall had decimated Arsenal in two consecutive seasons at home!


    As the match concluded, The Lions'' fans erupted in song and dance, linking arms and joyfully belting out theirposed anthem.


    "We are The Lions, we are champions, we are the kings of London, reigning supreme and beloved by all! We love Millwall, brave and strong, thriving against all odds! The roar of The Lions will echo through the universe, as we stomp across the world..."


    Aldrich shook hands with Wenger after the match, mirroring their gesture from their previous encounter: handshake, turn, and silence, one expressionless while the other maintained his stern demeanor.


    Wenger''s crushing defeat would undoubtedly draw the ire of the media, but Aldrich felt no sympathy; Arsenal didn''t need it. Even if they swapped ces, he wouldn''t require anyone''s pity orpassion.

 Chapter 252: suffered failure

    <h4>Chapter 252: suffered failure</h4>


    After the match, when Aldrich arrived at the press conference, several reporters congratted him on Millwall''s impressive performance. They had achieved a resounding victory, making this match the highlight of the Premier League opening round.


    Typically, when a winning side achieves such a great victory, few issuese to light. In contrast, the losing side faces numerous questions. Take the European Cup Winners'' Cup final, for instance��Millwall won, yet nobody discussed Schneider''s struggle against Figo; those issues would only be addressed during tactical reviews with the coaching staff.


    "Was Ars��ne Wenger''s formation too risky for this match? Knowing Millwall''s strong midfield, Arsenal had only two yers in central midfield, Petit and Vieira, who clearlycked chemistry. Their defensive cover couldn''t keep up with Millwall''s pace. Meanwhile, Wenger opted to start with Overmars, Anelka, and Pires, sidelining a veteran like Parlour, drastically reducing their control over the match."


    Steve Howard, writing for The Sun, directed the conversation squarely at Arsenal.


    Wenger had stormed out of a previous interview in anger, frustrated by the mockery of Fleet Street journalists. Clearly, he was viewed as a poor choice by the fans as well.


    Aldrich responded sincerely, "I won''t criticize my fellow coaches. My principle is simple: I respect other head coaches, and I hope they can respect me in return. I''m just a head coach��nothing more, nothing less. Any analysis or critique isn''t my job."


    "From a neutral standpoint, do you think Wenger can lead Arsenal to a revival?"


    Aldrich shook his head and chuckled.


    "From the moment he arrived in London, reporters, fans, and even yers were not weing. Journalists don''t like me either; you nitpick Millwall forcking English elements. I''m certain that if I fail to lead my team to a championship, you''ll treat me with the same contempt you have for Wenger. That said, there is a toxic mindset in football. Many people question Wenger as soon as they hear his name, even before he arrived in London. I don''t understand why; he hadn''t done anything yet. Why doubt him? The media and Arsenal fans seem to think it''s better to question him rather than assess his actions. When he fails, they can say they had foresight. But in reality, what do such individuals really want?If you really want to question something, then you should ask why Arsenal hired Wenger in the first ce. Question the club, question Dein, or if many Arsenal fans are still reminiscing about Graham, then go ahead and ask why Graham lost his job."


    "But Wenger took over a top team."


    "Really? A top team? I won''t deny Graham won trophies for Arsenal and held a period of dominance in English football. However, thest time Arsenal won a top-flight title was in 1991. After the Premier League began, they finished 10th in ''93, were runners-up in ''94, 12th in ''95, and 6th in ''96. Last year, Wenger led them to 4th ce. The team he inherited hadn''t won the league for five consecutive seasons and was only 10 points above relegation in their worst season. ording to the bookmakers, Arsenal''s title odds have never been among the top three in recent years."


    "Mr. Hall, why do you support Wenger so strongly? Because you''re friends?"


    "No! Because I have faced simr unfair treatment! In the summer of ''94, when I announced my takeover, no outlet in all of Ennd treated me fairly. Everyone questioned me. I''ll never forget the headlines, painting me as just a kid ying with his toys, eagerly awaiting a train wreck as a man dubbed a yboy led a club to ruin. Very few spoke objectively. Only those genuinely supportive Millwall fans wrote banners encouraging me, wanting me to enhance the club. That is the right mindset. Instead ofining, being angry, or questioning everything, Arsenal fans should anticipate what Wenger might do for their club."


    Aldrich was straightforward; he either didn''t speak or spoke bluntly.


    As a head coach, he was infuriated by unwarranted outside criticism.


    Not only directed at the coach, sometimes this criticism fell on the yers.


    yer performance can fluctuate, which is entirely normal. Human beings aren''t machines; it''s natural for performance to vary. Coaches analyze the reasons behind these fluctuations, but the external world oftencks this objective perspective, resulting in unfounded me that adds pressure on yers. This can lead to a downward spiral in form that would have been recoverable with minor adjustments.


    The press in the room exchanged uneasy nces as the atmosphere of the press conference shifted.


    What began as a joyous and congrattory mood turned into Aldrich''s critique of them.


    "Mr. Hall, do you genuinely wish Wenger to stay at Arsenal? After all, he suffered significant defeats to you twice. Could it be you desire to keep a beaten opponent to maintain Millwall''s dominance over Arsenal?"


    The Star''s reporter posed this question, triggeringughter among colleagues.


    Aldrich couldn''t help butugh at the absurdity.


    "Such petty thinking. I''ll tell you why: Wenger is an exceptional head coach. His presence in the Premier League is a boon for English football, attracting renewed global attention to the game. As a coach, I want the Premier League filled with excellent managers. It adds challenge and allows my team to face tough opponents, benefiting both yers and coaches."


    ...


    Aldrich''s sincere remarks were quickly twisted into "ulterior motives" in sports sections of newspapers the next day.


    Keeping Wenger would allow Millwall to maintain its dominance over Arsenal.


    The Gunners were practically easy pickings for The Lions.


    4-0, 5-0.


    Whenever Millwall faced Arsenal, it was like celebrating the New Year.


    Aldrich paid little mind to outsidementary; his team had demonstrated good form in their league opener, and they had another significant match in just three days.


    Back at home, they would host Newcastle United, led by Dalglish.


    Last season, after securing the title early, Millwall was defeated by Newcastle at St. James'' Park��one of only two losses they faced all season.


    Initially, the match seemed unremarkable; Newcastle was nowhere near what they used to be. Apart from Shearer, past stars like Ferdinand and Gin had departed. Beardsley was too old and had moved to Bolton for onest hurrah. The teams now held a significant disparity in strength.


    Yet, the media portrayed this as a revenge match.


    Aldrich harbored no desire for vengeance; he treated it like any ordinary league game.


    At the Lions'' Den, Millwall continued their impressive form tactically. Aldrich''s style countered Dalglish''s outdated traditional tactics; he yed down the wings while Millwall focused on prating through the center. Last season''s loss wasrgely due to the talents of the opposing stars.


    In this second round encounter, Millwall effectively neutralized Shearer for the full ny minutes and matched Dalglish''s team with a simr scoreline.


    5-0.


    Millwall began the new season with two consecutive victories, leaving the entirety of Ennd quaking.


    Post-match, Aldrich shook hands with Dalglish, maintaining his usual demeanor, and barely spoke before exiting the press conference.


    To him, winning by five goals against a Newcastle team that had lost much of its summer lineup was expected.


    He was more focused on the uing league cup match against lower-tier Lincoln City.


    Lincoln City, having drawn the previous season''s most sessful English team, was overjoyed. The broadcasting revenue would be substantial, and attendance at the stadium would surely see a significant boost.


    Aldrich didn''t bring any start yers, opting for a formation without a center-forward.


    Goalkeeper: Keller.


    Defenders: Mills, Ferdinand, Materazzi, Neal.


    Midfielders: Van der Meyde, Gattuso, Back, Zambrotta.


    Forwards: Duff and Gronkjaer.


    This arrangement was aimed at training the team''s ability to exploit the wings, with wingers cutting inside and midfielders makingte runs.


    The match proved tough; the opponent yed defensively. While Gronkjaer managed to cut inside sessfully at times, directing his runs didn''t yield satisfactory results.


    Duff faced simr challenges.


    Aldrich was fervently directing the game, seeming to never take a break. He continually reminded his forward yers to reposition and called them over for quick advice.


    In the end, it was Van der Meyde''s superb cross that allowed Back to make ate goal, securing a narrow victory and progression to the next round.


    In the third round of the Premier League, Millwall faced Liverpool at Anfield, a club they had not beaten in theirst four encounters over two years.


    The oue was surprising.


    Millwall lost 0-1 on the road.


    Evans had run the gauntlet against Aldrich, suffering five defeats over two years. While it was a dishonorable record, it yielded valuable lessons.


    Among all the Premier League teams, none faced Millwall with such intensity and seriousness as Liverpool.


    Throughout the match, they strengthened their defensive third,pressing space behind, relying solely on the lone forward, golden boy Owen.


    After the match, Aldrich emerged grim. He harshly criticized his defenders'' performance, especially Schneider.


    Despite Millwall managing over thirty shots on goal, Liverpool only had five, with just one on target. The lone goal came from a penalty earned when Owen slipped past Schneider before being hastily brought down by Elguera.


    Leading up to the match, Aldrich had repeatedly warned the team to respect Owen��to be cautious of him.


    But the yers brushed it off, underestimating the young forward''s capabilities.


    Hence, they lost due to the penalty he created.


    This defeat left Millwall''s morale significantly lowered in the locker room.


    Both Schneider and Elguera kept their heads down, as Aldrich mercilessly berated them for a good three minutes.


    "We are not incapable of bearing defeat. However, if that defeat stems from our own arrogance��an avoidable factor��then I cannot ept it, nor should you! We have won many trophies in the past two years and bested Liverpool many times, but life isn''t about looking back! If you becent, unprepared for victory, then be ready for failure!"


    After a rigorous dressing-down of the defensive unit, Aldrich exited the locker room, leaving the yers to discuss things amongst themselves while he faced the media fallout.

 Chapter 253: A Crucial Loss: The Press Conference Blues

    <h4>Chapter 253: A Crucial Loss: The Press Conference Blues</h4>


    The atmosphere in today''s post-match press conference was somewhat strange.


    The final score was a ring 1-0.


    Millwall lost the match, and no one could change that fact.


    In reviewing the game, it was clear that Schneider and Elghra were caught off guard in defense. Schneider''s failed interception left a gap behind, and Elghra recklessly collided with the ball-carrying Owen in the penalty area, conceding a vital penalty that brought Liverpool victory.


    But now that they had lost, the responsibilityy with the head coach.


    Aldrich''s face was grim, but he didn''t consider shifting the me to anyone else. He mentally prepared himself for how to handle the media.


    As he sat down, ready to face the onught from the press, David Miller stunned him with a question.


    "Mr. Hall, what do you think of Liverpool''s conservative tactics today? For much of the match, Liverpool seemed to hunker down at Anfield, often with six yers defending in the penalty area, and for nearly 70 minutes, they had nine yers back defending within 40 yards of their goal. Isn''t this a negative tactic that goes against the spirit of football?"


    Huh?


    Uh!


    Aldrich scanned the room, noticing that the reporters were all focused on him, most wearing worried expressions as if they were concerned about something.


    The atmosphere didn''t feel like they were there to condemn him or to watch him fail.


    "I''m not quite sure what you''re asking. Liverpool won today."


    Aldrich questioned if he had misheard.


    David Miller, serious as ever, replied, "That''s right; they won, but in a very ugly manner. If Liverpool continues to employ this tactic, even if they keep winning, they''ll be even less appealing to watch than the Arsenal team from the Graham era. This style of football isn''t what fans want to see. Although Millwall lost today, you maintained dominance for most of the match. Thirty-one goal opportunities without scoring just shows that luck wasn''t on your side."


    As Miller articted his viewpoint, other reporters nodded in agreement, while those from Merseyside appeared furious, thinking these London journalists were shameless for praising Millwall despite their loss.


    Aldrich began to understand the reporters'' mindset.


    Aldrich started to grasp what the reporters were thinking. From a viewer''s standpoint, the intense sh between Millwall and Liverpool could hardly be called boring; Millwall had taken the initiative, putting Liverpool under constant pressure and keeping the fans excited.


    However, the very team that thrilled the crowd ended up on the losing side, a contradiction that was difficult for many to digest.


    Richard from the Daily Mail asked indignantly.


    Having reported on Millwall for over three years, he had nearly turned into a hardcore fan, writing articles that were more professional and objective rather than mere fluff.


    Ahem.


    Aldrich cleared his throat and responded earnestly, "I can''t ept this calmly because Millwall lost, and I''m disappointed with the oue and the team''s performance. You say it was bad luck in front of the goal, but I see it as a matter of skill. Luck only favors the skilled teams on the pitch, and any miracle must stem from a solid foundation of strength. Millwall isn''t strong enough yet; breaking through a dense defense remains a challenge. But I firmly believe the team has room for improvement, and we will do better in the future. As for Liverpool, they won the match, and that''s what matters most, more than any talk of style."


    "But you once scoffed at Arsenal during the Graham era."


    "No, I never denied the Graham era Arsenal; I only stated objectively that their style was dull. That doesn''t mean their tactics were wrong or ''anti-football'' as you put it. Football has rules, and there''s no scoring bonus for style; victory and defeat are reflected in the scoreline. I''ve seen many training materials for coaches across Europe, and none define strength through aesthetics. As a head coach, whether or not you have your own style, your primary job is to help the team win. Winning a game is the fundamental goal, and if you can make it visually appealing, that''s ideal. But when that primary goal isn''t met, you can''t expect every coach to chase idealism."


    Aldrich''s remarks earned unanimous approval from the Merseyside media.


    They viewed this young manager as a respectful figure.


    While they were also dissatisfied with Evans'' conservative tactics, the victory brought them joy.


    If they hadn''t yed this way, Liverpool might have faced another devastating defeat.


    Everyone knew Millwall was formidable, and Liverpool''s roster wasn''t on par with The Lions, so a more cautious approach made sense.


    Neutral viewers, who didn''t care about Liverpool''s league ranking, certainly wanted to see both teams y attacking football, but that would have been ying with fire for Liverpool.


    If Evans dared to face Millwall with six losses in a row, he might lose his job, making the notion of ideal football an impractical one.


    Herrera, the father figure of Inter Mn, initially had his team ying with incredible ir, but they just couldn''t secure those all-important trophies. In a desperate move, Morattiid down an ultimatum, forcing Herrera to switch tactics and implement a defensive chain approach. He was willing to do whatever it took to win, and this shift ushered in a remarkable era for the club.


    "What if all opponents adopt this negative tactic against Millwall? How will you deal with it?"


    "We''ll find our own ways. I won''t me the opposing team for their formation. Even if the other side has all 11 yers guarding the goal, I don''t mind because they aren''t breaking any football rules; they can y that way, just as we can send seven yers into their half. The opposition is free to defend with nine."


    Aldrich spoke some hard truths again today. While his remarks stirred some grumbling among the Fleet Street crowd, who felt, "Hey, we''re on your side here!"


    But the Merseyside media highly praised Aldrich.


    The young manager was a real man.


    Winning is winning; losing is losing.


    Faced with today''s defeat, he held no grudges and vowed to win next time they met.


    Isn''t that what football is all about?


    There''s no point in whining or making excuses.


    Moreover, Aldrich''s tactics had been conservative when he first took over, effectively using counter-attacks that left other teams in the Championship dizzy. The media even mocked Millwall,beling them as an athletics team on the football field.


    Liverpool''s victory over Millwall seemed to silently signal to other teams: if you''re going to y Millwall, this is how you do it!


    Just four dayster, Aldrich lost his temper.


    Millwall was up against Wimbledon away, and not only did they fail to win, but the game also ended in a scoreless draw. Wimbledon''s tactics mirrored Liverpool''s, hunkering down defensively, and they also employed a brutal ying style.


    Pirlo and Capdev both left the pitch injured, and with Lampard suffering a fractured leg in the Community Shield, Millwall had now lost three yers in less than a month of the new season.


    In the match, Aldrich protested the referee''s decisions and ended up receiving a red card. Even after appealing post-match, the FA disregarded his plea, rejecting it outright and adding a three-match suspension.


    At the end of August, in the final league match, Millwall faced Leicester City, managed by Martin O''Neill.


    Aldrich watched the game calmly from the stands.


    O''Neill, a coach known for practical tactics, also brought a defensive approach to the Lions'' den.


    Millwall still dominated the game but struggled to score against the packed defense.


    "Son, is the team okay? Why is luck so against ustely?" Arthur, sitting next to Aldrich, asked with concern.


    Millwall had control but could not find the. Leicester City''s static defensive setuppressed the space, leaving Millwall''s yers with no room to move. Attempts to create danger fell t, and shooting from distance met either a blockade or simply flew wide; it seemed that scoring would hinge solely on luck.


    "We were championsst season, and this year, all teams are particrly fired up to face us. This has nothing to do with luck."


    Aldrich''s mind was racing.


    If Millwall faced a team like Arsenal or Newcastle United, which dared to attack, even when outnumbered on the offensive end, Millwall could exploit the space and break through the defense.


    But when matched against a team like Liverpool, strong yet resolutely defensive, or Wimbledon''sbative tactics, Millwall''s advantages diminished significantly. Leicester City''s approach today was nearly indistinguishable from Liverpool''s.


    O''Neill had coached the team for a year and a half. From Aldrich''s perspective, if it weren''t for certain yer limitations, O''Neill could create a top-notch defense. His ability to transform average defenders intopetent ones echoed memories of Kevin Keegan, who had high-caliber defenders but couldn''t piece together a coherent backline.


    Leicester''s counter-attacks were straightforward, relying on the towering Tony as a focal point. Once the defense seeded, the ball would reach van Nistelrooy, and one of the wings would rapidly push up, with Tony distributing the ball out wide. They couldn''t put more than three yers into the attack.


    Makelelepleted eight interceptions during the match, with two sessful ys leading to wing attacks. Had Schneider and Zambrotta not chased back to thwart the opposition, Millwall''s defense would have been reeling.


    When the final whistle blew, the broadcast cut to Aldrich in the stands, with Arthur beside him covering his face in disappointment. Aldrich remained expressionless.


    The defending champions had started the new season with two wins, only to stumble into two draws and a loss in their next three matches, earning just two points, while Aldrich''s suspension lingered on.


    "Hollis faces yet another test, likely the biggest challenge for all teams in the Premier League: how to break a packed defense? When an opponent sits back for 90 minutes, it may seem they have no ambition to win. However, this shows their respect for Millwall. Sure, they might not expect to win, but they''re even more reluctant to ept defeat or suffer a humiliating loss. Last season, numerous teams were trounced by Millwall, including the traditional top three. For middling teams, fighting for a draw was their only option��who could me them? Can Hollis steer a Millwall that has be the target of many back onto the road to victory? That''s his challenge, and Millwall''s too. Perhaps this is an epic battle of the Lions against all teams in the Premier League, and while we were disappointed with today''s match, we should look forward to the ultimate oue of this war in the future."


    Martin Taylor offered this poetic reflection at the end of the match.


    Aldrich was indeed nning a new transformation for the team. Truthfully, he didn''t want to have to do it, especially since they needed topete in the Champions League this year. While aplete overhaul was unnecessary, the expectations for the yers would be much higher. If the team couldn''t adapt to the changes quickly, the season might spiral into a disastrous early end.


    Just as Aldrich was preparing to head to the UEFA Champions League group draw ceremony, devastating news shocked the UK and the world.


    On August 31, 1997, Princess Diana tragically passed away in a car ident in Paris!

 Chapter 254: Rookies at the Draw

    <h4>Chapter 254: Rookies at the Draw</h4>


    The night before heading to Switzend, Aldrich spent a calm evening at home with Mnie.


    Suddenly, the news of Princess Diana''s tragic death shocked the entire country. People had lost a national icon.


    Especially for girls like Mnie, who was born in Liverpool, Princess Diana, who dared to break free from the constraints of the royal family, was someone they genuinely admired. It''s no exaggeration to say that there weren''t many public figures for their generation to look up to, and the positive, charity-loving image of Princess Diana embodied the hopes and dreams of the people.


    Although Mnie wasn''t the type to scream and cry, her mood was visibly down, deeply saddened by the news.


    When she felt upset, she couldn''t control her appetite.


    Aldrich pulled her up from the couch, where she was curled up with a bunch of snacks.


    "What are you doing? I don''t want to move."


    "Nothing. You just need to vent a little. Overeating like this is bad for your health. Sometimes when you''re feeling down, you just need to let it all out."


    They headed to the gym, where Aldrich tossed her a pair of gloves, while he strapped on protective pads. Raising his arms in defense, he said, "Go ahead, hit me with everything you''ve got. Whatever is bothering you, get it out of your system. Honestly, you''ve never hit me hard enough to hurt me. Are you just ying the part of a fitness girl?"


    Mnie rolled her eyes, her irritation rising as she flipped her hair. "Fine, you want me angry? You''ve seeded."


    With that, she started wildly punching at Aldrich...


    Twenty minutester, they sat against the gym wall. Aldrich was perfectly fine, while Mnie''s arms ached, and she was drenched in sweat.


    Resting her head on Aldrich''s shoulder, she said softly, "Aldrich, will you always be this good to me?"


    "Heh, touched?"


    "Yeah. Why is it I''ve never seen you upset?"


    "Maybe I just take everything with a light heart."


    "You have the mindset of an old man."


    "This way at least I won''t hurt myself. What about you? Don''t take everything to heart. When you feel down, find ways to cheer yourself up. Instead of overeating and hurting yourself.


    "Hahaha, alright, let''s do some more exercise then. I''m out of strength, now it''s your turn to work."


    Mnie shifted into Aldrich''s embrace, gazing deeply into his eyes. Slowly, she began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time...


    Due to the media being partially med for Princess Diana''s death, there was a public outcry against the intrusive nature of the press. Aldrich figured things would be a bit quieter for a while��at least the media might tone it down for a bit.


    ---


    Switzend, Nyon.


    At the 97-98 UEFA Champions League group stage draw.


    Aldrich, dressed sharply in a suit, stood out like a sore thumb��he was far too young. Among the gathered coaches, none were less than a decade older than him.


    This event was a gathering of legendary managers. Aldrich saw many familiar faces, including Real Madrid''s new head coach, Jupp Heynckes, Barcelona''s Louis van Gaal, Parma''s Carlo Ancelotti, Juventus'' Marcello Lippi, and Bayern Munich''s Giovanni Trapattoni...


    On Aldrich''s left sat a semi-familiar face��Monaco''s head coach Jean Tigana��and on his right, Carlo Ancelotti, with whom he had once discussed Thuram''s transfer over the phone.


    Though both Tigana and Aldrich had won their respective league titlesst season, Ancelotti''s achievement of finishing runner-up in Serie A��often dubbed the "mini World Cup"��with Parma was no small feat. The three of them huddled together, chatting about the season''s prospects and specting about potential groupings, while exchanging assessments of other teams.


    "Dortmund''s done for. Sure, they won the Champions Leaguest season, but with Hitzfeld gone and their squad aging, they''re finished. Just look at their domestic season��they didn''t even make it to second ce. If it weren''t for their Champions League win, we wouldn''t even be talking about them now."


    "What about the two Dutch teams?"


    "I don''t expect much. PSV and Feyenoord have always been regrs in Europeanpetition, but they''re not Champions League material. With the expansion to 24 teams this year, thepetition''s gotten even tougher. Honestly, the gap between strong and weak teams is going to be huge."


    Aldrich listened to the two of them chatting energetically and couldn''t help but interrupt, "Hey, hey, hey! We''re all Champions League rookies here, so let''s not be too quick to say others can''t make it! Firstly, check the rules: six group winners advance, plus the two best second-ced teams. If we end up in a death group, whether we can qualify is a big question mark!"


    Ancelotti and Tigana both turned to stare at Aldrich for three seconds before bursting intoughter.


    "Hahaha, you''re right. We''re all rookies here."


    In fact, Ancelotti had started his managerial career a yearter than Aldrich, only beginning in 1995. Just two yearster, he had made it to the Champions League stage, a meteoric rise.


    Perhaps it was this rookie confidence that kept them from looking as tense as the more seasoned managers like Ferguson and Heynckes, who both wore heavy, serious expressions.


    Regardless of the draw, they were ready to fight.


    The Champions League group stage was brutallypetitive at that time. With 24 teams split into six groups, only the group winners and the two best second-ced teams advanced to the knockout stage, starting with the quarterfinals.


    Johnson, the current president of UEFA, took the stage to deliver a speech and presented a number of awards. Millwall were named the best team in Europest season. That caught Aldridge''s attention, and he thanked UEFA. After all, Dortmund won the Champions Leaguest season, but their league performance was mediocre. Millwall won the treble, breaking their long winning streak in the mainstream leagues. Their dominance is undeniable, so this selectiones as no surprise. However, such awards are usually awarded by UEFA and are usually awarded to the winning team without much controversy, as it is difficult topare champions from different leagues.


    As the draw began, all the club managers watched anxiously, as if awaiting judgment.


    Aldrich remained calm throughout the process.


    When the draw results were announced, Tigana smiled, and so did Ancelotti.


    Both managers were satisfied with their groups.


    Monaco was grouped with Bayer Leverkusen, Sporting Lisbon, and Lierse S.K, avoiding the champions from Ennd, Italy, and Spain.


    Tigana was confident about their chances of advancing.


    Ancelotti''s draw wasn''t quite as favorable.


    Parma was grouped with Dortmund, Sparta Prague, and Gtasaray.


    But since he had already dismissed the defending champions Dortmund, Ancelotti felt that as long as they took down Dortmund, they had a good shot at advancing. He was confident.


    The two managers shook hands, congratting each other, then looked at Aldrich with sympathetic eyes.


    Millwall''s draw wasn''t great.


    In their group were Spanish giants Barcelona, Dutch champions PSV Eindhoven, and Ukrainian champions Dynamo Kyiv.


    This group had no weak teams, and with Barcelona in the mix, even if Millwall managed to grab second ce, they might not have enough points to outdo the other second-ced teams from the other groups.


    Seeing their looks of pity, Aldrich extended both hands to shake theirs with a smile. "Good draw, good draw."


    It was no wonder they felt sorry for him. Even though Millwall had beaten Barcelona just a few months ago, people still saw it as an upset. In terms of overall strength, the general perception was that Millwall couldn''t match Barcelona yet, and that was normal. Big clubs bought star yers regrly, and their poprity reflected their perceived strength.


    But these "perceptions" were often wrong. Look at Real Madrid, the so-called Gal��cticos��they kept getting knocked out in the round of 16...


    "Sigh, your Premier League champion draw is even worse than the runner-up''s over there," Tigana remarked, ncing at Manchester United''s group.


    Manchester United had been grouped with Juventus, Feyenoord, and Kosice.


    Apart from Serie A champions Juventus, who were formidable, Feyenoord was the Dutch runner-up, and Kosice from Slovakia was practically a punching bag. Even if United couldn''t beat Juventus, they could still knock out Feyenoord and rack up points against Kosice to secure a top-two finish.


    Aldrich wasn''t envious in the least. Laughing, he said, "If I were going to be jealous, why not envy Real Madrid? Look at their group: Rosenborg from Norway, Olympiacos from Greece, Porto from Portugal. Is there any doubt they''ll advance? I think my draw is great. Barcelona''s the favorite to advance, and Millwall can sneak through."


    Aldrich meant every word.


    In the Premier League, they were always the target, practically beaten down by defensive counterattacks. It was better not to be the favorite. He hoped that every team they faced thought they had a chance. Don''t turtle up��give him a real fight!


    Just as he finished speaking, Aldrich heard two cold snorts behind him.


    Turning around with Ancelotti and Tigana, he saw that sitting behind them was none other than Barcelona''s head coach, Louis van Gaal. His expression was cold as he nced disdain


    Aldrich turned around casually and sat back down.


    Tigana chuckled as he gave Aldrich a light pat on the back of his hand, and Aldrich responded with a cheeky face.


    Meanwhile, all the first-team yers from Millwall were watching the live broadcast at home in London. Once the group draw for Millwall was confirmed, they eagerly picked up the phone to share the news with their teammates.


    "Did you see the draw?"


    "Yeah, what a good draw!"


    "Right? Barcelona, PSV, Dynamo Kyiv��there''s no way we can''t advance."


    "Absolutely! Last night I dreamed we were drawn into a group with Real Madrid, Juventus, and Barcelona. It scared the life out of me!"


    "Huh? How''s that even possible? Teams from the same country avoid each other in the group stage."


    "Who can control their dreams? That''s just how it went down, and it felt like a battle royale."


    "So, did we make it through in your dream?"


    "No idea! I woke up because I had to pee right when I was fighting Juventus in the fourth match."


    "What about the first three games?"


    "Huh? I forgot the result, but I scored four goals. I took off my shirt at the Bernabeu to celebrate."


    "And what about me?"


    "Let me think... I don''t think you scored. Yeah, who was ying right-back? I can''t remember."


    Just drop ?dead!


    This exchange happened between Trezeguet and Schneider.

 Chapter 255: Reunion with an Old Friend

    <h4>Chapter 255: Reunion with an Old Friend</h4>


    After returning to London from Switzend, Aldrich received an invitation from the British royal family. It was an invitation to attend the funeral of Princess Diana, scheduled for the morning of September 6.


    In the past three years, Aldrich had worked in London and became a focal point in the football world, his poprity soaring. He often attended charity events during his free time, cultivating a positive public image. Considering his family''s business prominence, it wasn''t surprising that he received an invitation from the royal family, as he was just one among two thousand guests.


    On the morning of the funeral, at Westminster Abbey, Bat, who had not been seen for a long time, returned from America to attend the ceremony.


    The two brothers sat expressionless in their ck suits, listening to the priest read the eulogies as various dignitaries and close friends of Diana took turns delivering their tributes.


    Aldrich felt no sorrow; after all, he hadn''t spent much time in the UK over the years. He held respect for Diana, but that was about it.


    "Do you have any connections with the royal family?" Aldrich whispered to his older brother.


    Bat replied quietly, "Just acquaintances. We''ve crossed paths at social events. Sometimes, they''re invited to charity events to help boost their image. Everyone has their needs."


    "Oh, how''s things in America?"


    "Great. You can''t imagine how wealthy we''ve be. I could pay off the club''s debts with two hundred million pounds right now."


    "It doesn''t have to be like this. If I just burn money to run the club without thinking, we can''t spend more than others."


    "That''s an exaggeration. Soon, the Hall family will be the wealthiest owners among all clubs in Ennd."


    "Hmph, don''t get too cocky. There are plenty of people richer than you. What''s even scarier are the conglomerates; when ites to burning cash, we''ll never keep up. There''s no need to disrupt the rules of the game."


    "Well, wealth needs to be spent. I''m having someone in London help me pick out a few mansions. Do you have any specific requirements for the design or location?"


    "None. I think my apartment is just fine. It may not look luxurious, but it''sfortable to live in."


    "Such a humble choice!"


    "Thanks."


    Cough.


    Someone from a nearby royal box nced back at the two brothers after overhearing their mutterings, clearly annoyed, and lightly coughed as a warning.


    Once the person turned away, Aldrich and Bat instinctively raised their middle fingers.


    The funeral had a high profile and was widely considered one of the most significant ceremonies in recent years.


    Not only were over a million people lining the streets of London to bid farewell to the princess, but the live broadcast of the funeral also attracted over a billion viewers around the globe.


    Besides attending the funeral, Aldrich participated in the subsequent auction of the princess''s belongings, purchasing one of her iconic outfits for a million pounds. He donated the proceeds to charity and gifted the outfit to an art gallery in London for public disy.


    This not only heightened Aldrich''s visibility during this somber moment in Britain but also enhanced his public image.


    His motives were somewhat self-serving; he aimed to shape his public persona, representing Millwall FC. The attention on him would inevitably shift some focus onto the club.


    In the few days following the funeral, coinciding with FIFA''s international break, Aldrich experienced a rtively quiet period.


    One afternoon before lunch, Aldrich received another invitation, this time for a lunch meeting.


    He arrived at a secluded apartment in the eastern suburbs, holding a bottle of red wine and gently knocking on the door.


    Soon, someone opened the door, revealing a mature and gentle face.


    "Aldrich, it''s been over two years since west met, hasn''t it? You''ve grown into quite a man since we first met."


    Seeing the woman in her casual home attire, Aldrich found it hard to reconcile her with the fragile figure he had met long ago.


    He stepped inside and smiled, "Ms. Rowling, I hardly recognized you."


    "Please, call me Joanne , just like we did in our letters."


    At that moment, Rowling seemed like apletely different person��gracious, vibrant, and radiating happiness.


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow andughed, "Alright then, Joanne . A small gift, just a token of esteem."


    He handed her the bottle of wine, which she graciously epted.


    On the dining table, a bountiful spread awaited. A delicate little girl, around four years old, sat watching cartoons. When Rowling and Aldrich walked in, the girl turned around, her eyes wide, and suddenly shouted, "Uncle Hall!"


    Aldrich was quite surprised and asked: "Do you remember me? Thest time we met, you were still a child!"


    "I know you! Mommy showed me your picture and said you''re the best person in the world. Sometimes I see you on TV, and sometimes you look really scary."


    Rowling''s daughter, Jessica, made Aldrich feel a bit awkward.


    Rowling quickly said with a serious expression: "Jessica, I have told you many times, Uncle Hall is working, just like a strict teacher."


    Aldrich often appeared on-screen directing games, and it was not umon for him to be seen shouting or making dramatic gestures due to adrenaline.


    Fortunately, he wasn''t particrly scary-looking, or he might truly scare small children with his fury.


    Once seated at the table, Aldrich looked at the delicious spread and sighed, somewhat moved.


    "What''s wrong? Is the food unappetizing?" Rowling asked nervously, worried that she might have disappointed Aldrich. To her, he was like a deity who helped her through her toughest times.


    "No, it''s just that I rarely enjoy a meal prepared by someone else. Unless I''m home with my family, I usually cook for myself," he replied.


    "Aren''t you dating someone?"


    "Uh, she''s busier than I am."


    "Well, you should try my cooking today."


    Aldrich thanked her and began to chat with the mother and daughter as they ate.


    "You came to London in April? Why didn''t you tell me?"


    Aldrich''s expression showed his displeasure. He didn''t have many friends outside of work, and besides a few childhood friends, Rowling was one he had nurtured a unique bond with through their correspondence, allowing them to discuss various topics candidly.


    Sometimes, Aldrich faced confusion in life. Although he had a lot of experience, some changes felt fresh, like how to reconcile with friends as his circumstances improved��he often had to consider their feelings. These were conversations he rarely had with others but feltfortable discussing with Rowling.


    "I knew you were busy with work; I didn''t want to bother you. But now, I finally have some time on my hands," she replied calmly, though only she knew that when she arrived in London in April, she had nothing and was still the single mother who needed Aldrich''s support. But now things were different; while money felt mundane, she could now survive independently, presenting herself to Aldrich with apletely new identity.


    After a moment of surprise, Aldrich''s face lit up. "Did ''Harry Potter'' get published?"


    Rowling nodded with a smile, "Yes, it was released in June."


    Aldrich''s face showed genuine regret. "I''m so sorry, I didn''t know. I hardly visit bookstores��maybe once every six months, buying a bunch of books at once, and only after finishing them will I buy new ones. Not knowing about your sess is truly my loss. Regardless, congrattions! Cheers to bing a great author!"


    Rowling beamed with warmth as they clinked sses before she redirected the topic back to Aldrich.


    "I heard you''ve been having some trouble at work?"


    "What trouble?"


    "The newspaper said you were suspended, and I was curious. Aren''t you a coach? Can coaches be suspended without ying football?"


    "Hehe, yes, they can. It just means I''m not allowed to direct the team during the matches. It''s not a big deal; these things are quite normal for coaches."


    "So, are you facing difficulties?"


    "No, actually, it''s a new challenge that excites me."


    "Can''t I have an opportunity tofort you?"


    ...


    After lunch, Rowling returned to her bedroom and brought out two items for Aldrich.


    "This envelope contains a check, which is the money you''ve supported me with these past years. This is ''Harry Potter and the Philosopher''s Stone.'' I wrote a note in the front for you as a gift from a friend."


    Aldrich epted it without hesitation.


    Even the check, he had no intention of refusing.


    It wasn''t because he was petty about money; he understood that by epting the check, he restored their rtionship to a bnced status, allowing Rowling to bury her gratitude deep within, at least leaving them even materially.


    "Mommy, can we go out today?" Jessica looked at Aldrich, seemingly wanting to take advantage of him to have some fun.


    "Joanne , are you busy here?"


    "Mm, yes. I still need to write the next installments of ''Harry Potter.'' I don''t often have time to take her out, plus, I''m not very familiar with this ce."


    Aldrich thought for a moment and suggested, "How about this? I''m off today; I could take her to explore some fun spots in London this afternoon."


    Rowling looked at her daughter, who wore a pitiful expression, and smiled in agreement.


    The whole afternoon, Aldrich apanied the mother and daughter around London, letting Jessica ride on his shoulders while he held her small hands, as Rowling quietly followed behind, watching them with a soft gaze.


    London boasts numerous museums, castles, libraries, and parks, each with its distinctive charm, and Aldrich had visited most of them, making him a fitting guide.


    When night fell, Aldrich cradled the already asleep Jessica into Rowling''s arms beneath her apartment, smiling as he waved goodbye. "It''s gettingte, I should be going. I had a great time today."


    "Mm, you''re always wee here. Aldrich, thank you. Jessica hasn''t been this happy in a long time; she really likes you."


    Aldrich, unusually shy, scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I just realized I actually enjoy being around kids. Haha, I''ll be going now. Goodbye."


    "Goodbye."


    Rowling smiled, watching Aldrich walk away until he disappeared at the end of the street.


    Aldrich strolled for a long while. He hadn''t driven today as his BMW was in for repairs, and he didn''t want to attract attention by taking his sports car out.


    As he walked down the moonlit street with his hands in his pockets, Aldrich mused: "It seems I genuinely enjoy spending time with children. Could it be that my psychological clock is ticking towards wanting a family?"


    Shaking his head, he felt a little unsure. Maybe today is just a new experience. He wasn''t sure he was ready for a child.

 Chapter 256: The Fans’ Fury

    <h4>Chapter 256: The Fans�� Fury</h4>


    As the FIFA international break ended, Aldrich felt relieved that all the yers returned unscathed. With only three days left until the weekend league match, Aldrich and his coaching staff were already waiting for the yers at the training ground.


    Bet, Jansson, and Babou stood next to Aldrich, forming a serious discussion circle around him. yers emerging from the locker room changed into their kits huddled together, talking about the Champions League group stage draw.


    Their excitement for the Champions League was palpable in their conversations.


    Once the yers gathered, Aldrich put on a stern face and began to reprimand them.


    "It seems like you''ve forgotten we have an important league match in just three days! Ipletely understand your feelings; you''re on the brink of participating in the highest-level intercontinental tournament, and I''m excited too. But you can''t forget who you are; you are the reigning champions of the Premier League, and we are currently sitting at a shocking tenth ce! Tenth ce! Liverpool has already managed to leave scars on us, and Wimbledon and Leicester City have happily secured favorable results against us. This weekend we travel to Stamford Bridge. Are you really considering gifting our rivals a nice weekend surprise? Forget about the Champions League and focus all your energy on preparing for the league match!"


    Upon hearing Aldrich''s stern warning, the yers collectively dropped their rxed expressions, now facing the training session with seriousness.


    During the warm-up, the coaches refrained from participating, with Aldrich still engaged in discussion with the coaching staff about tactical training focus for the uing period.


    The first round of the Champions League was just a week away, and with the main yers back from international duty, Aldrich would typically implement a rotation n for the weekend league match.


    However, the situation on the Premier League table forced him to field his strongest lineup for the derby against Chelsea.


    Having not won in thest three league matches, they needed to stop the downward trend immediately, especially with Chelsea starting the season on a ferocious note. They also needed to curtail their rivals'' momentum.


    The only advantageous factor was that Millwall would host their first Champions League match in London, minimizing the negative impact of back-to-back games as much as possible.


    Once the yerspleted their warm-up, Aldrich called six yers forward while Bet summoned eight others to his side.


    Back, Schneider, Nedved, Larsson, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko stood in a fan shape before Aldrich.


    Holding his tactical board, Aldrich addressed them, "Listen carefully to what I''m about to say. If you cannot understand my expectations, our team won''t be able to improve."


    The six nodded seriously.


    Millwall was in trouble; this wasmon knowledge across the entire Premier League.


    No matter how many people enjoyed watching them fail or secretly mocked them, there were still those eager to see how Millwall would break their early-season slump.


    How could they break through a solid defense?


    Liverpool, Wimbledon, and Leicester City had already tasted sess against Millwall, but that wasn''t the mainstream style in the Premier League.


    Liverpool could impose their intense style of y against teams apart from Millwall, as could others.


    So Fleet Street wasn''t worried that this defensive counter-attacking trend would be the norm in the Premier League.


    It was precisely because Millwall had been exceptionally strongst season, ying ruthlessly in the Premier League that other teams feared them. Consequently, against Millwall, most teams took a passive stance, not wanting to win much either.


    This was a critical time for Millwall; unless they could overturn their current slump and break through solid defenses, this tactical approach of others could be ingrained, leading to Millwall potentially being ridiculed: ying attractive football was pointless if they couldn''t win!


    Aldrich understood that only by making teams who deployed extreme counter-attacking tactics ultimately pay a price once, twice, or three times would they be able to change their current plight.


    Once opponents realized that their negative defensive approach wouldn''t even secure them a draw, the tactical mindset would revert to the drawing board: why not adopt their own style and give it a shot? What''s the point of just taking hits without earning points?


    Aldrich showed the six yers his tactics board, where the attacking yers'' movement routes and passing lines were clearly indicated with solid and dashed lines.


    "This is the team tactic we''ve built over the past three years, which seeded tremendouslyst season. From passing to positioning, we advance inyers and links. The simplest way to describe it is: back yers pass to midfielders, midfielders pass to forwards, and once the yers in other positions move into ce, we use width andteral ball movement to stretch the opposition''s defense, then our finishers seize the opportunity to threaten the opponent''s goal."


    The six yers listened intently. Although they might not have understood the intricacies of the tactics when they initially joined the team, through daily training and matches, they might not be able to articte the essence, but they instinctively knew how to y.


    "In the past, our attacking yers in the midfield would moveterally to stretch the defense. For example, David would run horizontally to attract the defenders'' attention, creating sudden inside-cutting opportunities for Andre and Henrik to threaten the goal. But now, our opponents often deploy heavy defenses within a forty-yard radius in front of the box,pensating for the potential vulnerabilities in their defense with numbers. This demands our attacking yers to adapt their movements and work together more efficiently, requiring greater awareness of the game. Maybe before, one or two yers could create opportunities, but now it requires three, four, or even five yers to work together to generate scoring chances."


    After Aldrich finished speaking, he flipped to the next page of his tactics board to showcase the new tactical training starting today.


    The yers'' movement patterns wereplex; relying solely on rigid routes wouldn''t yield significant results. Aldrich often created various scenarios for yers to experiment with, providing hints from the side. While the annotated movement patterns on today''s tactics board were straightforward, the real challengey in forming that understanding during practical games.


    "We need to enhance our attacking depth. While opponents utilize two or three defensive lines to bolsterteral interceptions, I don''t believe their midfield yers can achieve perfect coordination with the defenders. There will inevitably be transitionalpses during defensive duties, revealing weaknesses as roles shift."


    Aldrich exined the key points of the tactics and encouraged them tomunicate with one another.


    While the overall tactical direction hadn''t changed, these nuanced details required a deeper understanding from the yers, and their coordination needed to be even more precise.


    When training started, Aldrich instructed them to y half a field of offense and defense.


    The offensive team consisted of the six Aldrich had briefed.


    Bet then organized the other eight yers to form a doubleyered,pact defense.


    Aside from the goalkeeper, defenders Mills, Elgham, Southgate, and Zambrotta, joined four midfielders: Gattuso, Makelele, Gronkjaer, and Duff.


    As trainingmenced, Aldrich observed the attacking unit from the sidelines.


    Initially, they adhered to their usualteral stretching tactics, but as Aldrich consistently reminded them, the attack gradually found their rhythm and began to improve. They had yed together for over two years, and the synergy among two or three yers had already formed. However, the current requirement was for four, five, or even six yers to create teamwork and progression together; missing just one could disrupt everything.


    This, however, was still not the ideal tactical scenario Aldrich envisioned; Millwall was missing one crucial element.


    A yer capable of tearing apart the opponent''s defense using their individual brilliance!


    Larsson was the perfect finisher, Shevchenko could both create and finish, and Trezeguet offered top-notch movement and influence, but none of the three strikers had the ability to alter the course of the game by their own means.


    In Aldrich''s n, it would be the quickest two seasons before the team could obtain that final world-ss element, and the contributor to that element was the Brazilian Ronaldinho, currently working to boost his goals and assists in the reserves.


    That was the best-case scenario, as the team needed to wait for Ronaldinho to develop, to find his footing in the Premier League, and to transform into the magician of the pitch.


    While opponents may fear Millwall, in most recent matches, even after a convincing disy, they would still deploy eight men to defend and have two up front searching for chances. Yet this season, all their recent opponents had left nine men in the back and merely one up front, making counterattacks essentially a gamble.


    In this situation, Millwall''sck of individual breakthrough ability had been ringly exposed.


    Aldrich was not one toin; under the current conditions, he would strive to do his best to maximize the team''s overall football strategy.


    Three dayster, the London derby awaited.


    Since Aldrich was suspended, he didn''t even attend the pre-match press conference, with Bet stepping in for him. The result was a somewhatckluster atmosphere, as Fleet Street didn''t wish to waste time on the Spanish fat man.


    This season, the East London derby was definitely missing, and when West Ham would climb back to the Premier League remained uncertain; however, the battles between Millwall and Chelsea were still intense and, with Chelsea steadily building strength in recent years, they had be a formidable force in London and the Premier League.


    Millwall had already proven themselves with their championship win, while Chelsea was merely one trophy away from announcing their resurgence.


    This was not just a derby between London rivals; it was a focal battle between two rising teams in the Premier League.


    Chelsea had sessfullynded a number of impressive wins over the past two seasons, sinking teams like Manchester United and Liverpool, earning them the reputation of giant killers. Though not favorites for the league title this season, they were definitely poised to disrupt.


    Aldrich appeared in the box at Stamford Bridge, next to him stood Yvonne. The dazzling duo appeared calm in front of the live cameras, looking like solemn deities surveying the pitch below.


    In the stands at Stamford Bridge, Chelsea fans waved an audacious banner.


    "Millwall, who''s at the top now? Where are The Lions?"


    Since Millwall''s rise to the Premier League, they had never ranked below a London team after five matches in a new season. However, this season, after five rounds, they found themselves in tenth ce, unexpectedly behind Chelsea, who topped the table!


    Millwall fans stood in the away section, arms crossed, scoffing at Chelsea fans'' taunts.


    Brady directly instructed the Lions Roar members to take action immediately. Currently, the Lions Roar was Millwall''s most influential supporter group, especially with their stands emboldening yers and ensuring they remainedpetitive against opposing fans'' cheers.


    Soon, the Lions Roar members adjusted their positions spontaneously, and with a wave of Brady''s hand, five rows turned to face Chelsea''s fans, their backs emzoned with a bold statement in English letters, responding to Chelsea.


    "Champions


    Chelsea: 4


    Millwall: 5


    Some have waited twenty-six years


    Some celebrated the trophy just four months ago.


    The protest banner made up of a word, number, or punctuation mark behind each fan quickly captured the attention of the broadcast cameras.


    Simultaneously, Brady led the members to sing in unison: "Hey Chelsea, look over here, answer our question: who waited twenty-six years, who watched the Lions lift the FA Cup at Wembley, who has lost every Premier League match against the Lions? Chelsea, oh Chelsea, answer me, answer me, or you''ll just cry, cry, cry..."


    Chelsea''s most die-hard fans watched the Lions'' response, some gritting their teeth while others remembered the crushing defeat at Wembley a few months ago. That was their closest brush with a trophy in recent years, but their hopes had been brutally shattered by the Lions.


    How infuriating, Millwall! You haven''t won a single match in three rounds, yet we, Chelsea, are at the top of the league with four wins and one loss.


    Why are you so arrogant? Why? ? ?

 Chapter 257: Breaking Through the Blue Bus

    <h4>Chapter 257: Breaking Through the Blue Bus</h4>


    As the London derby approached, both teams'' yers had taken to the pitch. Chelsea''s head coach, Ruud Gullit, stood on the sidelines, looking rather rxed. His team had only suffered an unexpected loss in their first match of the new season, and aside from the injury of summer signing Poyet , they had gone on to win their next four matches with great momentum.


    In contrast, Millwall''s recent form had been poor, dropping points in three of their five league matches. Key yers Pirlo and Capdev would remain sidelined for another month and a half, although Lampard was nearing a return.


    To make matters worse for Millwall, head coach Aldrich was suspended and unable to coach, leaving Ben��tez in charge for this match. The Spanish manager''s expression was grave as he stood on the sidelines.


    "Hello, everyone! The focus of today''s sixth round of the Premier League is the London derby between the league leaders Chelsea and the reigning champions Millwall. Gullit, who has vowed to make Chelsea a symbol of attacking football, has opted for a more defensive setup today. Andy, do you think Chelsea is intimidated by Millwall?"


    "Why wouldn''t they be? If Millwall was conserving energy for the Champions League, Gullit''s lineup would surely be criticized. But today, Millwall is fielding their strongest squad. After losing three times to Hallst season, Gullit seems to have learned from Liverpool and Leicester City, so we may see him easily secure the win, especially with Z leading the line, who has more individual ability than Liverpool''s young striker Owen."


    "Let''s look at today''s lineups. Chelsea is set up in a 5-4-1 formation:


    Goalkeeper: De Goey


    Defenders: rk, Duberry, LeBerf, Babayaro, Le Saux,


    Midfielders: Petrescu, Di Matteo, Sinir, Wise


    Forward: Z.


    Millwall is sticking to their 4-3-3 formation:


    Goalkeeper: Butt


    Defenders: Schneider, Elgham, Southgate, Zambrotta


    Midfielders: Makelele, Back, Nedved


    Forwards: Larsson, Trezeguet, Shevchenko.


    Andy, I''ve been thinking: if Millwall''s opponents withdraw into defense and cede control on the midfield, what if Millwall adopts the same strategy? Wouldn''t the match be quite dull?"


    "Martin, that''s precisely what makes Hallmendable. He has faith that his team can win, so he doesn''t relinquish control to tempt the opponent to attack. As he says, a manager should have their ideals; Millwall will not abandon their pursuit of victory."


    The match kicked off, and Chelsea took the first touch.


    Z passed the ball back to Di Matteo, but Millwall set up defensively. Wise received a pass and took a couple of steps before passing back to Z in the center, who tried to take on Back but was shoved off bnce and lost possession.


    Chelsea hardly ventured over the halfway line after kickoff, simply waiting for Millwall tounch their offensive.


    Makelele passed the ball to Zambrotta on the nk. The Italian full-back advanced with the ball, performing a one-two with Nedved as he made an explosive run forward.


    However, Petrescu was right behind, while rk, Di Matteo, and Duberrypressed the space on that side.


    Zambrotta switched the ballterally to Nedved, who then passed it to Back, who was moving forward but shifted it back to Schneider on the nk.


    Watching thisteral passing from the sidelines, Gullit''s lips curled into a slight smile, as though he had anticipated this move.


    This type ofteral transition y was Millwall''s forte. In high-tempo situations, they would work with the strikers to create space, and when the wingers cut inside suddenly, they would exploit the openings with precise through balls.


    But when the backfield was crowded with defensive yers, it became hard for forwards to find good chances, no matter how they positioned themselves.


    So, what''s next?


    Shouldn''t Millwall be preparing to end this attack with a long-range shot?


    Schneider brought the ball to the edge of the penalty area before passing to Shevchenko, who turned his back to the goal to receive the ball. At the same time, both Larsson and Trezeguet moved toward him.


    Le Saux stuck close to Shevchenko, knowing that Millwall might try to set up a crossing y from the wings. With an extra defender today, they were not worried about crossing the ball disrupting their defense, as long as they didn''t make any rookie mistakes.


    Babayaro marked Trezeguet closely, while Duberry shifted over, cautious of Larsson cutting inside on the right wing. All three of Millwall''s forwards had surged toward the right nk.


    Just as Shevchenko touched the ball, he turned to look at his two attacking partners. An understanding seemed to pass between them.


    Shevchenko made a quick pass back to Schneider.


    After the pass, Shevchenko promptly turned, making a move to cut inside, while Le Saux closely followed him, anticipating danger.


    Trezeguet made a run towards the edge of the area, with Babayaro immediately trailing him, ensuring no opportunity for the striker to turn and shoot.


    Larsson positioned himself centrally at the top of the box, making a run forward as Duberry pressed closer, while sweeper LeBerf also moved to block any prating through balls.


    However, the backline of five for Chelsea failed to notice that at the moment Shevchenko made the back pass, Millwall''s two midfielders charged forward like beasts with purpose.


    Di Matteo and Sinir, who were tasked with guarding Nedved and Back, got quickly shaken off by their sudden eleration.


    Schneider, focused and alert, delivered a beautiful curved ball into the box, soaring over the entire defense''s heads, flying straight to the far post of the small box.


    Sweeper LeBerf felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the trajectory of the ball and hastily rushed to the right side to cover. But Nedved reached the far post and struck the ball with his left foot before it even touched the ground, sending it back into the middle as it sailed through LeBerf''s legs. He sensed his impending failure but couldn''t react in time before he heard a thunderous strike behind him.


    Boom!


    Back cleanly hammered the ball into the!


    Stamford Bridge fell into utter silence.


    The home crowd was in shock, with Chelsea fans, coaches, and yers all left speechless, as if struck by lightning.


    On the opposing fan side, Millwall''s supporters erupted with excitement.


    "Chelsea, you think you''re invincible? League leaders? Hell, it''s only been five rounds! It won''t be long before we, the Lions, knock you down and, just like before, step on your corpses to reach the championship trophy! Go ahead, keepughing and questioning where the Lions are! We''re right here, celebrating wildly at Stamford Bridge!"


    Millwall fans cheered, passionately rallying for their team, openly mocking their bitter rivals.


    Aldrich, watching from the box, was equally ecstatic. He jumped to his feet, furiously pumping his fists in celebration.


    "Park the bus! Sit back and defend all you want! I''m not afraid of your tactics��do it as long as you like! My team will still blow you away! Not only are you ying pitifully out there, but you''ll also lose face! I want the world to understand why the Lions are ferocious!"


    Millwall scored their first goal after a three-match drought without a goal.


    Back ran around exhrated after scoring.


    It wasn''t just about the goal; he and his teammates knew they had created yet another ssic team-y goal!


    Commentator Martin Tyler couldn''t contain his excitement.


    As a sermentator, the greatest joyes from witnessing the birth of a ssic.


    "We have seen the fastest goal of the season so far, just 1 minute and 7 seconds! Millwall scores a lightning goal, an extraordinary feat! If you just watch Nedved assisting Back, you might not find it remarkable, as Back had a clear chance��it was nearly impossible to miss. But if you enjoy this goal from beginning to end, you will realize how spectacr it was, demonstrating the thrilling intery between attack and defense from both teams!"


    "Absolutely, Martin! This goal from Millwall must havee from meticulous tactical practice, resulting from nine precise passes leading to the shot. During this process, the ball''s rapidteral movement in the front forced Chelsea''s defensive focus to shift from right to left. This is a familiar attacking routine for Millwall, but analyzing the subsequent attack in slow motion, you will appreciate the cooperation among Millwall''s attacking yers."


    "You''re spot on, Andy. After Shevchenko passed and cut inside, he drew Chelsea''s defenders towards him. Trezeguet''s outward pull attracted Babayaro, while Larsson positioned himself centrally on the penalty area line. The three Millwall forwards from different angles ripped Chelsea''s defense apart, creating a notable gap on the opposite side. At the same time, Nedved and Back''s rapid runs were clearly intentional��Nedved receiving the ball and Back making a run towards the goal. Duberry was left in a daze, unsure whether to continue marking Larsson or chase after Back rushing past him! Nedved assisted, Back scored, and during this whole offensive process, every Millwall attacking yer yed a vital role, working together to create this ssic goal! Hall''s team did not surrender to counterattacking tactics and has only grown stronger!"


    The coaches and substitutes on Millwall''s bench stared in disbelief at the goal. They knew better than anyone that Aldrich never conducted rigid tactical training.


    Just like this goal, it couldn''t have emerged from a fixed routine.


    Aldrich merely shared the foundational concepts with the yers and then allowed them to express themselves during training. Their synergy and ability would bring forth the most wonderful moments unexpectedly.


    This was Aldrich''s training philosophy: Lagonians thinking.


    As others celebrated, Ben��tez remained unperturbed, gesturing calmly to his yers to keep their emotions in check: the match had just begun, and they mustn''t get ahead of themselves!


    With Chelsea falling behind at home so early, Gullit''s rxed demeanor evaporated.


    With today''s setup, conceding a goal was the worst-case scenario; if they did, the 5-4-1 formation would tie Chelsea''s attacking efforts.


    This is just damned ridiculous!


    Millwall hadn''t scored against Liverpool, Wimbledon, or Leicester City.


    Chelsea''s lineup was certainly at least as strong as those three teams; how could they concede so early? Was it truly a mistake in formation��should they have added another holding midfielder?


    Evans'' squad against the Lions had reached a stage where they simply couldn''t afford to lose anymore, clinching a victory through defensive counterattacking at Anfield.


    Gullit, too, had reached that point, having not only failed to beat Millwall in the leaguest season but also lost the FA Cup final to them. If he lost today, not only would it reflect poorly on Chelsea, but it would likely devastate his own reputation as well.


    After all, the opponent was a team without a head coach directing them!

 Chapter 258: Stamford Bridge Tragedy

    <h4>Chapter 258: Stamford Bridge Tragedy</h4>


    Chelsea was set to kick off again just two minutester. The yers hadn''t even warmed up yet, and they were already behind on the scoreboard. What a terrible start!


    After Z passed the ball back to Di Matteo, Chelsea began to push forward. They were down, and scoring was the logical way to get back into the game.


    Their midfielders made their runs upfield, but Di Matteo found himself tangled up by Nedved. He scanned for options but saw all his teammates tightly marked, so he had to return the ball.


    "Pass error! Di Matteo did not notice what was going on behind him. His return was soft and weak, and was intercepted by Larsson in the middle. Larsson moved sideways with the ball, while Trezeguet made a clever run. An opening was created in front of the penalty area. Shevchenko pretended to cut inside, and Larsson passed the ball to Back. There was a huge space between Chelsea''s defense and the midfield!"


    What started as a Chelsea attack quickly turned into a nightmare. Di Matteo''s back pass left the midfield and defense disconnected, and Millwall orchestrated a swift counterattack.


    Back advanced with long strides, unimpeded as he arrived at the edge of the penalty area, gently chipping the ball into the box.


    Chelsea''s three central defenders marked the attackers clustered in the middle.


    But they still missed one!


    The moment Di Matteo lost the ball, Nedved sprinted forward, elerating straight into the penalty area without hesitation.


    As Back released the ball, Nedved passed right by Duberry, ensuring he wouldn''t be offside with LeBerf also moving to guard against Shevchenko''s cut inside.


    The Czech leapt high, powerfully heading the ball into the bottom corner of the goal.


    Dutch goalkeeper De Goey could only look on in despair as he stumbled back, struggling to regain his bnce.


    Le Saux became furious, pointed at where Nedv��d had shot and shouted at rk: "You shoulde over and fill gap, dammit!"


    rk looked furious, his frustration bubbling with nowhere to go.


    "Yeah, go ahead and criticize! Why not try being a fullback for a change? You''ve got the opponent''s fullback all over the field, while their winger is darting inside. I''m stuck trying to defend both sides, and now even their midfielders are making surprise runs! I can''t believe this��there''s just one of me!"


    After scoring, Nedved waved to all his teammates running toward him.


    When they gathered around for a hug, he chuckled and asked, "Where''s the boss?"


    Larsson pointed toward the VIP box where Aldrich was sitting. Nedved waved for everyone to follow him in that direction.


    Meanwhile, the Chelsea fans below thought this was a provocation and rose in outrage, shouting furiously.


    Nedved and his teammates lined up, then all solemnly saluted with serious expressions.


    Chelsea fans fell silent, secretly acknowledging how enviable the opponent was��united, powerful, and led by a capable manager. This was the true strength of a champion team!


    "Oh, how the mighty have fallen! De Goey, who had kept three clean sheets in the first five league matches, finds himself with two goals against him in less than five minutes today. Although the second goal was caused by Chelsea''s error, it shows that Millwall''s strategy for both goals was identical: the three forwards pulled defenders away, two midfielders charged forward at speed��one assisting while the other surprised everyone by appearing right before the goal. And let''s not forget Chelsea''s defense; they''ve left a huge gap in front of their box, and no one was there to challenge Back, making his pass to Nedved extremelyfortable. Now they''re saluting Hall in the VIP box��this is Millwall, The Lions!"


    "After the second goal went in, Aldrich sprang to his feet in the box, raising both fists in the air with a defiant look on his face.


    "As the yers below saluted from the sidelines, Aldrich''s expression softened. He began to p, sharing a smile with Yvonne, his face lit up with a blissful grin. Aldrich thought to himself: I knew it, I knew you could do it��you''re the best!"


    There was nothing that thrilled a manager more than seeing his yers execute tactics beyond expectations.


    It was a sense of aplishment, an indescribable pleasure.


    But it first relied on the yers'' abilities. Otherwise, no matter how brilliant a coach''s tactical system is, it won''t yield results with a squad of duds.


    What pleased him most was the attacking trio that scored nearly a hundred goalsst season. Each of the three strikers disyed the rare willingness to sacrifice for each other, cleverly drawing defenders with their runs and creating space for teammates to prate.


    If this werest season''s Millwall, those three forwards would have all attacked the opponent''s defense simultaneously. But today, they actively pulled Chelsea''s backline to one side, creating space on the opposite nk, proving that Millwall''s strategy was evolving.


    Previously, their attack was rigid, everyone sticking to their duties��defenders to midfielders, midfielders to forwards, and forwards finishing.


    However, after thetest changes, Millwall''s attacking style has be more varied and unpredictable. Forwards now create space for midfielders, who are delivering decisive passes with a newfound calmness, while full-backs are diversifying their assists rather than just targeting the forwards for finishing."


    Chelsea was utterly bewildered.


    Gullit looked grim on the sidelines. What now that Chelsea was two goals down?


    Time to attack and y their usual "beautiful football"!


    But the rest of the match fell entirely under Millwall''s control. Chelsea''s originally defensive formation struggled to assert dominance in midfield as they found heading into attack increasingly challenging.


    In contrast, Millwall thrived as their opponents gave up theirpact defense.


    By the twenty-eighth minute of the first half, Millwallunched another swift counterattack.


    Nedved dropped back to receive the ball and passed it to the advancing Back. The forwards made their runs again, this time LeBerf adjusted; he focused more on the movements of Millwall''s midfielders outside the box instead of what''s happening inside.


    Back shiftedterally with the ball and then delivered a lofted pass.


    Shevchenko burst forward from the edge of the penalty area, with Le Saux and Babayaro closing in, but the ball sailed over their heads. As it dropped near the goal line, Chelsea''s defenders were incredulous to see who was receiving it: Schneider!


    The forwards not only covered for the midfielders but also drew defenders away for the full-backs'' runs.


    Schneider retrieved the ball at the goal line; Chelsea''s defense panicked, leaving gaps in their marks. Schneider passed it in front, where Trezeguet was tightly guarded by LeBerf, but Larsson emerged from behind Trezeguet, poking the ball into the near post with his toe. Duberry, chasing after him, crashed into both LeBerf and Trezeguet.


    Chaos erupted in front of Chelsea''s goal, but the ball found the.


    Larsson ran backward,ughing heartily and sticking out his tongue.


    Gullit was on the verge of madness, roaring at his yers before making his substitutions.


    "What''s Chelsea doing? Substituting within thirty minutes? Gullit is just pping himself in the face!"


    "There''s no choice, Martin. Like you said, Chelsea is down three goals less than thirty minutes in. Gullit can''t stick to a five-man backline anymore. After the game, he''ll be criticized regardless. He knows making substitutions is a way to correct his pre-match errors. Even if it can''t turn the game around, if they can score a couple of goals, it will relieve some post-match pressure."


    "But I don''t think bringing in a forward instead of removing a defender will guarantee goals. What if he concedes more?"


    "Mark Hughes reces the young Babayaro. LeBerf will transition from sweeper to one of the two center backs, returning Chelsea to their usual 4-4-2 setup. Oh, the young Babayaro is arguing with Gullit. I understand; being subbed off within thirty minutes in such a high-profile match can feel humiliating."


    Gullit tried to shake hands with Babayaro as he left the pitch, hoping to console him.


    But Babayaro showed no respect toward his coach, angrily shouting, "If you don''t trust me, then don''t put me on the field!"


    Gullit shot back, "How can I trust you after we conceded three goals?"


    "Don''t pin all the me on me! It''s your terrible tactics that caused the problems! This is awful!"


    "Babayaro had a heated argument with Gullit on the sidelines, and the assistant coach had to intervene and drag the yer down the tunnel. Gullit seemed extremely dissatisfied. This substitution made the Chelsea yers on the field equally dissatisfied. Because the yer who just came on the field was It was a mistake for the yers too."


    When you''re trailing and need to attack, removing a defender for an offensive yer to revert to their regr 4-4-2 makes sense.


    But why bring on 34-year-old Mark Hughes?


    They all knew that Viaggi, with his solid scoring rate in training and limited appearances, was sitting on the bench.


    Not only Chelsea insiders but also outsiders were aware of the rift between Gullit and Viaggi. Yet at this moment, the teammates wanted Viaggi to enter and support the team.


    At least with Viaggi on the field, they could rely on the Italian trio: Di Matteo, Z, and Viaggi.


    Gullit''s substitution decision stirred controversy and dissatisfaction among yers.


    After the changes, Chelsea''s morale plummeted.


    Just ten minutester, Shevchenko was taken down in the box by LeBerf, and the referee awarded a penalty.


    Stamford Bridge fell silent, the fans numb, refraining from protesting the referee''s call.


    Millwall was already leading by three; the referee wouldn''t have blown for a penalty unless it were tantly obvious. Yet LeBerf wrecklessly tackled Shevchenko from behind without a chance at the ball, leaving the referee with no choice.


    Larsson stepped up to take the penalty and scored effortlessly.


    Millwall''s yers gathered in front of the away supporters and began to sway rhythmically in celebration.


    The Lions'' fans joined in, delighting in a match that was undoubtedly a treat for them.


    Gullit buried his head in his hands, seemingly resigned to the inevitable.


    Before halftime, after the fourth goal went in, the stands at Stamford Bridge began to empty as fans quietly filed out.


    They couldn''t bear to watch any longer!


    During halftime, Ben��tez used up two of his substitutions.


    Gronkjaer came on for Larsson, and Neil reced Zambrotta.


    Millwall started the second half by tightening their formation, repelling Chelsea''s attacks with effective counters.


    As the final whistle blew, a significant portion of the Stamford Bridge standsy empty.


    Those who remained were furious, shouting at Gullit to leave, while others wept in despair.


    The scoreboard disyed a gruesome scoreline.


    0:7.


    In international convention, the home team is listed first.


    Millwall created a shocking event in English football known as the ''Stamford Bridge Tragedy.''"

 Chapter 259: Milestone Moment

    <h4>Chapter 259: Milestone Moment</h4>


    Millwall''s away victory by a staggering seven goals left Stamford Bridge buzzing with tension. Chelsea''s disastrous performance in the first half hadpletely broken them apart, and internal locker room issues red up, putting Gullit''s position as head coach in jeopardy. Fleet Street revealed an exclusive report stating that Bates had instructed Vialli to co-manage with Gullit.


    To Aldrich, this was another terribly misguided decision.


    However, if Chelsea wanted to rise, it wasn''t just about enhancing their strength; they also needed to build their reputation. Gullit''s coaching level, when assessed objectively, was quite poor, but his star power from his ying days lent a certain aura to his role as head coach. This brought a level of visibility to Chelsea far greater than some more capable but less famous coaches could provide.


    Millwall''s sess in the league helped rebuild the yers'' confidence. Before facing what would be the club''s first-ever Champions League match, they quickly adjusted their mindset.


    At the UEFA press conference the day before the match, Aldrich didn''t carry the excitement over from the seven-goal thrashing of Chelsea but instead spoke earnestly to reporters, stressing the significance of the uing game and the need to avoidcency.


    "League matches and Champions League matches are two entirely different stages," he said. "In our first game, we''re up againstst season''s champions from Eredivisie. There''s no doubt this is a test. We''re unfamiliar with our opponents, so if the yers think they can just approach this Champions League match with a normal mindset and expect an easy win, that''d be a dangerous attitude. Especially since the qualification situation in our group is extremely tough; lose one match and you could find yourself in a precarious position, setting the stage for elimination."


    "Will Millwall fight for first ce in the group?"


    "That question is foolish. We are the reigning Premier League champions, representing Ennd. We''re not here just to make up the numbers; of course, our goal is to advance from the group. Given the rules for qualification, we''ll take every match seriously, aiming to secure the top spot in our group��there''s no way we''ll gamble on being the second-best team in a weaker group."


    "Does Millwall believe it can win overwhelmingly against Barcelona in their two group matches?"


    "There are also Dynamo Kyiv and PSV Eindhoven in our group. Barcelona is just one of our opponents. We''ll treat every match with the same level of importance. We can''t afford to underestimate any team because each is formidable in its own right. They''ve proven themselves in their respective leagues, and Millwall won''t focus on, or disregard, any opponent based solely on outside perceptions."


    "That''s just your view; maybe the yers have a different opinion."


    "I have confidence in my yers. Most of them are debuting in the Champions League, and they''ll approach each match seriously, striving to reach the knockout stage. I don''t believe any yer in the Millwall squad thinks they can easily beat their opponents."


    True to form, Aldrich remained low-key before the match. He never indulged in grand statements, knowing that such a disy would be unwise. Even if the ultimate result was a guaranteed victory, it would only cultivate an image of arrogance. If they lost, the scrutiny from the public and club would turn harshly on him. On the other hand, maintaining a low profile before the match meant that regardless of the oue, the coach wouldn''t face as much pressure afterward. If they won, there''d be praise; if they lost, he could justify criticizing the yers for theirck of performance.


    The match was scheduled for the evening, and before the yers went out to warm up, Aldrich addressed them in the locker room.


    The yers changed into their new jerseys and cleats, sitting in silence as they focused on Aldrich.


    To be honest, they missed Aldrich a little; he hadn''t been in the locker room during thest two league matches, which had felt off. Ben��tez liked to drum up tactical discipline before matches, which the yers found hard to take.


    It wasn''t that Ben��tez''s approach was right or wrong; he simply had a vastly different style than Aldrich. The yers were just relieved that Ben��tez was only the assistant coach, managing the team temporarily.


    So when Ben��tez spoke at length about tactics, most of the yers weren''t too keen to listen. They had already organized their game n the day before, and while a day had passed, they were used to refining the training tactics within that time. By the time the match rolled around, they were ready.


    Aldrich looked around at the team and said softly, "This is our first Champions League match, and it''s also the first time in our club''s history. You''ll experience the passion of our fans and feel the excitement building in your hearts before the match, but I want to emphasize one thing: don''t get overly excited. Most of you just returned from international duty a week ago and yed a league matchst weekend. Today is going to test your stamina. I''m not asking you to run your hearts out, but rather to y smart. Adjust your pace ording to the game flow; we cannot maintain high intensity for ny minutes. Even if you do manage it, you''ll need an even longer recovery afterward, which would be detrimental for our uing matches. We want to win, but so does our opponent, and we need to use that to our advantage."


    The yers exchanged nces. Aldrich had never mentioned the Champions League during training before this match, and they had been criticized for discussing it during their training once the group stage results were in. Clearly, Aldrich didn''t want them distracted by the Champions League.


    "Boss, I have a question. We want to win, and they want to win too; how do we use that to our advantage?" Butt asked curiously.


    Aldrich responded with calm confidence, "In our group, Barcelona is the clear favorite to advance, followed by us, then PSV Eindhoven, with Dynamo Kyivst. However, we''ve never yed in the Champions League before. Despite winning the Cup Winners'' Cupst season, our reputation and influence haven''t grown enough. The champions from Eredivisie are also eager to qualify, so they''ll need to take down us and Dynamo Kyiv while at least getting a draw or a win against Barcelona. You might agree that Dynamo Kyiv feels the same way; both teams will be looking to get the upper hand on us. We need to eliminate the weaker teams in our group, and the real battle will be against Barcelona. While I don''t think this line of thinking is wrong, it does create a psychological miscalction. I believe PSV Eindhoven and Dynamo Kyiv wille at us with a winning mindset. We must seize that and y defensively first, then attack, to control our fate. You guys know how I n tactically, and you should have an idea of where I''m headed with this."


    The yers exchanged knowing smiles.


    Twenty minutes before the match began, Aldrich stepped out of the locker room and made his way to the bench.


    Walking through the tunnel at Wembley, he was suddenly struck by the electric atmosphere.


    The stands were packed, and The Lions'' fans hade in droves to fill Wembley Stadium that day.


    The members of the Lions created an impressive disy on one side of the stands, showcasing their unwavering support.


    In the stands, fans had painted a lion representing Millwall''s crest in blue, apanied by a message below.


    "Millwall, let''s make us proud!"


    There are no limits in football, and the enthusiasm that fans have for their team knows no bounds.


    The sess of Millwall FC directly impacted the lives of every Lion fan, instilling a sense of confidence and joy in local supporters in London. Even for international fans who couldn''t be there in person, watching Millwall y on TV, especially during thrilling wins, stirred their emotions and filled them with excitement.


    On the main stand side, arge banner showcasing a giant portrait was held up, passing over the sea of fans.


    The focus of the massive portrait depicted Aldrich instructing from the sidelines.


    He looked every bit like a general issuingmands, with his right hand pointing sharply, standing tall and serious.


    The stands were filled with dense signage, with various slogans cheering for the team and yers. Many posters featured pictures of star yers demonstrating their ir.


    Before anyone knew it, songs began to rise as The Lions'' anthem enveloped Wembley, resonating long and loud.


    PSV Eindhoven, from the coach to the yers, was left astounded by the atmosphere of the stadium.


    This is Britain''s greatest stadium, a ce that spreads a fan culture often imitated around the world.


    As The Lions made their mark in Europe, many fans from different countries began adopting their slogans.


    "No one likes us; we don''t care!"


    When teams from other countries face relegation or feel wronged, fan groups often raise simr slogans.


    It''s a spirit of resilience and unwavering determination.


    Aldrich extended his hand to shake with PSV head coach Dick Advocaat; they exchanged a few courteous words before parting ways.


    Returning to his position, Aldrich stood with his hands in his pockets, contemting the match.


    PSV had two star yers��Kokcu in midfield and the winger Lammers. Kokcu was the brain of their midfield, while Lammers was a vital piece of their attack.


    But more importantly, they had an excellent coach.


    Advocaat was trained under the tactical wisdom of the Dutch master, Michels, and had formed his own football philosophy. Besides leading the Nethends national team to elimination by Brazil in the World Cup three years before, he had also led PSV to victory in the Eredivisiest season, which demonstrated his coaching ability.


    Standing tall, Aldrich scrutinized the yers from both teams as they took to the field. He was eager to see if PSV could embody the essence of Dutch total football today.


    The pre-match ceremonies were still happening, with the starting yers for Millwall looking serious and ready. Live cameras panned over their faces, capturing this milestone moment.


    This wasn''t just Millwall''s first foray into the Champions League.


    It was also the Champions League debut for this group of yers!


    They held immense respect for their opponents and looked forward to the match.


    "The first round of Group C in the 1997-98 UEFA Champions League is about to begin, here at Wembley Stadium in London, wherest season''s Premier League champions, Millwall, are the home team. It''s worth noting that Wembley isn''t their home ground, as their own stadium, The Den, doesn''t meet UEFA''s standards for Champions League matches, so Millwall is borrowing Wembley for their home games. While the media spectes that Millwall''s home advantage may be affected by the venue, just look at the atmosphere in the stands today. Without a doubt, the Millwall fans have created a much more formidable home environment in this stadium that holds over eighty thousand people!"


    From an economic perspective, hosting UEFA Champions League matches at Wembley allowed Millwall to sell over seventy thousand tickets, with prices considerably higher than league matches. ying at Wembley guaranteed greater earnings; furthermore, the FA had increased rental fees, demanding a five-percentage point rise in ticket revenuepared to the previous year. Aldrich didn''t want to haggle over this, so he directly agreed to Weissman''s proposal.


    After all, Weissman was keen to silence dissenting voices internally and wanted Millwall to use Wembley unimpeded; it was reasonable to be flexible on the financials.


    "This year is definitely different fromst year. Duringst season''s Cup Winners'' Cup, Millwall was able to y at The Den without needing to borrow Wembley. However, for this year''s Champions League, if they can''t borrow Wembley and are unable to find a suitable venue that meets UEFA standards, it''s doubtful whether Millwall will be able to participate. It''s not surprising that the FA would try to cash in on this situation, but they can''t be too greedy; if Millwall rejects the offer and ends up unable to attend the Champions League, it would result in a scandal that would tarnish English football. Even if they allowed a third-ced team topete for the title, it is unlikely that UEFA and Millwall would agree to that arrangement."


    Wouldn''t it be nice to give everyone a little financial benefit and then everyone continues to be harmonious?

 Chapter 260: Hidden Fatal Strike

    <h4>Chapter 260: Hidden Fatal Strike</h4>


    The starting lineup for Millwall in this match was exactly the same as the one that faced Chelsea over the weekend.


    As the match kicked off, Millwall''s attack was steady and methodical, but itcked urgency.


    When they attacked, the ball was passed forward with precision, and yers generally didn''t stray too far from their positions. Often, before receiving the ball, they found themselves closely marked by yers from PSV Eindhoven, leading to either a immediate pass or an attempt to break through using individual skills.


    Today, PSV also lined up in a 4-3-3 formation. Their midfielders dropped back to match Millwall in the center, applying pressure on Millwall''s midfield yers. The wide yers contracted back into their half, making it difficult for Millwall''s full-backs to provide support from the nks.


    Nedved fought off Cocu and passed the ball to Trezeguet, who dropped back to collect it with his back to the opponent. Trezeguet yed a horizontal ball to the left wing, where Larsson took a touch and immediatelyunched a long-range shot.


    This shot sent chills through the PSV squad as the ball skimmed the crossbar and flew into the stands. Had it been a little lower, the goalkeeper would have been left helpless.


    Larsson was well-acquainted with PSV, having spent two years at Feyenoord. He still recognized some of the veterans in the PSV squad.


    The yers in PSV who had faced Larsson in the Eredivisie saw him in a new light. While he had performed well as a winger at Feyenoord, he was not considered a fearsome striker back then.


    Astonishingly, after moving to Ennd and working his way up from the lower leagues, Larsson transformed himself into a top goalscorer in just three years, with a European Golden Boot to prove it.


    Although PSV initially set out to solidify their defense, their approach was far from a traditional "bus" parking strategy.


    Just because all eleven yers were retreating didn''t mean they were ying defensively. As Aldrich had pointed out to the reporters, when one side sends seven or eight yers past the halfway line to join the attack, the defending side naturally has the right to bolster their defense with more yers.


    Simply having defenderspactly reorganizing in the box does not equate to a "bus" parking mentality.


    Aldrich believed that this often-criticized negative defensive tactic of parking the bus is more about the ensuing choices after a sessful defense.


    If the defending team attempts to organize their own attack, then their securing defense serves to facilitate better attacking opportunities. Even if all eleven yers are defending in the box, that cannot be faulted.


    But if they sessfully defend and then choose not to organize an attack, merely clearing the ball without any attacking yers pushing forward for opportunities, that''s what is termed as parking the bus��negative football. It clearly shows ack of attacking desire, which is tantamount to giving up the pursuit of victory; this is anti-football, purely focused on gaining points or favorable draws.


    Thus, while PSV''s yers mostly retreated into defense, as soon as they regained control of the ball, their formation opened up to press forward,unching organized and nned attacks. Although they didn''tmit many yers forward, they were simply executing routine tactics rather than parking the bus.


    PSV began their offensive phase cautiously, ensuring they didn''t take any unnecessary risks as they aimed to avoid turnovers. This, however, inadvertently slowed down their attacking rhythm, as Millwall''s defenders would actively close off potential forward passingnes.


    Whenever Millwall failed to convert their attack, they would immediately reorganize for a counter-press, allowing their forward yers to provide time for the defendersgging behind. If they couldn''t win the ball back immediately, the forwards would retreat to help secure the defense once their defensive shape was set.


    The first twenty minutes saw both teams ying cautiously, especially being the first match of the group stage��practicing caution often minimizes errors. Teams thate out too aggressively often face dire consequences in subsequent matches.


    The Champions League is a stage that tests patience and experience. The more seasoned teams have the greater chance of sess.


    As Aldrich watched for over twenty minutes, he couldn''t say he was disappointed, but he felt that PSV''s performance was simply unremarkable.


    He was eager to witness the Dutch "Total Football" style of y, which has be almost impossible in this era.


    Total Football isn''t just about having all yers involved in both attack and defense; its essence lies in the interchange of roles.


    For instance, if a defender moves forward to attack, they can fulfill a midfielder''s role, or even take on striker duties, tactically creating unexpected elements. However, the challenge lies in defense; if a defender pushes forward, who covers the space left behind? Should midfielders surge toward the opponent''s goal and be caught out by a counterattack, strikers must swiftly transition into defensive roles, covering for their teammates��a principle that applies simrly across all positions.


    The requirements ced on yers are immense. To what extent, exactly?


    The father of Total Football, Michels, famously said: "To fully realize the potential of Dutch Total Football, you need at least seven world-ss yers on your team!"


    Seven world-ss yers��this is the bare minimum!


    Without having a certain level of ability, it''s impossible to grasp or, even if one understands conceptually, to physically execute the demands of Total Football.


    Regrettably, the high demands of this tactical philosophy have rendered it unsustainable; after the glory days of Dutch football, no one has been able to carry it forward. Even the Dutch giants struggle to adopt this high-freedom tactic in which forwards can y as defenders and vice versa. The Dutch national team tried to maintain such gamey, but theck of sufficient world-ss yers to execute it meant their fluid attacking y often resulted in underwhelming oues. With a strategy granting yers such high degrees of freedom, any failure in one phase can lead to a massive copse.


    The tactical philosophy of Total Football is idealistic, yet it faces significant challenges in modern y. The original principles risk being resisted by yers: how many world-ss forwards would willingly transition into midfielders during a match?


    Nevertheless, this Total Football, heralded as the third tactical revolution in football history, still provides subsequent generations a blueprint for new strategies. By removing the idealisticponents and borrowing the practical aspects, many coaches have sought to implement its features effectively.


    Aldrich could readily acknowledge that the varied and dynamic runs and positional changes among Millwall''s yers stem from this Total Football philosophy.


    Theter "Gxy Team," Barcelona, also demonstrated traces of Total Football''s tactical essence.


    But PSVck the ability to truly embrace total football. They are just 11 people defending or attacking at the same time, and have no simrity with the real Dutch all-out total football.


    As a result, Aldrich felt let down; he hadn''t witnessed a single instance of PSV yers shifting roles in their positioning throughout the match.


    Forwards remained forwards, midfielders acted as midfielders, and defenders stuck to defense, with each fulfilling their roles and maintaining their positions ording to the game n��systematic and predictable.


    Thirty minutes had passed.


    PSV withstood the threat of Millwall''s six shots on goal, managing only two attempts of their own, havingmitted minimal resources: one midfielder and three forwards.


    As the half-hour mark approached, PSV began to invest more in their attacking efforts, introducing an additional midfielder into the forward mix!


    When Cocu attempted a through ball to break down Millwall''s wing defense for a teammate, Senden, Southgate anticipated the pass and executed a perfectly timed tackle to redirect it towards Larsson, who had dropped back.


    Larsson faced the rolling ball and made a decisive horizontal pass before quickly turning and advancing forward.


    Aldrich''s eyes suddenly sparkled with anticipation: This is it!


    The tempo of the match shifted dramatically.


    Where Millwall had been cautious and systematic, they began to explode into fast-paced, direct football on the counterattack.


    Makelele received Larsson''s pass andid it off to Nedved, who was immediately confronted by a lurking defensive midfielder. Still, Nedved deftly dished the ball to Back, who strode forward, breaking through PSV''s midfield line of defense. As Shevchenko made a decoy run inward, he drew a defender towards him, allowing Back to diagonal pass the ball swiftly to the rapidly advancing Schneider.


    The opposing full-back promptly turned to block Schneider, but the German managed to send a first-time through ball into the box. Shevchenko sprinted toward the byline, half-turning to send a low cross back to the penalty spot.


    Trezeguet surged in for the point-nk finish, dragging the PSV defender along with him. Behind them, Larsson glided into position at the penalty spot and tapped the ball gently into the.


    The ball rolled between the goalkeeper''s legs and into the goal.


    Both the goal and the goalkeeper''s "small gate" were breached simultaneously.


    Millwall took the lead!


    A thunderous cheer erupted from Wembley Stadium.


    Aldrich clenched his teeth, his eyes shut, and pumped his right fist in triumph.


    That was it!


    In the first thirty minutes, Millwall yed conservatively, adhering to tactical requirements. Firstly, they focused on solid defense to avoid being caught out by quick counterattacks. Secondly, they sought to lull their opponents into a false sense of security.


    Traditionally, Dutch teams do not fear teams with fast-paced attacks; as 4-3-3 proponents of attacking football, they engage in domestic tussles without shying away from quicker sides. There was no need for Millwall to start at an elevated pace.


    Moreover, following Aldrich''s game-day instructions, they could y off the psychological edge of their opponents wanting to win. Though Eindhoven wasn''t going all out in attack, the more yers theymitted, the harder it became to switch back to defense. If Millwall suddenly elerated the tempo, they could utilize their strength in fast breaks, moving the ball from one nk to the other, shifting the defenders'' center of gravity, and ultimately, when the moment was right, hit them back on the opposite end, catching their defensepletely unprepared!


    After the celebration wound down, Aldrich gathered Back and Nedved before him, stressing the need for unified thinking��urging them not to growcent with their newfound lead or to stray from their established strategy.


    The two midfielders nodded solemnly in agreement.


    Having gained the lead, Millwall did not pursue a quick follow-up after the restart.


    PSV, recovering from conceding, aimed to stabilize their emotions and also refrained fromunching an overwhelming counterattack, which allowed both teams to return to a more rxed rhythm.


    With arms crossed and a watchful eye, Aldrich remained alert, continuously assessing the match dynamics, particrly his yers'' performances.


    Today, Millwall''s tactical approach was straightforward. If the match turned into a stalemate, they would stick to traditional point-to-point passing, allowing forwards to interchange runs, while defenders and midfielders maintained stability.


    When PSVunched their attacks, Millwall had to be on guard. Defense was merely their foundational duty; more importantly, once they seeded defensively, they had to exploit the opportunity, swiftly ramping up the tempo to apply pressure on their opponent''s goal.


    This yed out simrly to a boxing match, where the most treacherous knock-out punch is concealed behind a flurry of probing attacks.


    Millwall''s yers are quiteparable to their opponents in individual talent, with some of them excelling even further. Given that the match was held in London, Millwall''s dominance became even more pronounced after theyted a goal.


    The first half concluded with Trezeguet''s header striking the post, leaving the teams to head to the locker rooms.

 Chapter 261: Crucial First Match

    <h4>Chapter 261: Crucial First Match</h4>


    As the second half kicked off, Aldrich remained vignt despite his team''s lead. Standing on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets and a serious expression, he continued to encourage his yers.


    With only a goal behind, PSV was determined to chase the game; they had plenty of time.


    After the match resumed, PSV elerated their counter-attacks following defensive ys. However, this led to a decrease in their pass sess rate, particrly for prating through balls.


    Zambrotta received resounding cheers after sessfully intercepting two direct passes from the opposing team down the left nk. While he might not match Capdev''s attacking capabilities, his defensive prowess was undeniably impressive.


    Seeing the opposing defense tighten, Advocaat furrowed his brow. PSV''s strongest winger, Zenden, waspletely neutralized today, contributing nothing to the attack. Cocu was also tightly marked by Makelele, and though Millwall''s yers might not be household names, they were proving their worth on the pitch.


    Schneider and Back were only called up to the national team for friendlies and sat on the bench, while Makelele had no chances at all with the French national team, and Zambrotta couldn''t even secure a spot, ying for lower-tier national squads instead. Yet, this group of yers hade together and formed a formidable force.


    As the game approached the seventy-minute mark, Advocaat could no longer remain seated. If they were going to lose, they would score zero points. If it came down to head-to-head rankings, drawing or scoring a goal would be better than losing 1-0.


    Under the coach''s live adjustments, PSV began tomit more resources to their attack, rotating midfielders to push forward and switching roles during transitions.


    Aldrich saw a glimpse of the total football philosophy that Dutch football is renowned for.


    The center forward drifted to the wing, wingers cut inside to pressurize the goal, a defensive midfielder pushed forward to be an attacking midfielder, and during counter-attacks, the central midfielder would retreat to serve as the defensive anchor...


    The short-range coordination between yers was certainly there, and executing such dazzling positional exchanges wasn''t difficult for a Dutch team.


    Millwall was no stranger to this, as they had practiced it in training.


    In response to PSV''s deceptive threat following positional changes, Millwall stood firm like a mountain, unyielding against the gusts of wind from every direction.


    Just as PSVunched another attack that was thwarted by Southgate outside the penalty area, Millwall initiated a ruthless counter.


    During this defensive moment, aside from Trezeguet lurking near midfield, the rest of the yerspacted back into their half. After sessfully defending, Southgate directly passed the ball to the left winger, Larsson.


    Larsson took the ball and yed a horizontal pass to Nedved, then began to make a forward run to draw the attention of PSV''s left-back.


    Nedved, without stopping the ball, yed a direct pass down the left nk. It appeared the ball was too far ahead; neither Larsson nor the opposing left-back would reach it, yet just as it was about to cross the sideline, the explosive Zambrotta nudged the ball forward and sprinted ahead.


    This simple pass caught PSV''s defense off guard, and what began as a direct ball turned into a damaging counterattack thatpletely tore through their line.


    Zambrotta surged down the left nk, seemingly headed straight for the goal without any intention of cutting inside, driving the ball toward the baseline.


    As the PSV defenders retreated, the distance between them and Millwall''s two forwards widened. Although Trezeguet was the highest stationed forward during the counterattack, he drew the center-back''s attention and faced pressure while pushing forward. However, he did slow down the defenders'' momentum, allowing Larsson and Shevchenko to gallop like unbridled horses into the opposing penalty area.


    With a distance of about forty yards from the goal, Zambrotta had already gained a two-meter lead over the entire PSV backline. When he reached the thirty-yard mark, the crowd rose in anticipation, fully focused on this attack.


    Millwall, including Zambrotta, had three yers rushing toward the opponent''s goal��all unmarked!


    This scene was even more exhrating than a one-on-one shot.


    From the penalty area''s edge, Zambrotta delivered a powerful grounded cross.


    Larsson, leaping at the near post, aimed to poke the ball into the but was a second toote; he had hesitated momentarily, worrying about offside, as he was quicker without the ball than Zambrotta carrying it.


    A collective sigh erupted from the crowd, but before it fully faded, the ball Larsson missed rolled directly to Shevchenko, positioned further away. The timing and pace were perfectly set as the cross arrived.


    The Ukrainian dynamo wasted no time and chose to shoot directly. To ensure uracy, he opted for a curved shot with his instep.


    Even using his instep, the ball shot off at great speed, rivaling the power of a strike taken from a stationary position, rocketing into the, while the PSV goalkeeper was drawn in by Larsson''s attempt to volley, leaving no interference for Shevchenko''s strike.


    "2-0! Millwall leads by two! Shevchenko, Shevchenko, Shevchenko! The Ukrainian scores his first Champions League goal, and this counterattackpletely dismantles the opponent. The audience must be thrilled; simple, efficient, and deadly��Dutch football excels at speed, but today they met a faster opponent. The attack took barely around ten seconds from start to finish. Millwall has shown extraordinary performance today, quick when necessary and slowing when needed, giving PSV no clear chance, dominating the match!"


    After Shevchenko scored, he stood smiling, looking as youthful and shy as he ever did. Had this match been in the Lion''s Den, he would celebrate wildly, but with over eighty thousand eyes on him, he felt a little bashful.


    Larsson was the first to rush to Shevchenko after getting up from the ground, congratting him on his goal, aware that he would have regretted missing that chance at the near post.


    The crowd of Lions'' fans cheered, feeling secure in the two-goal lead.


    With a two-goal cushion, winning seemed assured.


    This wouldy down an excellent foundation for advancing from the group stage.


    While Aldrich was excited, he quickly motioned for the yers to calm down. With twenty minutes left, including stoppage time, they couldn''t afford to let their guard down and give the opposition a chance toe back.


    This game was too important!


    The oue would directly impact the next five matches; Aldrich needed to secure this victory.


    In the event that the Champions League expanded to 32 teams in the group stages, theoretically, securing just 12 points would guarantee advancement. But over thest fifteen years of expansion, only Napoli had ever exited a group stage after umting 12 points.


    Under the current group qualification rules, could 12 points still guarantee advancement? The question loomedrge!


    This meant securing four wins was still not enough for advancement.


    If Millwall lost or only drew this match, the pressure would only grow, forcing them to push harder for qualification and leading opponents to adapt more strategically.


    Conversely, Millwall winning their first match would put the other teams in the group on the backfoot��advantageous for Millwall in terms of both tactics and mentality moving forward.


    Seeing his team concede a second goal, Advocaat felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.


    PSV had no opportunities at all! Millwall''sposed control over the game was chilling!


    The yers on the pitch were frustrated, understanding that to advance from the group, every point counted. There was still time left, and a two-goal deficit wasn''t inexorable!


    After the match resumed, PSV kept attacking, and their intensity increased. There were moments when Millwall was forced topress their shape in their own half. Even when Millwall initiated counter-attacks, PSV intercepted ferociously and precisely, regaining possession.


    Aldrich felt anxious on the sidelines as he watched. The yers were too calm, bordering on rigid; during a counterattack, they needed to make a few passes to break through the opponent''s defense.


    Aldrich continually gestured from the sidelines, urging the yers to look further while passing.


    Once the yers realized, PSV was on the attack again. Zenden cut inside from the left and, after creating an angle,unched a shot that was blocked by Elga''s body, the ball bouncing to Back. He took a touch sideways before sending a seemingly routine clearance into opposition territory.


    The crowd erupted in cheers as they watched the ballnd perfectly.


    Shevchenko outpaced the entire PSV backline. The PSV defenders had been tightly marked, trying to cut off Millwall''s counter.


    However, this time, Back yed a ball behind the defenders instead, ditching the passing sequence. Shevchenko disregarded his marker, using his speed to surge toward goal!


    The PSV goalkeeper rushed out, and Shevchenko, in order to evade him, pushed the ball wide. However, the heavy touch nearly took him beyond the baseline. The keeper, having lost his bnce, frantically pursued.


    As Shevchenko reached the ball, he was almost at the baseline with little angle to shoot, so he crossed the ball toward the goal.


    Larson arrived at this time. Under pressure from the defender, he dropped to the ground to make a tackle, sending himself and the ball into the.


    "Larsson scores again! Millwall absolutely dominates their opponent! They are headed for their first-ever Champions League victory, with PSV unable to respond. They shouldn''t have allowed that much space behind them, but without stacking their front lines, their tight three-line structure led to no meaningful attacking opportunities��undeniably highlighting the disparity in strength between the two teams!"


    After getting up from inside the goal, Larsson jogged over to find Shevchenko, grinning widely and pointing at him.


    Aldrich sighed with relief.


    Exactly! In such scenarios, a straightforward approach solves the problem; no need for finesse.


    He feared that these yers might forget Millwall''s explosive counter-attacking style, the one built from scratch.


    That so-called "Millwall Athletic Team" sprinting offense had worked wonders under the right circumstances.


    They were faster than the defenders, and even after thirty meters, they could still take a breath before passing��who could argue with that? Challenge them to outrun them!


    Aldrich chuckled to himself, realizing that the previous season, Millwall had primarily yed one-dimensional build-up y; opponents in their second Premier League season mostly didn''t provide them with more than thirty meters of sprinting space. Perhaps the yers had forgotten: As long as there was open space upfront, attacks could be straightforward and brutal��a long ball, the striker outpacing the defenders and scoring, leading to Millwall celebrating a goal.


    Advocaat quietly returned to his coaching seat amid the roaring cheers at Wembley.


    PSV had suffered aplete defeat in this match.

 Chapter 262: The Aftermath of Victory

    <h4>Chapter 262: The Aftermath of Victory</h4>


    With six or seven minutes left in the match, the oue seemed sealed for Eindhoven, and The Lions fans had already begun to sing in celebration.


    The yers from Eindhoven looked disheartened, starting to slow down the pace of the game.


    The Millwall yers also entertained the thought of "let''s just let it end."


    But Aldrich was on the sideline, shouting at the slowing yers, "Who told you to slow down?! The game isn''t finished yet! If you don''t want to y, just walk off the field!"


    The yers instantly perked up, thinking, wow, the boss is really not showing mercy now!


    Suddenly, the Millwall yers abandoned their formation and charged at the Eindhoven yers like beasts, surprising the entire team with their aggressive pressing.


    Trezeguet took control of the ball in the box, pivoted to shake off the defender, and was about to unleash a shot, but he was ferociously brought down by the opposing defender. Before he could even call for a penalty, Nedv��d surged in and sted the ball into the right in front of him.


    Millwall 4, Eindhoven 0!


    The match had entered stoppage time.


    Eindhoven yers stood with their hands on their hips, ring angrily at their opponents.


    Damn it, you guys are being too ruthless��are you trying to humiliate us?!


    You scored three goals, we stopped attacking, but you''re still struggling to score? Even if ten goals are scored, it means nothing. It''s nothing more than three points. Oh shit! !


    Losing by three goals was eptable for Eindhoven, they could say they were outyed; but the fourth goal felt like bullying.


    Once the game was over, Aldrich made his way to shake hands with Advocat, but Advocat just kept a straight face and walked off to the yers'' tunnel. Clearly, Advocat believed that Aldrich had been incredibly disrespectful.


    It was clear you had the win locked down, and both teams were just rxing, trying to let the clock run out while keeping it ssy. I lost the game, but I didn''t expect to be stripped of my dignity. Then you had to go and score thatst goal to humiliate us, making it look like we had no fight left at all.


    That young coach is really infuriating!


    The fans in the stands were thrilled, reluctant to leave even after the match. The yers from both sides exchanged jerseys and Millwall yers remained on the field expressing their gratitude to the fans, forming a line to wave and salute each section of the stands.


    Aldrich joined in, chatting with each yer to praise their performance and encourage them to keep pushing forward.


    "Boss, thatst goal seemed to piss off the other team," Schneider whispered to Aldrich.


    Aldrich put his arm around Schneider''s shoulder and leaned in to say, "It''s good that they''re mad. By the time we face them in the Nethends again, they''ll want revenge, and I want them to be fired up."


    Hearing this, Schneider felt a sense of relief and smiled, choosing not to say anything more.


    As they acknowledged the fans, Millwall''s mascot, Leo, a lively blue cartoon lion, came running over to cause some mischief.


    He clung to Aldrich''s shoulder, not letting go, while patting Aldrich''s chest as if showcasing how amazing Aldrich was to the fans.


    "Alright, alright, let me go. I need to get to the post-match press conference," Aldrich said, nearly wrestling with the little lion, who seemed to be in high spirits today, attempting to pull him into a dance.


    "Ronaldinho, is that you again?"


    Aldrich suppressed the urge to punch "Leo" down and asked grumpily.


    Sure enough, the mascot''s hands pushed up the lion''s head, and before Aldrich could see his whole face, he confirmed it was Ronaldinho.


    There''s just no hiding that big goofy grin!


    "Hey, boss, it''s definitely me."


    Aldrich frowned, "Aren''t you supposed to be in the stands watching the match today?"


    He remembered Nagy asking for tickets and saw Ronaldinho''s name on the VIP list when he checked the roster at the club.


    Ronaldinhoughed heartily, "I gave my ticket to Joe Cole; I can watch for free anyway. I was sitting right beside the field all along."


    Aldrich was at a loss for words.


    In fact, many young yers could watch matches for free; the ball boys at Millwall were all from the youth academy.


    Leaving Ronaldinho with the yers to enjoy the apuse and cheers from the fans, Aldrich turned and walked away to join the post-match press conference.


    When Aldrich arrived, the packed press room was filled with reporters eagerly raising their hands to ask questions.


    He had a sip of water before calmly addressing all the queries.


    Regarding the performances of the Millwall yers, Aldrich simply glossed over with a few casual remarks, stating it was a normal disy, and the yers should perform at that level.


    As for Eindhoven, Aldrich had plenty of praise to offer, speaking in depth about them. He remarked that, being the previous season''s champions of the Eredivisie, Eindhoven wascking a bit of luck and didn''t showcase their full potential ying away. He was confident they would perform at their true level next time they faced off.


    The following day, The Times covered the match with the title: Unquestionable Dominance!


    Fleet Street was united in agreeing that Millwall''s historic Champions League debut wasn''t so much breathtaking as it was shrewd.


    Besides statistically dominating the match, Eindhoven failed to create a single threatening shot, while out of their eight attempts, only four hit the target �� all from very desperate situations. Such shots would require extraordinary performance to breach the, and Butt''s performance was solid as he faced little testing. The four shots on target were easily handled by him.


    Millwall''s passing sess rate in defense and midfield reached an astonishing 100%!


    Columnist David Miller noted, "If Millwall wanted to control the scoreline after taking the lead, they could have easily kept the ball away from the opposition until the final whistle. But that''s not Millwall''s football philosophy. Eindhoven tried to seize the initiative several times during the game but to no avail. When they intensified their pressure, Millwall exploited the defensive gaps left behind, making Eindhoven �� thest season''s champions of Eredivisie �� their test subject. This match demonstrated that Millwall''s football can not only dominate Ennd but also be verypetitive on the European stage. If Millwall can continue to defeat champions from mainstream leagues, it would convincingly show that their football philosophy is the most advanced."


    After finishing the Champions League midweek, Aldrich was set to lead his team to a London derby at White Hart Lane on the weekend.


    Key yers would be rotated, and Aldrich didn''t believe that Tottenham was currently a strong team.


    Last season, Millwall''s glory among London''s teams was undeniable, but the summer transfer window felt somewhatckluster, with fans of Chelsea, Arsenal, and Tottenham mocking them multiple times: small teams will always be small teams; just because they have money doesn''t mean they know how to spend it; they only know how to pick up scraps elsewhere.


    However, at the start of the new season, fans of Arsenal and Chelsea were thoroughly silenced.


    One by 5-0, and another by 7-0.


    Was the King of London simply resting on itsurels?


    Meanwhile, Tottenham fans had long since quieted down; they were too busy with their own issues. This summer, Tottenham had purchased stars like Gin and Ferdinand, yet after six rounds of matches, they found themselves near the bottom of the table with just two wins, one draw, and three losses.


    Particrly in thest round, they were thrashed 5-0 away by Leicester City,pletely copsing.


    From the perspective of points and form, Tottenham could hardly be called a strong team; the new signings struggled to mesh with the existing teammates, resulting in a disjointed bunch.


    Aldrich was feeling a bit of a headache before the league match when he faced reporters asking about Luca Toni.


    "After scoring three goals with head and foot against Tottenham in thest round, Toni is now the top scorer in the Premier League. The loan agreement between Millwall and Leicester Citysts only for half a season, right? Will Millwall consider recalling him in the winter to give him a chance in the second half? He obviously scores more than Trezeguet and has a more prominent role in the attack."


    Aldrich nced at which paper had the audacity to ask this question.


    The Guardian


    After clearing his throat, Aldrich answered coolly, "Trezeguet has been outstanding. I''ve had different evaluations of him in each game this new season, all on an eptable level. Goals can''t reflect all of his contributions to the team. Toni has been performing admirably recently, and I''m d for him. As for what happens next season, let''s see after winter."


    In reality, before this match, Martin O''Neill had already called Aldrich, saying, "Sell me Toni!"


    Aldrich had made up his mind about Toni''s future back in the summer; he definitely didn''t see a future for him at Millwall.


    This thought would not waver simply because Toni was excelling at Leicester City.


    The reason is simple: aside from the goalkeeper, if Aldrich has nine average yers and one Toni, the entire team''s tactics will revolve around Toni. Simrly, if he only has a Larsson or a Shevchenko, the other yers will naturally serve this clearly more talented individual.


    The issue is that, at Millwall, there are very few yers within the squad whose abilities are inferior to Toni''s.


    Tactically, it''s impossible to make him the focal point. Even if he were to remain, he would certainly not perform as well as he could on other teams.


    Not selling him in the summer was an attempt to gamble on whether Toni would appreciate in value.


    Undoubtedly, had he sold Toni three months ago, he wouldn''t have fetched more than ��1.5 million. Now, after his excellent performance at Leicester City, where he''s highly valued by Martin O''Neill, it''s hard to say that he wouldn''t end up as the league''s top scorer. If he maintains steady performance throughout the season, hitting double digits in goals seems quite achievable. Consequently, his transfer value would double, perhaps even more.


    After all, Toni is still a Millwall yer, and Aldrich can''t make a definitive statement in front of the media; he can only give vague responses to fend off reporters.


    With this annoyance in mind, Aldrich sent most of his reserves to take on Tottenham.


    But he never expected that a team known for its morous football would set up a defensive formation against Millwall.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, his expression cold as ice. He even considered rushing over to the opposite bench to confront Francis: "What the hell are you doing? Last week, you attacked Leicester City without a care! Although it ended poorly, you must''ve seen how we annihted Chelseast round! Are you not afraid? Not afraid? And yet you choose a defensive strategy?"


    Francis felt he couldn''t exin himself. The neers at Tottenham were all quality yers, yet they just couldn''t gel together. Ironically, Gin and Ferdinand were part of the well-oiled Newcastle United front pair, so why had theye to White Hart Lane and fallen apart?


    In the previous matches, their offensive performance was a mess��losing to Manchester United at home, then to Middlesbrough away. After two straight defeats, they struggled to secure two back-to-back wins, narrowly beating Derby County and scraping together a 3-2 victory against Aston Vi at home, only to finish with a goalless draw in the North London derby against Arsenal. It had seemed the team had finally ovee the initial transition of the season, but to their dismay, they were thoroughly thrashed 5-0 by Leicester City in thest round!


    Damn it!


    If they couldn''t attack, then they needed to defend to avoid conceding. If they really pushed forward, wouldn''t Millwall just cut through them like a knife through butter?


    So, go defensive. As long as they didn''t end up losing 0-7 or 0-5, they could still save face in London.

 Chapter 263: Frustration at White Hart Lane

    <h4>Chapter 263: Frustration at White Hart Lane</h4>


    The eagerly anticipated sh between Tottenham Hotspur and Millwall in the seventh round of the Premier League left everyone feeling frustrated.


    This London derby didn''t just miss the excitement; it was devoid of any spark.


    Aldrich truly felt miscalcted.


    He chooses to send out a recement team, only to find that they are now forced to breach a heavily fortified fortress!


    After half an hour, Tottenham''s attacks were nothing more than individual efforts, with no signs of the overwhelming advantage they normally disyed. Aldrich suddenly realized: the opponent had no idea I was going with a bench team.


    Francis probably didn''t dare to gamble on what lineup Millwall would field, assuming they woulde out strong, especially for a London derby on the road.


    Yet Aldrich boldly sent out his reserves.


    Fans in the stands were equally frustrated.


    Tottenham supporters felt humiliated.


    "Damn it, Francis! They''re just a bunch of twenty-something kids! You''re parking the bus at home? How shameless can you be? Don''t let Tottenham lose face too!"


    Home fans voiced their displeasure with boos directed at their manager.


    Francis maintained a facade of calm, looking as if he was unfazed by the chaos.


    Perhaps he was thinking: If we lose to this bunch of youngsters, I''d really have no face left!


    Millwall''s fans, riding high on their midweek victory over PSV Eindhoven, came to White Hart Lane expecting a thrilling battle.


    Haven''t Tottenham fans always felt superior?


    They believe that Tottenham Hotspur''s football style is the most beautiful in Ennd. Although we at Millwall may not win the most beautiful title, we definitely y the most passionate football. As neighbors, we deserve to fight the good fight on the court.


    There''s hardly any animosity between Millwall and Tottenham; at most, Tottenham might belittle Millwall''s financial struggles, while Millwall retaliates with a bit of disdain for the rich. Generally speaking, the fans are quite amicable.


    But after thirty minutes into the game, the Millwall supporters were hoarse from shouting and finally couldn''t resist tossing sarcastic remarks at Tottenham fans.


    "Tottenham, will you stop being turtles?!"


    Tottenham fans were in tears, humiliated by the locals!


    When the second half started, most of the Millwall fans were close to crying too. "For God''s sake, please be aggressive! You''ve built a wall around the goal that even a mosquito couldn''t get through. Is this how you y? You''re charging us half again for ticketspared to Millwall. Have some pride!"


    Tottenham''s yers weren''t exhausted today; they were just in pain. Aside from forward Ferdinand, whose shirt still looked new, everyone else had retreated into the box, either working hard defensively or ready to make sacrificial blocks.


    Aldrich was nearly pulling his hair out on the sideline.


    Today''s attackprised Duff, Van Nistelrooy, and Gronkjaer, but Van Nistelrooy was losing himself in the congestion. The king of the small box wasn''t quite ready for the throne, and by the looks of it, he was probably dizzy, not knowing where the goal was. When he looked up, there were bodies everywhere; looking down, all he saw were feet. Who knows which direction was which?


    Duff and Gronkjaercked the finesse to break through the packed defense. Gronkjaer needed space, and Duff still needed to refine his technical skills.


    Aldrich happily envisioned before the game that based on Tottenham''s tactics against Leicester City, Millwall wouldn''t need to rely on Tony like Martin O''Neill did. With our speedy wingers, as soon as Tottenham attacks, Millwall canunch a swift counterattack, which would be like cruising down a clear road.


    Tottenham Hotspur''s defense against Millwall today is defense, and sessful defense means clearance. The back row yers all turned into spectators: "Les, it''s up to you! One of their defenders is your nephew, why not let him be our undercover? Give him half of the bonus, go home with your family, and y !"


    Ferdinand was initially active at the start of the first half, fighting for the ball, but soon resorted to strolling to avoid being toyed with by his foes.


    The midfield trio today consisted of Nedv��d, the returning Lampard, and Gattuso. The 25-year-old, steel-like Czech was a model of professionalism, with stamina to spare and natural talent to back it up, so he was fit enough to endure the match.


    But to rely solely on Nedv��d to carry these youngsters meant they disyed plenty of spirit, yet their coordinationcked threat.


    It wasn''t their fault. Tottenham, desperate, was closing in around the box, and with a group of industrious yers running around, Nedv��d''s efforts were thwarted, but he still sought opportunities tomunicate and strategize with Duff, Gronkjaer, Van Nistelrooy, and Lampard.


    Aldrich could no longer sit idly. He headed to the sideline to call over Materazzi.


    Materazzi, spotless except for when Ferdinand made an early attempt that he easily negated, spent most of his time supporting in midfield or chasing down clearances.


    "Marco, go up front. y forward."


    Materazzi had anticipated this when Aldrich called for him and wasted no time in eagerly sprinting to the front line.


    Aldrich gestured to the yers, rifying how they should proceed.


    Gronkjaer would push inward for long-range shots, while Mills would move up to cross from the wings. The same on the other side, with Duff moving in while Neil would push forward.


    This shifted Millwall''s formation to almost a 1-1-4-4.


    The defense now relied solely on Rio Ferdinand.


    In front of him, Gattuso held down the midfield.


    From left to right in midfield were Neil, Nedv��d, Lampard, and Mills.


    Upfront, it was Duff, Van Nistelrooy, Materazzi, and Gronkjaer.


    Though this was how they positioned themselves to attack, upon defending, the midfielders would swiftly drop back.


    Aldrich shot a lingering nce at the unmoving Francis next door: "Come on, Francis, I''ve done all I could; be a man and go on the offense!"


    At least on the surface, Millwall was granting their opponent ample space to attack.


    This was a risk, but Aldrich had no other option. If he didn''t give his attacking yers more room, they wouldn''t be able to make ys. Some of his yers were young, and not quite ready physically, and if they were confined to a small space, their technical advantages would vanish, let alone their speed. They may want to sprint, but where would they go? Into the stands?


    Commentators Martin Tyler and Andy Gray were just as frustrated, feeling that the ny minutes felt like torture.


    It was a repetitive cycle: Millwall attacking, Tottenham clearing, Millwall shooting from distance, and Spurs blocking...


    After Millwall took their twelfth long-range shot of the match and it was deflected by a defender, Tyler nearly wanted to smash his microphone!


    He thought it was impossible to continuementating.


    If they were radiomentators without a broadcast feed, eight out of ten sentences they''d utter would be about Millwall attacking, passing, prating, crossing, shooting��it felt like an infinite loop.


    Listening to suchmentary made it seem like they were narrating Millwall''s shooting practice...


    The entire crowd at White Hart Lane appeared numb, wearing expressions of disbelief.


    Interestingly, Aldrich had be the most active figure aside from the yers on the field, continuously adjusting formations.


    Mills'' crosses were subpar, and even though Gronkjaer''s weren''t outstanding either, at least he was better than Mills, so Aldrich swapped their positions.


    On the other side, Duff had no room in the box; whenever he received the ball, he couldn''t even make a touch, often falling in agony from physical confrontations.


    So, Aldrich opted to send in the tougher Neil into the box, while Duff would use his golden left foot to deliver crosses from outside.


    This resulted in a bizarre sight on Millwall''s attacking front.


    "If we weren''t watching the development of this game, viewers might think that Millwall''s yers had all been drinking today. Materazzi, Neil, and Mills, three starting defenders, found themselves at the front fighting for headers, taking on the roles of forwards."


    "Hall was at his wit''s end. On his bench today, there was only one forward, Van der Meyde. The young Dutchman was unlikely to make an impact in such a situation; why not let the defenders use their bodies within the box to create space? Perhaps they could eke out a miracle."


    "A miracle... I think today''s match is already miraculous enough."


    With direct pration blocked and no space for solo breakthroughs, even giving Aldrich a Maradona wouldn''t provide him the formations necessary to break through Ennd''s defensive lines!


    With more than 15 shots from distance, Millwall was on track to break their own record for both total shot attempts and shots that missed the target.


    As the match entered the final five minutes, Aldrich decided to take a chance and pointed to Rio Ferdinand, signaling him to push forward.


    Initially, spectators had recognized Ferdinand''s presence and predicted that this match would surely be entertaining.


    As Les Ferdinand''s nephew, the two not only yed together but also matched up against one another, creating a story to be told for ages.


    But as the match neared its end, everyone shook their heads, musing silently: "This is just ridiculous!"


    The two yers could leisurely sit down for a hand of cards with Millwall goalkeeper Keller.


    Competitive?


    More like a contest to see whose shirt stayed cleaner.


    As Ferdinand rushed forward, Gattuso fell back into defense, leaving Millwall wondering what formation they actually had.


    One-four-five, or maybe a 1... definitely a retro setup.


    Surprisingly, as Ferdinand surged forward, Millwall began to seize the upper hand.


    With more height in the box, the threats from crosses increased dramatically.


    A flurry of crosses rmed Tottenham''s defense, forcing them to scramble for clearances. Nedv��d, positioned keenly outside the box, denied Spurs any chance for a counterattack.


    When the second minute of stoppage time rolled around, Lampard drifted to the wing and delivered a high-quality diagonal pass into the box.


    Aldrich, witnessing that cross from the sidelines, had an inkling it would find a good spot, and lo and behold, three towering Millwall yers were in pursuit.


    Ferdinand, Materazzi, Neil.


    What a sight! If someone had just turned on their TV, they''d think it was a set piece!


    Materazzi overpowered the Tottenham defender to get to the ball, striking a splendid header.


    Aldrich''s anticipation filled him with joy as he watched the ball sail towards the.


    But within a second, that joy plummeted him into despair.


    Bang!


    The ball struck the underside of the crossbar, then bounced onto the ground, only to be snagged by the goalkeeper.


    Aldrich fell to his knees.


    He truly knelt down.


    He buried his face in his hands, struggling to mask the profound disappointment.


    When the referee''s final whistle echoed through White Hart Lane, boos erupted like thunder!


    Aldrich gathered his feelings and, deciding against shaking hands with Francis, made a beeline for the yers'' tunnel.


    After conducting post-match interviews, he led his team away from this ce of anguish.


    During the interviews, without waiting for questions, Aldrich solemnly stated, "Congrattions to Tottenham on their victory."


    The BBC reporter was taken aback, left speechless.


    He quickly turned to a nearby colleague: "What was the score?"


    "0:0."


    "Are you sure?"


    "The whole world is sure!"


    It was then the journalist turned back to catch Aldrich, but he had already stepped away, prompting the reporter to hurriedly follow and exim, "Mr. Hall, you''ve made a mistake. The match just ended in a draw."


    Aldrich turned back, irritated, and said, "That''s right, a draw. For Tottenham, that''s a victory. To them, there are two oues in football: losing equals failure, while a draw is a victory. Winning? What does that even mean?"


    With that, Aldrich turned away, eager to leave White Hart Lane without another second''s dy.


    The BBC reporter chuckled, quickly addressing the camera: "At the Tottenham''s home ground, the defending champions faced their fourth dropped points in the new season through a draw, marking their third tie. Although Hall appeared quite discontent, Millwall''s performance today deserves respect; perhaps, as Hall noted, Tottenham is now quite out of touch with the concept of winning��losing isn''t scary, but losing the will to win is."

 Chapter 264: The Resilience of Millwall

    <h4>Chapter 264: The Resilience of Millwall</h4>


    It wasn''t just Aldrich who was feeling down; both teams in the match today were equally frustrated. Oh, the Tottenham yers felt utterly deted, sneaking out of the stadium post-match while avoiding the cameras,pletely bypassing interviews.


    Only the uncle-nephew duo, Rio and Les Ferdinand, seemed to have fought valiantly. After the match, they walked off with their arms around each other, formally exchanging jerseys.


    Rio faced no real challenge today, and Les had every reason to hold his head high as he left the pitch.


    True, he had spent most of the game strolling around, but that was by the coach''s design. His teammates hardly offered him any chances, and their attempts to clear the ball from the back were utterly aimless. Les wanted to seize the moment, but he was left wanting.


    The Millwall yers trudged off the field, their frustration palpable. In the yers'' tunnel, as they faced the cameras, most of them were too despondent to say much. However, the local young talent, Lampard, was cornered by a reporter who insisted on hearing his thoughts about the game.


    Lampard had been rather unfortunate this new season. After scoring in the Community Shield, he was injured by Keane, and upon his return more than a monthter, he found himself in a grueling battle. Though he was active throughout the match, making repeated attempts from distance, none of his shots found the target; they were either blocked by the opposition or sent soaring into the stands.


    "I don''t know what the Tottenham yers are thinking, nor how they understand the sport of football. I don''t want to face them again; it feels pointless. If we were in a knockout round, and if they gave us injury time, we would certainly win. They have no chance. This is White Hart Lane, and as the home team, Tottenham didn''t register a single shot on goal throughout the match. I can''t believe this is the same club where I watched Lineker and Gascoigne y together. Back then, Tottenham yed attractive football; now? Do they even deserve to be in the Premier League?"


    Other Millwall yers echoed simr frustrations,menting their opponents''ck of ambition to win.


    Aldrich came back to the club withoutying me on his yers for their performance. They demonstrated a clear hunger to win and an undeniable fighting spirit. The ultimate reason for their inability to clinch the game stemmed from ack of tangible strength. This, in turn, shed light on a core problem: the depth of the Millwall squad. In strictly tactical terms, Millwall essentially possesses only 1.5 quality lineups. Discounting the third-choice goalkeeper, there are about seven or eight active yers. Deploying them in matches mainly serves to boost their development, umte needed experience, and help them grasp the strategies they''ve practiced in training. Furthermore, age corresponds to physical ability. Given the Premier League''s focus on physical confrontations, if they can''t utilize their technical strengths and teamwork, Millwall''s bench might struggle significantly against several teams. It demands time to develop and refine, and only through daily practice and strengthening can results emerge.


    The next day, Fleet Street ignited intense debates throughout English football regarding the final oue of the match.


    To put it nicely: Tottenham fought hard to draw against the defending champions.


    But with most of Millwall''s substitutes on the field, Tottenham was dominated for 90 minutes and couldn''t manage a single shot - a statistic that spoke volumes.


    Tottenham legend, Lineker, retired just three years ago, criticized the team''sgging performance, stating that Tottenham yed worse than rubbish...


    Various pundits joined the fray, leading to a heated discourse against the "bus parking" tactic.


    Clubs pursued the reality of seeking better results in every game due to consequences on the league table, while fans,mentators, and media onlookers craved entertaining attacking football.


    Some even raised cries of "English football is on the brink of death."


    However, rational voices emerged, analyzing the situation deeply.


    For instance, Liverpool legend n Hansen wrote a column titled: The Difference Between Parking the Bus and Counter-Attacking.


    His subtitle read: The defending champions trail Leicester City by three points.


    Hansen reviewed the first seven matches of Leicester City this season under Martin O''Neill, offering memorable insights. Although O''Neill''s tactics were also conservative, they were definitely not about parking the bus; they were quite pragmatic.


    This season, Leicester not only managed a draw against Millwall but also won at home against Aston Vi and Tottenham, defeated Liverpool at Anfield, and drew with Manchester United and Arsenal at home. In thetest round, theyfortably triumphed over Leeds United at End Road.


    After seven matches, Leicester boasted four wins and three draws, maintaining an unbeaten record, simr to Manchester United''s five wins and two draws.


    In terms of oues, O''Neill''s side had drawn three matches against recognized strong teams as the underdogs, a small upset since for a team like Leicester, a draw is quite significant when facing top-tier opponents.


    Yet against squads like Tottenham and Liverpool, they continued to fight fiercely for all three points, especially that unexpected victory at Anfield, which was even moremendable.


    n Hansen deemed O''Neill''s tactical approach reasonable, stating there was nothing wrong with the weaker side adopting a defensive posture. But fundamentally, they aimed for victory from that defensive strategy. Had it not been for Arsenal''ste equalizer, Leicester''s list of top teams they stifled would have added the Gunners'' name to the tally too.


    In conclusion, Hansen asserted that this season''s lucrative Premier League broadcasting contracts and the expanded Champions League directly encouraged all Premier League teams to approach matches with less pure intent.


    Previously, only champions could enter the Champions League, and once the points gap widened, only one or two teams would rally to chase after it, which propelled them to emphasize winning through attacking y.


    Now, however, even the second-ced teams could enter the Champions League. This heightenedpetition among the top clubs turned cautious, especially in shes between giants, as there was concern over losing "six-point battles" that would create distance in the table.


    Mid- to lower-tier teams may have no chance for Europeanpetition, but the allure of remaining in the Premier League was too immense,pelling them to fight fiercely for every point. Staying in the Premier League guaranteed over six million pounds in broadcast fees each season, more than doubling what it had been in previous seasons. In light of this, a single point against a strong team wasn''t just a draw; it could make the difference in the relegation battle at season''s end.


    Aldrich paid little mind to the external discussions. Although many praised Millwall, what use was that?!


    Would it earn Millwall more points?


    Millwall had be the target in the Premier League, inadvertently benefiting Manchester United. United was not in the eye of the storm; remaining unbeaten after seven rounds, they had opened up a five-point gap over Millwall, and even Leicester City had three more points than them.


    This had brought Tony''s situation back into the spotlight, with some suggesting that if Millwall had Tony in the lineup for tough matches, Aldrich wouldn''t have to field a defender as a striker.


    Aldrich felt irritated and chose not to engage with those opportunistic reporters who relished stirring the pot.


    Millwall''s schedule for 38 league matches wasn''t all about tough fixtures. Managers like Wenger and Daglish had pride; asking them to park the bus? What a joke! Ferguson was even less likely to resort to such tactics. Other teams, whether they did park the bus or not, often couldn''t match Millwall''s strength or simply didn''t want to. Losing was merely part of the game; no need to make the team look utterly defeated.


    At the heart of the matter is the depth of Millwall''s squad. If Duff, Gronkjaer , Ruud van Nistelrooy and Lampard are all in the best form of their careers, we can definitely beat Tottenham away from home.


    Before the second round of the Champions League kicked off, Millwall had three league matches and one League Cup game ahead.


    The club was collectively simmering with anger as they prepared to face promoted side Barnsley.


    Aldrich called upon all his rested first-team yers for the weekend.


    This newly promoted team also tried to Parking the bus, hoping to snag an easy win against the defending champions, but they overestimated their own capabilities.


    Even with everyone retreating to defend, Millwall took amanding three-goal lead by halftime.


    Nedved scored a hat-trick with his head and feet by the end of the first half.


    On the sidelines, Aldrich paced back and forth, mumbling to himself.


    Sure, Barnsley had Parking the bus, but they didn''t possess Liverpool''s or Tottenham''s yer depth. They alsocked the tacticalmand of O''Neill from Leicester.


    Structurally, it appeared they had a solid wall of defense, withyers of defenders, midfielders, and a forward forming increasingly secure barriers from front to back.


    Yet their defenders only understood marking; their focus was solely on their opposing forwards. Millwall''s front threebined their movement, passing, and supporting runs to provide Nedved with the opportunities he needed, leaving Barnsley''s bus shattered.


    In the second half, Aldrich substituted Nedved with Back to maintain the pressure.


    With three goals down, Barnsley attempted to counterattack, which allowed Millwall''s y to flourish even more. Under Aldrich''s guidance, they scored another three goals in the second half: two penalty kicks from Larsson and one from Trezeguet in open y.


    Millwall thoroughly dismantled the newly promoted side.


    Next, they faced Everton, but that too ended in a draw. Millwall''s yers seemed to have been confused by the sessive tactics of parking the bus, believing that every opponent would adopt the same strategy. They were caught off guard at home when Evertonunched a surprise attack and hit two quick goals. Nevertheless, Millwall managed toe back in a tough battle.


    Aldrich wasn''t disheartened. Even with the first-choice yers on the field, there was no guarantee of victory in every match; such is the nature of football.


    Additionally, while Everton have struggled, they did invest heavily in quality yers before Joe Royal left the club. The team''s poor performance is a management problem, not ack of hard power. For a team that scored two away goals but failed to seal the victory, it is no wonder that it needs to start the road to relegation almost every year.


    In early October, Millwall traveled to Southampton. After their tense survival against Tottenhamst season, Southampton adopted a free-spirited tactical approach this season. They seemed to believe that to survive in the Premier League, they had to y fiercely and openly; the more aggressive they were, the better their chances. This had helped them avoid an early relegation crisis in the new season.


    In a thrilling attacking battle, Millwall emerged victorious with a 4-1 win over Southampton.


    Following the match against Tottenham, Millwall recorded two wins and one draw in their next three Premier League encounters. Concurrently, league leaders Manchester United managed only one win, one draw, and one loss in their three matches. This reduced the points gap between the two teams to just two points, giving Aldrich a slight sigh of relief. At least they kept pace with Manchester United and avoided falling into a position of being a trailing underdog so early in the season.


    Millwall''s draw in the League Cup looked fairly promising as well, with their first match against Lincoln City and the second at home against Notts County.


    Given that the second round of the Champions League would feature an absolute battle ahead, Aldrich opted to use the League Cup as an opportunity to train the younger yers.


    He was no longer concerned about domestic cuppetitions. Millwall had several young talents in need of development, and the first-team yers prioritized the league and Champions League. Domestic cups could be left for the young ones to take on; if they made a run to the finals, Aldrich would consider fielding his main yers for a chance at the trophy.


    Though Notts County yed conservatively away from home, they still dared tounch attacks, providing an opportunity to develop Millwall''s younger yers.


    Managing a reserve match proved more taxing than overseeing the main squad. Aldrich continuously reminded the younger yers from the sidelines to keep moving and adapt their tactics based on the opponent''s strategy. Eventually, thanks to Duff''s brace and Van Nistelrooy''s goal, Millwall triumphed at home with a 3-0 victory over Notts County, advancing to the next round.

 Chapter 265: a tough battle

    <h4>Chapter 265: a tough battle</h4>


    The biting cold greeted Aldrich as he stepped off the small ne that had flown in from London to Kyiv. The first to exit the cabin, Aldrich was sharply dressed in a suit, but after just a few steps, he turned back. Momentster, he had traded his suit for a warm coat.


    Behind him, a group of coaching staff d in their own warm jackets took the opportunity to tease Aldrich, who had insisted on dressing with style for the trip. However, faced with Ukraine''s chilly winds, he quickly realized that warmth was far more practical.


    Millwall was set to take on the Ukrainian powerhouse Dynamo Kyiv in the second round of the UEFA Champions League group stage. Before their expedition, Aldrich had emphasized the importance of this match, indicating that it would be a tough battle even before the kickoff.


    As October rolled in, temperatures in Ukraine began to plummet, with nighttime lows nearing zero degrees Celsius. Although it was only five or six degrees colder than in the UK, the difference between ten degrees and five degrees felt significant.


    The team had embarked on a long journey; unlikest season''s trips to France or the Nethends, which took under three hours, this trip to Ukraine had consumed nearly ten hours in total. Short flights allowed yers to bounce back quickly, but long hauls were exhausting both physically and mentally, making fatigue all the more pronounced, especially considering the time spent traveling outside the ne.


    From setting off early in the morning to arriving at the hotel in Kiev in the evening, Millwall only did one thing during these 12 hours: traveling from London to Kiev.


    They had none of the upper hand when it came to time, location, or team chemistry. As visitors, they had to take on Dynamo Kyiv without any advantages.


    This led Aldrich to conclude that it would indeed be a challenging match ahead.


    After checking into the hotel, the first-team yers went to bed early to ensure they could get a good rest. Millwall provided each yer with their own room to maximize recovery, allowing them to rx in any way they liked��whether it was listening to calming music, reading a book, or calling their families��without being disturbed by their teammates.


    The coaching staff, on the other hand, shared rooms.


    Before bed, Aldrich yed cards with two assistant coaches in his room. A little gambling helped pass the time while they entertained themselves in a foreignnd.


    "I really feel for Barcelona," Benitez remarked suddenly while raising the stakes. It was clear that his long tenure at Real Madrid stirred up some emotions whenever Barcelona was brought up.


    Jansen, responding lightly, said, "This schedule ys right into our hands. We''re ying Kyiv in October, while Barcelona will have toe here in freezing December. The temperature difference will be over fifteen degrees. They really are in for a tough time."


    Aldrich took a sip of water and replied mildly, "Even discounting external factors, Dynamo Kyiv has enough quality to beat Barcelona. The shocking result in the first round of group matches proved that."


    In their group, Millwall''s 4-0 victory over PSV Eindhoven probably didn''t surprise many observers. An English Premier League champion beating the Dutch league champion was expected given the investment and squad depth of both teams. The margin may have seemedrge, but many considered a two-goal difference more typical.


    However, a monumental upset unfolded in the other match of the group, as Barcelona was soundly defeated 3-0 at home by the Ukrainian champions Dynamo Kyiv.


    Suddenly, all eyes were on this Eastern European club, which recently saw a new head coache on board, or you could say, an old coach return for the third time.


    Aldrich propped his chin on his hand in thought when a knock at the door broke him from his reverie. He called out, "Come in," and saw Nagy enter with a worried expression.


    Aldrich immediately asked, "What''s the update?"


    Nagy shook his head. "Alonso and Pedretti are under the doctor''s care. They won''t be able to y tomorrow, but thankfully it''s just a regr cold, not the flu. Otherwise, that would have been a real issue."


    Aldrich sighed. "Maybe we should just call off tomorrow''s match. The youth team only brought 16 yers, and two absences might lead to more problems. Who knows? Someone else might wake up sick tomorrow."


    Nagy thought it over and said, "Let''s decide in the morning. If only two yers are missing, the game will go on. If more can''t y, then we''ll have to cancel. It would be a shame otherwise."


    "It''s fine, don''t stress about it. It''s just a chance for experience," Aldrich replied.


    Because of their involvement in the Champions League, Millwall''s youth team had three opportunities this season topete abroad in friendly matches while the first team was on European duty. However, none of the teams approached toe to London wanted to take on the youth squad, as it would mean additional costs and disrupt their ns. Aldrich was fine with challenging them on their turf instead.


    When the challenge was initiated, it became impossible for those teams to decline, as it involved matters of prestige.


    When Millwall had well-known stars in the first team, the youth yers were often dubbed their prot��g��.


    For instance, Xabi Alonso had gained a reputation for his exceptional ymaking skills, earning himself the nickname "the next Pirlo." Pedretti, showing shades of the French legend Makelele, was known as "Little Makelele." Their talents propelled them over older teammates to earn spots in the youth team''s traveling roster, allowing them to gain valuable experience early on.


    After finishing their card game, the coaches retired for sleep.


    The next morning, the yers rose and reported about their conditions, especially regarding their health. No one was allowed to hide any signs of difort.


    This was something the yers took very seriously; they knew that being healthy was crucial for their performance. Aldrich, taking a hands-on approach, had spent considerable efforts and time helping Neil recover from a serious injury, which hadn''t gone unnoticed by the team.


    Upon hearing that the youth squad hadn''t added any new yers to the sick list, Aldrich took a breath of relief; the game against Dynamo Kyiv''s youth team would proceed as scheduled.


    To most people, a cold might seem trivial, often resolving on its own without medication.


    However, for a football yer, even a cold could present significant issues. It could lead to respiratory illnesses during intense physical activity, making them more vulnerable to injuries from even minor missteps.


    As history would show in the future, when Chiellini remarked, "I wish Krasic would catch the flu," it sounded like a joke to ordinary people. Yet, it was one of the most malicious curses in football.


    In the afternoon at the stadium where Dynamo Kyiv''s youth team yed, Aldrich chose not to attend the friendly match against Millwall''s youth squad. After the game, Nagy reported back with the score: 4-2.


    Millwall''s youth team had lost by two goals.


    Aldrich shrugged it off.


    What should have been a low-profile match attracted keen attention from European media.


    At the pre-match press conference for the Champions League, Aldrich sat calmly.


    Reporters from various countries were eager to see how the battle between the top two teams in the group would unfold.


    "Winning one round of group matches doesn''t guarantee anything for Millwall; we haven''t qualified yet, and other teams haven''t been eliminated either. So now our standing means nothing. Perhaps it will only be after the fourth or fifth round that we''ll know who advances and who exits," Aldrich stated withposure, not wishing to attract unnecessary attention and thus make his team a target.


    As such, he praised Dynamo Kyiv highly at the conference.


    "This is a team that has participated in the Champions League for many years, though sometimes they faced unfortunate circumstances that kept them from the final stages. This year, they''ve quickly adapted to Europeanpetition, eliminating both the Welsh champion and the Danish champion in the yoff rounds. It''s clear that Dynamo Kyiv has been methodically working towards this stage, and with legendary coach Lobanovsky returning this summer, they''re a strong side. Their victory over Barcelona at the Camp Nou was not a fluke, whereas Millwall has only yed one Champions League match. Despite winning, I don''t believe we possess the same European pedigree as Dynamo Kyiv. I won''t allow my yers to underestimate this ce; if they do, we will certainly leave here with disappointment and defeat."


    When discussing the match-up ahead, Aldrich stressed the importance of taking Dynamo Kyiv seriously. An English media reporter posed a hypothetical that elicited ridicule from fellow journalists across Europe.


    "What if Dynamo Kyiv adopts a heavily defensive counter-attacking strategy at home? Does Millwall still have a chance?"


    Those were the exact words of the English journalist.


    Many European reporters shook their heads in disbelief.


    Aldrich merely smiled, saying, "Teams at the Champions League level have their own distinctive styles and have to give their all in every match due to the fiercelypetitive nature of the tournament. I just said Dynamo Kyiv is strong, and Millwall isn''t favored to win, so the question I must ask myself is whether Millwall should adopt a more conservative approach."


    English journalists felt a bit indignant; they believed that representing Ennd in Europe meant they should carry the weight of a champion and confidently pursue victory.


    Other journalists from across Europe nodded their heads in agreement.


    This young manager appeared to have his wits about him. Regardless of how seriously he took Dynamo Kyiv inside, he articted himself well at the press conference.


    In the arena of the Champions League, what was Millwall exactly?


    If they thought that winning the European Cup Winners'' Cupst season made them untouchable, they would only be revealing their ignorance.


    How many true powerhouses had they actually faced?


    European reporters were aware that Millwall had struggled against the defensive "Parking the bus" tactics in the Premier League, but they still held onto the impression that English football was inferior and brutish, leading them to dismiss it as a simple case of the English teams being bewildered by the more sophisticated European styles.


    Meanwhile, the English journalists felt the disdainful gazes of their peers and seethed internally.


    They firmly believed that excluding the weather factor, even in an away game, Dynamo Kyiv would not hold the upper hand over Millwall.


    With this backdrop, the second round of the Champions League group stage was about tomence, and eyes were glued on the Premier League champions Millwall as they prepared to face Dynamo Kyiv, ready for a fierce showdown.

 Chapter 266: Showdown with legends

    <h4>Chapter 266: Showdown with legends</h4>


    Fans who admire Shevchenko do sorgely because of the impact he made in Italy, where his brilliance lit up the pitch, creating countless unforgettable moments for supporters. For Aldrich, even if he wasn''t a fan of Shevchenko in a past life, one particr image stayed etched in his memory for a long time.


    In that image, Shevchenko stood in a sleek ck coat, holding the European Ballon d''Or next to a statue. His calm demeanor was striking��especially if you knew the story behind that moment.


    The statue honored his mentor, the legendary coach Lobanovskyi, who had guided Shevchenko throughout his career.


    Historically, Lobanovskyi was the architect behind Ukraine''s three Ballon d''Or winners: Blokhin, Bnov, and Shevchenko. The only other coach to achieve such a feat was another legend, Michels, who mentored Cruyff, Gullit, and van Basten.


    Frustratingly, Lobanovskyi passed away before Shevchenko could im his Ballon d''Or, and Aldrich felt a pang of cruelty in knowing he had robbed the great coach of witnessing his prot��g��''s sess.


    Every moment of glory for Dynamo Kyiv seemed intertwined with Lobanovskyi''s legacy, especially during his third stint with the club, which began in the summer of ''97. Aldrich had been proactive, securing Shevchenko two years prior.


    In this regard, Aldrich acknowledged his own ruthlessness, but he had no regrets. He believed Shevchenko was superior to his contemporaries and more famous. For both Millwall and Shevchenko, it was a win-win situation. While Dynamo Kyiv might have regretted selling him, they had taken Millwall''s offer willingly. This was simply a matter of choice.


    With respect, Aldrich approached the home team''s bench. Lobanovskyi was known for his wisdom. Despite his declining health, he could still be seen directing his yers from the sidelines, just as he always had.


    Today, he was there, and Aldrich stepped forward to greet him, bowing slightly and offering a simple but sincere acknowledgment in English.


    Lobanovskyi was taken aback by the humility shown by this young coach from Ennd. He had read about him and had a vague impression of the brash young man depicted in the media.


    The cocky, reckless persona that the media portrayed didn''t mesh with the respectful young man standing before him.


    Especially after thest game, where Aldrich had driven his team to attack relentlessly even when they were three goals up, showcasing his aggressive approach.


    Lobanovskyi had the wisdom that came with age. At his stage in life, there was no need to sh with a younger generation over bravado. Instead, he appearedposed and shrewd. However, conversing with Aldrich was easy.


    In his own way, Aldrich expressed his respect.


    "Let''s have a good match!"


    Lobanovskyi responded with a smile, acknowledging Millwall as a formidable team. Aldrich''s tone was encouraging, as if he was motivating a younger peer.


    As Aldrich turned to leave, he shook his head slightly.


    He understood his own strengths.


    If he hadn''t seized control of his opportunities early on, how could he have prospered?


    Unlike other coaches, whose sesses were built on undeniable prowess, Aldrich didn''t dare presume that he could measure up to them, let alone stand alongside a legend like Lobanovskyi.


    Of course, once on the field, it was a different story. In the heat ofpetition, those feelings of reverence for the legend would be set aside.


    As the Champions League anthem echoed through the stadium, yers from both teams took their positions, standing tall in anticipation of the match.


    "The 1997/98 UEFA Champions League group stage match kicks off! Today at Dynamo Kyiv''s home ground, they face Millwall, currently sitting at the top of the group. Both teams are level on points with three each, but Dynamo has one less goal difference. This match is crucial; if there is a winner today, they will gain an edge in the race for advancement."


    Aldrich watched the starting lineup closely. He had previously discussed the group stage situation with the yers but now wanted them to focus solely on winning each match, forgetting about the points table.


    Thest thing he wanted was for yers to overthink how many games were left or how the situation might unfold.


    Overthinking leads to creating an escape route, which is both unwise and counterproductive��unless the team is in a position of clear disadvantage. Then, it might be pragmatic to set achievable goals while closely calcting each point gained.


    But Millwall feared no other teams in the group. The head coach was unafraid, and the yers needed to carry that mentality��believing they could ovee their opponents and push through to secure a spot in the knockout rounds.


    Today, Millwall fielded an unusual formation: 4-3-2-1.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defense: Schneider, El, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Back, Mak��l��l��, Lampard.


    Attacking Midfielders: Larsson, Nedv��d.


    Forward: Shevchenko.


    The English reporters in attendance, along with the Lions fans, couldn''t help but feel a sense of disbelief at this lineup��was Aldrich truly intimidated by Dynamo Kyiv?


    In reality, as the visiting team, a cautious approach was reasonable. Taking into ount the opponent''s strengths and the weather conditions, Aldrich believed this Christmas tree formation was the best choice.


    Speaking of the Christmas tree formation, perhaps it''s best known for Andrea Ancelotti''s fondness for it in the 2000s.


    However, in contemporary Europe, this formation was hardly revolutionary. No one found it particrly novel.


    Capello had found sess with it in Italy, and when he took over Real Madridst season, hergely adopted the same structure. He often transitioned between 4-3-2-1 and 4-3-1-2 to keep pressure on the star-studded Barcelona, leading them to clinch La Liga by two points.


    In this match, because of the weather conditions, with Dynamo Kyiv enjoying home advantage, their yers were certain to be more livelypared to Millwall. It wasn''t that Millwall''s yers couldn''t handle the six or seven-degree weather; transitioning from a warmer climate to a colder one would make anyone feel somewhat ufortable, triggering their self-protective instincts, especially in unfamiliar conditions and surroundings.


    For this reason, Millwall''s usual 4-3-3 setup was too risky and aggressive. Even a 4-2-3-1 formation didn''t seem safe, since if their attackers struggled to keep up with the opposition''s pace, their defense could easily be breached.


    That''s why Aldrich opted for three defensive midfielders, with both Back and Lampard being dynamic yers who worked hard and were effective in winning back possession. Their intent was to fortify the defense, providingprehensive coverage in the back half, opting for stability first and foremost.


    Larsson ying as an attacking midfielder was more of a decoy; he was effectively a secondary striker, capable of both passing and finishing. For the lone striker position, Aldrich chose Shevchenko, clearly the better fit for this matchpared to Trezeguet.


    On the other side, although Dynamo Kyiv featured yers who weren''t mainstream stars in Europe, under Lobanovskyi''s stewardship, they began to shine considerably, especially the following season when they matured into a dominant force. Historically, had they not let Bayerne back to equalize after leading 3-1 in the semi-finals, they could very well have imed a treble.


    Today, their opponents were set in a 4-5-1 formation.


    Goalkeeper: Shovkovskyi.


    Defense: Luzhny, Gryshko, Vashchuk, Kdze.


    Midfield: Haskovich, Husin, Kaddash, Kosovskiy, Belkovich.


    Forward: Rebrov.


    Among the starters, two yers would garner significant fame in the future: Kdze, who moved to AC Mn, and Rebrov, who was initially considered for a striking partnership with Shevchenko but ultimately failed to transition into a world-ss forward in the English Premier League.


    Most of the yers in this lineup weren''t very well-known since they hadn''t ventured to mainstream European leagues, apart from Rebrov and Kdze; only Luzhny had yed in one of the five major leagues but failed to replicate the same level of prowess at Arsenal and Wolves as he had shown at Dynamo Kyiv. Strangely, two of the yers hadn''t gone westward but had been briefly active in Asia, ying in China.


    Why did Aldrich respect Lobanovskyi?


    It wasn''t due to some idolizing of a famous figure.


    It was because, even without Shevchenko, Lobanovskyi managed to make his team perform admirably, even if it fell slightly short of historical heights. For instance, they couldn''t score that fourth goal against Barcelona at the Camp Nou, and although Rebrov appeared to be performing better historically, under Lobanovskyi, Belkovich��an attacking midfielder��was transformed into a more well-rounded threat. He could create as well as score, exploiting gaps in opponents'' defenses, With Rebrov''s support, Belkovich could make swift runs from the back, capitalizing on scoring opportunities with ease. In the match at Camp Nou, Belkovich scored a stunning goal.


    Thus, Aldrich reasoned that if anyone else had taken over, they surely wouldn''t have matched Lobanovskyi''s aplishments. Transforming a defensive midfielder into an excellent winger in just a few months, like Kosovskiy, demonstrated Lobanovskyi''s remarkable coaching skills. Aldrich would need weeks of research and contemtion to consider such changes himself, fearing that he might jeopardize a yer''s career.


    As the match time approached, the teams spread out, and only a few hundred Lions fans appeared in the stands to cheer for the team.


    The journey was too far, and since it was a midweek match, it would take fans with jobs at least two days off toe support; the round trip would exceed twenty hours, not to mention the dys before and after the journey.


    Seeing several hundred fans in the stands was enough to move Aldrich.


    Yet, the Lions fans were taken aback.


    Among the Dynamo Kyiv supporters were a group of fans with bare chests, arms wide open, energetically chanting for their team.


    The Lions fans were left wondering, "Aren''t they cold?"


    Crazy fans exist all around the world, and if Kyiv''s supporters knew what the Lions fans were thinking, they would surely dismiss it with a scoff, saying, "Cold? You don''t know the half of it! Just wait until youe in December��you''ll see what cold really is."

 Chapter 267: Forget About the Championship Identity

    <h4>Chapter 267: Forget About the Championship Identity</h4>


    From the very first minute of the match, Aldrich felt a knot in his stomach. It wasn''t that Dynamo Kyiv were ying exceptionally well; they were probably just performing at their usual level.


    However, Millwall had barely any yers who were functioning normally.


    Right from the kick-off, Zambrotta slipped while defending on the wing. Had it not been for Lampard sprinting back just in time to clear the ball from Haskovic''s feet, Haskovic might have elerated and broken through Millwall''s entire defense. In the box, Rebrov was in position, just waiting for a decisive pass from a teammate.


    After a corner kick by Dynamo Kyiv, Millwall''s two main defenders seemed sluggish, moving noticeably slower than usual. Schneider, positioned at the back post, was about to head the ball away, but he was outmuscled by an opponent who leapt higher to attempt a header.


    "It''s Karaze''s header! Butt saves it! He held the ball securely in his arms��that was a world-ss save!"


    In his usual style, Butt would have controlled the ball and counterattacked, but now he exhibited a more mature demeanor as a goalkeeper. Sensing his teammates'' struggles on the field, he hugged the ball tight, slowing the game down to give his teammates a moment to catch their breath and regainposure.


    Witnessing this, Aldrich''s expression turned serious as he signaled for his forwards to retreat. The two defensive midfielders and strikers adjusted their positioning,pressing the space across the lines to bolster protection in critical areas.


    The Millwall yers took their warm-up seriously, but once it ended, the biting cold quickly left them feeling stiff, as if they had power but couldn''t tap into it.


    This reaction ispletely typical. When ordinary people face strenuous physical activity in cold conditions, they instinctively control their movements and pace as their bodies try to protect themselves. The yers are not used to this climate and it feels like winter, which makes it difficult for them to match the speed of their opponents. They also dare not make too big moves, which limits the yers'' overall performance.


    To make matters worse, the inability to showcase their skills left the yers feeling a bit anxious at the start of the match. They sensed an urgency, as if the opponents had some kind of advantage while they were weighed down by an invisible restraint.


    Aldrich gave on-field instructions, knowing it wasn''t realistic to engage the yers in long discussions about adjusting their mentality during the match. However, the head coach could direct them to adjust through their game behaviors.


    "Let''s tighten up the formation, pass more, even if it means ying it back. First, let''s ensure we don''t concede, and while we''re passing, keep moving."


    In this tedious process of running and passing, Millwall managed to maintain possession for over twenty minutes at one point, dominating with more than 80% possession!


    However, that 80% possession didn''t trante into any real advantage in the match dynamics.


    The deeper effect was that during those twenty minutes of passing, Millwall''s yers began to warm up physically, stabilized their mentality, and regained their confidence.


    This possession was not about threatening the opponents but about self-adjustment.


    Dynamo Kyiv dared not press forward fully. Therefore, when Millwall passed the ball back and forth in their own half, seemingly aimlessly, the Dynamo yers were confused. They probably thought Millwall was aiming to waste time in their own half and leave Ukraine with a draw.


    Dynamo''s fans were not pleased. Jeers erupted from the stands, filled with mocking remarks.


    "What champions of the Premier League are these?"


    "You''re afraid to make it past half?"


    "This isst season''s top European team? My son''s school team ys better than them."


    "Pass, pass, you bunch of turtles!"


    The Lions'' fans looked worried.


    What was happening to the team?


    Starting with a conservative formation and ying cautiously��were they truly intimidated by the Ukrainian powerhouse?


    It wasn''t until the twenty-sixth minute that Millwall finally crafted a threatening attack.


    Schneider moved up the wing to join the offensive y, while Back positioned himself upfront, and Nedved dropped back to provide support. The trio executed a series of quick passes in the midfield, allowing Schneider to break past Kosovoski''s defense.


    Yet, Schneider couldn''t seem to exploit his usual speed advantage today. He felt as if the Ukrainian defenders were all outrunning him. Typically, he wouldn''t be highlighted for his pace, but given space, once he decided to explode, there were very few who could keep up with him. After passing Kosovoski, he still struggled to create distance, so he was forced to y the ball sideways to Nedved.


    Without stopping the ball, Nedved delivered a perfect through pass right between the defense of Karaze and Vashchuk, slicing through their lines.


    At that moment, Shevchenko, who had settled into the game quickly, made a diagonal run into the gap, retrieving the ball near the byline. As Dynamo''s defense pressed toward him, Shevchenko sent it back to the top of the box.


    Larsson, who had advanced, emerged from a tight situation between Husin and Kaddash, striking the ball fiercely!


    It was a glorious chance, butst season''s top scorer ended up sting it over the goal.


    ying in this unfamiliar weather and field conditions, Larsson couldn''t find his normal rhythm either��even in poor form in the Premier League, that shot should still have been on target.


    Aldrich pped from the sidelines, encouraging his yers and urging them not to be disheartened.


    Janzen, having observed this attack, approached Aldrich and whispered, "Why don''t we let the yers keep ying like that? It''s working like magic."


    Aldrich shook his head, saying, "No, that''s not our style. If we win by ying like that, they''ll incorporate it as a tactical option, and I don''t want that. Plus, that tactic might not break through a top team''s defense."


    Janzen thought it over and decided not to press further, returning to his seat.


    Millwall''s sudden offensive surge after maintaining possession for an extended period resembled Guardi''s Barcelona, where patience and passing lead to quality opportunities.


    However, this had significantly varied effects on the morale and mindset of both teams.


    Being active kept Millwall''s yers engaged, forcing their thoughts to quicken, while Dynamo Kyiv''s midfielders, after failing to regain the ball once, then twice, then thrice, began to lose theirposure, leading to defensivepses, with teammates maintaining greater distances due to frantic pressure. Their defenders fell into a "hypnotized" state.


    Watching the ball being passed around, from left to right and back again, the Dynamo yers slowly lost their fighting spirit as fatigue set in.


    In such a scenario, if Millwall suddenlyunched a forward prating attack, the Dynamo yers would be susceptible to exploitation due to the increased tempo.


    Nedved''s earlier through ball was a prime example��if the game had remained at a high pace, Karaze and Vashchuk wouldn''t have let the ball roll between them, let alone allow Shevchenko to slip in, as Gromkov would have been at least two stepste. By the time they reacted, their defensive gaps were evident, and in panic, they rushed towards Shevchenko, leaving Larsson trailing unmarked.


    But such an offensive strategy was built on a foundation of twenty or thirty passes. Aldrich didn''t believe this was a tactic they could widely apply or one that The Lions could adopt.


    Simply relying on possession pressure wasn''t sufficient to solve the problem.


    The glory of the Dream Team Barcelona was significantly tied to one yer who could consistently break through any defender in a one-meter range��Messi. When they couldn''t create threats through passing, it was often Messi who stepped up to resolve those situations. Conversely, when Barcelona lost critical matches, the main issue wasn''t their ability to pass or maintain possession; it was whether or not Messi was in top form. When Barcelona lost, Messi bore the brunt of criticism, which seemed odd since he was the offensive core but not the tactical nucleus. Due to the overwhelming sess of that tactic with the Spanish national team, external voices didn''t question their strategy but rather targeted Messi for his role in the failure.


    Currently, Millwallcked a peak version of Messi or anyone who could match his dribbling prowess. Larsson was the offensive core since he had the highest chance to score from threatening passes, but he didn''t possess the ability to take on an entire defense by himself. Aldrich couldn''t afford to let his team employ a possession-oriented tactic; meeting a world-ss defense would leave The Lions struggling to find the.


    Lobanovskyi rose from his seat, issuing directives to his yers.


    "Step up the intensity in midfield; we can''t let Millwall control the ballfortably."


    With the warning from their previous defensive scare, Dynamo Kyiv''s yers became more vignt and aggressive in their pressing. More adapted to the day''s conditions, their performance improved markedly, leading to fierce duels in the midfield.


    Both teams were losing possession rapidly. Nedved, after linking up with Back, tried to pass but was intercepted by Husin, who instantly yed it through to the wing for Kosovoski.


    Kosovoski, switching from a defensive role to a winger, made a sudden stop and cut inside, leaving Schneider in pursuit.


    Today was unusual��facing top wingers like Figo, McManaman, and Giggs, he could keep up with their pace while defending. Yet, an unfamiliar yer like Kosovoski effortlessly maneuvered past him. His awareness kept pace, but his body was just a beat too slow.


    Realizing that Belkovich was closely tracking him, and Rebrov hadn''t found the right space to exploit, Kosovoski opted to keep the ball. As he took a step forward, Makelele challenged swiftly, forcing him to shift the ball towards the wing, but Schneider edged him out, resulting in a failed attack.


    Aldrich nodded subtly from the sidelines��this was a sessful team defense.


    Millwall''s three defensive midfielders effectivelypensated for the decline in individual performances.


    As for Millwall''s attack strategy, it wouldrgely depend on Dynamo Kyiv''s approach.


    If they intended to solve the game with minimal manpower, as they had against Barcelona, Millwall wouldn''t grant them that opportunity. Millwall could lower their stance, set aside their Premier League champion status, and be more conservative.


    If Dynamo Kyiv aimed for victory on home turf, they would have tomit more yers to the attack.


    In that case, speeding up the transitions and capitalizing on their opponents'' weaknesses was where Millwall excelled.


    Football is riddled with risks and opportunities, both in attack and defense, with advantages and disadvantages intertwined.


    The dull first half came to an end. It could be divided into two segments: Millwall "dominated" possession in the first twenty minutes, while thest twenty-five minutes saw both teams exhausting themselves in a battle for the ball. The only significant opportunities for either side were Karaze''s header and Larsson''s misced shot.

 Chapter 268: Counterattack of the Counterattack

    <h4>Chapter 268: Counterattack of the Counterattack</h4>


    In the away team''s locker room, the Millwall yers rested as the masseurs came by to help them rx their muscles, asking how they felt physically.


    Aldrich lingered outside the restroom, smoking a cigarette.


    He didn''t need to go into the locker room to know that the yers were exhausted.


    Even though this first half wasn''t the longest they had run or the most intense 45 minutes they had yed, it was certainly their most tiring half; besides the physical fatigue from the long journey, the psychological pressure had also noticeably drained their energy.


    The situation was worse than he had anticipated.


    With the desire to avoid losing, their tactical approach couldn''t be too reckless.


    Although Millwall employed a formation with three defensive midfielders to control the center and patiently create opportunities, they failed to apply effective sustained pressure. This led to fierce struggles in the midfield toward the end of the first half.


    After finishing his cigarette, Aldrich had an inkling of what to do. He walked back into the locker room, and the yers unanimously looked up at him, the quiet locker room filled with their anticipation.


    All the yers understood that if Millwall yed their usual attacking football, they would inevitably be disjointed and be destroyed by counterattacks from their opponents.


    In such circumstances, Millwall had sessfully limited their opponent''s chances in the first half, but to win, they needed to remain determined; the second half would be the crucial tipping point!


    Aldridge pped his hands and said: "Okay, I won''t be verbose. We need to make some adjustments in the second half. Everyone remember my words: When attacking in positional warfare, be simple. Don''t hesitate to try any chance of the ball, but This is not the point. The key is to contain their counterattack when they switch from defense to attack. If we can resolve their counterattack immediately, then in the subsequent attack, we can use the space left by their high position to attack directly. , we have to fight back against their counterattack!"


    Strike back against their counterattacks?


    The yers understood what he meant and nodded in agreement.


    In their season opener against Arsenal, several goals hade from simr tactics that had broken through the opponent''s defense.


    When Arsenal turned from defense to attack against Millwall, during those few seconds, a mistake from the opponent or a sessful defense from Millwall allowed them to swiftly initiate a secondary attack that directly took down Arsenal.


    Unlike that previous match, in this London derby, Millwall would not only look to capitalize on the opponent''s counterattack mistakes but would also employ a strong offensive force to keep pressure on their opponent''s nerves. The moment they made a mistake, Millwall would pounce on the opportunity.


    But today, Millwall failed to apply continuous pressure; a sustained effort required supreme fitness and precise interceptions from the midfield and defense.


    The yers'' energy was limited today, and they needed to use it wisely to maximize their effectiveness.


    Aldrich began to assign tasks on the tactical board while reminding the defenders of potential changes they might encounter in the second half.


    Kyiv Dynamo would certainly make some adjustments.


    Aldrich didn''t believe that Lobanovskyi would be satisfied with just a draw at home.


    The biggest advantage of Eastern European teams is their home-field edge. Kyiv Dynamo had failed to qualify for the Champions League in the past two years due to poor away performances, but at home, they often attacked fiercely.


    When the second half began, the atmosphere shifted dramatically on the field. The cautious styles seen in the first half disappeared, reced by a more aggressive intent to attack.


    Larsson received the ball in the attacking midfield area, evaded Husi�� with a sideways move but couldn''t get past the second defender. He passed the ball to Nedv��d, who outmaneuvered Kadash and took a long shot before Luzhny could close in, sending the ball wildly off target.


    Kyiv Dynamounched a quick attack, Kosovskiy received the ball on the left side near the halfway line and cut into the middle. After taking a couple of steps, he passed to the left, where Kdze made a run up the line. However, just as he took a step with the ball, Schneider cleanly dispossessed him, sending the ball out for a throw-in.


    Kdze quickly threw the ball to Rebrov, who had made a wide retreat to receive it. This surprised the Millwall defenders, and after a chest stop, Rebrov lifted a ball into the box. Belkovich, positioned outside the box, surprisingly attempted a header, which, whilecking power, startled Southgate and Elgerra. Defenders hate when the forward they''re marking suddenly disappears, reced by an unknown yer charging toward the goal.


    Both teams were starting to y in a way that defied logic.


    Larsson attempted three times to control the ball just outside the box before unleashing a long shot. Nedv��d carried the ball, seemingly ready to charge directly toward the goal, but repeatedly found his path blocked by Vashchuk at thest moment.


    Kyiv Dynamo was being even more audacious, sending spectacr long-range shots from 40 yards out.


    Butt managed to deflect Rebrov''s thunderous strike, and Belkovich surged into the box to follow up for a rebound. Southgate dove in to clear the danger, and after getting up, he exchanged a few words with Butt, hoping the keeper could direct the ball out rather than back into the penalty area.


    Butt felt frustrated; Rebrov''s shot was unpredictable, and he couldn''t control where it wouldnd. Goalkeepers always feared erratic long shots like that.


    Time ticked by, and both teams battled back and forth, appearing eager to rely solely on individual ability to decide the oue.


    Shevchenko, up front, had almost vanished from sight, consistently running to create chances for his teammates.


    For twenty-five minutes into the second half, The Lions had yet to find a single chance��nothing.


    Kyiv Dynamo didn''t seek to y quickly, even in their counterattacks after defending, they would stabilize and press forward slowly. This made it impossible for Millwall to find opportunities to strike back against their counterattacks.


    After the seventy-minute mark, the pace of the match began to quicken, faster and faster. Kyiv Dynamo couldn''t contain themselves; seeking victory at home was their goal, and as the game progressed, the situation became increasingly unfavorable for them.


    Shevchenko was dispossessed while attempting to advance with the ball, and Hroshovka quickly passed the ball to Kdze on the left side. Kdze moved forward, and just as Back was closing in to block him on the wing, he passed the ball to the center, where Belkovich was waiting. Unfortunately, Belkovich was stripped of the ball by Mak��l��l�� from behind. He stumbled and fell, appealing for a foul, but the referee ignored him.


    In that moment, Mak��l��l�� passed the ball to Back, who had started making a forward run.


    Back brushed past Kdze, leaving the left side of Kyiv Dynamopletely unguarded!


    This was the opportunity Millwall had been waiting for, and the forward yers understood they could no longer rely solely on individual efforts. They needed to work together as a well-oiled machine.


    Back advanced with the ball, sensing that Kdze was closing in behind him. He deftly nudged the ball forward, while Larsson made an eager run to the side to support him, attracting Kadash and Vashchuk''s attention.


    Upon receiving the ball, Larsson sent a precise pass behind Kyiv Dynamo''s defensive line. Shevchenko, attuned to the team''s rhythm, made his run just as nned. Once he received the ball, he turned as Kyiv Dynamo''s defense contracted. Calmly, heid the ball back to the edge of the penalty area, passing it to Larsson before making a run toward the center, where Back was now positioned perfectly. Husi��, marking Nedv��d, could no longer afford to stay with the Czech yer, and as he came to Back, he was astonished to find that the German had sent a perfectly timed through ball to the left front.


    Husi��, takenpletely off guard, turned and chased, but there was one person he had just given up chasing a second ago��a yer primed to cause danger!


    Nedv��d sprinted forward, taking the ball past Hroshovka with ease, heading directly for a one-on-one!


    Goalkeeper Shovkovskiy charged out, but Nedv��d, who was known for hard shots, surprisingly flicked the ball gently with his toe, and it rolled along the grass past Shovkovskiy into the back of the Kyiv Dynamo!


    "Seventy-nine minutes in, and the visiting Millwall leads! The goal was scored by Nedv��d! Millwall executed a clever counterattack, showcasing their teamwork perfectly! Can Kyiv Dynamo equalize? The two teams had previously been evenly matched, with neither showing a distinct advantage, but it is Millwall that breaks through their defense first."


    After scoring, the yers rushed toward Nedv��d. The Czech didn''t celebrate near the sidelines; with few away fans present, and wanting to conserve energy, he chose to remain where he was and celebrate with his teammates.


    Aldrich immediately made a substitution upon seeing the goal.


    Gattuso, who had warmed up for twenty minutes, came on to rece the clearly fatigued Lampard.


    After all, Lampard has just returned from injury, and considering the difficulty of this away game, Aldridge is already very satisfied with him.


    Their opponents'' attacks were focused on the wings; Belkovich in the center wasn''t effectively organizing y, instead acting as a link with the wide yers.


    The emergence of Gattuso allowed the three defensive midfielders to reorganize their responsibilities.


    Mak��l��l�� moved to the right to assist Schneider in defending against the threats from Kdze and Kosovskiy. Gattuso upied the left to help Zambrotta face Luzhny and Haskovych''s partnership along the nk.


    Back orchestrated in the center, ready to attack or defend as needed.


    In the stands, hundreds of Lions fans cheered wildly, waving their gs with unabashed joy.


    Kyiv Dynamo''s fans were feeling quite frustrated.


    They couldn''t see what was so impressive about this championship team from Ennd.


    Apart from that recent spectacr goal, they don''t see any of the hallmarks of a top team.


    Larsson, the European top scorer, only managed to show a glimpse of his abilities, and Shevchenko had minimal involvement, posing little threat.


    They seemed to forget that even superstars at Barcelona struggled to shine brightly at the Camp Nou, proving just how well Kyiv Dynamo defended.


    Millwall had seized that one opportunity; if they had missed it, there might not be a second chance in this match.


    Right after the substitution, Kyiv Dynamo went all out for aeback, pushing forward all their defensive midfielders and defenders��everyone pressing forward!


    But with the pitch getting crowded, precise passing was crucial. Millwall''s defensive midfielders and backline, alongside Nedv��d, grouped together just thirty yards in front of their goal. When the opponent''s attack arrived in a dangerous area, Millwall''s aggressive interception abilities came to the forefront.


    Gattuso, Mak��l��l��, Back, and Nedv��d��each one was a defensive powerhouse!


    Kyiv Dynamo struggled to find an outlet; they were likely unustomed to this all-out attacking approach.


    yers on the field swarmed, and the front line was chaotic andcked order. Millwall is not inferior in numbers, and their defensiveyout is more targeted.


    After Belkovich made his way to the wing to take the ball, he could only send in a cross and gamble on luck!


    Southgate and Elgerra didn''t touch the ball; Butt punched it away.


    The ball bounced outside the box, and Larsson came back to collect it. Vashchuk pressed him, and just as the opponent aimed to take the ball away from him, Larsson had already anticipated this and nudged the ball to the side before elerating away, deftly circling around Vashchuk.


    Hroshovka, initially marking Shevchenko, was left alone in the back now. Seeing the forward charging towards him, he abandoned his mark on Shevchenko. As Shevchenko edged along the offside line, Larsson cleverly flicked the ball over the top, which dropped right in front of Shevchenko. Facing the goal of his former club, he calmly fired the ball home.


    The ball was slow, but Shovkovskiy couldn''t get a touch on it, as the angle was too tight. It hit the inside of the far post and bounced into the.


    After scoring, Shevchenko lowered his head and slowly walked back toward his home half.

 Chapter 269: Rio Ferdinand out of form

    <h4>Chapter 269: Rio Ferdinand out of form</h4>


    The teammates all knew that Dynamo Kyiv was Shevchenko''s old club, so when Shevchenko secured the victory for the team, Larsson simply patted him on the head. The other yers congratted him in a calm manner as well, celebrating his goal.


    The stadium fell silent, and the home fans looked somewhat dejected.


    The group stage had started well; they even knocked out group favorites Barcelona in an away match. Facing an English Premier League team at home, it seemed like securing three points was a sure thing.


    But looking back at the match, Dynamo Kyiv had very few threatening attacks. The closest they came to scoring was with Kdze''s header at the start; in the second half, Rebrov''s long-range shot was well struck but from too far out, giving the goalkeeper enough time to react, which didn''t pose a major threat.


    Aldrich used two substitutions to kill some time. When the match ended, he calmly walked towards Lobanovsky. Although he had won, he didn''t show any signs of excitement.


    After they shook hands, Aldrich turned and walked into the yers'' tunnel.


    The Millwall yers let out a sigh of relief as the match concluded, then cheered loudly.


    This painful and difficult game had finallye to an end, and they had achieved the result they wanted!


    Three points, firmly at the top of the group.


    In the other match of the group, Barcelona was held to a draw by PSV Eindhoven.


    Barcelona only earned one point, and their path to qualification was looking precarious.


    In the post-match press conference, Aldrich''s expression remained calm, but pride was evident in his words.


    "We achieved a great victory. The yers not only overcame a strong opponent on the pitch but also overcame themselves. In such challenging weather and conditions, they needed a strong mentality to ovee the odds. I''m d they did it. This victory is crucial for Millwall��not just for our position in the group standings, but for the growth and maturity of these yers. This will help Millwall be stronger."


    Despite Millwall being the Premier League champions, Dynamo Kyiv, despite the home advantage, was not a champion in a major European league. Thus, pre-match expectations had favored Millwall to win, which was why Aldrich had insisted they should not take that stance lightly.


    So after the game, the journalists didn''t find anything shocking about Millwall''s victory. Beating Dynamo Kyiv wasn''t exactly a monumental achievement.


    After all, the Lions'' squad was clear to see��how many yers from Dynamo Kyiv are widely recognized by European mainstream media? Just being familiar would be a win.


    Dynamo Kyiv drew no interest. A reporter asked, "Millwall is in amanding position for qualification, but we haven''t seen the Millwall we expect from the Premier League in these two group matches. As the head coach, don''t you wish to showcase your team on the European stage?"


    Aldrich replied nonchntly, "First, we''ve won two in a row; our fate is in our hands. But that advantage isn''t absolute, even negligible. Next, we face Barcelona in back-to-back matches. If we perform poorly, we might lose that supposed edge after those two games. Second, I''m not a rigid coach. I will adjust our tactics based on the team, opponents, and circumstances. Stepping onto the Champions League stage, we showcase ourselves every minute��not just our tactics, but our mentality, fan culture, club traditions, and so on. Winning is the most important thing. Against strong teams like PSV and Dynamo Kyiv, I will choose the most suitable tactical style, not the one the outsiders wish to see. No one can sway my decisions on that."


    The journalists on-site felt a bit deted.


    To be honest, if they hadn''t studied Millwall''s previous season, they wouldn''t have held high expectations.


    The expectation from the public was never just for Millwall to win.


    They wanted to see exhrating football.


    As long as it was a thrilling spectacle, even if Millwall lost, it would still have been the talk of the town.


    But a nd and creativitycking match like today''s, where Millwall won 2-0 away against Dynamo Kyiv, offered little to discuss.


    There were plenty of teams on the Champions League stage with more influence and prestige than Millwall. If Millwall couldn''t showcase their style, making matches more exciting and unpredictable, they would merely be supporting actors on this grand stage, ying backup for the real powerhouses.


    Outside of Ennd, other mainstream media quickly lost interest in Millwall.


    After watching two of their Champions League group stage matches, they were wins, but they didn''t provide any real test of the team''s quality.


    The performances weren''t mboyant enough; the only highly anticipated match was the uing third and fourth group stage games, where Millwall would face Barcelona.


    By the second day after Aldrich led the team back to London, the fatigued yers returned from their long trip feeling dizzy. Aldrich had no choice but to give them another day off to rest at home.


    This situation was truly concerning.


    This year turned out to be fortunate; in October, their foray into Ukraine was manageable, but if thest two rounds of group matches had been in Ukraine, who knew whether the Lions would be ice lions in the frigid cold.


    Aldrich imagined the expanded Champions League format in the future, with a higher probability of heading to Nordic countries or even further east to Russia; the travel could wear out even those who don''t y.


    The weekend league match against promoted team Bolton had Aldrich nearly losing his mind over Ferdinand!


    Having yed in the Champions League midweek, Aldrich brought both backup center-backs with him for safety, and in the end, he brought on Materazzi to burn some time, while Ferdinand sat on the bench for the entire 90 minutes.


    For the weekend match against Bolton, with the starters resting, the center-back pairing was Materazzi and Ferdinand.


    From the very start of the match, Ferdinand looked like he was in a haze.


    Bolton scored an early long-range shot off of Ferdinand, which went out for a corner.


    Then, when Bolton took the corner, Ferdinand headed the ball into his own.


    Aldrich didn''t want to put too much psychological pressure on the youngd, considering he was not even 19 yet.


    But in the following twenty minutes, crisis after crisis loomed at the goal, and Ferdinand gifted the opponent a penalty.


    Aldrich stood with his hands on his hips on the sidelines, waiting for Bolton to convert the penalty. He immediately called Ferdinand over.


    Ferdinand stood there, looking serious and silent, probably feeling too embarrassed to speak.


    "Rio, if I pull you off now, it will be hard for you to hold your head high in this team. It''s the 27th minute, and we''re two goals down at home. I can''t give up on the match, but Bolton has the audacity to fight us head-on today. The defenders will be tested. So now, you have to tell me directly, do you still want to y? "


    Ferdinand replied in a low voice, "Boss, I''ll adjust my state, I won''t make any more mistakes!"


    "Don''t tell me that. Just tell me, do you want to y?"


    "I do."


    "Louder!"


    "I do!"


    "Get back out there and wake up! An own goal plus a penalty shouldn''t keep you this down. Show some courage! I won''t take you off unless you ask for it, but just being on the field isn''t enough��you need to earn your teammates'' trust!"


    Ferdinand finally started to wake up a little. After returning to the field, he gradually got involved in the match. However, thiste awakening left Millwall two goals down at home.


    Aldrich found it quite tiring to coach the squad of young yers during the game.


    "Andy, Andy! Get back to defend!"


    "Michael, tell Damien not to keep running the ball into dead ends; work patiently with your teammates; you tell him I said so!"


    With Lampard and Nedved resting and Pirlo still injured, Aldrich settled on a 4-4-2 formation today.


    Asking Duff and van der Meyde to y as wingers was a bit much for them, both only 18 years old.


    To instill defensive awareness and develop their defensive skills, he had them y as Wing midfielder.


    Gattuso and Back formed the double pivot, while the strikers were Trezeguet and van Nistelrooy, who hadn''t yed midweek.


    In previous rounds where points were dropped in the Premier League, Aldrich felt he had been asking too much of Duff and van der Meyde��needing them to bnce both defense and the demands of modern wingers��causing them to drift from the team''s tactical structure in matches.


    His own subconscious high expectations for them actually seemed misced.


    So it was better to assign them simpler tasks within the matches; they could handle that, at least being able to y together with their teammates.


    Modern wingers operate in toorge of a space, and they were bound to be out of sync. ying as wide midfielders was simpler; they needed to drop back to defend, stretch the pitch when attacking, and asionally make runs through the middle when there was space.


    At halftime, Millwall was still two goals behind.


    However, in the second half, as Ferdinand stopped being a liability for the defense, Duff and van der Meyde became more active down the nks, leading to a surge in Millwall''s offensive momentum.


    Aldrich watched as van der Meyde and Duff took turns breaking down the wings and crossing the ball, nodding to himself. The two 18-year-olds were starting to find their rhythm in the match and gaining confidence; just being able to control the ball in tight spaces was a great indicator.


    They still had some physical weaknesses, and in direct confrontation, unless they relied on their footwork, they would likely get pushed aside by the Bolton yers.


    As the two wide yers began to make their mark, Millwall started to gain the upper hand.


    In the 71st minute, van der Meyde crossed from the right after going to the byline, and Trezeguet got a header at the near post to bring Millwall back a goal.


    After the goal, the team''s morale surged,unching them into an all-out attack, forcing Bolton to retreat to their defensive third.


    Duff broke through on the wing, earning a foul. Van der Meyde took the free kick and sent it in; Neil flicked it on with his head, and Ferdinand, right at the, leaped in to nod the ball into Bolton''s goal.


    After scoring, Ferdinand finally held his head high. With under four minutes left in the match, he immediately grabbed the ball and sprinted back, as teammates rallied to rally for theeback.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines with his hands on his hips, his gaze resolute.


    Bolton was on full defense, and Millwall pressed forward!!


    When the extra time had psed, Millwall had a corner kick to execute.


    Bolton coach Colin Todd raised both hands to protest to the referee, believing the match should have already ended.


    At the same time, Todd yelled angrily at the fourth official.


    "Thirty seconds of stoppage time have passed; how much longer do we need? How long? Does Millwall need to score again before this match ends?!"


    Aldrich, standing at the side, maintained a serious demeanor, focusing intently on the Bolton goal.


    With a crowd bustling around, it was dizzying.


    Van der Meyde took the corner,unching the ball to the far post, where Mills contested for the spot and headed it back into the middle!


    What kind of assist is this?


    Usually, assistse from above, but this one came straight down.


    Yet, all the Bolton yers were taken by surprise, and the ball bounced in the penalty area. Then, someone took a shot, and the fans behind the goal leaped up, waving their arms joyfully.


    The ball went in!


    Aldrich charged onto the pitch, jumping and cheering, his fists pumped in sheer exuberance.


    Though it was a dramaticst-minute win against a promoted team,ing back from two goals down was a massive lift to morale.


    Emerging from the crowd to celebrate was van Nistelrooy, who had no clue what just happened. The ball clearly hadn''t been headed in his direction, but when it bounced in the box, he didn''t think twice and just shot. Miraculously, it went in!


    Ferdinand affectionately hugged van Nistelrooy, nting a kiss on his forehead.


    Thanks to that dramatic goal, Ferdinand was able to finally rx and release all the mental strain that had been building since the match began.

 Chapter 270: a relaxing day

    <h4>Chapter 270: a rxing day</h4>


    Ast-minute turnaround saw Aldrich in high spirits.


    After the game, reporters in the mixed zone focused on two issues.


    One of them was Bolton''s manager Colin Todd, whoined that the referee added nearly forty seconds of stoppage time for Millwall even after the official time had passed, which directly affected the oue of the game.


    Although Bolton only lost one point, a relegation-threatened team needed that golden point. In addition, the morale boost from drawing against the reigning champions away was invaluable.


    Aldrich, however, didn''t want to dwell on that issue. He offered a standard response, stating that referees have their own standards, and acknowledged that Bolton had been wasting time, so it was normal for the referee to add on a bit more time.


    "Leo Ferdinand''s performance in the first half hour was simply disastrous. He scored an own goal and reckless fouled to give the other team a penalty. Do you think he still deserves to be with Millwall? Will Millwall consider bringing in a better backup center-back?"


    Upon hearing this question, Aldrich maintained a rxed expression but his tone became much more exaggerated.


    "Wow, watch your words; ''disastrous'' is a bit much! Sure, he didn''t start well, but he found his formter, helped the team score, and didn''t make any further mistakes on defense. I believe he has the potential to be a world-ss center-back, and Millwall''s future relies on him, so I won''t consider looking for a recement. He''s just 19, starting his career."


    "After witnessing the basic errors he made today, you still insist he''ll be a world-ss defender?"


    "Nobody''s born perfect. The difference between a great yer and an average one is resilience. In the face of adversity, some give up and surrender, fading into obscurity, but Leo is not one of those. He has a strong heart and willpower, which allows him to quickly rectify his mistakes. Today''s match will definitely be unforgettable for him, and I hope he doesn''t forget it. That way, he can learn from this experience and be even better. I really dislike how the outside world is so stingy with patience towards young yers. They mock a yer for two bad matches and judge him as having a dark future, forgetting their age. You should take a look��how many 18- or 19-year-olds are ying in the English top league at this age?"


    Aldrich seized the chance to criticize the media, defending his young yer. He pointed out that not only are their technical skills and experience still maturing, but even world-ss stars have their ups and downs throughout a season. What''s seen as normal gets blown out of proportion by the media, leading to annoying narratives.


    After the European matches, this weekend''s Premier League was full of surprises.


    Manchester United drew against Derby County, Arsenal drew against newly-promoted Crystal Pce, Liverpool lost 2-0 in the Merseyside derby, Aston Vi fell to Wimbledon, and Newcastle United was crushed 4-1 by Leeds United.


    Amongst season''s top six Premier League teams, only the reigning champions, Millwall, secured ate win; the other five teams either drew or lost. Leicester City also lost to Chelsea away, creating significant shifts in the league standings.


    Millwall was back!


    They were now level on points with Manchester United, but thanks to a superior goal difference, Millwall reimed the top spot in the league after two months.


    Next year is a World Cup year, meaning FIFA international match dayse earlier than in odd-numbered years. Just as the league finished, yers had to return to their national teams.


    On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Aldrich sat in the stands of the youth league match, watching the game unfold.


    Some yers not on the list for the match were also in the stands, including Ronaldinho, who was seated right next to Aldrich, sporting a smug expression.


    At first, Aldrich thought Ronaldinho had some good news to share, but gradually, he felt something was off.


    Ronaldinho''s toothy grin seemed directed at him, eyes brimming with a sense of mischief.


    "What are you doing?"


    "Hehe."


    "Don''t do that; it gives me the creeps."


    "Hehe."


    "Maybe I should change my seat."


    To scare off the head coach was quite the achievement for any yer, but Ronaldinho seemed to excel at it.


    He quickly raised an eyebrow, saying, "You''re about to fulfill your promise."


    Aldrich''s expression froze for a moment, then he realized what Ronaldinho was smiling about.


    "How many goals did you score?"


    "you guess"


    "I''ll really change my seat."


    "Hey,e on, it''s not fun! I''ve scored 11 goals."


    "And assists?"


    "12 assists! That German guy is really good; just send the ball to his head, and he can easily nod it into the opponent''s. I like him more, the Dutch guy is just not quite as impressive."


    Aldrich was taken aback; he didn''t expect Ronaldinho to be doing so well in the reserves, especially with those numbers as a winger.


    The German was Klose, and the Dutchman was Van Nistelrooy.


    Ronaldinho''s clear favoritism was hard to miss.


    "They''re different in style; your assessment seems biased. And don''t tell teammates these things."


    "Come on, I''m not stupid! If I straight up tell them I prefer you and dislike him, wouldn''t that just create problems for me?"


    Aldrich chuckled and shook his head, choosing not to respond further.


    Ronaldinho went on to exin why he liked Klose and not Van Nistelrooy.


    He appreciated the German''s humility and how he wasn''t too demanding.


    When Ronaldinho sent a high ball to him, Klose had a great chance of scoring, making it easier for Ronaldinho to rack up assists.


    Moreover, Klose often shielded the two wingers, with many of Ronaldinho''s goalsing from Klose''s assists.


    It was almost like they were bing "best buddies."


    After all, Ronaldinho had learned how tough it was in the reserve matches. Physically, he was at a disadvantage. Many yers on other teams were over 23, and when it came to physical confrontations, he had a hard time keeping up. This meant he couldn''t take it easy on the ball; against peers his age, he could dribble effortlessly, but in the reserves, opponents just shoved him off the ball.


    As for Van Nistelrooy, Ronaldinho''s issue with him was that the striker primarily saw himself as a center forward. Given his seniority in the squad, Van Nistelrooy often demanded passes from the wingers, making Ronaldinho''s job harder. It required more effort for Ronaldinho to find space to pass to him, only for Van Nistelrooy to opt to take the shot himself instead of passing it back.


    Listening to Ronaldinho''s lengthy exnation, Aldrich couldn''t help but sigh inwardly.


    The team had changed so much.


    In over three years, Millwall had undergone a massive transformation.


    That team from the summer of ''94 was far from the best Millwall. The club had nothing to its name and had a terrible reputation.


    Yet, those who joined the club had little to show; both fame and fortune were absent from their pasts.


    This unity allowed them to sacrifice for one another, all working to make the team better, knowing their interests would grow alongside it.


    But now, the club had gained fame and the prestige of being champions, makingpetition fierce and brutal.


    yers might first think not about how to contribute to the club, but rather, what their standing within it would be, especially those not in the starting lineup.


    Everyone understood that once they secured a position in the first team and became regrs, their contracts would double, attention from external sources would increase, and their fame would rise dramatically.


    In today''s youth league match, Millwall''s youth team ultimately triumphed at home with a score of 3-1, thanks to goals from Vassell, Cahill, and Bresciano.


    Only a little over a thousand local fans attended, as the midweek timing led to a lower turnout than usual.


    The youth team, led by Nagy, had performed strongly this season, remaining undefeated in the youth league and progressing well in the youth FA Cup. Their goal difference statistics dominated the English youth league, with their only lossing during an away match against Dynamo Kyiv.


    Aldrich watched the match merely to pass the time, as the team was off the next day. As he left the stadium, Ronaldinho followed him, asking, "Boss, do you have any ns for tomorrow?"


    "None, why?"


    "Take me to another city? I heard you took that new Italian kid around Europest summer."


    "How did you find out?"


    "I saw the pictures in his locker and asked him."


    "Oh, it was just a side trip during the summer."


    "Then take me along tomorrow, please."


    "Uh, I''ll think about it; I''m nning on going to the gym."


    Ronaldinho frowned and shook his head. "That''s so boring. I''ve already worn out two treadmills at the gym. Is yours fixed yet?"


    "No, I n to ride my bike to the countryside to enjoy the views; that''s my form of fitness."


    After contemting it, Ronaldinho said, "Then take me along. I don''t have ns either and thought I''d give myself a break, no extra training."


    Aldrich looked at him suspiciously, asking, "What about your girlfriend?"


    "Broke up ages ago."


    "Why?"


    "I didn''t like her friends; they were all students, and I felt they looked down on me."


    "Really?"


    "Well, also, she wasn''t pretty enough."


    "You have high standards!"


    Aldrich agreed to Ronaldinho''s proposal and shook his head as he headed home.


    Keeping yers cooped up at the club for monotonous training wasn''t a good form of education. For younger yers living in club dorms, Millwall arranged for them to attend nearby schools, adjusting the time slightly to amodate.


    asionally, they''d organize activities to enrich their lives.


    So the next day, Aldrich rode his bike, taking a group along with him.


    Ronaldinho had already spread the word to his friends, so a bunch tagged along.


    Even Ag��ero and Messi followed on their little bikes; Aldrich led the way, red-faced, looking like he was the "king of kids."


    Oddly enough, seeing the youthful Messi reminded Aldrich of Cristiano Ronaldo, and when he looked at the yers joining him, it struck him��Vi, Carrick, Mexes, Alonso, De Rossi, Messi, Ag��ero, and Ronaldinho��where was Ronaldo?


    Before leaving themunity, Aldrich stopped by the training base and, unsurprisingly, caught sight of Cristiano Ronaldo, who was still grinding away at practice.


    Whether he liked it or not, Aldrich dragged him along, giving him a bike so he could join the rest.


    12-year-old Cristiano initially resisted, thinking it was a waste of time.


    But by the afternoon, as they enjoyed beautiful scenery and delicious food in the countryside, he almost didn''t want to return to the training base.


    Coincidentally, in a vige they passed through, a primary school was holding its fall sports day, so Aldrich and the others checked it out, and soon enough, Ronaldo and Ag��ero broke the primary school''s 100-meter record...


    When leaving, Aldrich felt a bit embarrassed because passersby looked at their cycling group with odd expressions and suppressedughter. But as dusk fell on their way back, Aldrich nced at the group of boys beside him and felt an indescribable joy in his heart.


    It was a pity he forgot to bring a camera.


    If only he had captured that moment of them sitting by the river, it would surely be a ssic memory in the future.

 Chapter 271: The Gold Digger and the Treasure

    <h4>Chapter 271: The Gold Digger and the Treasure</h4>


    At the end of October, with the cold winds blowing and winter''s footsteps drawing closer, the atmosphere in European football was filled with tension and conflict. The Millwall first team boarded a flight to Barcelona for the third round of the Champions League group stage.


    As they settled in first ss, Aldrich sat alone by the window, staring out at the scenery, his face as grim as the weather. He was feeling quite restless.


    This month, afterpleting their national duties during the FIFA break, the returning yers faced tough news: Trezeguet had suffered an injury while representing France, requiring him to recuperate for five weeks, while the others came back to their clubs thoroughly worn out.


    With the World Cup approaching next summer, yers called up to their national teams were giving it their all, eager to secure their spots for the tournament. Those who wouldn''t be going to the World Cup still threw themselves into the fray for national pride or a glimmer of hope.


    This was especially true for yers like Shevchenko, Nedved, and Larsson, who had long and exhausting travels to their national teams, significantly affecting their performance.


    Due to the so-called "FIFA virus," Millwall had dropped points in theirst two league matches against weaker opponents. They had drawn against Coventry away and managed a win against fierce rivals Crystal Pce at home.


    Meanwhile, Manchester United had been on a scoring spree,ting an impressive 13 goals while conceding only one in theirst two matches against Barnsley and Sheffield Wednesday. This not only brought them closer to Millwall in terms of goal difference but also widened the gap in points between the two teams by two.


    Though only 13 rounds into the league, these setbacks seemed trivial. In the League Cup, however, Millwall continued their good fortune, drawing Nottingham Forest��who had been relegatedst season��whom they easily defeated at home to reach the quarter-finals.


    What troubled Aldrich most was the impact of the FIFA virus. Millwall had only about 1.5 solid lineups due to the youth of their yers. While some were fighting for a spot in the 23-man World Cup squad, others were vying for starting positions, leading to a significant drain on their energy whenpeting for their national teams.


    Before heading to Barcelona, Aldrich had been feeling a surge of anger since the day before. He felt disrespected and belittled, almost as though his dignity had been trampled upon.


    This feeling stemmed fromments made by Barcelona''s head coach, Van Gaal, in a preview published by Spanish media.


    Van Gaal had stated that, given theg of English football, Millwall''s rise to Premier League champions was nothing to write home about. He acknowledged the efforts of their 21-year-old coach, stating that while he might be pleased now, after two matches, he would see the vast gap between Millwall and Barcelona.


    In lengthy coverage, Van Gaal dismissed Millwall''s achievements, belittling Aldrich and failing to consider him a real opponent. He viewed the encounter between Millwall and Barcelona as merely a learning opportunity for Millwall and Aldrich.


    As for Millwall''s triumph over Barcelona six months earlier in the Cup Winners'' Cup, Van Gaal had glibly remarked that "the British beat the British," implying that Barcelona should have won but didn''t, and even suggested that a real champion coach had finally arrived at Barcelona��himself.


    What type of arrogance did it take for someone to make such brazen assertions?


    There were plenty of arrogant figures in coaching, and the future renowned Mourinho was a quintessential example. Still, Aldrich felt that Van Gaal was a hundred times more arrogant!


    When Mourinho joined Chelsea, it was like a championship-level coach "stooping" to manage a low-level team. Yes, he did have reasons for arrogance.


    However, Van Gaal''s deration upon joining Barcelona��that he had won more honors in six years at Ajax than Barcelona had in its entire century��was something else entirely.


    This self-proimed "football tyrant" from the Nethends ignited a strong anger within Aldrich.


    It was then that he finally focused his attention on Barcelona and Van Gaal.


    Ten yearster, fans who knew Van Gaal would understand that he held English football in contempt and was extraordinarily arrogant. Even with Ferguson winning the Champions League twice and building several generations of the Red Devils dynasty, Van Gaal still scoffed at Ferguson''s achievements, arguing that no renowned coach could match his sess, insinuating that Ferguson''s wins were merely a product of the Premier League and held no real weight.


    When the ne took off, looking out at the picturesque clouds, Aldrich gradually calmed down.


    Was this some kind of psychological warfare?


    Van Gaal despised him, provoking him to y attacking football even as the visitors.


    Aldrich stroked his chin, thinking left and right, suddenly eximing, "I nearly fell for it! Even if what he said holds some truth, losing my cool would only y right into his hands!"


    As he muttered to himself, someone suddenly approached him, extending a friendly hand. "Mr. Hall, would you mind if I sit beside you?"


    Aldrich looked up and saw an empty seat next to him. It was fine for the person to sit there; any issues would fall upon the airline staff to resolve.


    He shook hands with the neer, assuming he was just looking for a change of seat.


    Being a figure of note, it wasn''t entirely surprising to be recognized on a ne.


    "This is my business card," the man introduced himself. "My name is Smith-Carter."


    Aldrich took the card and nced down, realizing the individual might have a purpose for seeking him out.


    He was an executive from Standard Chartered Bank.


    "Uh, what brings you here?" Aldrich asked.


    "Well, I''m headed to Barcelona for the match��specifically to see Millwall y."


    "You''d be better off waiting until tomorrow."


    "Not a problem, I''m giving myself a day off to explore Barcelona."


    "Mr. Carter, if you''re here for a specific reason, please feel free to state it directly. I''m not one for small talk."


    Carter looked every part the fit professional, dressed in a sharp suit, appearing to be a man of mature charm in his forties. He checked on Millwall''s itinerary specially and boarded the same flight to Barcelona, hoping to express his sincerity in person, considering Millwall hadn''t booked a private jet.


    Carter got straight to the point, expressing his interest in working with Millwall.


    Next summer, two significant sponsorship contracts for Millwall would expire.


    One was for kit sponsorship; the club was already in discussions to renew its deal with Puma. The most well-known brands around for this type of sponsorship were Adidas and Nike.


    The other was for the shirtfront advertisement, where Barys had yet to respond about renewing their contract.


    Carter represented Standard Chartered, aiming to secure a new advertising sponsorship for Millwall''s shirtfront, establishing a partnership with them.


    "From what we know, Barys has no intention of renewing with Millwall, as they want a more impactful promotional tform, like the naming rights for the Premier League."


    Aldrich listened more than he spoke. Such matters were usually under Adam''s purview; he had made that clear to Adam already. Still, when someone was making the effort to approach him, he couldn''t just dismiss them.


    If he suggested Carter speak with Adam instead, it might seem he was shutting him out.


    "Can I see Standard Chartered''s introduction?"


    Aldrich thought that since he had nothing else to do on the ne, it would be a good idea to chat.


    Carter, well-prepared, started exining the details of hispany to Aldrich.


    Although Standard Chartered''s headquarters were in London and considered a UK bank, its operations were global, and it had rtively few domestic clients.


    Thus, they deemed Millwall a suitable choice, primarily because of their promotional impact outside of the UK.


    "I think you should be talking to Manchester United instead."


    Aldrich flipped through Standard Chartered''s introduction documents, speaking casually.


    "To be honest, Edwards has set his price too high. We prefer to have a long-term partnership. Besides, we''re uncertain about United''s future."


    "Hmm? What do you mean?"


    Carter looked slightly surprised, then chuckled, "Did you not know? It shouldn''t be a secret in the English football circle. Martin Edwards is keen on selling Manchester United, but the FA is getting in the way. Despite their powerlessness, they are already contacting government officials to intervene."


    Aldrich paused, shaking his head after a couple of seconds. "I haven''t heard anything about this. I don''t concern myself with club politics or ownership changes."


    "Of course, with your status, you can afford to ignore such matters."


    Standard Chartered''s doubt about Manchester United''s prospects was not unfounded.


    If Aldrich remembered correctly, this was around the time media mogul Murdoch was brewing a takeover deal for Manchester United, nning to make his move the following year with a purchase price exceeding ��600 million!


    However, the British government intervened and blocked the acquisition, causing the Edwards family to miss the chance to sell United for the highest possible price.


    In fact, foreign fans find such transactions a bit ridiculous. A club changes owners, and the government thinks it has a say?


    It''s just a simple buy and sell, fair and square��why should they interfere? But Manchester United is a symbol of British football, and people''s mindset hasn''t changed. They still view football as it was before, not yet with the kind of "capitalism" that would emerge ten yearster.


    It wasn''t an exaggeration to say that if the Hall family were not London locals��indeed, if they were simply British but not from London��acquiring Millwall would be met with fierce opposition from fans, potentially even sparking significant protests.


    This sentiment had little to do with whether outsiders could revitalize the club; it was a matter of ownership.


    Clubs were seen as belonging to themunity and the fans, an ingrained belief that ran deep rather than belonging to club owners!


    Fans loathed themercial aspect of Manchester United''s operation, viewing it as tantly turning a football club into a profit-generating machine. Edwards became known as the first executive in football history to draw a sry from ownership, degenerating a charity role into that of a hireling. Moreover, the FA stipted that clubs had non-profit statuses, yet United brazenly conducted annual profit distributions.


    In the evolution ofmercial football, United led the pack as one of the earliest to capitalize, but also drew the most ire.


    However, once the clubs transitioned to shareholder enterprises, the FA and government found their influence evaporating.


    After the failed Murdoch takeover, the Edwards family learned their lesson, waiting several years before secretlypleting equity transactions to sell United. By the time the FA and government figured out what had transpired, the deals had been sessfully closed, and it was toote to make amends.


    Aldrich closed the documents in hand and stated calmly, "Could you outline the reasons for a partnership with Standard Chartered? You''re interested in sponsoring Millwall, but I assumepetitors will arise. I don''t mean to drive up your price; I just want to know how you intend to outpace your rivals?"


    Carter spoke confidently, carrying himself with poise, "I believe in a forward-looking vision. I am genuinely eager to foster this partnership because we want to be a long-term ally with Millwall, and I am confident Millwall will deliver significant market impact for us."


    "And the basis of that confidence?"


    "First, Millwall has solid financial backing. The Hall family is currently thriving across Southeast Asia. The result of this financial warfare is irreversible, and the Hall family conservatively possesses over ��1 billion in assets. While you may not be involved, I trust that as Millwall''s owner, you won''tck financial support. Given yourmitment to this team, you wouldn''t let it decline. You may not ensure championships every year, but since you''ve put Millwall on the European stage, I believe it will remain there for a long time toe. Second, Millwall is a potential investment; the earlier you step in, the greater the benefits. And third, Millwall''s marketing efforts have been impressive. In my research, I''ve noticed how actively you use innovative digital tforms for promotion. Almost every football-rted website features your advertisements. In other words, bing Millwall''s chest-front advertiser also provides inherent promotional value through our own digital channels."


    Aldrich turned to stare at Carter and suddenly chuckled, saying something that left Carter utterly perplexed.


    "It seems you think you are a gold digger and Millwall are a treasure."

 Chapter 272: Silence in the Spotlight

    <h4>Chapter 272: Silence in the Spotlight</h4>


    Some people click instantly, while others just know from the first nce that they won''t get along. During a conversation with Carter, Aldrich found himself quickly warming up to this guy across from him.


    "No, no, no! Impossible! A six-year deal? I wouldn''t even consider a four-year deal unless you offer me five million pounds a year in sponsorship."


    "Two point three million pounds per year is already a high offer."


    "Sure, six years ago, thirty thousand pounds in sponsorship was outrageous! But look where we are now!"


    "Do you really think themercial value of football clubs will continue to rise?"


    "Absolutely! With broadcasting technology advancing, this is just the beginning for football clubs. Don''t be fooled by the fact that this year the Premier League''s broadcasting contracts have increased more than twofold; the next contract is going to double again. You might believe in Millwall''s future, but you''re overlooking the market potential."


    Although Aldrich felt that Carter was a worthwhile friend after a brief conversation - at least the chat wasfortable - he wasn''t about to underestimate the club''s future interests.


    The sponsorship offer that Carter presented seemed incredibly high at this time. Plus, he suggested a long-term contract �C six years!


    From a conservative viewpoint, this might lock in Millwall''s long-term interests, but if the following scenario urred, Millwall''s interests would undoubtedly suffer.


    That scenario is: Millwall makes it into the Champions League every year, meaning they stay in the Premier League''s top tier for the next six years.


    Aldrich wouldn''t be blinded by immediate profits at the cost of long-term benefits. Historical losses faced by Arsenal serve as a cautionary tale.


    When they moved into the new stadium, Arsenal signed an eight-year sponsorship deal for their chest logo. At the time, the 5.5 million pounds sponsorship felt justified given Arsenal''s market value and economic environment, especially after the copse of the football bubble, with many thinking the market was saturated.


    At first, Arsenal thought they were neither making nor losing money on this contract, but as time went by, the losses became more and more outrageous. Ultimately, they found themselves earning around ��100m less than the rest of the Premier League.


    Even if Aldrich signed a six-year deal now, he wouldn''t face as much of a loss. But he was that kind of person �C meticulous and penny-pinching about the club, and ever since he shifted roles from coach to owner, he disyed a tendency to be a bit frugal.


    Once they moved into the new stadium, all sponsorship deals had to be renegotiated at the new rates.


    After a while, Carter realized that Aldrich just couldn''t be persuaded or, rather, defeated; he had to admit that Aldrich possessed extraordinary foresight.


    The specific terms of the contract would be discussed when Carter returned to London with Adam. Aldrich wouldn''t make any promises either; if otherpetitors showed up offering higher prices, Millwall would obviously choose the option with more revenue.


    With still plenty of time until the flightnded, the two pushed work aside and began talking as friends. Aldrich found it surprising that Carter, being British, was actually a fan of Maradona. Aldrich just wore a British exterior; he never felt personally hurt by anything Maradona had done.


    Speaking of Maradona, both men shared a sense of mncholy. Just two days prior, Maradona had been the center of attention in the football world, as the Argentine ser legend officially announced his retirement from the field.


    Aldrich felt like he had made a good friend today, at least because he and Carter were both fans of the beautiful game.


    Their admiration for Maradona was limited solely to his on-pitch persona; when it came to Maradona off the pitch, both exchanged bittersweet smiles and shook their heads.


    It seemed unlikely that the football world would find another figure so perfectly embodying the angel and devil dichotomy.


    When the nended in Barcelona, Aldrich and Carter parted ways. Before Aldrich left, Carter wished Millwall good luck at Camp Nou.


    As Aldrich stepped outside the airport, he looked up at the clear Spanish autumn sky. Luck? Who can rely on luck for hope?


    After arriving in Barcelona, Millwall maintained a low profile, staying at a hotel further from Camp Nou and conducting closed training sessions. Apart from attending the UEFA-mandated pre-match press conference, Aldrich declined all interviews.


    This high-stakes match was being pursued by media from all over.


    Van Gaal had already made his bold statements, yet Aldrich hadn''t uttered a single word.


    When Aldrich appeared at the press conference, cameras shed, everyone wanted to capture Aldrich''s first visit to Camp Nou.


    What kind of entrance would he make? How would he respond to Van Gaal''s disdain?


    Once seated, Aldrich appeared very calm, opening with the same statement in both Spanish and English.


    "I will only answer questions regarding today''s match. Any questions irrelevant to the match will be met with silence."


    The reporters were frustrated.


    "We came here to see you exchange barbs with Van Gaal!"


    Last season, Aldrich had a particrly strained rtionship with the Spanish media, especially the Catalonian press.


    The conflict originated from a debate about the Ballon d''Or and waster exacerbated by Millwall''s winning of the European Winners'' Cup.


    What amused outsiders was that the Catalonian media had taken offense due to the controversy over whether Ronaldo deserved the Ballon d''Or. However, Ronaldo had only remained at Camp Nou for a single season before moving on to Meazza.


    The source of the conflict had vanished, but the rivalry lingered.


    Now, they were siding with Van Gaal, belittling and criticizing Millwall and Aldrich.


    When asked about Van Gaal''sments, Aldrich remained silent.


    As he stated, he wouldn''t address any issues unrted to the match.


    Only when someone asked: "Barcelona''s first two matches resulted in one draw and one loss. Do they stand any chance of advancing?"


    Did Aldrich finally respond with a calm expression, "Of course they still have hope. If they defeat Millwall in both matches and Dynamo Kyiv and PSV do not win both of their concurrent matches, Barcelona will hold their fate in their own hands. With two rounds of matches left, they would have an advantage."


    Catalonian reporters smirked, finally feeling that this young coach had said something sensible.


    Yeah, that sounds about right.


    Barcelona was just one step away from falling into the abyss.


    If they win their next four matches, they would definitely secure advancement with thirteen points.


    Thanks to Millwall putting pressure on Dynamo Kyiv, they minimized any chance of points being lost, making the group situation even moreplicated.


    "Your tone suggests you''re somewhat pessimistic about the two matches against Barcelona. Are youcking confidence in getting points from them?"


    Aldrich sighed, turned to the press officer, and said, "Can I leave now? I don''t want to waste time with idiots."


    As soon as those words left his mouth, he instantly angered the questioner, who was from the *World Sports Daily*.


    "Mr. Hall, are you publicly humiliating me?"


    Ignoring the reporter, Aldrich simply looked at the press officer, who checked the time and shook his head, indicating that their time was not yet up.


    Reluctantly, Aldrich turned back andmented, "I don''t know how the public views the match between Barcelona and Millwall, but some people think that Millwall should just hand over six points to Barcelona and ept defeat with grace, kneeling before Barcelona in submission. Sorry, but the reality is harsh. Barcelona is a giant of Catalonia, a symbol of this ce, representing not just football but also the spirit and fighting spirit of Catalonia. However, that doesn''t make them special in thepetition or give them the right to dismiss every opponent with arrogance or show ack of basic respect for foreign teams. A single person can be arrogant, but collectively, that kind of mindset is downright pathological."


    Laughter erupted from everyone except the Catalonian reporters.


    Just a few minutes after feeling down, came the unexpected twist.


    "Who''s that arrogant person you reference? Are you implying it''s Van Gaal? Mr. Hall, when you first appeared in public, didn''t you seem just as arrogant by iming Millwall was entering a new era? Haha, but in Europe, you''re still nobody."


    Catalonian reporters were livid.


    They couldn''t understand why they couldn''t stand Aldrich.


    A young man daring to criticize the Ballon d''Or and question Ronaldo''s nomination, yet yet snatching the trophy from Barcelona''s grasp.


    While Aldrich appeared to adopt a humble posture today, it actually seemed as if he was mocking them through his silence.


    No matter how much the reporters asked, Aldrich refused to answer. Some reporters stormed out angrily, while Aldrich asionally nced at the press officer. Once given the nod that he could leave, Aldrich stood up and walked away.


    Only the Catalonian media disliked him; all other media seemed to love him simply for being newsworthy.


    On match day, yers sat in the locker room, staring at Aldrich.


    The atmosphere felt particrly strange.


    Aldrich couldn''t take it anymore.


    Half of the yers looked at him with determination, while the other half cast sympathetic nces.


    They knew well what had transpired in the news.


    Some yers felt a flicker of anger deep within.


    They had fought tooth and nail for their championship achievements, only to see them trampled by others; who could ignore that?


    It was normal to feel this anger, while some mature yers remained calm but worried about Aldrich''s state.


    From the moment they started prepping for this match up until twenty-five minutes before the game, Aldrich had been too calm.


    It felt as if he were a victim shoved into a corner, hiding his grievances deep inside.


    It made sense; having already made his mark in history as a young coach, it was only natural that he felt hurt by being so easily dismissed.


    Aldrich simply felt that responding aggressively would be unwise.


    With the match yet to take ce, pre-match banter had its context, and Aldrich thought that in this case, it was best not to engage in the back-and-forth.


    Unexpectedly, his non-response was misinterpreted by the yers as "hurt." When he prepared to address the team before the match, an astonishing scene unfolded in the locker room.

 Chapter 273: You can always count on Makelele!

    <h4>Chapter 273: You can always count on Makelele!?</h4>


    Schneider suddenly stood up with a determined look, proiming loudly, "Boss, we will definitely win this match today!"


    "Yeah! We''ve been holding back our anger!"


    "Let Barcelona know who the real powerhouse is!"


    "Let''s take down Barcelona! We beat them six months ago, and today we will show them who''s boss!"


    "Right, let''s topple Barcelona!"


    ...


    Aldrich remained silent, yet the atmosphere in the locker room was charged with excitement.


    The yers spent three whole minutes chanting slogans and expressing their determination before suddenly quieting down. They noticed Aldrich standing there calmly, unfazed by their enthusiasm.


    "Boss, are you all right?"


    Southgate asked worriedly, thinking Aldrich might be emotionally affected.


    Aldrich closed his eyes, chuckled softly, then sighed, "I''m pleased to see such strong fighting spirit in you. However, I don''t think this state of mind is a good omen."


    The yers exchanged bewildered nces.


    Is having fighting spirit a bad thing?


    Aldrich continued softly, "Sit down. I don''t believe that the angrier or more pumped-up a team is on the pitch, the more likely they are to win. It''s normal for Barcelona to look down on us. All the top clubs in Europe will underestimate us. Some hide their contempt, while others express it openly. I was angry when I first heard Van Gaal''sments. But after calming down, I realized that even if it''s a psychological tactic from the opponent, it can work to our advantage. Remember this: on the UEFA Champions League stage, teams that appear to be very arrogant often end up suffering greatly. Why have Italian teams consistently reached the Champions League finals in recent years? Because they are low-key and pragmatic. While their tactics may be criticized as conservative, no one can question the excellent results achieved by Italian teams."


    The yers gradually calmed down; they weren''t foolish, after all. Upon reflection, they began to see Aldrich''s point about Van Gaal possibly engaging in psychological warfare.


    "Nearly took the bait! Right, we''re the top team now. Barcelona is the one gambling everything; we shouldn''t be rushing," Southgate remarked, scratching his head while the other yers nodded in agreement.


    Mindset is a crucial factor in how a team performs. The yers realized that if they charged on the field like they were moments ago, they might just end up getting torn apart by their opponents. To be fair, the final match six months ago was hard-fought for Millwall. The final score of 4:1 wasn''t as straightforward, as Barcelona was all-out attacking and left their defense vulnerable.


    Seeing the yers reflect, Aldrich smiled with satisfaction, "Now is not the time for self-me or contemtion. This is also an experience for you to digest after the match. A strong mindset won''t be swayed by outside factors, especially not by the opponent. The more distractions you face from the opponent, the less you should let them seed. Everyone knows how to y today''s match; I now only want to ask you one question: Do you have the confidence to win?"


    "Of course!"


    The entire Millwall team shouted in unison, united in purpose.


    Aldrich turned and walked out of the locker room.


    This wasn''t Aldrich''s first visit to Camp Nou; he had been here years ago to watch a match, and the resounding cheers of "Bar?a, Bar?a!" from the fans still echoed vividly in his memory.


    However, when he appeared on the sidelines, he was met with boos from the nearby stands.


    When the announcer introduced him, the boos grew louder.


    It was normal; he was not wee here.


    If Millwall had lost to Barcelona six months ago, their fans wouldn''t have wee Barcelona either when they visited London.


    Though this mentality isn''t exactly optimistic or positive, from a neutral fan''s perspective, the losing side should wee the victors. It would provide a chance to redeem themselves in a fair rematch.


    Aldrich didn''t shake hands with Van Gaal, who was sitting on the bench. Robson had been fired in the summer, and Mourinho had stayed, but now his role within the team had diminished significantly. Someone as controlling as Van Gaal wouldn''t allow anyone else, especially someone titled as "trantor," to interfere with team matters.


    Millwall''s young manager stood at the sidelines, dressed in a stylish ck Armani coat.


    "The focal point of Group C''s third round of the UEFA Champions League is about to take ce at Camp Nou. Barcelona, currently struggling for survival, will face Ennd''s Millwall. After two matches, Barcelona has secured only one point, but their fate lies in their own hands. If they defeat Millwall in both matches, they still have a hopeful chance of progression."


    Aldrich watched both teams'' starting yers. He would get a clearer picture of their formations once the match started.


    Millwall set up in a 4-2-3-1 formation, with only Trezeguet absent due to injury; the rest of the lineup was intact. Ruud van Nistelrooy reced Trezeguet as the starting forward, with Larsson, Nedved, and Shevchenko behind him. The double pivot wasposed of Makelele and Back, while Schneider, Elghra, Southgate, and Zambrotta made up the defense. The goalkeeper, Butt, had experienced ups and downs in recent Premier League matches, but had made a solid recovery in thest two games, offering a bit of reassurance.


    Barcelona''s starting formation appeared to be a 4-5-1, but could easily switch to 4-4-2, 4-2-4, or 4-3-3.


    Goalkeeper: Ba��a.


    Defenders: Reiziger, Kouto, Abrdo, Sergi.


    Midfielders: Guardi, Geovanni, Rivaldo, Figo, Enrique.


    Forward: Anderson.


    Aldrich hadn''t spoken a word, although he had already established a rivalry with Van Gaal after their first distant nce today. Yet it was undeniable that Van Gaal was a renowned manager and a significant figure in Dutch football history.


    Barcelona was a great club, and the war between clubs like Millwall and Barcelona was entirely normal.


    In the eyes of famous coaches, they don''t get hung up on formations. They wouldn''t overthink the opponent''s starting lineup or try to decode their strategies based on it.


    An Italian coach could set up a seemingly bnced aggressive formation like 4-4-2 or 4-3-3, but in practice, their four midfielders could easily devote more than 70% of their energy to defending. Who could still im that such a 4-4-2 was bnced?


    Today''s starting formation for Barcelona was the same; the keyy in how the yers moved on the field.


    Rivaldo would clearly be a focal point; his movement would determine changes in the formation. If he pushed forward, the setup could shift to 4-4-2, or 4-2-3-1, or even 4-1-4-1.


    Ignoring Rivaldo simply because he''s starting behind two wingers and a forward would be an irreversible mistake.


    He''s an invisible killer!


    In the next two World Cups over the next five years, though the spotlight would be on Ronaldo, who starred for Brazil, Rivaldo, who scored just one goal less than Ronaldo in both tournaments, was undeniably as precious as gold.


    As the game kicked off, Millwall received the ball first. Van Nistelrooy initiated the y, passing it back to Larsson. The formation didn''t push forward; Millwall executed a straightforward long ball. Shevchenko, receiving the ball on the nk, attempted a breakthrough but was stopped by Sergi. Barcelona counterattacked!


    Guardi, Geovanni, and Figo, after a series of three passes, set the ball at Rivaldo''s feet.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, his expression steady. Rivaldo took possession and advanced rapidly, sessfully dodging Makelele.


    Yet, in a split second, the Frenchman pivoted and lunged into a tackle, skillfully sweeping the ball away as Rivaldo fell hard to the ground.


    Barcelona yers looked toward the referee, pleading for a foul, but the referee waved them off.


    You can always count on Makelele!


    Even if his initial interception fails, he won''t be easily passed. If he is breached, he quickly returns and covers - his defensive value is absolutely irreceable.


    Millwall shifted from defense to counterattack, and Zambrotta quickly passed the ball to the advancing Larsson, who shielded it against Guardi. After a fake pass to confound his opponent, he tried to break free, but Reiziger intervened and thwarted the attempt.


    The teams fought evenly in the opening moments, with a fast-paced rhythm.


    Guardi remained the hub for transitions between offense and defense, yet he was investing too much energy in defense, hindering his attacking talents from shining through.


    Pel�� personally sponsored a Brazilian yer toe to Europe, named Geovanni, who had been moved from forward to midfield. Van Gaal likely valued his ball control skills.


    With the free-roaming Rivaldo up front, and Figo and Enrique capable of ying both wide and central roles, the threat from Barcelona''s attacking system was substantial��a period referred to as a "spiral system."


    Ideally, Van Gaal aimed for Barcelona to y the most beautiful attacking football. The spiral push during the attacking sequence was designed to shred opponents'' defensesyer byyer, resulting in multi-dimensional pressure.


    However, executing this strategy required world-ss yers. Today, they just happened toe up against a Millwall side with notably strong defensive intensity, and they were clearly struggling to dominate the match.


    Figo tried to break through Schneider but was denied as thetter kicked the ball out of y.


    Six monthster, Schneider had matured considerably at the right-back position; he could cautiously keep up with Figo''s rhythm.Though he didn''t manage to intercept the ball, simply disrupting the y was sufficient to hinder the opponent''s offense and slow down their tempo.


    In abination with teammates in the middle and front, Rivaldo received a return pass from Enrique. Just as Makelele pounced, he sessfully blocked the ball, and amid their tussle, Makelele came out on top, regaining control.


    Barcelona quickly realized: they were still facing the same Lions from six months ago!


    They had no absolute advantage in one-on-one situations, and their offensive numbers were outmatched by Millwall''s defense, making it hard to break down their lines even with small passes.


    Millwall also didn''t push forward for counterattacks, relying instead on individual skill.


    Neither team possessed any superstar yers capable of dismantling the opposition''s entire defense. Even back in the previous match, Ronaldo had only managed one goal while failing to make any significant impact.


    This match might not be thrilling, but Aldrich found it far more important for the team!


    It would test their patience, tactical awareness, mindset, and willpower��qualities more valuable than mere reckless attacking.


    Ten minutes into the match, neither side had registered a shot on goal. Both teams concentrated on gaining control of the midfield.


    Aldrich nced at the Barcelona bench, noticing Van Gaal watching expressionlessly. He still seemed full of confidence.


    "Go on, Van Gaal, bring out those strategies!"


    Currently, Barcelona wasn''t showcasing their true capabilities!

 Chapter 274: Pressing Offense and Counter-Attacking Defense

    <h4>Chapter 274: Pressing Offense and Counter-Attacking Defense</h4>


    What position does Van Gaal hold in Aldrich''s mind?


    To put it simply: he''s impressive!


    This kind of admiration isn''t just a starstruck perspective from an onlooker; it''s Aldrich viewing him as a living textbook on how to be an outstanding head coach.


    In the past, he spent the most time in the Nethends, not just observing Ajax''s training and matches up close, but also meticulously studying over two hundred game tapes from Van Gaal''s era at Ajax.


    Van Gaal transformed Ajax, upgrading the traditional 4-3-3 formation to establish a system usingrge diamonds and small triangles, creating a multi-dimensional tactical structure that made their advantages crystal clear.


    Ajax under his guidance had a number four position, but it waspletely different from the quarterback in American football or Barcelona''s number four.


    In Ajax, the number four role was filled by a versatile defender or defensive midfielder��acting as a defender during defensive ys and switching to a midfielder in attack, converting the formation from 4-3-3 to 3-4-3.


    Van Gaal proposed the idea of a deeper organizational core as early as the early ''90s, and it was bolder than Cruyff''s theory of a defensive midfielder as the focal point��he used a center-back to orchestrate the attack!


    During that time, Ajax''s formation featured fourrge diamonds and countless small triangles, including the goalkeeper; they became passing options and dominated matches entirely through passing. No yer was allowed to hold the ball for too long or stray from the tactical system.


    Given this, it''s easy to understand why Van Gaal often shed with Rivaldo; the greater a superstar''s freedom to y, the less room Van Gaal allowed for that. Aldrich thought Van Gaal was right on this matter because, as a coach himself, he wouldn''t tolerate yers who disrupted the team''s tactical integrity.


    After taking charge at Barcelona for less than six months, how effective had Van Gaal been in remodeling the team?


    At least, he didn''t dare let the team attack in a 3-4-3 formation against Millwall.


    In the thirteenth minute of the match, Van Gaal stood up to instruct his Barcelona yers to start pressing hard!


    Soon, Aldrich noticed that Barcelona''s attacking structure became increasingly clear, the small triangr formation evident as they tried to use tight passing to wear down Millwall''s energy while looking to find a crack in their defense.


    However, every time they attempted to push forward, their advances came to an abrupt halt.


    Millwall had at least four defenders and three midfielders dropping back when defending, with the wingers shadowing the full-backs to disrupt their build-up y.


    This tactic was inherently about pressure; as Millwall''s defensepacted, Barcelona''s seemingly harmless side-to-side passing became futile.


    As a result, the stars began to showcase their skills: Figo cut inside down the nk, only to be met by El Gra''s fierce tackle. After Schneider collected the ball, he scanned the situation in front of him and then passed it to the running Nedved.


    Before Guardi could close him down, the Czech international passed the ball back to a more retreating Back.


    Van Gaal urged his yers to regain possession immediately. They rushed towards the man on the ball, and Back had already nned his next move before receiving it. Heunched a long ball to the left nk, where Larsson dropped deep to collect it. The extraordinary right-back Reiziger hadn''t advanced quickly enough and was caught off guard.


    They all knew that Larsson was Millwall''s biggest threat, not just because he was the top scorer in Europest season, but because just six months ago, he had destroyed Barcelona with two goals in Rotterdam.


    So, they all kept a close eye on Larsson.


    However, the Swede was sly today. After receiving the ball, he made a direct pass behind Reiziger.


    The tiny box king, Van Nistelrooy, understood the y perfectly and raced forward to im the ball.


    The biggest w in a pressing style is therge gaps it leaves at the back.


    If the defenders don''t push up to create passing options, the pressure diminishes. But if they press up, they risk being hit on the counter-attack, leaving huge spaces behind. This style requires top defenders and disciplined defensive midfielders to protect those spaces. Guardi couldn''t halt Nedved''s pass in time, allowing Millwall''s counter-attack to brew, which set the stage for a series of problems.


    Van Nistelrooy got there first on the left side just outside the penalty area, turned sharply before Kut�� could close in, andid a square ball into the middle. After passing, he fell to the ground, but he had sessfully delivered the ball.


    Nedved sprinted into Barcelona''s penalty area after receiving a back pass from Back, and his timing was perfect. As the goalkeeper Ba��a and defender Abrdo rushed in to block the angle of his shot, Nedvedid the ball across.


    Shevchenko raced in, just beating Sergi to the ball and nudging it into the open.


    A hush fell over Camp Nou!


    "Shevchenko opens the scoring! Millwall''s whirlwind counter-attack has dismantled Barcelona''s defense! The visiting Millwall leads by one goal, and Barcelona is already teetering on the edge of a cliff! If they can''t turn this around, they''ll fall into the abyss��Millwall has driven Barcelona into a corner!"


    Shevchenko dashed towards Nedved after scoring, jumping into his arms as they celebrated in front of Barcelona''s goal!


    Van Gaal maintained hisposure, while Aldrich showed no change of expression��not even a smile.


    He stood calmly at the sidelines with his hands in the pockets of his coat.


    The yers were used to ncing over at the bench, and when they saw Aldrich''s reaction, they understood that they couldn''t let their guard down��leading a match didn''t mean they could take it easy.


    It had only been twenty minutes.


    As the yers encouraged each other with raised fists while returning to position, they reminded one another to stay focused, never let their attention waver.


    Barcelona ramped up their attacking intensity, but Millwall stood firm like a solid wall.


    On the field, the situation felt as though Barcelona was more active, while Millwall resembled a swamp; anyone or anything that entered dangerous territory would get swallowed up.


    After studying Van Gaal''s triangr passing system, Aldrich didn''t adopt that attacking style. Instead, he did the opposite��applying that triangr concept to his defense. With a chain-link defense, Millwall''spact defensive system became a small triangle, surrounding opponents while moving fluidly through the match to maintain their positional advantage.


    They seldom use offside tactics unless they''re up against a team with a top-notch ymaker at the core. In those situations, they squeeze their midfield line to apply pressure on the ymaker, which helps them better predict the opponent''s passing timing and the forward''s runs, thus raising their chances of sessfully creating an offside��just like inst season''s first leg against Paris Saint-Germain.


    Barcelona''s spiral offensive system needed opponents to rush out for the ball to create deeper spaces, but Millwall ensured the safety of the forty-yard danger zone before their goal with a somewhat static defensive approach. Outside of that forty-yard area, they could pass all they wanted; it was Barcelona, not Millwall, who needed to find the back of the.


    Almost thirteen yearster, today, Mourinho, sitting next to Van Gaal, would use a nearly identical approach to lead Inter Mn to triumph over Van Gaal''s Bayern Munich.


    Seventeen minutester, despite seeming to dominate, Barcelona hadn''t managed a single threatening shot. Giovanni misced a pass, and Makelele intercepted the ball, delivering a low long pass toward the forward Van Nistelrooy.


    The Dutchman received the ball near the center circle, tapped it to one side, and then sent a through ball down the left.


    Larsson cut inside, racing alongside Reiziger.


    As the game progressed, the distance between them grew further and further. Since Cotto had rushed back to cover Larsson''s path, Reiziger decided not to foul.


    But after a few touches, Larsson passed the ball to the right. Shevchenko rushed in from the other side, caught the ball, rushed into the penalty area, and then shot a shot without any obstruction at all!


    The ball rolled along the grass towards the bottom left corner of the goal. Ba��a dove but was a step too slow; the ball slipped through his arm and into the.


    "Shevchenko has scored his second! The Ukrainian forward is on fire today; such a skillful and quick striker is exactly what Barcelona fears!"


    Many fans in Camp Nou held their heads in disbelief.


    The first half wasn''t even over, and they were already two goals down!


    Shevchenko ran toward Larsson again, and the two strikers embraced before simultaneously opening their arms to Van Nistelrooy as he approached for a hug.


    "Barcelona sent over at least seven yers into attack, yet they haven''t had a single dangerous shot, while Millwall attacked with just two or three and already scored twice. It''s a ssic battle between attacking pressure and counter-attacking tactics, and it appears the English manager Hoare is outssing them."


    Both head coaches today were quite unusual.


    Barcelona conceded two goals but Van Gaal remained unshakeable.


    Millwall led by two goals, yet Aldrich was unfazed.


    Leading by two is the most precarious mindset. Aldrich still showed no signs of celebration, only slightly lifted his chin as if to scoff at the entire Camp Nou, disying a posture of confidence.


    Circumstances sculpt heroes; Aldrich believed Van Gaal''s great sess at Ajax stemmed from unique historical factors.


    The Ajax he led was before the Bosman ruling, where the club''s absolute authority over yers allowed him to manage arge group of talented athletes. In a time when yers were at a disadvantage, they were unlikely to defy him and had no choice but to obey.


    Thus, Van Gaal was able to see his idealized tactical philosophy perfectly executed by the yers.


    However, in the post-Bosman era, the egos of superstars grew, and his rigid management style became difficult to apply seamlessly.


    During the season, while Barcelona dominated Real Madrid, Aldrich believed this was less about Barcelona bing stronger and more about Real Madrid shooting themselves in the foot.


    This season, La Liga entered a new era; although Madrid yed four fewer matches thanst season, their points were nearly thirty less than under Capello! Even if you discount those four games for twelve points, that''s still over fifteen points less thanst season!


    Despite undeniably overtaking Real Madrid in direct confrontations, Barcelona remained the team with the most losses among the top six in La Liga and tied for the fourth most goals conceded! This emphasizes just how poor their defense is.


    This poor defense stemmed from therge gaps in pressuring tactics; if they couldn''t maintain control, they risked being shattered by a counter-attack.


    As for the much-discussed 3-3-3-1 formation, it was just a numbers game. The essence stilly in the role-switching between the defensive midfielder and defender. If that yer couldn''t make the transition perfectly, the already fragile defense would appear even weaker.


    This pressing style demands a high level of team synergy, which is why after several years of coboration, Ajax clinched the European title, followed by another appearance in the finals, narrowly losing to Juventus.


    The subsequent Dream Team at Barcelona was heavily influenced by Dutch football, but only that group of yers who had yed together for years, even over a decade, could maximize the tactical effects.


    Once this system encounters top teams before reaching maturity, unforeseen challenges arise��Van Gaal''s European coaching record at Barcelona stands as the best testament to that.


    Still, attacking football is the most marketable, which is why fans cherish this Barcelona.


    Aldrich didn''t intend to engage in a battle of style today.


    Barcelona could take home the des for ir; Millwall was only here for the three points.

 Chapter 275: Pride and Prejudice

    <h4>Chapter 275: Pride and Prejudice</h4>


    With Barcelona down by two, Van Gaal chose to make no substitutions. Although the team''s attack looked vigorous, they were unable to convert their chances.


    As the match progressed, the Barcelona yers grew more and more sluggish, their attacking prowess dwindling, leaving them struggling to find a way to score.


    Millwall''s backline worked together to break down the opponent''s positioning, alerting each other whenever the ball came into a threatening area. At times, they wouldn''t hesitate tomit fouls to stop the opposing team''s progress.


    Several of Barcelona''s free kick specialists struggled to find their rhythm, missing two direct free kicks in a row and both sending the ball into the stands.


    Aldrich watched the game from the sidelines, aplex mix of emotions rising within him.


    Was this the tragedy of Dutch football?


    His thoughts drifted back to a painful memory: three yearster, in the Euro semifinals, the Nethends had faced Italy. The Italians, who had gone down to ten men in the first half, created few chances, while the Dutch unleashed their relentless attack. They missed two penalties during regr time and failed to convert three out of four in the shootout, ultimately falling to Italy.


    That game made Toldo a hero, as he faced six penalties but only conceded one.


    It was a victory that all Italian fans would find hard to forget.


    But what about the damage it inflicted on Dutch fans? And on the global supporters who cherished the beauty of attacking football?


    Dutch football won the hearts of worldwide fans yet consistently fell short on the pitch, unquestioningly crowned the "uncrowned kings."


    Aldrich shook his head, trying not to dwell on such thoughts. He feared bing idealistic; while beauty ismendable, it does not inherently change the score.


    In shes between top teams, desiring both victory and style is a luxury��as distant as it is unattainable.


    During the first-half stoppage time, Barcelona pushed hard to change the score, leaving their defense exposed against counterattacks.


    Today, Barcelona''s biggest issue was their midfield''s inability to intercept effectively.


    Relying solely on Guardi to stifle Millwall''s rapid counterattacks was grossly underestimating them.


    Among the forward lineup of Giovanni, Rivaldo, Enrique, Figo, and Anderson, only Enrique contributed significantly to defense��but he was stuck on the wing, limiting his scope of action.


    Schneider yed a short pass to Back, who, seizing a chance against Giovanni''s futile attempt at a tackle, neatly let the ball pass behind him. Nedved, shielding the ball,id it off to Mak��l��l��, who then fed it forward to Larsson.


    As all Barcelona eyes followed the ball, they suddenly spotted Larsson''s position, sending chills down their spines.


    How did he get to the center-forward position?


    Larsson had his back to the goal, with Kut�� pressing close behind, but Van Nistelrooy was only three meters away, making his run. Kut�� chose to abandon Larsson to mark Van Nistelrooy, wary of being caught off-guard.


    This allowed Larsson to turn and engage directly, charging forward while Barcelona''s defense began to retreat.


    Shevchenko sliced in from the wing again, and in that moment, Larsson found himself at the edge of the box. Everyone expected him to pass to Van Nistelrooy or Shevchenko.


    But just as the defenders shifted their weight, Larsson effortlessly broke through the entire line, and in the regretful gazes of the defenders, he calmly slotted the ball into the corner of the, extending the score to 3-0!


    "0-3! 0-3! Is there still hope for Barcelona? Larsson''s goal has essentially sentenced Barcelona to death. Given their recent two home defeats, it seems they have almost no chance of breaking out of the group. Finishing top is a dream; second ce may be attainable, but they certainly won''t be among the two best teams across all groups."


    As that ball hit the, the first half came to an end.


    Larsson became the center of attention, a key figure in this first half, which resembled Shevchenko''s earlier brace and altered the course of the match.


    The massive boos from Camp Nou seemed directed at Aldrich.


    As both teams returned for the second half, Aldrich chose to remain in the coaching seat, his expression still stern, as if he were naturally unexpressive.


    Millwall''s substitutes warmed up on the sidelines.


    Barcelonaunched a fierce attack in the second half, but again struggled to find the key to score.


    As the 60th minute approached, Millwall made a substitution.


    To the shock of fans around the stadium, Shevchenko and Larsson, the two goal scorers, were reced by the 19-year-old Lampard and the soon-to-be-aged Gattuso.


    Millwall adjusted to a 4-3-2-1 formation and added a midfielder. Gattuso serves as the defensive midfielder, Nedved and Lampard serve as the attacking midfielder, and Ruud van Nistelrooy remains as the lone forward.


    Barcelona''s fans shook their heads in disbelief.


    This was humiliation!


    This was downright disgrace!


    This was bare-faced shame!


    As Aldrich approached to shake hands with the two departing yers during the substitution, he said, "Conserve your energy; the season has only just begun."


    Aldrich sinctly expressed his rationale for the changes.


    Larsson understood fully; having been highly activest season, he ended up injured��at his age, he was well aware of the importance of protecting his body.


    Shevchenko felt a bit frustrated; he believed he still had more goals in him, perhaps even a hat trick.


    However, Larsson had noints; he dared not voice any discontent.


    They both exchanged high fives with each coach before sitting down, chatting andughing.


    Gattuso, newly introduced, quickly fouled Figo, earning a yellow card.


    Barcelona had several seasoned yers who would surely capitalize on Millwall''s recently altered formation, targeting their most vulnerable spots.


    However, after this mistake, Gattuso quickly integrated into the rhythm of the game. In one-on-one defense, he relies on his own courage and effort. While his skills can''t be described as weak, it''s clear he''s a little behind the top yers, so he makes up for it with teamwork, which he does extremely well under Aldridge''s guidance.


    Barcelona''s aggressive y continued, but their defense faced constant rms.


    After recing two wingers, Millwall''s offense became more direct, transitioning quickly to attack in small spaces through the center with their forwards pushing up along.


    After a couple of costly passes, Lampard delivered a sublime over-the-top through ball. Nedved, channeling his inner forward, dashed forward, sessfully avoiding the offside trap, embarking on a long run!


    As he neared the goal, Ba��a charged out to block Nedved''s angle for a shot. Instead, Nedved flicked a pass into Van Nistelrooy''s path, who slotted the ball into an empty. Barcelona had no defenders chasing back!


    "Spain''s giants, Barcelona, seem to have surrendered. They are utterly powerless against Millwall''s incisive, lethal counterattacks. Van Gaal''s tactical system is failing today��no attacking ir and an easily breached defense. Perhaps Van Gaal should set aside his championship coach ego and genuinely understand Millwall''s yers. Larsson, Shevchenko, Nedved��all exhibit zing speed. With such gaps in Barcelona''s backline, what can their defenders do against opponents sprinting straight at them, aside frommitting fouls?"


    Van Gaal remained as unperturbed as ever, resembling a mountain that remained immovable in adversity. Meanwhile, Aldrich continued to make substitutions.


    Gronkjaer came on for the recently scored Van Nistelrooy.


    Van Nistelrooy enjoyed the day; he had an assist and a goal at Camp Nou.


    With Trezeguet injured, he felt he had a chance to challenge for a starting position.


    In this first team, as Ronaldinho had told Aldrich, things like Van Nistelrooy being "selfish" simply wouldn''t happen. The reason was straightforward��he was the star in the reserves but merely a supporting character in the first team. If he wanted to be the lead, he had to excel in that supporting role first.


    Van Nistelrooy understood this point well.


    After Gronkjaer reced him, Millwall had no true center forward left. If Gronkjaer was considered a winger, Millwall didn''t even have a striker.


    Barcelona''s fans felt this was a humiliation from Millwall.


    Aldrich was crossing the line; he was killing them without reserve, leaving Barcelona with no shred of dignity!


    Substituting out the goal scorers and throwing a bunch of inexperienced kids into the ring against a La Liga giant like Barcelona is a bold move.


    If everyone on the Barcelona coaching staff sees this as a humiliation for Millwall, then Aldrich would be quite pleased.


    Because it would likely cause them to lose their cool, further clouding their judgment and preventing them from grasping reality.


    The oue of the match was set in stone, but for pride, couldn''t they score at least one goal at home?


    They failed to score against Dynamo Kyiv at home and now trail even further, with Barca still without a goal. What face do they have left?


    As a result, Barcelona pressed up the field, their offensive structurepletely copsed, stacking yers forward as if to overwhelm Millwall''s defense with sheer numbers.


    Seeing the situation unfold like this, Aldrich felt a sense of ease.


    The match had be simpler.


    Zambrotta cleared the ball with a massive boot, and as Gronkjaer sprinted forward from midfield, he gave Ab no chance to impede him, charging into the opposing half solo.


    Aldrich''s substitutions were not about humiliation; bringing on Lampard and Gattuso was to solidify defense and fully unleash Nedved. The reason for introducing Gronkjaer was even simpler.


    The Danish wing wizard was much faster than Van Nistelrooy!


    When Bahia left the goal interception and was about to meet his opponent outside the penalty area, Gronkjaer subtle shot made the Camp Nou fans start to hide their faces. The ball soared through the air, creating a stunning arc that seemed to be heading towards Barcelona''s empty.


    At that moment...


    Gronkjaer was left astonished, as the ball struck the crossbar and rebounded back.


    Ba��a pivoted to chase back while Gronkjaer prepared to celebrate. But shocked to find the ball had not gone in, he realized he wouldn''t catch up to Ba��a now.


    Yet, some yers never give up. Nedved, sprinting alongside Ba��a, matched him stride for stride, and as Ba��a gained speed, Nedved had already outpaced him. He connected with the rebounding ball for a confident volley, sending it straight into the!


    "0-5! The only remaining question is whether Barcelona will score at home. This result will surely provoke reflection among the Barca hierarchy. For a club of their stature, not only winning but winning beautifully matters. Yet, when victory itself eludes them, what''s the use of style? They''ve belittled teams like Dynamo Kyiv and Millwall, yet Barcelona is unable to find the, and while they y beautifully, there''s no disputing they are on the losing end��losing by a wide margin."


    After his goal, Nedved returned to embrace Gronkjaer, who stood with arms akimbo and a wry smile. He nted a kiss on his head before they strode back together, while the other Millwall yers dashed toward the section of stands containing less than two thousand traveling fans, celebrating wildly!


    In the waning minutes of the match, Barcelona utterly lost any attacking impetus.


    After all, ineffective attacks only left them open to counterattacks; they opted to run down the clock and urged the referee to blow the final whistle.


    As stoppage time was announced, Aldrich rose calmly from the bench, hands in his coat pockets, and walked steadily toward the yers'' tunnel.


    All fans who watched the game remembered this seemingly indifferent young coach. People have a strange misconception that it is not so much that Van Gaal looks down on Aldridge, but that Aldridge ignores Van Gaal and even scoffs at the idea of ??shaking hands.

 Chapter 276: Chasing the Golden Dream

    <h4>Chapter 276: Chasing the Golden Dream</h4>


    The atmosphere in the post-match press conference was strange. Aldrich sat on the stage, his expression calm as he waited for questions from the reporters.


    Media from outside Catalonia were on edge, anticipating Aldrich''s response to the Catn media''s jabs.


    Any inquiries about the match itself seemed dull now. In fact, Millwall''s stunning 5-0 victory over Barcelona was already a shocking headline, with plenty to write about.


    Time ticked by in silence. The Catn journalists were hesitant to ask questions, knowing it would only backfire.


    Seeing this, other reporters grew frustrated and began to stir the pot.


    "Now that the match is over, Mr. Aldrich, do you have anything to say to Van Gaal?"


    Aldrich took a sip of water to clear his throat and replied tly, "No, I don''t know him. Given his previous remarks, I don''t want to discuss anything rted to him."


    ...


    Throughout the trip to Barcelona, Aldrich exuded an air of detachment that bordered on the surreal.


    It seemed he didn''t care at all about Van Gaal''s disrespect towards Millwall or himself.


    He felt there was no need to adopt the petty demeanor of someone who revels in their own sess, celebrating a win to an obnoxious degree.


    Those who are arrogant right now will eventually pay for it.


    He wasn''t like Mourinho, who had a history of issues with Barcelona, facing them two or three times a year only when luck was against him.


    After securing three points from the win over Barcelona, Aldrich chose to put the Catn club out of his mind for the next two weeks until their next sh.


    Upon returning to London, Aldrich immediately took a car to a high-end restaurant, where he met several people already waiting for him in a private booth.


    Andrew was there with two assistants, Yvonne and Adam, along with a representative from Puma, discussing important matters.


    With just half a month until the Ballon d''Or voting deadline, the club, agents, and sponsors knew they had to work together to help their yers clinch the award.


    Millwall was certain of having two nominees: Larsson and Nedved.


    Nedved had actually made the shortlistst year but ended up with a single-digit score. Finishing second in the Premier League and as a runner-up in the European Championship only allowed him to get a brief mention, while his fellow countryman Poborsky made it into the top ten.


    This year was different; without any major tournaments, the Confederations Cup served as a training ground with minimal impact.


    However,petition was still fierce.


    The biggest rival was undoubtedlyst season''s standout from Barcelona, the alien Ronaldo, who only had the Spanish Cup to his name and a Copa Am��rica title from the summer of ''97.


    The silver lining was that the Copa Am��rica was an event from another continent.


    Who should Aldrich back, Larsson or Nedved?


    He initially didn''t want to get involved, but if he didn''t push for any attention, it was possible neither yer would have a shot at the top.


    Last year''s European Golden Boot winner was a significant advantage for Larsson.


    In this impending promotional campaign, Larsson''s seasonal stats and honors would be powerful weapons in swaying voters'' judgments.


    After six hours of negotiations, representatives from all sides began to leave the restaurant, each ready to start coordinated efforts.


    Puma, not only a partner of Millwall, sought to maintain a long-term rtionship, with several Millwall stars as their brand ambassadors.


    Larsson''s shoe line, Phantom, wasunched, with advertisements airing across European television stations.


    Millwall''s partnership with Armani featured ads on billboards in major Europeanndmarks, sparking a wave of fashion with the young, fit Millwall "model" team.


    The club''s marketing team, led by Yvonne, shared meticulously crafted highlight reels of Larsson''s performances online, ensuring these videos upied trending spaces on all football-rted tforms across Europe.


    Having yed for Millwall for three and a half years, Larsson''s total goal count had already be the club''s highest in history.


    Sometimes, when observing a single goal or two, one might not realize the greatness of a forward.


    Yet, a highlight reel can deliver the most stunning visual impact.


    Yvonne invested a significant budget to have a team create the best videoption, producing four in total.


    The first was aplete goals highlight reel, documenting over 150 goals Larsson scored for both club and country in that time frame.


    The second focused on assists, showcasing his ymaking abilities as a forward, emphasizing his all-around skill set.


    The thirdpiled key moments, highlighting Larsson''s crucial goals in the Premier League title racest season, helping Millwall ascend to the summit with an unstoppable force. He scored in the FA Cup and the Cup Winners'' Cup final, showing considerable improvement in his performance during pivotal matches, especially with Ronaldo overshadowing him in the final.


    The fourth was almost like a textbook, illustrating the many ways Larsson could score.


    Taps, long shots, headers, left foot, right foot, volleys, chips��every style he had used to find the back of the was showcased, resembling a manual for finishing techniques.


    As Aldrich''s agent, Andrew became active, meeting with higher-ups in mainstream newspapers as well as private discussions with television station leaders. He made sure these highlight reels were promoted on TV and began building hype for Larsson through newspapers and football programs.


    He didn''t require them to sing Larsson''s praises; just a discussion about his performances would boost his visibility, which was a significant advantage.


    The atmosphere at Millwall was calm; when Aldrich faced the press, he easily stated, "Larsson, Nedved, Makelele, Shevchenko, Trezeguet, Southgate... uh, sorry, but I believe my yers all deserve to be considered for the Ballon d''Or. Who will win? Who will make the top ten? To be fair, being able to help a club like Millwall rise from the second-tier league to the top league in just three years, while achieving recognition on the European stage, my yers are all remarkable. Their names might not be widely known, but considering their achievements, I think many of them deserve a spot in the top ten."


    It was inevitable that the British media focused on the Ballon d''Or. Last year, Shearer was third in the awards, and this year there weren''t any standout English yerspeting, so they naturally hoped for someone from an English club to receive the honor.


    Millwall yers quickly emerged as favorites.


    Larsson became the most celebrated star.


    With the Premier League title, FA Cup title, Cup Winners'' Cup title, Premier League top scorer, and European top scorer under his belt, Larsson''s name shone brightly.


    In mid-November, just before the Ballon d''Or voting deadline, Millwall had a Champions League group stage match against Barcelona, who they had faced two weeks earlier.


    During this sensitive time for the Ballon d''Or, Barcelona was feeling the heat.


    They only had two yers who could contend for the award: Figo and Enrique.


    Another hot candidate from Barcelona was now with Inter Mn.


    Moreover, given the current situation in their group, they hardly had the bandwidth to concern themselves with the Ballon d''Or.


    With two losses and a draw in their group stage, did they still have a chance to advance?


    There might be a glimmer of hope.


    Ahead of this match, Van Gaal found himself in London, experiencing the formidable atmosphere of Fleet Street.


    During the pre-match press conference, despite stating that Barcelona still had hopes of advancing, he imed that as long as they beat Millwall, he couldn''t predict what would happen in thest two matches.


    Meanwhile, Fleet Street ridiculed him, resurfacingments Van Gaal had made two weeks prior.


    "Mr. Van Gaal, perhaps English football doesn''t seem strong in your mind, and the teams seeding in the Premier League have nothing to brag about, but under your leadership, Barcelona set a rather embarrassing record for losses at the Camp Nou. Do you still stand by your earlierments?"


    "I don''t want to discuss unrted topics."


    "Oh, how funny! Two weeks ago, you made plenty of irrelevant remarks, and now you''ve changed your stance?"


    "Millwall''s victory was ugly; they only cowered in their half to defend. All they did was counter-attack, and they simply got lucky with a big win; that''s all!"


    Van Gaal remained the arrogant man he was, refusing to admit defeat even when his face was in the dirt.


    When the two teams met at Wembley, Aldrich''s demeanor echoed what it had been two weeks earlier.


    He didn''t reach out for a handshake, opting to stand on the sidelines and direct his team.


    His mood was hard to decipher; across the past month, Millwall had recorded a win and a draw in the Premier League, maintaining solid form, while Manchester United also had a win and a loss, which narrowed the points gap.


    Last year at this time, Millwall had a lead of over ten points; now they trailed United by just one.


    Still, the outside world praised Millwall highly.


    Comparisons between team records were often unkind.


    Last year, Millwall focused solely on the league and, with a massive advantage in the second half of the season, could afford to divert some energy into the FA Cup and the Cup Winners'' Cup, eventually winning both.


    Despite being the defending champions in the Premier Leaguest season, the young talent at Manchester United had many yers participating in the Champions League as first-team yers for the very first time, since they had not qualified in prior years.


    Faced with the dual challenge of European and league matches, United almost came undone, struggling through their Champions League group and enduring a series of league defeats. Numerous records fell, and chatter about the erosion of the United dynasty filled the air.


    However, Millwall was not only making its Champions League debut but also performing well, showcasing a promising route to advancement in the group stage without falling behind in the league.


    Having reached this point was enough to elevate Millwall''s standing further in the public eye.


    Wembley Stadium was packed to capacity.


    The Millwall vs. Barcelona match was a rare treat for fans.


    The Lions'' supporters arrived at Wembley with a rxed mindset, as their beloved team was expected to advance from the group. They were eager to see what a powerhouse like Barcelona could really do.


    After all, having conceded five goals at home, how could they not submit in Wembley?

 Chapter 277: Goals Galore

    <h4>Chapter 277: Goals Galore</h4>


    A football match is a showdown between two teamspeting for 90 minutes of victory, but when one side can''t even ept a draw, it obviously puts them at a disadvantage.


    In the Champions League group stage, Aldrich poured tremendous effort into every match during the first three rounds. A single loss could send everything spiraling in the wrong direction.


    Fortunately, Millwall had triumphed in all three of their matches, while Barcelona had yet to win any. It was clear that the Catn side was now in a must-win situation as they visited London.


    This created a more rxed atmosphere for Millwall, both in terms of team mentality and tactics devised by their coach.


    Under Van Gaal''s influence, the team embraced an attacking style of y, and Barcelona needed to attack aggressively, even away from home.


    At Wembley, the yers shook hands on the pitch as fans looked on. Barcelona''s starting lineup remained unchanged from two weeks prior.


    Millwall made a single change, with the returning Pirlo making his Champions League debut today.


    Back, having endured a grueling start to the new season, had reached his peak performance. Just ten days ago, he had shown signs of fatigue, leading to disorganization in Millwall''s midfield and a disappointing draw in the league.


    Thankfully, Pirlo came back at just the right time. In thest league match, he had yed only seventy minutes but showcased great form, securing a quick win for Millwall. He was eager to prove himself in this Champions League sh.


    "Against Barcelona, how could I not be on the field?"


    Without Pirlo, Millwall''s offensive power would be diminished by at least twenty percent!


    Pirlo''s confidence soared. Aldrich had pushed him into the limelight two years ago, and although he hadn''t yed as many matches as Back, his tactical significance in the team was undeniable. Everyone understood that Pirlo was the team''s "brain."


    As the pre-match ceremony concluded, both teams positioned themselves, and the crowd erupted into cheers.


    "Millwall, charge!"


    The fans'' pre-match anthem ended with a roaring chant, rallying their team while putting immense pressure on the visitors.


    With the sound of the referee''s whistle, the match kicked off. Millwall took the first touch; when Van Nistelrooy passed the ball back to Pirlo, their formation quickly advanced, indicating an intent tounch a lightning-fast attack!


    Barcelona needed to score��to win!


    They presumed Millwall would adopt a conservative defensive counterattack like in their previous encounter.


    That assumption wasn''t entirely off.


    Under normal circumstances, with Millwall''s nine points secured, it was predictable that they would opt for counterattacks, taking advantage of their speed against a team suspected to y aggressively.


    Hence, Barcelona''s yers rushed in to contest the ball right after the match began, neglecting their defensive shape, overly confident that Millwall''s forward advances would only result in limited, small-passing ys.


    This fundamental error in their preparation carried disastrous consequences!


    Pirlo controlled the ball,bining effectively with his wingers while the full-backs surged forward to support him. With a few swift passes, Millwall advanced rapidly.


    Just eighteen seconds into the match, Pirlo navigated to the Barcelona frontline, breezing past defenders. Guardi, tasked with marking Nedved, was astonished to see Pirlo reach the frontline, his frustration mounting.


    With the forwards pressing up, the midfielders failed to retreat effectively. What were they thinking?!


    Guardi abandoned his mark on Nedved to focus on Pirlo. The Italian maestro effortlessly lifted the ball to the wing, where Sergio closely marked Shevchenko. The ball soared over their heads, and Schneider surged from behind. At the same time, Nedved and Shevchenko made incisive runs towards the near post, while Van Nistelrooy moved left to prepare for a pass at the far post. The trio shattered Barcelona''s defensive line.


    Schneider received the ball and crossed into the middle, Larsson ghosted in from behind Ruud van Nistelrooy and deftly redirected the ball into the goal.


    "Half a minute into the game, and Millwall has scored! Larsson! The strong candidate for the Ballon d''Or, Larsson, hasted again! He runs joyously, pointing to the sky, a picture of happiness. In a team like this, scoring brings him the greatest joy! Schneider hugs him tightly, and Larsson kneels, mimicking a boot-cleaning celebration for Schneider. This fantastic striker knows his achievements are built on the excellent y around him! Though Van Gaal has long criticized Millwall for their unattractive style, Hall showcases the unique ir of Millwall to everyone. They''re not bound by a single approach; they skillfully use a variety of tactics, and when they decide to y beautiful football, which team can match their elegance?"


    Barcelona''s start was abysmal!


    Their pre-match resolve to overturn the situation suffered a severe blow.


    Van Gaal remained stone-faced on the sidelines, his demeanor far from theposed tranquility of two weeks prior, instead portraying a numb resignation.


    Barcelona had been incredibly dominant since his takeover at the beginning of the season!


    In the first nine league matches, they racked up eight wins and one draw, even toppling Real Madrid at the Bernab��u just two weeks before facing Millwall!


    But their crushing 0:5 defeat at home to Millwall abruptly dismantled their previously invincible momentum, leading to consecutive losses and a stark decline from earlier in the season.


    Today, they had misread their opponents'' strategy, taking a vicious hit right off the bat, leaving Barcelona scrambling forposure.


    Aldrich stood calmly on the sidelines, apuding his team''s goal.


    He rarely indulged in wild celebrations anymore, and when he did, it was more of a subtle statement. He was still the center of attention on camera.


    Especially in matches like this, the less he celebrated, the louder his unspoken promation: ying against Barcelona, it''s only natural for my team to score, right? Why get so worked up?


    In the Wembley match, Millwall didn''t have the extreme home advantage. Thus, they couldn''t afford to lose control of the game. Against PSV, it had been the same; against Barcelona, counterattacking was viable away from home, but at Wembley, it simply wasn''t necessary.


    In terms of game control, Millwall''s overall passing and possession capabilities were definitely stronger than Barcelona''s. Six months ago, on an individual talent level, they might struggle against the star-studded rival, but as a cohesive unit, Millwall thrived.


    The outside world failed to grasp what kind of style Millwall embodied. Were they a symbol of attacking football? Hardly��at least not in the first three Champions League matches, where they revealed no extreme attacking intent.


    From Aldrich''s perspective, overemphasis on style could hinder a team''s progress.


    A truly powerful team, unique in its approach, was a rarity; teams boasting such distinctiveness often had difficulty maintaining sess. Only those willing to adapt to changing circumstances can achievesting sess.


    He believed many teams fell victim to the "style trap," like Arsenal a decadeter, where Wenger obsessed over beautiful football yet forgot the very essence thatid their foundation. Cruyff''s dream Barcelona copsed under his relentless pursuit of aesthetics.


    It wasn''t umon for a team to seed by adhering to a specific style, but the cycle for such sess was lengthy, making sustained brilliance hard to achieve.


    What other coaches pursued was beyond Aldrich''s concern, and he chose not to judge.


    Hecked grand ideals of doctrinal ambition; his sole aim was to ensure the team''s sess��sustained sess��minimizing the cycles between peaks and valleys. This necessitated a diversified approach to style, avoiding extremes. Utilizing top talent with the most fitting tactics, adapting to individual needs.


    He didn''t mind when outsiders criticized Millwall as a track team or condemned their ugly defensive y for victories.


    He was victorious and the oue was clear; he really didn''t care what anyone else said. Living under the influence of other people''sments will definitely never make you happy.


    After conceding, Barcelona didn''t quickly regain theirposure. They became hesitant, caught between the fear of conceding another goal and the desire to equalize.


    This mindset disjointed their attack and defense, leaving the midfield entirely reactive!


    In the eleventh minute, Guardi found himselfcking options and decided to attempt a risky through ball, hoping to slice through Millwall''s defense with a surgical pass.


    Such underestimation!


    Makelele denied Guardi the chance for his assist; intercepting the pass smoothly, heid the ball off to Shevchenko. The Ukrainian dribbled sideways and returned it to the advancing Pirlo, who evaded Gio''s challenge and responded with a surgical through ball back at Barcelona.


    The ball zipped between Abrdo and Sergio, catching Nedved off-guard as he burst into the gap of the opponent''s defense, receiving the ball with a deft half-turn before lofting a cross to the far post.


    The ball flew toward the back post, and with impable timing, Larsson arrived, leaping high to direct it into the guarded by Ba��a.


    "Larsson scores again,pleting a brace! He connected with Nedved''s cross! Millwall is on a wild rampage��Barcelona lookspletely lost, their defense riddled with holes! Interestingly, before facing Millwall, Barcelona''s defense had drawn criticism. Still, they averaged only about one goal conceded per game. After being thrashed 5-0 against Millwall, their recent games saw a spike, with an average of over 2.5 goals conceded. Their defense suddenly appeared fragile!"


    Teammates rushed to Larsson, celebrating his goal. At this critical juncture in the Ballon d''Or race, both he and Nedved were in ster form, crucial for their nominations, especially with a formidable opponent like Barcelona showcasing their talent.


    Following this goal, Barcelona''s yers fully awakened.


    They felt liberated!


    Indeed, what psychological burden remained for a team down by two goals away from home?


    They should forget about beating their opponents or hoping for luck. They should abandon thoughts of league points or group stage qualifications.


    Simply y out the rest of the match!


    Barcelona''s performance felt puzzling; they appeared inept at 0:0 and 1:0, their morale at rock bottom.


    Yet after going 2:0 down, they rallied back. Their aggressive y shifted from desperation to what seemed like a standard y in a less intense environment.

 Chapter 278: Spark of Attacking Football

    <h4>Chapter 278: Spark of Attacking Football</h4>


    When Barcelona finally shed their burdens, their performance not only stabilized but also exceeded their usual individual levels.


    Barcelona are good at controlling the tempo and pressing forward; they don''t retreat into a defensive formation.Therefore, when Millwall approached today''s match with the same intent to dominate and attack, the sh between the two teams sparked bright sparks of excitement.


    From the fifteenth minute onward, it was as if the audience had entered another realm.


    The yers on both sides fiercely contested every inch of the field, the pace so fast that even the cameras struggled to keep up. Thementators hardly had a moment to catch their breath.


    The ball flew back and forth, with possession changing hands multiple times in a short span. With both teams showcasing high-level y, they exploited each other''s defensive weaknesses,unching deadly counterattacks. On average, there was a threatening shot every minute, making the match incredibly thrilling!


    In the twenty-eighth minute, Anderson received a cross from Figo but chose not to attempt a powerful header. Instead, heid the ball off for the advancing Rivaldo.


    In the tight space just outside the penalty area, Rivaldo controlled the ball, surging past the defensive squeeze from Elghra and Schneider before volleying a left-footed shot just as the ball was about to hit the ground. The ball rolled past Butt, who was rushing out!


    Rivaldo breached Butt''s goal, pulling one back for Barcelona!


    Eight minutester, Nedved elerated past Guardi and took a shot from distance. Ba��a scrambled to deflect the ball out, but the reboundnded right in front of Larsson, who executed a stunning overhead kick, sending the ball crashing into Barcelona''s!


    3:1


    Millwall extended their lead rapidly, and Larssonpleted his hat trick!


    In stoppage time of the first half, Pirlomitted a foul, leading to a free kick for Barcelona. Figo took the kick, fooling everyone; instead of shooting, he passed the ball sideways. Guardi slipped in, unleashing a world-ss shot that pierced through Butt''s defense, striking back with power!


    3:2


    The teams made their way back to the locker rooms.


    As the second half kicked off, neither team showed any signs of backing down or taking a conservative approach.


    Just as the second half began, Figo brilliantlybined utility with speed along the wing. Having failed his first three attempts against Schneider, this time he seeded and delivered a pinpoint cross.


    Elghra misjudged the situation, and after mistakenly climbing over, Anderson capitalized with a close-range header, beating Butt with ease!


    3:3


    They''d gone mad! Absolutely crazy!


    Both teams were in a state of frenzy.


    Barcelona saw the hope of aeback, while Millwall faced immense pressure after conceding the equalizer.


    The yers nced at Aldrich, who smiled and gave a thumbs-up towards Barcelona''s half.


    At this moment, there was no turning back, no ying it safe, and certainly no room for second-guessing.


    The yers quickly shrugged off the disappointment of conceding, reigniting their fighting spirit.


    This match wasn''t just a high-level spectacle for the fans; it was a dream stage for the yers.


    They weren''t afraid of strong opponents; the stronger the opponents were, the stronger the sense of achievement would be in oveing them!


    As Barcelona continued their desperate assault, Millwall remained calm under pressure, quickly regaining control of the match.


    Pirlo made a brilliant pass into the left nk. Larsson, closely marked, deliberately let the ball roll past him. It mysteriously rolled into the open space behind Reiziger, where Zambrotta, arriving without stopping the ball, sent in a high-quality cross to the far post. The Ukrainian powerhouse leaped and attempted a header, which Ba��a managed to deflect. However, Van Nistelrooy was on hand to pounce on the loose ball, taking a sharp shot into the.


    4:3


    The roar of the "king of the goal area" did not shake Barcelona''s determination.


    From then on, the pulsating action continued, yet both sides sharpened their defensive precision to prevent any minor slip-ups, and the goal-fest seemed to hit a deadlock.


    In thest ten minutes, Barcelona fully embraced an all-or-nothing mentality, pushing up desperately. Just five minutes before the end of the match, Millwallunched a devastating counterattack thatpletely sealed the oue.


    The steel giant Nedved clearly disyed his physical advantage in the final moments, sprinting forward at full speed. After supporting Larsson''s countery, Nedved found himself one-on-one with Ba��a.


    Nedved struck with a powerful drive, sending the ball into the Barcelona for the final goal of the match.


    5:3


    While Millwall didn''t dominate every aspect of the game, in such a gripping and passionate match, they showcased their superior qualities and ultimately emerged victorious.


    As the final whistle blew, Wembley erupted in apuse, cheers rolling like a wave.


    The standing ovation from the crowd was not just for Millwall; it was also for Barcelona.


    Many old fans of The Lions, witnessing the entire match, couldn''t help but reminisce about Millwall''s first match in the Premier League, a thrilling 5:5 draw against Manchester United that fans still talk about today.


    Millwall''s 0:6 thrashing of Manchester Unitedst season, from a spectator''s point of view, pales inparison to the exhrating 5:5 and today''s 5:3.


    Clearly, fans have their judgment;st season''s undermanned and demoralized Manchester United team was fatigued and posed no threat, which meant that although Millwall won decisively, the match didn''t disy the intense excitement that football can offer.


    Just like boxing, it''s the back-and-forth that makes it interesting.


    And today''s 5:3, in terms of sensory quality, is much more enjoyable than the previous 5:5 draw against Manchester United.


    Because Millwall is stronger now than they were back then; the team is more mature and has a richer style of y. Today''s Barcelona, despite struggling in Europeanpetitions, is still stronger than the Manchester United of that time.


    At Wembley, Ennd''s greatest stadium, a legendary match was born today, bing a ssic in the storied encounters between Millwall and Barcelona.


    Barcelona, with just one point from four group stage games, is undoubtedly out of thepetition. Millwall, on the other hand, is undefeated with four wins; as long as they don''t lose to Dynamo Kyiv in their next match, they will secure a valuable spot in the knockout rounds.


    After the match, yers exchanged jerseys, honoring each other after such an exhrating battle.


    Larsson and Rivaldo swapped jerseys, Nedved with Figo, Pirlo with Guardi...


    Some are of simr ages, leading figures of European football in this era, while others represent new and old generations, such as Guardi��a member of the "Fab Four"��and Pirlo, a rising star ying the same position.


    After the match, Aldrich turned and walked down the yers'' tunnel.


    He didn''t seek out Van Gaal to shake hands; he wasn''t the type to say, "I hate you when I lose, but I can be friends with you if I win."


    In football, the principles of friendship and camaraderie aren''t dictated by the results of a match.


    This match shocked the fans in attendance, astounded viewers at home, and even stunned the media.


    Attacking football is undeniably the most marketable style.


    A team that ys attacking football will garner attention.


    When two teams y attacking football, they are oftenpared.


    And when two teams that excel in attacking styles meet, it''s like fireworks!


    Perhaps before the match, people didn''t have high hopes for the spectacle, thinking Millwall could easily secure victory with a defensive counterattack. Once Barcelona conceded a goal, they would likely fall apart.


    This is one of the drawbacks of Dutch attacking football; it thrives on maintaining momentum, but easily dwindles.


    Yet nobody anticipated that both teams would exceed expectations in their performance.


    Millwall yed aggressively, and Barcelona didn''t give up after falling behind; the two teams showcased a perfect representation of attacking football.


    There were countless goals, numerous threatening attacks, and key duels in both defense and attack. Fans would gasp at a brilliant y being shut down and erupt in excitement as a threatening attack led to a goal.


    As Aldrich sat at the press conference, it seemed the journalists were still absorbed in the match''s drama.


    Before the game started, most reporters had their questions scripted.


    Most would have been mocking Barcelona''s failure, ridiculing their exit.


    But after witnessing such a match, it seemed unwise to ridicule Barcelona; they deserved respect.


    No matter how strong the lead role is, a good show needs solid supporting characters.


    Thus, the journalists tucked away their petty thoughts and turned to more serious discussions about the game.


    "Why did Millwall change their tactics today? Why not stick with the defensive counterattacking strategy from thest match against Barcelona?"


    Aldrich appeared rxed, smiling as he replied, "The opponent is the same; it''s still Barcelona, but the context has changed, and the situation is different. The beauty of football is that even when the same two teams meet, they won''t produce the same match. Even if the score ends up the same, the journey will undoubtedly be different. So, for today''s match, I made choices and judgments in preparation, believing that the tactics used today were the most suitable."


    "Millwall had two stages in the first half where they led by two goals, at 2:0 and 3:1. During those times, did you think Barcelona would equalize to 3:3? If you had made some changes while leading, perhaps the match wouldn''t have had to wait until Nedved''s goal to end the suspense."


    Aldrich took a sip of water, sighed, and shook his head with a smile, "To be honest, when it was 2:0, I thought Barcelona had surrendered, and that Millwall wouldpletely dominate from that point onward. But I was wrong; Barcelona is a worthy opponent to respect and learn from. When I thought they had lost their fight, they exploded with an unimaginable fighting spirit at the toughest moment. That''s something we should learn from. I must admit the yers may have be a bitcent during that period, believing the match was over, but Barcelona''s goal woke them up, and then the game continued, the battle continued."


    "Given Van Gaal''s previousments, do you still praise Barcelona''s performance?"


    "Of course, why not? What Van Gaal says represents his opinion; it doesn''t define a venerable club like Barcelona. I have no personal grudge against him. Barcelona and Millwall are rivals; our rtionship is straightforward. We shouldn''t be adversaries butpetitors fighting for progression in the group."


    "Now that Barcelona ispletely out, why do you think that is?"


    Aldrich pondered for a moment before answering, "It''s because of the first two matches. Losing to Dynamo Kyiv in the first game left them in a vulnerable position. That''s why I continually warned the yers to take every opponent seriously. In such a fiercelypetitive group with so few qualifying spots, the harsh reality means we can''t afford to becent against any opponent. We must never assume that just because a match hasn''t started, we will at least secure a draw or all three points. No one will easily hand you victory; conversely, if you gift your opponent the win, then all subsequent matches wille with additional pressure��mentally and tactically��putting you in a disadvantageous situation."


    "Millwall should be able to qualify now; what are your goals for the journey ahead after the Champions League?"


    "We haven''t secured qualification yet; the goal is simple: give our all in the next match..."

 Chapter 279: First Ballon d’Or winner

    <h4>Chapter 279: First Ballon d''Or winner</h4>


    Millwall maintained a perfect record in their first four group stage matches, scoring 16 goals and conceding just 3. This stat alone set them apart from the 24 teamspeting in the Champions League this season.


    Even formidable teams like Manchester United, Borussia Dortmund, and Real Madrid couldn''t match the impact of this lion from London.


    While it''s expected for traditional powerhouses to achieve good results, the ability of a neer like Millwall to dominate in such a tough group certainly created a sensation.


    The in-form Larsson also catapulted himself into the ranks of top stars.


    Every transfer window, whether in summer or winter, Millwall receives numerous offers to buy Larsson, with the nature of these clubs reflecting his rise in standing.


    Manchester United has persistently pursued Larsson.


    Beyond the UK, top clubs in Italy are also chasing him. However, this summer, names like AC Mn, Barcelona, Inter Mn, and Paris Saint-Germain surfaced among the clubs seeking to sign him. Following the intense battle against Barcelona, Real Madrid made their interest known as well.


    The entire elite of Europe wanted Larsson, which underlined his value.


    Galliani wanted Larsson to don the red and ck of Mn and help revive the club, while Moratti dreamt of pairing Ronaldo and Larsson as a dual threat. Sanz invited Larsson to Santiago Bernab��u to continue the fight against Barcelona...


    Selling yers in winter is unthinkable; it would disrupt ns for the second half of the season. Aldrich was unsure of Larsson''s thoughts, but he wouldn''t approach the yer about it.


    The news from Andrew was encouraging; Larsson showed a rather indifferent reaction to the invitations from major clubs.


    The Swedish national team, having failed to qualify for the ''96 European Championship, was also facing the grim reality of possibly missing out on the 98 World Cup. For Larsson, this painted a bleak picture regarding his chances of winning any honors with the national team. With his appearances on the international stage being disappointingly rare, and at 26��the golden age of his career��he understood that he had to work even harder at the club to achieve greatness and enhance his legacy.


    Millwall was a team that Aldrich had meticulously built over three and a half years. Its strength was on the rise, and with bright prospects ahead, there was no reason for Larsson to consider leaving.


    On a misty morning, long before five o''clock, Aldrich rose early, dressed in his sports gear, and slipped a walkman into his pocket, nning to go for a jog while listening to music.


    As he stepped outside, he noticed movement at his neighbor''s house. The door was wide open, and Yvonne, dressed in matching white sportswear, was getting ready, putting earbuds in her ears. Upon seeing Aldrich, she walked over with a smile and asked, "Exercising?"


    Aldrich looked her up and down, her curvy figure highlighted by the athletic outfit. The ponytail she wore radiated youthful energy, and her bare face added a natural beauty.


    "Yep, exercising. Want to join?"


    "Let''s go."


    Under the dim morning light, they jogged along the neighborhood sidewalks, chatting casually until they reached a nearby park. As dawn broke, they had breakfast together before parting ways, each driving off to begin a new day of work at the club.


    Although Aldrich was hailed as a legendary young manager in Ennd, his legend wasrgely due to his age rather than his achievements.


    People were excitedly hoping to see him create a football fairy tale, leading the team to unprecedented glories.


    Yet Aldrich remained rational and clear-headed; he was nothing without tangible honors to his name.


    Time passed, and Millwall continued to perform strongly in both the league and Europe.


    In the fifth round of the Champions League group stage at Wembley, Millwall faced Dynamo Kyiv. For Dynamo, trailing Millwall by five points, a draw meant elimination, and while winning could keep their hopes alive, they faced a daunting task to top the group.


    Nevertheless, at Wembley, Millwall offered no chances to Dynamo. Aldrich fielded the full-strength squad, dispatching their opponents 2-0 without breaking a sweat.


    With five wins out of five, Millwall secured the top spot with 15 points.


    In the final group match away at PSV Eindhoven, the Dutch champions had already been eliminated but yed fiercely for pride at home, while Millwall opted for a reserve side.


    New signing Gudjohnsen, having recovered after six months of injury, was finally fit to y.


    Aldrich granted his wish, giving him time on the pitch against PSV, a match that rekindled memories of his exit from the club. Millwall employed a counter-attacking strategy, pairing Gudjohnsen and Van Nistelrooy up front. The game showcased thrilling moments, yet the score remained frustrating for PSV.


    The match ended 4-2, with both Van Nistelrooy and Gudjohnsen each scoring twice. Thetter celebrated wildly, as if exacting revenge for past grievances!


    With the group stage concluded, Millwall advanced to the knockout phase with a perfect record, scoring 22 goals and conceding only 5��a tremendous effort that shook Europe!


    In other groups, Ancelotti was disheartened as his Parma fell to the defending champions Borussia Dortmund. Dortmund finished strong with 15 points, while Parma''s weaknesses were exposed,nding them second with just 9.


    United topped Juventus, also amassing 15 points to progress.


    Real Madrid unsurprisingly secured first ce in theirparatively weaker group.


    Bayern Munich advanced with superior defensive records, edging out Paris Saint-Germain on goal difference.


    Three months ago, Tigana was ecstatic about his favorable draw. Monaco managed to advance with a slight advantage due to their goal difference. Even though they were at a disadvantage, they still advanced to the knockout rounds as second in the group with better results.


    Leverkusen and Juventus grabbed the final two ces among the six second-ced teams.


    Among the eight quarter-finalists, three were German teams. Besidesst season''s champions and runners-up, Dortmund made it into the Champions League again, highlighting the strength of German clubs this year, especially as they all emerged from the group stages.


    All eight teams came from Europe''s top five leagues. Besides the dominant Germans, the English Premier League champions and runners-up also reached thest eight, with the three remaining teams being each nation''sst season champions.


    Undeniably, although this year''s Champions League had expanded, the knockout stage would be fiercelypetitive, showcasing the champions of the top five leagues��truly the stage for champions.


    **December 22nd.**


    **Ballon d''Or Award Ceremony.**


    Aldrich did not attend this grand event, as he was focused on training and matches with the fast-paced Premier League schedule.


    Two Millwall yers, Nedved and Larsson, had been given time off to attend the celebration.


    When the voting results were revealed, the apuse was thunderous.


    Larsson won the Ballon d''Or by the narrowest of margins over the extraterrestrial Ronaldo!


    Before stepping onto the stage to ept his award, Larsson embraced Nedved tightly, his eyes glistening with tears.


    Nedved whispered congrattions and urged Larsson to take the stage.


    After receiving the Ballon d''Or, Larsson''s first words were, "This award belongs to the entire Millwall team!"


    His second statement was, "If I hadn''t met Coach Aldrich Hall, I wouldn''t be standing here."


    ...


    In the final voting list for the Ballon d''Or that year, La Liga champion Mijatovic ranked third, Juventus Zidane ranked fourth, Nedved ranked fifth, and Bergkamp ranked behind.


    In Southeast London, themunity radiating from Millwall rejoiced when the Ballon d''Or was announced.


    Millwall has its own Ballon d''Or winner!


    This would raise Millwall''s profile tremendously, significantly boosting Aldrich''s reputation.


    The young manager produced a Ballon d''Or winner!


    This was a massive motivation for Millwall''s yers.


    The young yers aspired to reach the heights that Larsson had achieved!


    This year''s Christmas showdown promised excitement for the fans of both Manchester United and Millwall.


    The two teams would face off at Old Trafford in a high-stakes sh between two top-tier teams.


    Since defeating Barcelona in the fourth round of the Champions League, Millwall could now dedicate more energy to the league.


    In theirst few matches, they performed well, with just one draw and aplete victory otherwise. Meanwhile, they also triumphed over a League One team, Manchester City, in the quarter-finals of the league cup. In January, they would face Middlesbrough in the semi-finals.


    Heading to Old Trafford, Aldrich''s squad was missing Nedved and Larsson, both on a week-long vacation.


    With Christmas upon them, the team''s testing time had arrived.


    At Old Trafford, Ferguson approached Aldrich before the match, extending his hand and calmly saying, "Congrattions on nurturing a Ballon d''Or winner. That''s quite an achievement. It seems Manchester United won''t have the chance to sign Larsson."


    Aldridge shook his head and replied: "There is an element of luck. Last season''s Champions League champion was Dortmund, and Sammer won the Ballon d''Orst year. This year, the judges will no longer favor defenders. Ronaldo is now ying for It''s Inter Mn, not the Champions League, and Larsson performed wellst month and his impression points increased significantly. If it weren''t for this, the Ballon d''Or would definitely belong to Ronaldo again."


    "What are you thinking so much for? Your yer just scored the Ballon d''Or; you should just celebrate!"


    Aldrich allowed himself a slight smile, nodding, "Yeah, happiness is what matters. There''s no need to think about anything else."


    "It''s you and me in the title race again this year. Are you confident about defending your title?"


    "What do you think?"


    "Ha, shall we grab a drink after the match?"


    "Is the 82 Lafite ready?"


    "It''s been in my wine cer all along."


    After finishing their conversation, Ferguson took his seat on the bench while Aldrich stood on the sidelines.


    The yers entered the field in an orderly manner.


    Today, Aldridge decided to rece Nedved with Lampard. Back''s good form at the beginning of the season seems to have run out, and he has been unable to regain form in the past month and his performance has been inconsistent. With the holiday season buzzing and a festive atmosphere in the air, Aldridge is really worried about Back. At least Lampard has a mental advantage as he may be able to handle the Christmas schedule better than foreign yers. As for what level he can perform, let''s see in the game.


    Recovered from his injury, Gudjohnsen reced Larsson. The dic did notck ability, as he had already represented PSV in the Champions League over two years ago. If not for the inept team doctor at PSV, Millwall wouldn''t have had the chance to sign him.


    Manchester United had been on an overbearing streaktely.


    While Millwall remained unbeaten, with only a single draw, United had won every match, often byrge margins. Not winning by three or four goals felt beneath the Red Devils'' reputation.


    This widened the point gap between the two teams to three points.


    Without a doubt, today''s fixture would be a six-point battle.


    It would determine the halfway champion of the Premier League!

 Chapter 280: Christmas Showdown

    <h4>Chapter 280: Christmas Showdown</h4>


    As Aldrich conversed with Ferguson, the gentle sunlight bathed the pitch, but within ten minutes of the match starting, light rain began to fall.


    Aldridge stood on the sidelines, his jacket soaked through, and he was seriously directing his yers. Lampard and Gudjohnsen are not yet able to fill the vacancies of Nedv��d and Larsson; thetter serves as an attacking midfielder and the other as a winger, both of which are important positions in the attacking formation.


    Trailing in points, Aldrich brought his defending champion team here and would naturally not adopt a conservative strategy. Settling for a draw would mean conceding momentum to Manchester United.


    He expected Ferguson to y more conservatively, yet even after being beaten by Aldrich''s side twicest season, Ferguson''s team yed explosively at home today.


    United had changed; the new generation of Red Devils was now expected to deliver results under Ferguson!


    Without discussing tactics, just in terms of yer movements, Millwall was at a disadvantage, struggling to maintain even basic bnce.


    Especially on the nks, with Giggs and Beckham, this golden duo not only excelled in both dribbling and crossing but was also relentless workers on the field!


    In the past, Millwall had exploited Manchester United''s weak nk defense, but those moments seemed a thing of the past now.


    Ten years ago, it was normal for yers to cover ten kilometers in a match; reaching twelve or thirteen kilometers marked them as ironmen.


    However, Beckham''s average running distance this season is over thirteen kilometers, sometimes even exceeding fifteen!


    Giggs also matched this intensity, meaning that even with only two midfielders, Keane and Scholes, United''s defense remained strong.


    Scholes, a former shadow striker turned attacking midfielder, had made a remarkable leap this season; while his performance was averagest year, he had now reached masterful levels on both offensive and defensive ends. Alongside the tough Keane, their diamond midfield formed a potentbination not inferior to any top club!


    The only ring weakness was the forward lineup��Solskjaer''s injury left Andy Cole and Sheringham struggling to impress. Though they scored, their tally fell short of what a top-tier striker should achieve.


    In this biting rain, Aldridge missed Nedved a little.


    Lampard could not rece Nedved; his ying style had developed into something quite different.


    If he was to performte surging shots from the attacking midfielder position, he needed to be deeper on the field. Hecked the awareness to dribble past defenders under a forward''s cover. Whether he had the ability was unclear to Aldrich, but Lampard was already ustomed to shooting from outside the box.


    Pirlo struggled to form a connection with him, often trying to send through balls he thought were aimed at the forwards, not him.


    Aldrich nearly pointed at Schmeichel from the sidelines, shouting at Lampard: "In the attack, your opponent is this Danish goalkeeper, not Keane!"


    Lampard seemed bogged down by positional duels; perhaps Aldrich needed to fix him into positions closer to Pirlo or Makelele.


    Yet if he was to slot behind Pirlo and Back, Makelele had Gattuso ahead of him.


    This was a headache for Aldrich; after all, Millwall''s attacking midfielders yed more like second strikers.


    Today''s match was a sh of Premier League titans, with an extraordinarily fast pace. United was notorious for their rapid y, using the width of the pitch to create substantial threats.


    During an attack, Scholes surged forward,bining with Giggs. However, he was taken down by Makelele, leading to a free kick.


    The drizzle continued, and in front of Millwall''s wall stood Beckham.


    A free kick less than thirty yards from goal. Aldrich paced along the sidelines, his expression heavy.


    This season, Beckham''s free kicks had scored numerous goals, and there was a wave of admiration for him across English football.


    As the ball left his foot, Aldrich''s heart sank.


    That trajectory looked all too familiar!


    The free kick, arcing dramatically, soared over the wall, just inches past Southgate''s head, barely avoiding contact.


    Butt didn''t even attempt a save; the ball was aimed toward the wall and curved sharply��a banana kick that nestled into the far corner of the. By the time he reacted, it was left to chance.


    "Beckham''s signature free kick finds the! With Erwin no longer taking free kicks, United has a new master in Beckham! This is their secret weapon! He exploited Millwall''s only weakness��the height of their defensive aerial presence! Thebination of Elk and Southgate had only height as their exploitable w; Beckham''s strike sailed just above Southgate and dipped in under the bar. Hall must be thinking: If it were Stam, that ball would have surely been cleared."


    Millwall''s yers looked dejected; conceding from a free kick left them without anger to vent.


    The Red Devils'' fans at Old Trafford celebrated exuberantly.


    "We''re ahead! Finally, we''re f***ing ahead!"


    Since Millwall''s promotion, United had only defeated them once in the Community Shield. In the first league season, they drew, and in cup matches, Millwall had triumphed. The following season, they suffered a double defeat, including their Community Shield loss.


    After finally reaching their third season, United was finally in charge!


    "Ref, the match is over; you can blow the final whistle. We''ve only got to win one!"


    Millwall''s fans remained moreposed.


    "It''s only the first half! We''re not even halfway through��calm down. The Lions will recover, just wait and see! Even with two key yers missing, we can still smash the Red Devils!"


    It was Christmas Day, and the visiting fans hade to receive the holiday gift provided by the Red Devils.


    During stoppage time in the first half, Millwall earned a direct free kick from just outside the box.


    It looks like Keane has a bit of a grudge against Lampard; he injured him in the Community Shield, and today, his tackles against Lampard were noticeably rougher. The referee could only intervene by awarding the free kick to Millwall and giving Keane a yellow card for his trouble.


    Three yers stood over the ball for the free kick.


    Schneider, Lampard, and Pirlo.


    Each had a unique style for taking free kicks.


    Schneider aimed for a curved shot, Lampard for a powerful drive, while Pirlo refined his trademark "leaves fall" shot.


    As the three stood over the ball, Schmeichel yelledmands at his teammates. Although he appeared fearless, inside he was a bundle of nerves.


    Damn it, who among you three is going to take the free kick?


    Schneider ran over, followed closely by Lampard. After the two crossed, Pirlo took a free kick. The ball didn''t fly over the wall; Instead, he aimed directly at the human wall and urately passed through the gap in the human wall.


    Schmeichel turned to check and found the ball rolling quietly beneath him.


    He shouted angrily:


    "What did I say? Who the hell chickened out? Who the hell jumped sideways and left a gap for the ball to sneak through? If I end up being the background for another loss today, you better watch out!"


    Schmeichel was fed up with Millwall. Every time they faced off in thest two years, he found himself unable to sleep for a week afterward. A single game, two games, three games��countless times. Was he still the Danish goalkeeper? Facing Millwall was turning him into a hex!


    "Uh, Millwall has equalized with a free kick! While Pirlo''s kick didn''t look as beautiful as Beckham''s, the oue was the same. The Lions have leveled it just before heading into the locker room for the break��this is a critical goal. Coming in at a one-goal deficit would have ced them at a significant disadvantage."


    Aldrich was passionately detailing tasks to the yers at halftime, with a focus on adjusting the attacking tactics for the forward line.


    Gudjohnsen, Trezeguet, and Shevchenko still had not formed a cohesive unit. His positioning was a bit rigid, often sticking to the left side. Aldrich repeatedly urged him to move more dynamically into the middle and right to create space and prate United''s defensive structure.


    This would also allow Lampard to observe the situation more calmly. Whenever there was an opening, he could make a run; he shouldn''t always rely on linking up as the attacking midfielder or fall into the trap of ying either direct passes or long shots in front of the box. He should dare to try and break through!


    Once back from the locker room, Aldrich lifted his head anxiously toward the sky.


    Manchester''s weather is as fickle as a woman''s mood.


    It changes in an instant.


    Just before halftime, it had seemed like the rain had stopped, but within twenty minutes, it was pouring again��harder than before!


    Neither side had anticipated such a rapid weather shift. However, United, having yed in Manchester for years, was ustomed to such fluctuations.


    As the second half kicked off, Zambrotta slipped and fell while defending on the left, injuring himself in the process!


    Though Beckham ran long distances, he wasn''t particrly fast. It was merely a routine stop-and-go, but Zambrotta fell while moving horizontally, allowing Beckham to carry the ball forward and deliver a precise cross into the box. Sheringham''s header was saved by Butt, but Cole followed up with a shot, only for Butt to heroically block it again.


    Just as Millwall''s fans were praising Butt''s incredible saves, the ballnded at the edge of the penalty area, where Scholes unleashed a powerful shot into the.


    The ball ricocheted off Makelele''s shin before going in.


    Butt stood up, hands on hips, looking helpless.


    United''s fans were in tears��scoring was proving too difficult.


    "Sheringham and Cole, can you be a bit more reliable? With such short-range chances squandered, Do you want to rely entirely on Scholes to help us out? . Damn, it''s stressing us out!"


    Aldridge, who seemed a little unconcerned on the sidelines, walked to the bench and quickly sent Neal to warm up, taking over the position where Zambrotta sprained his ankle when he slipped.


    The young Italian was furious.


    Capdev has recently returned from injury, but Gianluca Zambrotta is already firmly in the starting lineup. He thought he could finally keep his position, but he was injured again in this rainy game.


    It felt like fate was against him!


    Millwall fans disyed concern; they had held it together in the first half, but the second half was different. With the team now behind and losing another key yer, things were looking grim.


    After Neil came on for Zambrotta, this forced substitution required time to adjust to the game''s rhythm, so Millwall naturally tightened up for five to six minutes until Neil was back in sync before they fully unleashed their attack.

 Chapter 281: play with fire

    <h4>Chapter 281: y with fire</h4>


    As the match between Manchester United and Millwall entered thest twenty minutes, Millwall started an all-out assault, pinning United back in their half.


    The defending champions seemed to be cornered with nowhere to escape.


    With only a three-point gap between the two teams, losing this match would widen it to six points. Given Manchester United''s momentum from the first half of the season, Millwall would find it incredibly difficult to close such a gap in the second half.


    At the very least, they needed to secure a draw!


    In the seventy-fifth minute, Aldrich made another substitution, bringing on Van Nistelrooy for Helguera. Lampard dropped back to reinforce the midfield, while they shifted to a two-striker formation,bining attack and defense. The backline tightened, and Makelele shifted further back for added support.


    After changing tactics, Millwall''s attacks became relentless.


    But they kept missing their chances; Shevchenko had two close shots that barely missed the target.


    The Red Devils fans in the stands held their heads in disbelief, unable to watch any longer.


    The lion is no longer the ferocious beast it once was, but a crazy monster!


    With Lampard repositioned, he pushed forward for a long shot that turned out to be even more effective due to the element of surprise. Unfortunately, his shot in the 79th minute hit the post and bounced back. Meanwhile, a more surprising move came from Pirlo, who executed a chipped shot that left Schmeichel scrambling backward. Just as the ball looked set to cross the line, Schmeichel leapt up and punched it away from the bar, but in doing so, he ended up rolling into the goal himself.


    At this point in the match, the tension was palpable!


    Pirlo stood ready to take a corner kick and once again deceived the defenders; instead of sending in a cross, he yed the ball back to the onrushing Schneider.


    Schneider advanced down the nk, intending to reach the byline and draw defenders out to expose space in front of the goal. But unexpectedly, Elvin slipped and fell just as he tried to retreat, sending the home fans into a frenzy.


    Seizing the opportunity, Schneider calmly carried the ball to the edge before cutting in and sending a low, powerful cross into the box.


    The United defenders were left on edge; whether they cleared it or not, any slight miscalction could result in an own goal on that slippery pitch.


    Fortunately, none of the United yers managed to touch it, and at the back post, Gudjohnsen found himself in a prime position. He had a narrow-angle shot that should have been a certain goal, yet somehow, Schmeichel pulled off a miraculous save!


    The ball ricocheted outward, and Southgate, who hadn''t ventured too far back, saw it bounce toward him. Without a second thought, he unleashed a fierce shot.


    Schmeichel had barely recovered from his previous close-range save when he saw Gudjohnsen staring at him in disbelief, their eyes wide. To his utter shock, the ball came bouncing back toward him, and he spun around, utterly frazzled.


    Damn it!


    How many world-ss saves do you want me to make?


    "This is bizarre, truly bizarre! This match has been filled with the extraordinary. In the first half, both teams scored directly from free kicks. Then in the second half, after Millwall''s yer slipped, United capitalized on their defensive error to score. Now, a United yer has slipped too, giving Millwall the chance to equalize! The most remarkable thing is how simr both teams'' goals have been. You can''t me the goalkeepers for their mistakes; Butt made a series of great saves, and Schmeichel blocked Gudjohnsen''s almost certain goal. Yet, the second follow-up ball is still sent home by the opponent. It''s 2-2, and Millwall is back in the game."


    The Red Devils fans at Old Trafford stared nkly at the yers on the field, particrly at Elvin.


    Sigh... his body haspletely let go. In a match like this, with the rain pouring, a slip was bound to happen.


    The Lions'' fans erupted, cheering loudly, chanting "Go ahead!! Go ahead!! Go ahead!!"


    A draw was clearly not their goal; only a victory against United would restore their top position in the standings.


    Aldrich made another substitution, bringing on Materazzi for Trezeguet to bnce the attack and defense.


    ying away from home, they had exerted pressure on United earlier, but the yers were running low on energy, particrly due to the rain making conditions tougher.


    Both teams were fiercely contesting every ball,mitting fouls, unwilling to give each other another chance to attack. It was then that the Welsh wizard unleashed his magic.


    Giggs sprinted down the left nk, while Schneider, who had pushed forward crazily for thest twenty minutes, found it hard to keep pace with the flying Giggs in the 86th minute. Makelele quickly intervened, cutting off Giggs just outside the box, but the cost was a foul.


    Makelele received a yellow card, and United had a direct free-kick opportunity.


    Positioned at a 40-degree angle from the box, Millwall''s defense braced itself for the impending strike.


    The handsome Beckham stood over the ball, and Butt felt a chill as he observed the short wall assembled in front of him.


    There was no way around it; tall yers like Materazzi were already stationed inside the box to thwart any potential cross.


    Millwall''s entire lineup withdrew to defend against this free kick.


    The wall consisted of four yers: Schneider, Pirlo, Shevchenko, and Makelele.


    With an average height of less than 1.8 meters, the tallest being Shevchenko at 183 cm...


    When Beckham took the free-kick, the wall leaped into action, heads thrusting toward the ball, clearly aimed at the near post.


    Schneider''s head connected with the ball.


    I may not be tall, but I can jump!


    After heading the ball, he looked back before evennding, watching the trajectory and his heart raced in bad premonition.


    "Oh no, crap!"


    Ruud van Nistelrooy, who was closest to the ball''s trajectory, knew from the start that the ball was a shot, but was shocked when the ball changed direction and flew towards the goal.


    The "little box king" hurriedly attempted a header clearance but ended up just grazing the ball, sending it toward the back post with reduced speed.


    It was too close! Materazzi saw the ball and immediately swung his head to clear it, but it zipped right past him. By the time he finished his motion, Old Trafford erupted with thunderous cheers!


    Everyone turned to the back post to see Stam run toward the sidelines to celebrate, while the entire United squad rushed toward the solid center-back who had performed consistently since his summer transfer.


    Cursed traitor!


    "Manchester United won thest minute! With less than five minutes left in the game, this game may be a ssic. The whole experience is unforgettable. If you are a neutral fan, think back on this game. This game will definitely To bring you a smile, Beckham''s shot was blocked by Millwall, and then Millwall ryed the header in front of their own goal, and finally assisted Stam to score at the back post. They may have thought Stam was Team-mates...Can the defending champions equalize at thest minute or pull off a stunningeback? But Manchester United is not Bolton Wanderers and it''s not at home to Millwall today."


    Millwall''s yers were almost in a state of mental disarray; today''s match had been unusually strange.


    Three conceded goals: one from a free kick, one from the opponent exploiting a second ball to score, and thest, although it had its odd moments, clearly revealed the pressure felt in that tense final moment. Van Nistelrooy''s header seemed more like the ball hitting him and sending him crashing backward, taking Southgate down with him.


    Seeing that goal, Aldrich covered his eyes with his hand, as if struggling to believe the reality before him.


    Ferguson burst from the technical area, sprinting onto the rain-soaked pitch, arms raised in celebration just like when he led the team to their first top-flight championship in the inaugural Premier League season.


    Aldrich wiped his face, brushing the rain from it, pointing at Materazzi. The Italian, already tuned in, didn''t need further instructions from Aldrich to know what to do next.


    Materazzi exchanged a few words with Southgate, implying, "Captain, I''m going to lead the charge; you hold the fort."


    With hardly any time remaining, United was resolutely determined to hold their lead. Meanwhile, Millwall was pushing forward desperately, attempting to set up a counter-strike for a potentialst-ditch effort!


    Pirlo''s through ball didn''t connect, but fortunately, it was still under Millwall''s control after being cleared. Schneider''s cross from the side was cleared by Stam,nding at Scholes'' feet. The ginger-headed midfielder, remarkably calm, had the audacity to y it back to Neville!


    Gudjohnsen immediately pressed Neville, who shifted the ball to Beckham out wide.


    With a quick turn, Beckham didn''t dribble but instead sent a diagonal long pass down the left.


    The Welsh wizard Giggs leaped forward just in front of Schneider, using his chest to control the ball before rampaging forward.


    Schneider hadpletely fallen behind!


    He was too far in!


    Giggs powered on, with Makelele backtracking to cover space in the box. As Giggs reached the box, Makelele lunged to intercept, but Giggs smartly sidestepped him, pushing the ballterally to Sheringham. After a triangr passing sequence, the ball was delivered into a gap at the edge of the box, where Cole hit it on the volley with precision into the far corner. Butt was utterly helpless this time!


    4-2


    Manchester United sealed their victory in the first minute of stoppage time with a counterattack.


    Red Devils fans on the stands erupted into jubnt celebration, waving their fists as a disy towards Millwall.


    What a strange scene.


    Had it been three or four years ago, would the Red Devils fans have been this excited over triumphing against Millwall?


    They probably would have felt it was simply expected.


    Aldrich shook his head, bitterly smiling.


    People who like to y with fire will eventually get burned.


    Previously, counterattacking against the big teams had felt so effortless, yet today, they had been obliterated by United in such a manner, shattering their hopes for an equalizer.


    Though Aldrich felt a sense of loss, he managed to remainposed.


    United was simply limatized to their home advantage, waiting patiently, and the advantage felt even more pronounced given that nobody expected Millwall to concede that final goal in such a bizarre fashion, flipping the match dynamicspletely.


    The Lions'' fans suddenly began humming in unison, singing their club''s anthem.


    Today was perhaps the most disheartening Christmas for them in the three and a half years since Aldrich took charge, but it would only be a fleeting disappointment.


    "The match has concluded, marking the end of the first half of the Premier League season. In this focal sh at Old Trafford, the visiting defending champions Millwall have lost 2-4. Not only did they fail to close the gap with Manchester United, but the points difference has now widened to six. Furthermore, Arsenal, closely trailing behind, have narrowed their gap to four points, undeniably setting the stage for a more gripping and thrilling second half of the season. Perhaps, in the final round of the Premier League, when Millwall faces Manchester United at home, it will turn out to be a championship decider! That''s all for today''smentary, folks. Merry Christmas! We''ll see you in three days!"


    After the match, Aldrich walked into Ferguson''s office. They shared a brief twenty-minute conversation on this special Christmas Day. Though Ferguson no longer attempted to poach Millwall yers, he had turned his sights on Millwall''s coach.


    United wanted Meulensteen, a move that didn''t require Millwall''s consent. Ferguson merely informed Aldrich as a matter of courtesy. Aldrich appeared calm about it; if Meulensteen desired to leave, Millwall couldn''t stop him. However, Aldrich was quite confident about keeping Meulensteen, knowing that the club had much more to offer, especially with a host of exceptionally talented yers for him to develop.

 Chapter 282: Millwall Hits the Headlines

    <h4>Chapter 282: Millwall Hits the Headlines</h4>


    Losing the crucial match against Manchester United left the yers'' spirits in the dressing room very low. On a day like Christmas, no one seemed able to cheer up. As Aldrich walked into the locker room post-match, he pped his hands and said, "Guys, forget about the game. Take a shower, change your clothes, and then we''ll catch a flight back home. Let''s spend a joyful New Year with our families. Don''t let this loss affect your home life. Just for today, we can treat football as a job, go home, forget about work, and spend quality time with our families and kids �C be a good father, husband, or child."


    Hearing Aldrich''s words, the yers began to lift their spirits.


    Life must go on, especially during festive times like the New Year. They should prioritize family, which is understandable. Aldrich wasn''t the type of coach to be harsh; there was no need to criticize the yers more today. The away defeat to Manchester United was not unexpected, as Manchester United were also favorites for the title and there were many factors that led to their defeat. He can''t put all the me on the yers and increase the pressure on them.


    While Aldrich chatted with Ferguson, the Millwall yers had showered and changed their clothes in the locker room. The team then boarded a bus to the airport. Since it was a special day, they had chartered a ne to save time on the return trip.


    Less than an hourter, the nended at London Airport. Aldrich directly announced the dissolution of the team at the airport, while also distributing the Christmas gifts prepared by the club to the yers.


    Aldrich returned to his parents'' house to celebrate the holiday. The atmosphere was lively; besides his second brother Andrew, his eldest brother Bat came with his wife and kids, as well as the single mother Rowling and her daughter, who lived in London.


    Avish dinner was prepared, and everyone was waiting for Aldrich.


    "How are you feeling?"


    Rowling asked gently from the sofa, a warm smile on her face.


    Aldrich was taken aback and replied, "Of course, I feel great! Why do you ask?"


    Rowling pointed at the television, which was still airing amentary show on the English Premier League.


    Aldrich let out a wry smile and said, "Well, to be honest, it doesn''t really bother me. If I had lost the match a month ago or a monthter, I doubt anyone would have cared how I felt. Football has its ups and downs; that''s the way it is. Sometimes, it''s just a matter of bad luck, nothing to dwell on. But today, I''ve been trying hard to forget the match, yet seeing the yers'' disappointed faces makes me feel like I''ve ruined their Christmas, and that weighs on me."


    "Your job is really tough. Your father said there''s a game in three days; you don''t even get a break! I think if you''re feeling this way, you should take a moment to rx, but it seems you don''t have that luxury."


    Aldrich chuckled softly and nodded, "It''s true; there''s no time. The pressure of being a football manager is really beyond what most people think. My n is to retire at 50; otherwise, my heart might not handle it. By the way, where''s Jessica?"


    Rowling nced toward the back garden and said, "She''s ying with your nephew outside. The two little ones are around the same age. Bowan is such a polite child and easily makes friends with others his age. Jessica rarely gets to know kids like him, and I''m really d."


    Aldrich shook his head and said softly, "Honestly, I''ve always believed my brother and sister-inw''s parenting style is wrong. They suppress the children''s natural instincts too much. Bowan is only four butes off as incredibly serious. He never says the wrong thing or acts spoiled. I just don''t know what they want to turn him into."


    Rowling tucked a lock of her golden hair behind her ear and smiled, "You might understand them better when you have kids of your own."


    "Dinner is ready!"


    Aldrich''s mother, Amelia, called from the dining room, embodying a typical homemaker. Even after being well-off for years, she still couldn''t learn the ways of high society, unlike Aldrich''s sister-inw. Currently, Aldrich hardly spoke to his sister-inw outside of formal greetings.


    He felt she had be a bit pretentious, as if she were deliberately trying to portray the image of a high-societydy, but such charm is hard to cultivate. Thus, Bat would always seem to carry the "new money"bel.


    "Son,e here, sit next to me."


    Arthur beckoned Aldrich to sit beside him, his expression not looking too good. In the Hall family, they didn''t have a strict seating arrangement, so Aldrich took his ce next to his father.


    Arthur began to ramble on, reminiscing about the Millwall versus Manchester United match.


    This made Aldrich both amused and exasperated, especially as Arthur proposed some oundish theories.


    For instance, was Beckham''s footwear and the match ball Manchester United''s secret weapon?


    Since Beckham rose to fame, he has been the focal point of English football. His news always garners attention, and one interesting tidbit was that he never wore the same boots for consecutive matches.


    As for Zambrotta slipping and getting injured, Arthur was convinced it was a deliberate act by Manchester United!


    To ensure Beckham performed better on that side of the pitch, they''d soaked the ground with water!


    Aldrich and the othersughed heartily.


    This was hrious!


    If that were the case, then Erwin slipped in the second half��was that also a Manchester United conspiracy? To seriously injure their own key yer?


    After a delightful dinner, Arthur dashed upstairs and came down with a pile of gift boxes, acting like an elder giving out Christmas presents to the younger ones, including Rowling . Though she was only a few years older than Bat, Arthur treated her as a younger generation.


    Rowling brought a Harry Potter novel for Bowan and gave out some more regr gifts to others, while Aldrich received a tie.


    Bat was generous; he had prepared a bunch of expensive items to give away, choosing a Cartier ne for Rowling , and for the other two brothers, he gifted them impressive suburban mansions in London.


    Andrew and Aldrich epted the presents happily, but Aldrich wasn''t interested in enjoying the multimillion-pound mansions. They seemed too troublesome and too far from the training facility. He preferred living in his small apartment.


    As night fell, Aldrich drove Rowling and her daughter home. Jessica and Bowan had yed all night and were exhausted, already asleep in the backseat. Aldrich made a point to drive slowly, avoiding sharp turns that might wake them.


    "I''m sorry for inviting you over unexpectedly. I didn''t know if that would put you in an awkward position since you''re not familiar with my family," he said.


    "I actually liked it. At least I know you and Andrew. I''ve always wondered what the Hall family, known as London''s nouveau riche, would be like, scared I might run into some arrogant folks. But Arthur and Amelia made me feel warm. The Hall family is just an ordinary big family��just richer than most, but money hasn''t changed you."


    In past years, Rowling spent Christmas at her sister''s ce, and while she was with family, she felt like an unwee guest. This year was different; visiting the Hall family as a guest was enjoyable, especially since Jessica made a new friend in Bowan.


    Rowling enjoyed a flexible work schedule, so she invited Aldrich to join her book club whenever he had the time. She had established a social circle in London of literary folks who would regrly share thoughts and rmendations. Aldrich agreed; reading was a great way to pass the time, and talking with someone knowledgeable about books was definitely a bonus.


    While driving back to his apartment, Mnie called from the US. The Spice Girls had achieved great sess in North America and were nning a global tour right after New Year. It seemed that Aldrich would be seeing less of his girlfriend in theing year, as the concert schedule was overwhelming��dozens of performances lined up throughout the year.


    After returning home, taking a shower, and preparing for sleep, Aldrich found himself involuntarily thinking about the uing Premier League match in three days.


    Millwall would be visiting Highbury to face Arsenal.


    Lost in thought, he fell asleep, but was awakened by a phone call��a ring disturbing the early hours, just before 5 a.m.


    Grabbing the phone, he recognized Yvonne''s serious voice.


    "I''m at your doorstep. Open up, something happened."


    Aldrich jolted up, wearing pajamas with no time to consider his appearance, and rushed downstairs to open the door. Yvonne stood there, bundled in a warm coat.


    What could have happened before dawn?


    Once inside, Yvonne spoke bluntly, her expression serious: "In three hours, the headlines of every paper on Fleet Street for New Year''s Day will read: ''Millwall Christmas Party!''"


    Aldrich gripped the sofa, his expression full of disbelief, shock, and anger, then turned suspicious.


    "Where did you hear this?"


    "I handle club promotions, and I''ve made quite a few connections. Someone informed me about this half an hour ago; it''s not something you can cover up."


    Aldrich turned away, bracing himself against the sofa, and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly happened?"


    "About 11 p.m.st night, a reporter spotted several Millwall yers entering a nightclub and blended in to gather information. They managed to snap quite a few photos, capturing that aside from Millwall yers, other men were likely their friends, and all the women present were prostitutes��over 30 of them!"


    Aldrich clenched the sofa tightly, keeping his voice calm and steady, "Who was there?"


    "I''ve seen some photos, and I can confirm names of those I recognized: Rio Ferdinand, Frank Lampard, Daniel Mills, Richard Wright, Ashley Cole, Paul Robinson, Joe Cole, and David Dunn. However, I haven''t seen all the photos��there are supposed to be others like Vassell and Jeffers. I can''t say for certain how many stayed the whole time or left early; I don''t have that information."


    Aldrich repeated each name Yvonne mentioned, his head hanging lower as he forced out a bitter smile.


    "So, it''s all fucking English yers? That means aside from Parker, Carrick, and King, every eligible Ennd yer was out having fun? Oh, that''s just great! I''ve been walking on eggshells worried I might ruin someone''s reputation while they''re out partying like nothing happened. Ha! Over 30 women��do they have that kind of money?"


    Yvonne stepped a bit closer, softly saying, "It''s said the prostitutes charge several hundred pounds each. The total expense for a single night was close to ��200,000. Didn''t you know?"


    Aldrich smirked coldly, "Why would I know that? If I were to throw a party, I wouldn''t settle for a bunch of women who think a few hundred pounds mean anything. If I''m going to y, I''d want the best!"


    Yvonne turned her face away, letting out a huff.


    Taking a deep breath, Aldrich straightened up and apologized, "Sorry, that was just out of anger."


    "They''re the ones who should be ashamed; you don''t need to take it on yourself."


    "It''s exactly because they don''t have any self-respect that I''m even angrier!"

 Chapter 283: Scandal in the Headlines

    <h4>Chapter 283: Scandal in the Headlines</h4>


    On the first day of the New Year, the club was supposed to be on holiday, yet Aldrich arrived at the meeting room before dawn. He sat at the head of the table with one leg crossed, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table, as if weaving a dissonant melody.


    The British paparazzi are notorious, not just for the intensity of the scandals they expose, but also for being more intrusive than their counterparts in other countries. When ites to tracking down scoops after news breaks, they excel, leaving German journalists far behind, whock the same degree of sensitivity and awareness.


    Having dealt with the media for over three years, Aldrich had weathered many storms and knew what kind of situation awaited him today.


    So, he had slipped away from his home to the club.


    This way, the journalists gathering outside his front door would undoubtedly be disappointed.


    The door of the meeting room swung open, and a disheveled Nagy walked in. He had canceled his flight back to Hungary and was supposed to be boarding shortly, but instead, he rushed back to the club.


    "I''ve heard about the situation. How should we handle it?"


    Nagy looked worried; he had never encountered anything like this before.


    In truth, it was Aldrich''s first time dealing with such matters too. Typically, as long as yers weren''t deliberately cking off, a coach wouldn''t make a big deal out of issues rted to club management. Especially with three exemry captains in the first team, the other yers dared not act out during training.


    But when it came to personal lives outside the pitch, could a coach really intervene?


    Perhaps not.


    However, when a yer''s private life tarnishes the club''s image, Aldrich felt it was his responsibility as both owner and head coach to intervene.


    Nagy sat down, not taking a sip of water, his forehead creased with concern.


    "They were all energetic young men, and it seemed normal to look for women. But why did they have to look for call girls? Even Joe Cole was involved - well, he..."


    Nagy genuinely feared the yers might ruin themselves with their chaotic personal lives and expressed a string of anxious thoughts.


    Aldrich felt nothing but anger and disappointment. But seeing Nagy''s distraught expression made him empathize with his colleague, which in turn heightened his anger towards the yers'' actions.


    "Look how much effort your coach puts into you, how he constantly thinks about nurturing your talent and helping you seed, and what are you all doing?!"


    "I''ve already called their agents. The news has already broken; I told them to inform the yers that I''m waiting for them at the club."


    Aldrich reassured Nagy and then closed his eyes for a moment.


    Handling such matters was embarrassing for him.


    Fortunately, it was Christmas time, and the foreign yers on the youth and reserve squads had been given a break to return home for the holidays. Ronaldinho had flown back to Brazil, De Rossi had gone back to Rome, and the others had too. Otherwise, who knows how many yers would have been drawn into this scandal.


    Legally speaking, the yers were not breaking anyws; seeking out call girls was legal. Money is exchanged and the intention is mutual.


    But morally, it was utterly disgraceful!


    Most men, if given the chance, would fantasize about such indulgences, perhaps even a wild party with attractive call girl, but what lurks in their minds is one thing��having it out in the open is another entirely.


    "Ugh, managing English yers is a nightmare, damn it!"


    Aldrich was growing impatient, figuring that the main culprits at the center of the storm were still fast asleep after a night of debauchery.


    Nagy nodded and sighed, "Yeah, foreign yers, especially the younger ones,e here and follow the rules. Some even dread social interactions. I once thought it was bad for them, but letting them try to blend in as locals might not be the answer either."


    Aldrich shook his head, resigned.


    Foreigners often seemed shy in this strange environment; they couldn''t exactly feel at ease and were afraid of stepping out of line.


    Local yers were different. They were intimately familiar with their surroundings, unafraid of being bullied, with extensive socialworks and plenty of friends. If they wanted to have fun with their money, they had no shortage of acquaintances to join them.


    Aldrich took a more personalized and lenient approach to yer management.


    His style had nothing to do with an iron fist; he preferred tomunicate patiently with yers rather than imposing a long list of "disciplinary" rules for them to follow, punishing anyone who vited them without giving any room for appeal.


    Rafa Benitez disagreed with this approach, believing teams should be managed like military units.


    Aldrich constantly tried to guide Benitez, encouraging him to consider the yers'' perspectives.


    If Aldrich remembered correctly, there was a historical event involving Benitez at Liverpool where he had a falling out with Xabi Alonso, primarily due to Benitez''sck of empathy.


    When Alonso wanted to return home to take care of his sick daughter, Benitez coldly replied, "Go ahead, but don''t bothering back."


    Alonso returned, only to depart again, saying a permanent goodbye to Anfield.


    It''s normal to have discipline within a team, but management shouldn''t be overly rigid.


    For instance, Trezeguet had a phase where he took a lot of sick leave, using childish excuses to get time off��one time iming someone was ill or there was an emergency. He even fabricated a friendly match involving the French U21 team to justify his absence.


    Aldrich searched every match of the French youth teams and could never find any record of the games he imed to be missing for.


    Rather than scolding him, Aldrich showed Trezeguet his performance ratings and training reports, encouraging him to see for himself the downturn in his skills and how his training quality had shifted. Then, Aldrich let Trezeguet ponder whether he wanted to keep taking leave for dates or would prefer to y honestly and achieve his childhood dreams, thus realizing his life''s value.


    Under this management style, Trezeguet turned his life around. He apologized to Aldrich, came clean about everything, and no longer took time off, quickly regaining his form.


    Aldrich really didn''t want to pry into the yers'' private lives; he felt it would turn him into a nagging parent or a babysitter.


    With yers like Lampard who were known for their flirtations, Aldrich simply turned a blind eye.


    If he loved to switch girlfriends, that was his business. As long as it didn''t affect training and dating didn''t be a distraction, Aldrich had no interest in how often he changed partners; after all, romance is a natural part of life.


    Seeing yers as individuals, as long as personal behavior didn''t impact their primary responsibilities��ying football��there was no need for the club''s management to impose excessive restrictions.


    Yearster, Giggs''s "sister-inw scandal" would shock the football world.


    But from a coach''s perspective, Giggs''s actions were personal; he hadn''t disrupted his teammates or be a liability on the pitch. Objectively speaking, while he was morally questionable, he remained a role model on the field that other yers would still have to learn from��just not about his personal life.


    Conversely, what happened with Liverpool''s notorious yers was entirely different. Their individual behaviorsbined to create collective issues, directly affecting Liverpool''s performance and tarnishing the club''s image. In that era, Liverpool missed out on championships and faced ridicule from the outside, with many thinking they had iting.


    You enjoyed partying and womanizing, living it up better than anyone else, and yet expected to hoist the trophy at the season''s end to adoring fans? There''s no such luck!


    So, while Lampard''s new girlfriend might appear in tabloid headlines, Aldrich chose to ignore it; what he didn''t see couldn''t hurt him.


    But the party fromst night? That was inexcusable.


    If this unhealthy trend were allowed to continue unchecked, who knows how many yers would be influenced?


    Especially with so many promising youngsters in Millwall''s youth team.


    After noon, some yers finally walked into the meeting room.


    Joe Cole, dressed casually, entered trembling, ncing nervously at Aldrich''s expressionless face and Nagy''s worried one.


    "Boss, Coach Nagy, I��I left early yesterday! I really did!"


    Joe Cole had never seen Aldrich look so cold; given that Aldrich was older and had always taken time to encourage him during youth training, he was taken aback.


    Just a month ago, when Joe Cole turned sixteen, the club had offered him a generous professional contract. He had been riding hightely, never expecting a night out with the older yers would lead to such a predicament!


    "Tell me what happenedst night."


    Joe Cole steadied himself, barely able to sit down, but Nagy kindly motioned for him to take a seat, and he began recounting the events.


    After having dinner with his family on Christmas Day, he was basically bored and received a text message from Ferdinand. The curious young man felt like an adult and decided to check out the nightlife, so he went to a club with some friends.


    However, by midnight, he felt sleepy. Just then, Ferdinand shocked them all by introducing over thirty call girl. Joe Cole was nearly scared to death.


    While he wasn''t exactly a model citizen, he was only sixteen and felt utterly shy under the spotlight, so he hurriedly left the club with his friends. He had no idea what happened next��he swore he was telling the truth.


    In contrast, a year older, Ashley Cole was much more rxed; when Joe left, Ashley was already happily chatting up two older women.


    Aldrich was simply curious about the whole night; he had a n in mind regarding punishment, but it didn''t involve gauging anyone''s actions with women or the quantity involved.


    The two coaches and the anxious Joe Cole continued waiting in the meeting room for the rest of the notified yers to arrive one by one.


    Each time someone entered, Aldrich would ask them aboutst night''s events. Some shared detailed ounts, leading Aldrich to tell them to hush, while others were too embarrassed to speak, suddenly pretending to be innocent.


    By evening, the three main figures ofst night finally showed up, reportedly the ones who financed the party.


    Mills, Ferdinand, and Lampard.


    When they arrived, the atmosphere instantly shifted to one of palpable tension.


    Aldrich, sitting at the head of the table with his chin raised, red at the trio; they shifted awkwardly in their seats, quickly bowing their heads in shame.


    The aftermath ofst night''s exploits made the news even bigger than yesterday''s loss by the defending champions. It seemed that Millwall yers throwing a wild party had an explosive impact on headlines.


    Yes, any oue from the Millwall versus Manchester United match would be news, but the yers'' party felt like a bombshell explosion.


    Once scornful of Liverpool''s notorious yers, Aldrich found his own disciples now repeating those same mistakes. Could it get any more explosive?


    Ah, but it wasn''t explosive enough.


    Why weren''t there any bigger names involved?


    If only Pirlo, Schneider, Southgate, Trezeguet, Nedved, or Larsson could have joined the fun��how wonderful that would have been!

 Chapter 284: An Unspeakable Disgrace

    <h4>Chapter 284: An Unspeakable Disgrace</h4>


    The three main characters didn''t dare look Aldrich in the eye. The heavy silence in the meeting room was unbearable for many young yers, who bowed their heads and closed their eyes, as if awaiting their fate like prisoners on death row.


    "You''ve given me a Christmas gift I''ll never forget!" Aldrich said coldly.


    Ferdinand raised his head, still avoiding Aldrich''s re, and stammered, "Boss, the truth isn''t what the papers say. It wasn''t my idea; it was my friends."


    At least the initial intention of hitting the nightclub didn''t stem from throwing a wild party.


    These yers had received new contracts six months earlier with substantial pay raises��young and rich.


    Christmas was a time when everyone had the chance to go out and have fun, so they gathered to hit the clubs. It started with drinks, dancing, and singing, but as the group grew, they realized there were no women around. The "good girls" they knew weren''t attractive, so they opted to hire some pretty call girls, which was a decision made by Ferdinand''s friends without his input.


    Ferdinand, still young and wanting to save face, didn''t speak up.


    Men are sensitive when ites to socializing with women. Rejecting an invitation can often lead to ridicule or misunderstandings.


    Aldrich''s coldughter echoed in response to Ferdinand''s attempts at an exnation.


    "Friends? Sure. Which superstar has ever gone down without the influence of their buddies? There''s always a crowd around them."


    "What a pathetic excuse. Gascoigne had plenty of friends too."


    It''s worth noting that at this point, Gascoigne was perhaps the most typical living example of such a situation.


    When Gascoigne became a national sensation and moved to Italy, the BBC actually sent a film crew to follow him around 24/7, capturing snippets of his life to air back in Britain, which garnered decent ratings. This alone demonstrated his fame and influence.


    Wherever Gascoigne went, there was always a crowd of friends��speeding in cars, drinking, and partying to excess, even handcuffing himself to a chair and spending a night in a hotel like a convict.


    yers with lifestyles like this��how do they even manage to rest properly?


    Even if you''re blessed with divine talent, it can all be squandered bit by bit, can''t it?


    In 1996, Gascoigne scored one of the most spectacr goals in European Championship history, but just a yearter, during the summer, he came to London with sgow Rangers to y a friendly against Millwall. It was just a friendly, yet it ignited the city''s excitement.


    Unfortunately, Gascoigne''s performance in that match was unimpressive. The Millwall yers genuinely wanted topete against him, but at thirty, Gascoigne felt more like forty. Many thirty-year-old veterans in the Premier League seemed more threatening, not to mention Cantona, who was leading Manchester United to victory at thirty.


    The yers were all disappointed after that match, regardless of their age.


    The audience sighed in unison: Gascoigne was finished.


    This was the pain felt by Ennd fans��an emotional scar they didn''t wish to peel open.


    Aldrich''s indifferent eyes fixed on Ferdinand as he spoke in a low voice, "Rio, if Henrik sat in your seat today, I''d be deeply saddened because he has stopped progressing after reaching the pinnacle of individual honors. I would feel regret for him. However, today it''s you, Frank, and Danny; I feel nothing but anger and disappointment. The anger weighs heavier because you''ve not only failed to set an example but have also led others astray. The disappointmentes from realizing that you could have reached Henrik''s level, yet you seemcking in confidence and unwilling to strive for it. I don''t expect every yer to be a saint, but you must understand that your life and profession are interconnected and mutually influential. If your personal life is a mess, it will undoubtedly affect your work."


    "Boss, I��"


    Ferdinand quickly interjected, his feelings mirrored by Lamps and Mills. They were all terrified of Aldrich''s cold demeanor, which made it feel like they wereplete strangers.


    "Let me finish! We''re all men here. There''s no need for pretense; it''s normal to like women. But I don''t endorse treating women as mere sources of amusement, especially when you decide to invite teammates along. This not only damages your own image but also severely tarnishes the club''s reputation. I won''t tolerate this! The damage has been done; your lives are your own. If this ever happens again, be ready to strip off the Millwall jersey. As for today''s punishment, all three of you will face a two-week fine, along with a month demotion to the reserves. If the reserves coach reports that your performance isn''t satisfactory after a month, you''ll stay there."


    Turning his gaze to the youth yers, Aldrich continued, "Your penalties will be determined by Coach Nagy. Just a piece of advice: if you don''t learn from this, when ten years or twenty years pass and you see some of your former teammates bing superstars and legends, don''t be envious."


    With that, Aldrich stood up to leave, and Nagy followed with the other youth yers.


    As for the four first-team yers, Richard Wright, the third-choice goalkeeper, was already a marginal figure, as it''s very difficult for keepers to move up. His sense of crisis wasn''t as strong as that of Lamps, Ferdinand, or Mills.


    The three were utterly dejected.


    After a night of debauchery, it was time to report to the reserves.


    Previously, they couldn''t make the first-team list, so they had participated in reserve matches to maintain their form and improve. Now, they were a fixed part of the reserve team''s roster.


    Aldrich not only fined them but also made them ineligible to y for the first team for a month, which indirectly led to a reduction in their ie��a double blow.


    As for their personal outings, Aldrich had never bothered to intervene. Even if someone wanted to indulge in a wild night out, as long as it remained personal behavior, Aldrich was only concerned with how they performed on the pitch.


    But the collective actions of several yers would directly bring the club into the spotlight.


    At the pre-match press conference before Millwall''s visit to Highbury, no reporters asked about the uing match; all attention was focused on the Christmas party incident.


    The call girlster sold their firsthand ounts to the tabloids, flooding the media with negative stories about Millwall.


    Detailed reports about which yers preferred particr positions or had bizarre fetishes surfaced, with some yers being generous and others being stingy enough not to leave tips.


    Aldrich appeared calm during the press conference, but was inwardly pressed by the sharp questions from reporters, feeling exposed and humiliated.


    One yer chasing after women isn''t too big of a deal.


    When a whole group gets involved, however, it clearly points to managerial negligence on Aldrich''s part.


    How could Aldrich, who was named Best Manager for three consecutive years in the same division, find himself in such an embarrassing situation?


    Last season, he won a treble, and this season, his team marched through the Champions League with a perfect record and produced a Ballon d''Or winner. How grand it all seemed!


    Yet less than a weekter, he found himself on stage, grilled by reporters with sensational questions.


    What an absolute disgrace!


    When one reporter asked, "Mr. Hall, your age is simr to the yers''��why didn''t you intervene immediately? Were you hesitating whether to join in on that party? After all, your girlfriend''s in the States; you must feel lonely, right?"


    Aldrich''s face flushed with anger.


    Forcing himself to suppress the urge to walk out was humiliating!


    Feeling slightly despondent, he could only maintain a serious tone as he said, "I will not allow events like this to ur under my management, as it is detrimental to the yers'' professional development. The internal penalties have been issued: Ferdinand, Mills, and Lampard are demoted to the reserves, and their return to the first team will depend on their performance while there."


    The reporters in attendance remained unfazed, with one pressing further, "What if something simr happens again? Will they still be sent to the reserves? Perhaps some yers are just tired and want a break; they could use this as a reason to rx in the reserves."


    Aldrich scoffed quietly, then raised his head sharply, stating, "If something like this happens again, I don''t care who the yer is��whether it''s the first or second offense��Millwall will permanently part ways with that yer."


    "Oh, well that simplifies things. Any yer wanting to transfer only has to throw a party and invite the press to achieve that, and they won''t even be seen as traitors, but instead as yers discarded by the club, huh?"


    Aldrich found himself at a loss for words as he exited the press conference. Once in the corridor, he turned to Yvonne, who had been following him, and asked, "Where did those reporterse from?"


    "Most were from the tabloids."


    "Permanently revoke their ess to Millwall press conferences. Remember my words: permanently!"


    Aldrich had never felt so publicly humiliated.


    Today''s press conference was livelier than usual, but the prominent reporters from respected outlets like The Times or Daily Mail didn''t ask a single question.


    They know the tabloids will step in like clowns to give them the scoop on the news. They prefer to let the tabloids do the dirty work and distance themselves from the Millwall shes, understanding that Aldridge is likely to be at the club for a long time and is best served without making enemies.


    Several tabloids were ced on Millwall''s permanent cklist, losing their press privileges indefinitely.


    The first-team yers learned from the news about the events that transpired during Christmas.


    They felt no sympathy for Lampard, Ferdinand, and Mills being sent to the reserves.


    Especially after seeing Aldrich attacked and ridiculed by those tabloid reporters, their anger toward the instigators was palpable.


    Aldrich, who had brought them glory with his trophies, was now shamed by their foolish actions. Even Southgate couldn''t defend his fellow countrymen in the locker room; he was too upset to say anything, particrly as he felt anger toward hispatriots'' behavior.


    In ordinary times, they had many leisurely outlets, such as golf or snooker, where yers like Southgate, Larsson, Shevchenko, and Nedved would enjoy each other''spany.


    And even if they felt unable to escape the lure of women, couldn''t they be like Mak��l��l��?


    Marry a beautiful wife and keep her at home, without the need to seek pleasure elsewhere?


    Under the negative impact of this scandalous party, Aldrich led his depleted Millwall team to Highbury to face Arsenal, who were four points ahead in the standings.


    Wenger was eagerly awaiting this London derby, looking forward to a battle between the Gunners and The Lions. This sh between their two eras��the Wenger era and Aldrich''s��was officially set to unfold.

 Chapter 285: The Strongest Arsenal

    <h4>Chapter 285: The Strongest Arsenal</h4>


    As the British public dove into the Christmas holiday, the Premier League was in full swing. Highbury was packed to capacity, buzzing with festive cheer as Arsenal fans took the opportunity to mock Millwall.


    Millwall found themselves mired in scandal, the consequences of which are still evident. Numerous Arsenal fans in the stands waved banners mocking Millwall, depicting a ridiculous mating scene of a giant lion...


    "Hey, Andy, it looks like the defending champions are in deep trouble, don''t you think?"


    "Maybe so. They lost to Manchester United and now find themselves six points adrift. With the scandal brewing, Hall has already punished those responsible, showing no mercy. Three rising English stars won''t be on the top stage for at least a month. Perhaps it''s a good time for them to reflect."


    "I think Hall''s arrangements are reasonable. Firstly, it''s about protecting the yers. To put them on the field now would expose them to public ridicule and condemnation. Secondly, it''s about disciplinary action. Lampard, Ferdinand, Mills These yers are the main yers of the U21 team - if things go well, the U21 team may be the mainstay of the adult team in the future, depending on whether the coach is strict with yers like them; "I hope they will not hold a grudge against the coach. "


    "From what I hear, that shouldn''t be the case. The three yers are training with the reserves, and they had a solid match earlier against Arsenal''s youth team, helping Millwall''s reserves to a resounding victory. I just wonder if such a win can bring good fortune to the first team."


    "Since that dismal defeat at the Lions'' Den at the start of the season, Wenger has quickly adjusted the team, avoiding the overly aggressive use of young yers. After a period of adaptation, Arsenal''s performance has improved. Although they''re still ten points behind the league leaders Manchester United, they''re only four points away from Millwall, and they''ve distanced themselves from other strong contenders like Liverpool, Chelsea, and Leeds. This gives Arsenal a real shot at iming second ce and potentially a spot in next season''s Champions League."


    "Exactly. Especially considering Millwall''s tough schedule in theing months. One disadvantage for them is their thin squad. Honestly, their summer signings aimed for the long term and can''t guarantee results now. Plus, in thetter half of the season, they''ll have to y more matches than Arsenal. Aside from the FA Cup, they have two League Cup semi-finalsing up next month. If they reach the final, that''s yet another game they''ll have to manage. Before the Champions League knockout stage begins, they''ll also y two matches against Dortmund in the European Super Cup. The further they go in the Champions League, the tougher their end-of-season run will be."


    Aldrich exchanged a few words with Wenger on the sidelines. Wenger hadn''t anticipated that Millwall would find themselves in such a mess right now. With Arsenal in peak form, today''s match was undoubtedly more favorable for them.


    Aldrich didn''t delve into the party incident, and they quickly resumed their positions, waiting for the match to kick off.


    Millwall would field a weakened side. Originally, Schneider would have been rested, but with Mills out with the reserves, Schneider had no choice but to push through his fatigue.


    Larsson and Nedved are expected to rejoin the team after this game. Aldridge doesn''t like to keep yers'' schedules too tight. With both yers due to take part in the Ballon d''Or and the Christmas holidays approaching, he decided to give them a break to recover for the second half of the season. Continuous travel and rushed training could affect their performance, especially with Larsson having an excellent attendance record this season and constantly fighting on the front line. It is time for him to get some much-needed rest. Nedved needs simr treatment.


    Back, in mediocre form, took over for the starting Lampard. At 21, Back''s skills had started to solidify; all he needed was to umte experience, enhance his physicality, and improve his state of adjustment. A while back, he had hit a low form, and Aldrich had given him a break. Although he wasn''t yet at his best, today he had to step up.


    "Today''s Millwall is clearly not at full strength."


    Starting goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Elgerra, Southgate, Capdev.


    Midfielders: Makelele, Pirlo, Back.


    Forwards: Gudjohnsen, Trezeguet, Shevchenko.


    On Arsenal''s side, there was just one changepared to theirst meeting.


    Goalkeeper: Seaman.


    Defenders: Dixon, Adams, Keown, Winterburn.


    Midfielders: Overmars, Vieira, Petit, Pires.


    Forwards: Wright, Bergkamp.


    The referee blew the whistle, and Arsenal kicked off.


    As the match began, Aldrich noted that Arsenal yers quickly found their rhythm, showcasing clear movement patterns and an exceptionally high rate of passing sess, switching between offense and defense with remarkable speed...


    Wenger hadpletely transformed the Arsenal of old, making it impossible to associate this team with Graham''s era.


    A few months ago, the main issue with Arsenal was theck of synergy between their double pivot midfielders. Their transition from defense to attack would reveal vulnerabilities against top teams, and their control of rhythm wascking, with attacking yers failing to achieve a cohesive level of y.


    But now, a few monthster, this Arsenal side looked impable��a top-tier defense, in attack not only did they have an individual talent like Overmars, they also had a cohesive force in Bergkamp, and the partnership between Vieira and Petit was reaching its zenith. The energy from this starting eleven could rival any team in the Premier League.


    It''s no wonder that several contemporary stars from Manchester Unitedter reflected that the 97-98 Arsenal was the strongest, rather than the 03-04 team!


    Overmars received the ball on the right wing, turned, and surged forward. Capdev tried to mark him, but Overmars easily executed a feint to elerate past him.


    Sessfully reaching the byline, the little flying man delivered a perfect cross, timed just right��a stark contrast to his previous performances where he seemed divorced from Arsenal''s tactical system.


    Ian Wright quickly arrived from the centre for the header, but Butt made a spectacr save, tipping the ball over the bar.


    Aldrich grimaced at this moment, massaging the bridge of his nose in frustration.


    Capdev had been beaten twice in a row by Overmars, and it appeared his defense was utterly ineffective.


    The Spanish yer had returned from injury sooner than expected, but Aldrich had nned for him to return in January. However, no one anticipated that Zambrotta would get injured in thest match at Old Trafford, forcing Capdev into action prematurely, and his form was indeed concerning.


    Damn the Christmas rush! Many foreign yers tend to struggle during this period, especially since other leagues have their winter breaks. In thest three years, Millwall''s performance has fluctuated significantly during January.


    While some of the older yers have learned to cope with this challenge, the younger ones still seem to struggle and fall into a slump as soon as Christmas hits...


    Arsenal persisted in applying pressure down both nks, transitioning swiftly from defense to attack. Their moves were quick and fluid, almost every counterattack reaching Millwall''s goal, leaving the Lions'' penalty area in turmoil.


    Thirty minutes into the first half, it was evident Capdev was struggling immensely. Overmars had thoroughly outyed him and toyed with him.


    Jensen suggested substituting Neil for Capdev, fearing that the Spanish yer''s confidence might take a significant hit in this match.


    Aldrich shot down the proposal. A yer returning from injury needed game time to regain form. If Capdev was substituted today, it would weigh heavily on his confidence.


    He needed to find his rhythm and improve his y on the pitch.


    It was simply a matter of bad luck; his first match back coincided with one against a flying Overmars.


    Aldridge kept urging Gudjohnsen to drop back and help ease the load on Capdev. However, the d forward struggled with double marking on that side, forcing Aldridge to switch positions between Shevchenko and Gudjohnsen, allowing Shevchenko to help defend the left wing.


    This greatly reduces the threat of Overmars, because Shevchenko''s deeper position may block Overmars''s path to cut inside, allowing Capdev to focus more on blocking the opponent''s runs on the sideline. move.


    However, this adjustment rendered Millwall''s offense almost paralyzed.


    Arsenal tightened their defense further, learning from their previous humiliating defeat. Relying solely on six or seven defenders wasn''t enough to stifle Millwall''s overall advance; even Bergkamp dropped back into his half to disrupt Pirlo''s organization, leading to a significant number of uncharacteristic errors in Millwall''s forward y.


    The entire first half felt overwhelmingly passive; fans in the stands could see it clearly��Arsenal could reach Millwall''s box and create threatening chances, but Millwall found it impossible to progress past the opponent''s penalty area.


    The Arsenal fans witnessing this scene have seen their previous criticisms of Wenger start to fade, and it''s not without reason.


    Being able to dominate Millwall at home isn''t just sheer luck; it''s a testament to Wenger''s skills. His strategies show that he''s got a clear direction for the team, and the yers reflect that with their passion and style on the field.


    At half-time, the score remained 0:0.


    Aldrich walked back to the locker room with a poker face and quickly adjusted the team''s tactical approach.


    The fluid attacking y they used to boast had disappearedpletely today!


    Beyond the fact that Arsenal possessed a world-ss defense with diligent defensive midfielders and forwardsing back to help, Millwall was also struggling with a plethora of issues.


    Gudjohnsen, while talented,cked chemistry with his teammates, causing an array of dazzling offensivebinations to fizzle without the right fit, significantly lowering the threat level. Coupled with Back''s unimpressive showing, Capdev''s struggles to push forward, and Schneider''s fitness concerns, Millwall faced challenges that went far deeper than what appeared on the surface.


    Aldrich couldn''t let his team chase any more ornatebinations; a simple pass, teammates moving into space, and quickbinations were needed to break through the opponent''s defenses. What looked easy required immense foundation.


    Millwall had to y with more straightforward, no-frills tactics in the second half, at the very least to pose a threat to the opponent''s goal and avoid being caught in counterattacks while stuck just outside the box!


    As both teams returned for the second half, following Aldrich''s adjustments, the team formation shifted from 4-3-3 to 4-2-3-1.


    This change yielded immediate results!

 Chapter 286: Arsenal’s Revival

    <h4>Chapter 286: Arsenal''s Revival</h4>


    As the second half kicked off, Millwallunched a lightning-fast attack. When tactics fail to take down the opponent, it''s all about changing the rhythm of the game.


    Aldrich loved this approach. Although their prating attacks in the first half hade to nothing, they had to have worn down the opposition, making them think Millwall would continue the same way in the second half. The moment Millwall suddenly shifted their ying style and pace, the ripple effect would be significant.


    The first five minutes and thest five minutes of each half are the times when yers are most mentally vulnerable. In the first five minutes, different yers need varying amounts of time to adjust to the rhythm of the game. In thest five minutes, as the match draws to a close, attention can inevitably wane.


    At the start of the second half for Millwall, instead ofunching the ball forward, Pirlo took his time. He strolled around in midfield, reminiscent of an elderly yer taking a leisurely pace. With a gentle half-turn to shield the ball, he easily eluded Wright''s pressure. Then, hebined with Makelele in a quick one-two, leaving Bergkamp frustrated. As Pires moved in to help, Pirlo smoothly switched the ball over to the right side.


    Pires was taken aback as the ball rolled past him. He didn''t need to look to know that someone would be flying past him from behind��Schneider!


    Schneider surged forward with the ball, charging down the pitch like a whirlwind. Given that he had been running non-stop throughout the match, especially as an attacking full-back, he definitely felt the weariness creeping in. But he was determined, gritting his teeth and managing his stamina wisely. As the second half kicked off, he aimed to make a quick strike!


    Schneider''s dribbling disrupted Arsenal''s defense; Gudjohnsen roamed in the channels. As Winterburn was forced to press Schneider, the German seized the opportunity to drive to the byline and whipped in a cross.


    It seemed he might overhit it, as the ball soared over the goal and began to descend. Adams and Keown missed itpletely. When they turned to look, they discovered that the Ukrainian had evaded Dixon and was charging in fiercely.


    In his eagerness, Shevchenko was too fast to stop and adjust for a shot, so he leaped and connected perfectly with a header. The ball thumped into the goal with the force of a volley, striking Arsenal''s.


    This was only Millwall''s third shot of the match, far less than Arsenal''s nine in the first half. Yet, it was this scant opportunity that Shevchenko capitalized on!


    Seaman didn''t touch the ball as it flew straight into the bottom corner of the!


    "Wow! The Ukrainian scores with a header! What a magnificent goal��definitely a contender for the best goal of the round! Millwall has taken the lead at the start of the second half. What a stroke of bad luck for Arsenal; they''ve had three shots on target and couldn''t find the, yet Millwall scored with their third attempt!"


    Shevchenko put his team ahead, and while Aldrich was thrilled, he faced a tough decision.


    With an away lead, should they defend or attack?


    There was still plenty of time left in the match, and making adjustments now seemed unwise. Plus, with a 4-2-3-1 formation, their defensive line had already shrunk to quite a conservative stance.


    Wenger was speechless.


    The fans at Highbury were even more exasperated.


    Where''s the justice?


    Is there still fairness in football? When the Lions y well, they win, and when they struggle, they can still take the lead. What the hell? Did Lady Luck attend your yer''s Christmas bash?


    Instead of demoralizing Arsenal, this goal ignited their fury.


    It was obvious that they had been maintaining a suppressive power, but they found themselvesgging behind. Are all Millwall yers German?


    Lineker once said: Football is a game where 22 men kick a ball for 90 minutes, and the Germans always win.


    The Gunners'' response was swift and fierce!


    Just six minutester, Gudjohnsen''s shot from outside the box was blocked, and Trezeguet''s follow-up was snuffed out by Seaman, who collected it cleanly.


    Arsenal countered.


    This counterattack started from the goal kick, as Adams passed to Dixon, who then gave it to Vieira. Vieira sent it over to Overmars, who broke down the wing, dazzling with his quick stops and turns to outmaneuver Capdev, before passing the ball to Bergkamp.


    Throughout this rapid counterattack, Millwall''s yers hardly touched the ball, lightning-fast in execution.


    From the sidelines, Aldrich watched the yers'' positioning, but his attention was caught by one yer.


    That yer was Adams, who had run up from the small box.


    He came forward at a steady pace, creeping up to Millwall''s defense like a ghost.


    Aldrich shouted, pointing at Adams, "Bernd, go mark him!"


    Schneider was the closest to Aldrich, and upon hearing the shout, he abandoned Pires and dashed to mark Adams, who had now reached the edge of the penalty area.


    But it was toote.


    With the ball, Bergkamp feinted a breakthrough in front of Southgate, creating space for himself. It looked like a pass but was actually a shot, directing the ball across the small box.


    This was a cross-field ball; Wright attracted Elguerra''s attention, but neither yer made contact in their tussle. Butt assumed Wright would finish the chance, but the ball rolled just past Wright. To his shock, as he turned to follow the ball''s path, he found Adams charging in front of Schneider, who struck the ball cleanly into the.


    Schneider kicked the post in frustration.


    This goal wasn''t his fault, really.


    Yet he felt guilty; who would''ve thought Adams would make that run all the way from the defensive line to score a goal?


    Last season, this team also had central defenders assisting, but at that time Arsenal mainly defended with five yers. Now they are down to four; it is of course risky for the centre-backs to step forward to assist, but Arsenal have always had a tradition of doing this.


    Such unexpected attacking threats were even more dangerous, as the approach was deeply concealed, and when center-backs surged forward during open y, they could catch defenses off guard.


    After scoring, Adams slowed down, standing proudly by the advertising boards, surveying the Highbury stands like a triumphant king!


    Indeed, how long had it been since Arsenal exuded such dominance?


    They didn''t just regain their regal aura; they had improved their ir as well.


    The Arsenal fans went wild. Seeing Adams'' powerful stance after scoring, they pumped their fists and cheered loudly.


    This is how it should be!


    People say Millwall became the king of London, what nonsense!


    When Arsenal ruled Ennd, The Lions didn''t even know where they were!


    "Captain Adams has stepped up for the Gunners! He''s equalized! Arsenal, who had been oppressed by Millwall for over two years, are finally showing their strength in this match. They''re clearly in amanding position. Although their style is more conservativepared to Manchester United, they''re relentless in their quest for goals through counterattacks. Let''s see what the oue of this match will be."


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines with crossed arms, a serious expression on his face.


    This period is difficult for Arsenal to cope with. They look trickier and more powerful than Manchester United, because Manchester United always ys in a domineering manner, which makes them more vulnerable to counterattacks by the other side. But Wenger''s Arsenal focuses on defense, and their offense mainly relies on counterattacks after defense, leaving opponents wondering how to deal with the game.


    In ten years, Arsenal might''ve had a dazzling attacking style, but when it came down to strength, they would often copse quickly under pressure.


    But now, Vieira and Pettit dominate the double defensive midfielder, coupled with the experienced golden defense line, the forwards are almost perfect as long as they withdraw the defense line when defending.


    Months ago, when the transition from defense to attack was sorted out, Arsenal underwent a substantial metamorphosis; they could attack and defend effectively!


    As the match intensified, both teams exchanged blows that left the stands gasping in astonishment.


    As the clock ticked down to the eighty-fourth minute, Overmars, carrying the ball down the nk, was dispossessed by Makelele. He passed to Pirlo, creating a golden opportunity for a counterattack!


    Pirlo delivered a pinpoint pass to Back up ahead.


    The German turned, looking to thread a ball through to Trezeguet, who was making a diagonal run into the channel.


    But Vieira stretched out a leg, intercepting the ball before it reached Back''s foot.


    Counterattack for Arsenal!


    Aldrich felt something was off��this scene felt too familiar.


    It mirrored the tempo Millwall had used against Arsenal months ago.


    When the opponent makes a mistake in their counter, they can simply turn the guns around and hit back,pletely throwing them off bnce.


    Retracement, retracement! Protect the space first!


    Aldrich was screaming internally, and the yers instinctively began to follow his thoughts.


    Vieira shifted the ball out to the wing for Overmars. The little flying man, having learned from his previous mishap, didn''t dare to take on the defense directly and quicklyid the ball back. Vieira strode forward and made a one-two with the retreating Bergkamp, breaking through Pirlo''s defense, now facing thest line of defense before Millwall''s box.


    Makelele was chasing back, just in time to reinforce his defense.


    Wright drew the attention of both center-backs, while Bergkamp simultaneously charged into the penalty area, forcing the two towering defenders to split their focus.


    Before Makelele could fully cover, Vieiraunched the ball.


    It wasn''t directed at Wright, nor was it aimed at Bergkamp but rather at Pires, who had made an angled run in from the left side.


    Pires didn''t cut into the box but instead movedterally for a step. Having created the shooting angle, he decisively pulled the trigger from distance!


    The ball soared in an arc between Southgate and Elguerra, heading straight for the back post of Millwall''s goal��a dead corner!


    Aldrich, watching from the sidelines, prayed, "Save it, save it, save it!"


    Boom!


    Highbury erupted!


    "Pires'' long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area has pierced through Millwall''s goal! 2-1, Arsenal has turned the match around! Millwall has been defeated by thebination of two former yers, Vieira and Pires��outstanding yers produced by Millwall, who now cruelly struck back against them! Andy, could the defending champions face back-to-back away defeats?"


    "If they suffer two losses in four days, it might just be the most frustrating New Year Millwall has experienced in years. It has to be said that Arsenal performed better today; their attack was more threatening, thanks to a solid defense. Adams, Keown, and others have rejuvenated under Wenger; you could hardly tell that this backline had an average age nearing thirty. On the other hand, Millwall,cking key yers, was in poor form today��perhaps affected by their loss to Manchester United and the scandal. Yet even if they lost this match, it''s not the end of the world. From another perspective, Hall should be relieved that the issues surfaced now rather than two monthster! If the team''s problems were exposed then, all their efforts for the season could be utterly destroyed!"


    After going behind, Aldrich didn''t give in on the sidelines. He took a risk, subbing in a striker, sending Van Nistelrooy on to partner with Trezeguet. With little time left, Millwall''s y became more direct, lofting high balls into the penalty area, but it yielded little effect; in the final minutes, they couldn''t even register a shot.


    When the match concluded, the Arsenal fans celebrated wildly while the Millwall supporters left quietly, offering no reproaches to their team. Even though it was their first loss to Arsenal in four years, and despite having previously beaten Arsenal under Graham in cuppetitions when they were in the First Division, today they fell short in their first London derby against Arsenal.

 Chapter 287: A Shift in Strategy

    <h4>Chapter 287: A Shift in Strategy</h4>


    In the same round of fixtures, Manchester United clinched a 2-0 victory at home against Everton. Ferguson must be raising a toast to Arsenal for taking down the reigning champions. As a result, United extended their lead over Millwall to nine points, while Arsenal, despite their win, stillgged ten points behind United. We saw this scenario unfold around the same timest year; only this time, the positions of United and Millwall were switched, with an even more despairing 16-point gap separating the second ce from the leaders. Let''s hope Millwall can swiftly regain their form; otherwise, they might watch Manchester United celebrate their championship at home in the final round. Hall once mentioned that if given the chance, he would have his team line up to wee the soon-to-be crowned champions, but I believe he would do everything possible to avoid such a scenario.


    After the loss, Aldrich approached Wenger to shake hands. At that moment, he could probably rte to Wenger''s previous feelings. After the handshake, he didn''t rush to leave; instead, he took a moment to greet every yer on the pitch. Some were noticeably downcast and reluctant to speak, so Aldrich offered a few words of encouragement, giving them a reassuring pat on the shoulder before being thest to head down the tunnel.


    The post-match press conference was charged with tension. While there was no purposeful reprimand, many questions were remarkably pointed.


    Aldrich staunchly defended his yers, particrly Back.


    He dismissed the idea that Lampard would have performed better than Back had he yed, but it was undeniable that the German had a poor showing in this match. The goals they conceded came from his mistakes during counterattacks, with Vieira seizing the chance to counter, causing Millwall to lose their grip on even a draw.


    Capdev''s return from injury also raised concerns about Millwall''s squad depth. Aldrich tried to interpret the team''s issues with a calm mindset. He believed losing was part and parcel of football��no team goes unbeaten throughout the season. Especially with such a tight schedule, if the team isn''t in good form, they need to identify the problems and remedy them. Stepping back onto the right path would take time unless they faced an unstoppable downward spiral, which would be a real concern.


    Just prior to their losses against Manchester United and Arsenal, Millwall had several undefeated matches and had performed well. However, public patience was thin. The previous season''s glory had made Millwall the target of scrutiny. Many observers were waiting to see them stumble, tired of their ongoing sess, relishing the thought of the reigning champions faltering.


    The next two weeks were dedicated to cuppetitions, with Millwall set to y two matches: one in the FA Cup and the semi-finals of the League Cup against Middlesbrough.


    After returning to the club, Aldrich held a coaches'' meeting.


    During his reflections on the match against Arsenal, he noted how Arsenal''s defensive stance stifled their attacking opportunities. They had often encountered this challenge during the first half of the season.


    "Parking the bus" had been amon tactic they faced over the past months. However, against a more organized side like Arsenal, it posed a different challenge, as their counterattacking approach was systematic and well-nned. Aldrich''s reflections stemmed from recognizing that this version of Arsenal resembled Millwall''s own early days.


    In their first year after promotion to the Premier League, Millwall had yed a 4-4-2 formation, with Larsson dropping back like Bergkamp, utilizing their speedy wingers for breakthroughs while defending to create attacking opportunities. This fundamental approach had once been the bedrock of Millwall''s ystyle, yet they rarely employed it effectively in the Premier League anymore, even if it still defined their y in the Champions League, albeit with a different formation.


    The struggle to establish this style in the Premier League was primarily due to opponents'' defensive strategies. As reigning champions, opposing teams were more than happy to kill time for a draw, with both sides walking away with a point.


    Mentally, Millwall was perceived as the stronger team, leading new recruits and younger yers to feel overconfident.


    Aldrich and his coaching staff emphasized the development of several new yers over the past six months and ultimately uncovered a disheartening truth. Aside from improvements in training techniques and physical attributes, their tactical knowledge��particrly understanding Millwall''s football philosophy��wascking.


    Aldrich attributed this critical shoring to the match against Arsenal.


    He noticed that Gudjohnsen hadrge gaps in his defensive y. Against weaker teams, these issues went unnoticed since their attacking firepower was limited, but Arsenal''s wingers, Pires and Overmars, posed tremendous threats.


    A mere second''s hesitation from Gudjohnsen would lead to significant defensivepses.


    Offensively, whether it was Gudjohnsen, Duff, or Van der Meyde, their performance wasckluster. In their limited ying time, they repeatedly faced the same issues: attack, attack, attack...


    In the Premier League, where physicality is paramount, simply having technical skills wasn''t enough. When their physical confrontations didn''t even achieve parity, the arduous battle would feel like hell for them.


    In the meeting room, Benitez continued to point out yers'' positional errors on therge TV screen. The other coaches watched intently since a significant part of their roles involved addressing these mistakes in training to enhance their skills.


    Aldrich, however, seemed to be in another world. After some time, he suddenly tapped on the table, drawing everyone''s attention.


    "I think our rotation strategy for the first half of the season was wed."


    "Aldrich, are you suggesting that we should have our first-choice lineup go all out to close the gap in the league? That''s dangerous. Whether in the league or the Champions League, these tournaments span more than six months. You need to ensure the team''s overall sustainability. If we misallocate our physical resources, we might find ourselves struggling in thest 13-14 game stretch when we need to be pushing the hardest!"


    Janson frowned and expressed his views.


    Craig supported Janson, saying, "Our rotation strategy has worked for the past three seasons. It''s guaranteed results while allowing younger yers to develop."


    Aldrich waved a hand, saying, "No, I''m not saying that rotation itself is the issue, but rather, uh, that we miscalibrated our rotation based on our opponents."


    Everyone looked puzzled, unsure of what he meant.


    Aldrich stood up and walked to the nk board, writing a series of numbers.


    He pointed to 1-14, stating, "Before the season, based on the congestion of fixtures and injury impacts, we nned to have our first-choice lineup face the top two tiers of teams��those we ssified as upper and mid-tier teams, sitting roughly between positions 1-14. The remaining teams, 15 and below, would be handled by the substitutes, right?"


    Everyone nodded.


    Aldrich continued, "Conventional wisdom suggests that teams ranked 15 and below are weaker than those in 1-14. Thus, it seems logical to have our lesser substitutes y against these weaker Premier League teams. However, we overlooked a critical fact: we are the Premier League champions! Even teams ranked 15 and lower are desperate for points, and they''ll adopt a conservative tactic just to secure a draw. Our substitutesck the capability for these grinding battles. What is the result? yers like Van der Meyde and Duff, who possess speed and skills, are unable to showcase their strengths, failing to develop defensive awareness because they rarely face intense opposition. They remain stuck in an endless attacking cycle, unable to defend, which is a huge issue! We made a miscalibration in our strategy!"


    The coaches exchanged nces, surprised by the dilemmas Aldrich had raised.


    In any elite club, when ites to rotation, it''smon practice to have substitutes face weaker opponents. Isn''t that standard?


    However, many elite teams have lost matches they should have won due to underestimating the opposition.


    Millwall''s first half of the season had been an example of this.


    Benitez, with a serious expression, asked, "So, what do you suggest we should do to adjust?"


    Aldrich wiped his tactical board clean and wrote down another series of numbers.


    "We should assign teams ranked 1-8 and those ranked 15 and below��representing the strongest and weakest in the Premier League��to our first-choice squad. The top-tier teams provide high-stakespetition, while the bottom teams make it easier for our main yers to secure points. The 9 to 14-ranked teams should be handled by the substitutes!"


    "However, this means that our substitute squad would not hold an advantage against these teams and might even be at aplete disadvantage."


    Aldrich replied firmly, "That''s why we need to adjust our tactics. When the substitutes y, we must adopt a conservative approach, allowing the opponent to attack. This will give our neers necessary defensive experience and build their team defensive awareness. At the same time, by focusing on counterattacks, they can gradually find confidence in their game."


    "But what if the opponent is also defensive? Like when we sent a substitute squad to y against Spurs at White Hart Lane, yet they were satisfied with just holding on for a draw."


    Aldridge spread his hands, "That''s why we need to let them know that we are going to field a young team. Before the game, we have to spread this message; this will be my psychological war with the opponent."


    Benitez, intrigued, asked, "And how do you n to do this?"


    "Just as I mentioned, we should reveal the starting lineup early and see how the opponents react. Sending in a squad they perceive as a bunch of kids��will they really still go all out defensively? The teams ranked 9-14 in the Premier League are in afortable position; they don''t face heavy relegation pressure, and their ambitions for Europeanpetition are hampered by their limitations. They''re just dreaming of making it further in domestic cup tournaments, so in league matches, they really won''t be willing to give up their dignity! With an average yer age of under 23, do they really think they can afford to y it safe? Would their fans be okay with that? The w in our previous strategic direction lies in underestimating the so-called weakest teams; they are actually the ones most willing to give up everything to survive in the Premier League. Hence, we need to focus on securing points while also nurturing our young talents, which necessitates a strategic shift."


    The coaches exchanged looks, nodding in agreement. They had to admit Aldrich''s perspective had merit.


    Mid-table teams ying against Millwall''s substitutes had nothing to gain from parking the bus. On the other hand, if they were up against Millwall''s first team, it would be fully justifiable for them to defend with all they had due to the significant difference in strength. But if they faced the substitutes and still chose to defend, that would raise serious questions about theirmitment, leading to substantial media pressure.


    The coaches began rewriting the rotation strategy based on Aldrich''s insights just as the winter transfer market set off more waves!

 Chapter 288: Warm Galliani

    <h4>Chapter 288: Warm Galliani</h4>


    In the summer of ''95, Van Gaal led Ajax to the pinnacle of Europe, defeating AC Mn, marking the beginning of the downfall of the Mn dynasty. Last season, AC Mn finished mid-table in Serie A. They brought back the esteemed coach Capello this season, but as the halfway point approached, the team still showed no signs of recovery.


    Berlusconi, as the owner of the Rossoneri, saw the club as more than just a football entity; it was a means to garner public support for his political career. Because of this, he couldn''t sit idle while AC Mn slid into decline. The fate of the club was intertwined with his own political fortunes.


    AC Mn''s most pressing issue lies upfront; with Weah injured and both Kluivert


    and Anderson suffering from dismal goal-scoring rates, the team desperately needs a striker. This is barely a secret in the transfer market, as Galliani searches far and wide for forwards. It seems that names from the top of the scoring charts across Europe''s five major leagues are constantly linked with AC Mn.


    Galliani felt enormous pressure. The transfer activities in the summers of ''96 and ''97 had a repetitive pattern: initially, there was a chorus of praise during the summer transfer assessments. AC Mn wasuded for their shrewd acquisitions, and Galliani''s efforts were recognized. Yet, as the season progressed, the criticism became harsh: "What on earth has AC Mn acquired?"


    The goalkeeper Taibi, who was bought for $6.5 million just six months ago, had been underwhelming, far from the level needed for AC Mn.


    Signing Kluivert for free may seem impressive, but after half a season at Mn, his goalscoring tally can barely be counted on one hand. To make matters worse, due to a legal problem that severely damaged his reputation, he was nicknamed "The Rapist" everywhere he went, which directly tarnished Mn''s glorious image.


    Bogard arrived on a free transfer and was considered a capable yer, but due to his habit of arguing tactics with his coach, he quickly fell out of favor with Capello and was ultimately not even on the bench. On, he was sent to the stands.


    Swedish forward Anderson, although asionally used as a wild card by Capello, repeatedly let the coach down.


    Ziege, known as Germany''s golden wing, entered a decline soon after making his way to Mn. The transfer raised eyebrows since it was quite evident that he would struggle to take the spot held firmly by the iconic Maldini.


    As for the other arrivals, most were either unqualified substitutes or mere fleeting presences at Mn. The only exception was Leonardo, who had been personally chosen by Capello and met expectations.


    In this challenging environment, Galliani sought to inject new blood into Mn while proving his worth in the transfer market.


    Entering January ''98, with just three days until the FA Cup kickoff, Aldrich spent his evenings at home reading a novel rmended by Rowling, deeply engrossed in the story.


    Ding-dong.


    The doorbell rang.


    Aldrich got up from the sofa, set his book aside, and opened the door to find Shevchenko standing there in casual attire.


    "Hi, boss, good evening."


    "Come in. Are you here to discuss AC Mn''s interest in you?"


    Aldrich was already prepared for this.


    AC Mn had only made a quiet inquiry, and a winter transfer was impossible since Shevchenko didn''t have an EU passport, and the club had no non-EU spots left. They would have to wait until the summer to consider a transfer.


    Aldrich hadn''t hidden this from the yer or his agent��there was no point.


    Shevchenko settled into a chair, taking a cup of tea from Aldrich with an expression that remained calm. He nodded and said, "Yes, I wanted to talk about that."


    "What conditions did AC Mn offer you?"


    Aldrich asked, keeping his demeanor neutral.


    Shevchenko shook his head in confusion. "I don''t know. Did the club approve my transfer?"


    Aldrich replied, shaking his head with a smile. "No, AC Mn just made an inquiry. The club''s response was to decline any discussions."


    His initial question had been to gauge whether AC Mn had approached Shevchenko privately. From the look on the yer''s face, it seemed they hadn''t.


    Shevchenko held the teacup, speaking softly. "Boss, I feel I can talk about anything with you. I''ve always believed you understood me. I will always be grateful to Millwall and to you. But I want to go to Italy. AC Mn has been pursuing me for a year, and they''ve shown considerable interest, so..."


    Aldrich, as head coach, could read the signs��the yers who wanted to leave.


    Shevchenko had viewed the Premier League as a stepping stone long before he joined Millwall, and one could hardly me him; everyone has their own aspirations, which can''t be forced.


    Moreover, his hesitation during the contract renewalst summer had already hinted at his intentions.


    Many clubs were eager to sign him in Italy, with AC Mn and Inter Mn being the most famous. Last summer, Inter brought in Ronaldo, while AC Mn signed Kluivert for free. At that time, Shevchenko didn''t want to move to Italy because he certainly didn''t want to be a substitute. But now, things have changed. Kluivert has been underwhelming at Mn, and Weah is injured. How he will perform when hees back remains a mystery.


    Shevchenko''s type of forward was exactly what big clubs in Serie A preferred. He was known for his teamwork, not as a lone wolf enjoying the game while straying from the collective effort. yers cultivated in the Millwall system, celebrated for their teamwork, were favored by Italian clubs, contrasting sharply with talents like Roberto Baggio. Although Baggio''s skills were undeniable, if a star yer has shes with coaches like Capello, Lippi, Trapattoni, Ancelotti, and Shi, it indicates an issue with the yer himself. Big club coaches rarely sought someone who drifted from collective y.


    After pondering for a moment, Aldrich calmly asked, "Andrei, if I offered you a new contract, would you consider staying at Millwall?"


    Shevchenko slightly shook his head. "Boss, it''s not about the money."


    Aldrich nodded and smiled. "I thought I could keep you for another two years. That way, you''d at least get your British passport, which would be more convenient for you. But since you want to venture into Italy sooner, I understand. Just make sure to put in your best effort in the second half of the season. Don''t let AC Mn lose interest in you by the summer. Non-EU spots are precious for Italian clubs; they''ll be very selective."


    Shevchenko nodded with a smile. "Don''t worry, boss, for the next few months, I''ll give it my all."


    He stood, hugged Aldrich, and said goodbye as he left.


    After seeing off Shevchenko, Aldrich murmured to himself, "Thank goodness Henrik is already 26."


    Larsson was also in demand, but he seemed indifferent to moving.


    At the prime of his career, if he were to transfer to another club, the new contract would likely be for at least four years, considering the hefty transfer fee involved in acquiring him.


    If his move ended in failure, it would be tough for Larsson to reim his previous peak��one that could include des like the Ballon d''Or!


    While Millwall''s stadium was small and the clubcked the status of a giant, theirpetitiveness was undeniable; they just needed results and trophies. Larsson preferred to reach new heights with a team where he feltfortable rather than take a risk at another big club.


    Shevchenko was young, only 21, and he could afford to recover from a setback. Larsson, however, wanted to im honors and trophies now, not shoulder the burden of reviving Mn, especially when no one could guarantee what sesses awaited him.


    Before bed, Aldrich texted Galliani: "We can talk about Shevchenko''s transfer."


    A year ago, Millwall and AC Mn had a bitter falling-out when Mn tried to lure Larsson using underhanded tactics, openly courting the yer through the media while privately contacting him. Aldrich had been furious, publicly criticizing AC Mn for their disrespect toward Millwall.


    Galliani was no arrogant figure; he was a skilled manager who knew how to maneuver the transfer market, recognizing when to be assertive, when to tread carefully, and how to mend the damage from previous missteps.


    Therefore, over the past year, Galliani had been working to repair the rift with Millwall while subtly building rapport with Millwall''s yers.


    In reality, when Shevchenko mentioned AC Mn''s genuine interest, Aldrich scoffed internally.


    Top clubs throws wide in the transfer market,piling a wishlist of every yer they''re interested in, regardless of whether they''ll actually pursue them. They first establish rtionships, and when they decide to move, they do so seamlessly.


    Shevchenko was fortunate; he wasn''t anyone''s backup n, though he might be��perhaps overshadowed by bigger names that AC Mn couldn''t afford or who simply refused to join.


    Upon waking the next morning, Aldrich found numerous texts from Galliani on his phone.


    To his surprise, Galliani had flown to London overnight.


    Even though Galliani had recently been busy trying to poach yers from Inter Mn, he understood that this season was a lost cause and had toy the groundwork for summer transfers.


    He made his secret visit to London, booking a private room at a nondescript Italian restaurant. Less than 18 hours after Aldrich''s text, he had sent over a dinner invitation.


    Aldrich had previously spoken with him over the phone. In fact, he had been inmunication with transfer managers and CEOs within the industry because Millwall remained a goldmine for talent, and everyone wanted a piece, especially since Aldrich held the reins on transfers.


    Aldrich wasn''t inflexible. Not selling a yer didn''t mean he''d coldly reject any inquiries that came his way.


    For instance, Moratti called him almost every few months, and though no deals resulted from those conversations, they helped establish a solid rtionship.


    At the Italian restaurant, Galliani arrived solo, as did Aldrich. After exchanging friendly greetings and taking their seats, Galliani eagerly asked, "Besides Shevchenko, are there any other yers you''d be willing to sell? Uh, don''t get me wrong; I mean, are there any yers not in Millwall''s ns for next season? Mn might need them."


    Aldrich chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Today, I only want to talk about Shevchenko."


    "Okay, then let''s discuss Shevchenko. How does $10 million sound?"


    Aldrich smiled as he pulled a piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket and slid it across the table toward Galliani.


    Galliani looked at the contents on the paper and his expression visibly soured.

 Chapter 289: Unexpected Connections

    <h4>Chapter 289: Unexpected Connections</h4>


    Gagliani nced down at the note in front of him, which contained some simple figures.


    r: 1500


    b: 1350


    m: 1200


    l: 1000


    j: 1000


    Unit: Ten thousand pounds.


    With Gagliani''s sharp mind, he understood the meaning behind those letters in less than two seconds.


    These were the offers from top clubs!


    Real Madrid, Barcelona, Manchester United, Liverpool, Juventus.


    Aldrich then said, "These are the offers that some clubs made for Shevchenkost summer."


    Real Madrid is the wealthy elite; they are eager for talented yers who can make a name for themselves and their offers reflect that.


    Barcelona, having lost their superstarst summer, aimed to rece Ronaldo with either Larsson or Shevchenko. Unfortunately, their attempts fell short.


    Manchester United and Liverpool also expressed interest in Shevchenko.


    As for Juventus, the Serie A champions, Lippi has shown interest as well. After Vieri left for Madrid and Boksic joined Lazio, and with Pavano already over thirty, Juventus was keen, but they weren''t overly enthusiastic and ultimately signed Inzaghi.


    Last summer, Shevchenko only proved himself in the Premier League, but now, his performance in the Champions League group stage is even more convincing. Sir, AC Mn has money, but you are not the highest bidder. If I wanted to sell Shevchenko for a high price, I wouldn''t be seeing you here. The only reason I didn''t meet with representatives from other clubs was that AC Mn was Shevchenko''s childhood dream. He yearns for San Siro, and I hope he can realize this dream, but please AC Mn not to trample on his enthusiasm. "


    After hearing Aldrich''s words, Gagliani let out a long sigh.


    It seemed like things had simplified a lot.


    In the past, he would have been more confident because yers want to join AC Mn, which is crucial in the post-Bosman era.


    But facing Aldrich made Gagliani feel like the situation had be trickier.


    Negotiating the price was going to be tough!


    Bargaining hard would feel like trampling on the yer''s enthusiasm.


    But if he offers a record transfer fee, it doesn''t seem worth it, especially when he has to answer to his boss, Silvio Berlusconi, for it.


    "Mr. Hall, let''s be fair. What do you think Shevchenko is worth?"


    Aldrich shrugged and replied, "At least not less than 25 million pounds. Last summer, Real Madrid offered 15 million. Given their current predicament in La Liga, if I sit across the negotiating table from them, they probably wouldn''t hesitate to offer a bit more, especially considering Shevchenko''s performance over thest six months has significantly increased his market value."


    Gagliani shook his head with a bitter smile. "25 million pounds? Maybe Real Madrid can afford it, but Mn definitely can''t."


    Aldrich sighed, "What you''d be getting is a future Ballon d''Or winner, a forward who contributes at least a dozen goals a season for the team. How many goals did AC Mn score in the league this half-season? Does the whole team even have a dozen?"


    Gagliani''s expression darkened as he frowned in frustration. "Mr. Hall, if you came here to mock AC Mn and make me back down, you''ve got it all wrong."


    Aldrich motioned for him to calm down and said softly, "How about this? What can AC Mn offer?"


    "10 million pounds."


    "12 million."


    "13 million."


    "The gap is too big; we can''t reach a consensus."


    "Let''s agree on a t fee of 16 million pounds!"


    Aldrich rubbed his temples and hesitated for a long moment before continuing, "I''m someone who likes to make friends. If you offer 16 million pounds, I must include a use in the contract."


    "What use?"


    "A 30% cut on the next transfer."


    "No way!"


    "Alright, how about this: you help me with one thing, and then add two million pounds. 18 million pounds, and we have a deal."


    Gagliani pondered for a moment. 18 million pounds was almost like a gamble, but Mn had been struggling for two seasons and certainly needed fresh blood��blood that could act as a boost.


    He asked in a serious tone, "What do you need help with?"


    Aldrich smiled and said, "Let''s discuss it over dinner."


    Once dinner was served, Aldrich and Gagliani whispered and discussed the "favor" he needed.


    After their meal, Gagliani wore a worried expression and said, "I can''t make any promises."


    "As long as you do help me, my promise will still hold in the summer, haha, looking forward to our cooperation."


    "Cooperation, looking forward to."


    That night, Gagliani flew back to Mn to continue his winter transfer operations.


    Aldrich, however, couldn''t afford to rx.


    Shevchenko''s departure was a done deal; Aldrich just hoped that in the second half of the season, the Ukrainian striker would keep his word and fight hard for Millwall across multiple fronts!


    Another yer at the club confirmed his departure during the winter.


    Martin O''Neill had also invited Aldrich to dinner.


    Throughout the year, Aldrich received countless invitations��some were for social gatherings, while others were from personal friends. He always had to take some time to politely decline certain invites.


    O''Neill didn''t want to wait until summer to buy Tony.


    He feared that Tony''s outstanding performance at Leicester City would attract the attention of other big clubs.


    Tony still had some decent ambitions. O''Neill relied heavily on him, and he wanted to repay O''Neill''s trust. So after the half-season loan period ended and he returned to the club, Tony discussed future ns with Aldrich. He didn''t want to continue as a loanee at Leicester City; he wanted a permanent move. At the very least, it would mean a raise in his sry.


    During dinner discussions with O''Neill, Aldrich agreed to Tony''s transfer and didn''t haggle; he only asked for 3.5 million pounds.


    Before the FA Cupmenced, Aldrich spent time at the club dealing with various invitations, most of which were for charity gs. Organizations that he wasn''t familiar with would send invitations to the club to have him attend.


    Once he finished with those invitations, Aldrich nced at the appointment sheet brought by the club staff.


    Throughout the year, he often found himself dealing with yer agents, and not all of Millwall''s yers were under Andrew''s management, so conversations with agents required appointments, providing both parties with time to prepare.


    But he spotted a name on the appointment sheet that was quite unfamiliar now in the English football coaching circle but would soon be very familiar.


    David Moyes.


    Seeing his name, Aldrich made a special call to his assistant to inquire about him. Once he confirmed it was indeed the Moyes he was aware of from his past, Aldrich then asked his assistant what the purpose of the meeting was.


    "He said he wants to loan a yer."


    "Oh? Which club is he with?"


    "Preston."


    "Preston? Isn''t that our FA Cup opponent tomorrow?"


    "What''s his position at Preston? When researching the club, he wasn''t their head coach."


    "Oh, he''s currently the interim manager, the previous one was just sacked three days ago."


    "Well, that''s interesting. Cancel the appointment; I''ll talk to him directly after the game."


    "Got it."


    Preston was now in the third tier of English football, League Two.


    They weren''t lucky in the FA Cup, drawing Millwall, and on top of that, ying away.


    When Aldrich studied the opponent, he didn''t dive too deep into the details as lower-league teams didn''t warrant too much time and energy. A general understanding of their ying style, key yers, advantages, and disadvantages was sufficient since club scouts also didn''t have much time to invest in lower-tier teams.


    The next day.


    Aldrich met Moyes at The Den. Dressed in sports attire, Moyes stood in front of the away team''s bench looking serious, fully immersed in directing the match. However, given Preston''s limited yer capabilities, he didn''t have much room to maneuver.


    Aldrich remained seated the entire match, not moving during halftime either; he sent Benitez to check in because at that point, the team was already leading 3-0.


    This was a one-sided match, and the trio of Gudjohnsen, Duff, and Van der Meyde was really on fire.


    An important factor was that Preston''s morale was low; they were currently in the relegation zone in League Two. Hence, the previous manager had been dismissed, and Moyes had been promoted from assistant coach to interim manager.


    Moyes was quite capable, at least before he managed Everton, he had received an invitation from Manchester United to be an assistant. However, at that time, he wanted to make a name for himself, so he declined Ferguson''s offer.


    As for what happenedter with Manchester United, well, Moyes''s story turned somewhat tragic. Taking over from a legend was risky business; even if he had the talent, it might not be enough.


    After the game, Aldridge stood up and shook Moyes'' hand, looking a little embarrassed. It was their first meeting and he handed Moyes'' side a 5-0 defeat.


    Moyes didn''t disy any disappointment; after all, it was quite normal for Preston to lose 5-0 to Millwall.


    Arsenal had faced the same fate here as well.


    "Mr. Hall, it''s a pleasure."


    Moyes carried an air of humility, likely due to stepping in midway through the season as the interim manager; he probably felt like he was walking on thin ice.


    After shaking Moyes'' hand, Aldrich smiled and said, "Let''s go to my office to chat, and discuss the yer loan situation."


    Moyes'' face brightened a bit; he feared Aldrich, being a younger manager, would look down on Preston and refuse to lend them yers.


    Upon entering Aldrich''s office, Moyes observed the simpleyout, with only four frames hanging on the wall, showcasing the family photos from Millwall''s pre-season since the summer of ''94.


    Looking at the yers in those photos, Moyes felt nostalgic.


    Flipping back to the 1994 family photo, they beckoned memories of a time when no one expected great things from yers like Larsson, Trezeguet, or Nedved.


    Aldrich poured two sses of wine and handed one to Moyes. Thetter sighed, "Mr. Hall, your ability to develop yers is truly admirable."


    "It''s not just my effort; the yers are talented, they work hard and they''re disciplined."


    "No need to downy it. Perhaps you won''t like to hear this, but there are several yers in Millwall who, at first nce, might seemcking in talent, yet now they have be strong yers."


    "That mighte down to our different understanding of talent. If talent just refers to a yer''s skills, then professional football and fancy football wouldn''t be all that different."


    Moyes fell silent for a moment, then said earnestly, "Mr. Hall, I would like to formally request a loan for a few yers from Millwall until the end of the season. I can assure you that any yer loaned to Preston will receive equal treatment and every opportunity to develop. I hope these yers can help the team out of its predicament, but due to financial difficulties, we cannot afford the loan fees or the wages over the loan period."


    Aldrich stroked his chin and nodded. "While I''ve studied Preston recently, it''s still your first time as head coach. I hope you don''t mind if I take a bit of your time. You must rify a few points for me: first, which yers do you want to loan? Second, how will you use them? Third, what''s the minimum number of appearances required for the loaned yer?"


    Moyes perked up and gestured his hand, "Let''s sit down and discuss it in detail then."


    "Alright!"

 Chapter 290: Ronaldinho: Starting to shine

    <h4>Chapter 290: Ronaldinho: Starting to shine</h4>


    Loaning out young yers for development is amon practice in professional football, but Aldrich was always very strict in this regard. In previous seasons, for example, Van Nistelrooy had limited ying time at Millwall, and despite interest from lower-league clubs, Aldrich rejected all offers after careful consideration.


    He couldn''t allow another tragedy like what happened with David Larmore to ur.


    Loaning yers is meant to provide them with game experience and help them improve their skills, but the prerequisite is that the yer must have a ce in the loaned team where they can fully utilize their talents. For instance, technical yers like Larmore, if loaned to a team that ys a high-ball, long-pass strategy and is expected to y as a target man, will gain little from the experience. Worse, a failed loan spell can damage a yer''s confidence, whichpletely contradicts the purpose of the loan.


    Because of this, Aldrich needed to have a deep conversation with Moyes to understand his tactical approach and the role he envisioned for the yer. Only after understanding these aspects could he make an informed decision about whether the loan was suitable for the yer.


    Moyes, being Scottish, came from a football culture that prized teamwork and short-passing strategies. Though he hadn''t yet disyed a refined coaching style, at least he wasn''t known for a crude, direct football approach.


    In front of Aldrich, a championship-winning coach, Moyes appeared more like a student. When exining his tactical ideas, he would often adopt a questioning tone, as if seeking Aldrich''s approval.


    Aldrich remained silent, merely listening. He knew better than to y the teacher and lecture. Although Moyes might be genuinely humble and eager to learn now, Aldrich wasn''t na?ve; after all, Moyes was around 15 years younger. Would he still respect him after this conversation? Aldrich didn''t know, but he saw no need to act superior.


    After understanding Moyes'' coaching philosophy, Aldrich was stunned when Moyes mentioned the first yer he wanted to loan.


    Ronaldinho.


    Aldrich shook his head repeatedly, muttering, "No, no, no..." as if someone were trying to steal his prized possession.


    And in a way, Ronaldinho really was Aldrich''s treasure at Millwall.


    Everyone in the club, from the first team to the youth squad, knew how strict Aldrich was with Ronaldinho''s training. Even when Ronaldinho was still in the youth team, Aldrich would often drop by to watch him train and pull him aside for individual guidance.


    Yet, Ronaldinho was the only yer unafraid of Aldrich. Outside of training, he would often joke around with Aldrich, even sneaking into his house to grab food, and had embarrassed Aldrich in front of others multiple times by pulling pranks, such as pretending to be the team mascot and making Aldrich dance on the sidelines.


    But this unique rtionship made it clear to everyone how high Aldrich''s expectations were for Ronaldinho, and how close the two of them were.


    After Ronaldinho''s stunning debut in the FA Cup finalst season, he hadn''t featured in any more first-team games. Everyone understood that this was Aldrich''s way of protecting him, giving him a period in the reserves to gradually adapt and avoid being thrown into the physical intensity of the Premier League too soon.


    This path was one many yers Aldrich held in high regard had taken, like Pirlo and Shevchenko. Though technically ready to y upon joining the club, they had to work their way up through the youth and reserve teams, carefully adapting to English football before being judged ready for the Premier League.


    Among the yers who hadn''t yet appeared for Millwall, the most anticipated was Ronaldinho. His dazzling debut had captured everyone''s attention, and now the outside world was eagerly awaiting his Premier League breakthrough.


    So when Moyes requested to loan Ronaldinho, Aldrich refused without hesitation. It wasn''t just about the fear of Moyes misusing him; Aldrich had already nned to promote Ronaldinho to the first team in the second half of the season.


    Moyes was disappointed. He knew about Ronaldinho''s performances in the reserves and marveled at Millwall''s depth of talent��how could such a yer be left in the reserves to "rack up stats"?


    Moyes then listed several other names. After careful consideration, Aldrich eventually agreed to loan out four yers: goalkeeper Paul Robinson, full-back Paulo Ferreira, versatile forward Mark Bresciano, and midfielder Tim Cahill.


    These yers, all around 18 years old, had the physical attributes to handle the rigors of senior football. However, their loans woulde with strings attached, as the club required them to return weekly for specialized training sessions. Tony, who had been loaned out earlier in the season, followed a simr regimen, returning for individual technical training with Moniz each week, for two to four hours at a time.


    Moyes left satisfied, having bolstered his squad without spending a penny. As a novice manager, he was grateful for Aldrich''s help and quietly vowed to repay the favor in the future. In the world of football management, he was still a rookie, and other clubs wouldn''t even consider trusting him with their yers, let alone offer loans for free.


    The next day, Aldrich met with the four yers to discuss the loan arrangements. He preferred a candid approach, engaging the yers in honest conversations rather than issuingmands. If any yer disagreed, Aldrich wouldn''t force them, as the loan would significantly affect their lives.


    Fortunately, all four yers agreed to the loans. They had outgrown the youth league, where they dominated theirpetition. With younger yers like Alonso and Pedretti already making waves in the youth team, it was time for them to move on.


    As soon as Aldrich finished his conversation with Paulo Ferreira, the office door hadn''t even closed when someone burst in, bringing with him the smell of sweat.


    "Boss!"


    Ronaldinho, dripping in sweat despite wearing winter gear, appeared in front of Aldrich, shouting with glee, "23 goals, 26 assists! I did it!"


    Aldrich, momentarily stunned by the outburst, chuckled and replied, "Strange, before you went back to Brazil, it was 19 goals and 26 assists, and now in the first game back, you''ve scored four?"


    Ronaldinho went straight to the corner, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and gulped it down. He had sprinted over from the reserve game immediately after the final whistle, much to the amusement of his teammates.


    In the freezing weather, steam still rose from his head as he drained the water bottle in one go. "Frank and that German guy were great today! They set me up with so many chances. Hey, boss, why didn''t you send Frank and Rio down to the reserves earlier?"


    Aldrich crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling with a silent smile.


    It turned out to be because Lampard and Klose provided assists to Ronaldinho in the reserve team."


    They were being disciplined. They''ll return to the first team soon enough. You''ll start training with the first team tomorrow. Perform well, and I''ll give you your chance when the time is right. But remember, you came from the reserves. If you don''t want to go back, don''t let your performance drop."


    "Don''t worry, boss. Are you cooking tonight?"


    "Why? You nning to freeload again?"


    Ronaldinho grinned before dashing out of the room.


    Since the FA Cup preparations against Preston had begun, Millwall''s coaching staff had shifted their tactics for the second team, reverting to a conservative 4-4-2, simr to the one they used against Arsenal earlier.


    Millwall dominated the game against Preston, but the first leg of the League Cup semi-final against Middlesbrough was a different story.


    Aldrich once again fielded a reserve lineup to rest the starters, and at Riverside Stadium, Millwall came away with a 0-0 draw.


    It was a decent result. Not losing away meant they''d have the home advantage in the second leg.


    As the Premier League resumed, Aldrich promoted Ronaldinho to the first-team squad��and he was in the starting lineup.


    Before their trip to St. James'' Park, the pre-match press conference was packed with reporters eager to ask questions.


    "After two consecutive Premier League losses and falling nine points behind Manchester United, is Millwall shifting focus? Perhaps concentrating on the Champions League or attempting a third consecutive FA Cup win?"


    Aldrich, calm and collected, replied, "My philosophy is to never give up on any official match. So, Millwall will fight for every game. There''s no such thing as shifting focus; that''s a sign of weakness. Even if Manchester United win the league, we''ll still approach every game with the same seriousness, because there''s more to a match than just the result."


    "So, will Millwall field their strongest lineup against Newcastle United tomorrow?"


    Aldrich smiled mysteriously at the question and replied casually, "I can tell you the starting lineup for tomorrow right now. Goalkeeper: Butt, Defenders: Neil, Materazzi, Elguerra, Capdev, Midfielders: Gronkjaer, Gattuso, Back, Ronaldinho, Forwards: Van Nistelrooy, Gudjohnsen. This is the formation and the starting list that Millwall will have for tomorrow."


    The room fell silent.


    The same reporter raised his hand again, frustration clear in his voice. "This contradicts what you just said. Using reserves clearly signals that Millwall is giving up on the Premier League title, doesn''t it? A third consecutive loss would be a serious blow to the team''s morale!"


    "No," Aldrich shook his head. "You can''t jump to conclusions just because the match hasn''t even been yed yet. Think about it��Millwall could very well surprise everyone. Of course, Daglish is a great coach, and Newcastle United is known for their attacking football. I remember when Keegan was in charge, Newcastle was hailed as ying the most beautiful football in Ennd. And then there''s Shearer��he''s still that lethal striker who can create problems for us."


    "Since you know that Newcastle United is a tough opponent, why are you letting the substitutes y? The starters have rested for so long; why not let them take the field?"


    "Well, to be honest, I want to save the main yers for more crucial matches, like the uing showdown against Liverpool!"


    As Aldrich finished his sentence, the reporters who grasped the implication fell silent.


    "Isn''t that just a way of looking down on Newcastle United?"

 Chapter 291: Perfect Debut

    <h4>Chapter 291: Perfect Debut</h4>


    The weather was pleasant along the Tyne River on match day, making itfortable for fans at St. James'' Park, though their spirits were somewhat dampened. They weren''t fond of Dalglish; his cautious tactical style shedpletely with Newcastle United''s traditional approach. The fans were particrly upset that Dalglish sold Gin and Ferdinand, while the yers he brought in had failed to justify their transfer fees.


    During the Keegan era, Newcastle''s defense had been heavily criticized, but now, under Dalglish, the team''s defensive capabilities were equally unimpressive. In the Premier League, their defensive performance was merely average.


    The effectiveness of the frontline had plummeted, as Shearer had been sidelined with an injury for the first half of the season and struggled to regain his form upon returning. This directly caused Newcastle to slide down into the lower half of the league standings, with their goal count ranking near the bottom in the Premier League, only slightly ahead of Wimbledon.


    This sad reality weighed heavily on the fans. In the "Keegan Era," Newcastle''s attacking firepower consistently ranked among the top five, often contending for the top three. Now, it felt like they had taken a step backwards, and the fans could hardly tolerate it.


    Today, facing Millwall at home, the fans seemedckluster in the stands. Newcastle posed little offensive threat, and Millwall chose to tighten up their defense. The day before, Aldrich had disrespected Newcastle, which fueled Millwall''s determination. As the match progressed, both teams fiercely contested each moment, but the exciting ys were few and far between.


    Millwall was nominally set up in a 4-4-2 formation, but their defense resembled a 4-5-1 in practice.


    After more than 20 minutes of the game, Aldridge stood up and called Back over. He instructed him to make more short passes and not to risk a pass unless he was sure of it.


    Today, Millwall''s offense was dependent on both nks��Ronaldinho on the left and Gronkjaer on the right. Back had previously been making errors with excessive lead passes.


    The midfield battle was intense, and Millwall shifted from defense to attack rapidly through the sides. Among the two holding midfielders, Back was given the freedom to push forward while Gattuso remained anchored in defense, vignt against counterattacks.


    Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer were both shining today. Every time the opposing offense stalled, Millwall swiftly turned the tide in counterattacks. Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer''s breakthroughs down the nks were simply unstoppable.


    "Ronaldinho has the ball, and with a brilliant nutmeg, he sidesteps Gillespie! He pushes forward��is he cutting inside? Wow, he uses a sudden stop and change of direction to evade Watson''s tackle, driving to the byline. He maintains control while scanning for options, and delivers a high-quality cross! Gudjohnsen rushes in at the near post for a header! Wow, the dic striker was just a bit unlucky; the ball grazes the post and flies out!"


    Gudjohnsen turned to give Ronaldinho a thumbs-up, but Ronaldinho didn''t notice; he was busy sprinting back to help with defense.


    The coaching staff, having witnessed Ronaldinho''s Premier League debut, were thrilled. Although the match had barely been underway for a while, Ronaldinho''s performance satisfied them all.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, continually apuding.


    After over two years of training at Millwall, Ronaldinho had trimmed the mboyance characteristic of South American football, yet he still yed with ir. This ir was perfectly bnced with practicality; his dribbling was efficient and decisive, never dragging out actions or risking opportunities.


    Dribbling had never been overlyplicated. Was Messi''s dribbling mboyant at his peak? He controlled the ball effortlessly, changing direction and eleratingbined into an art form��unstoppable once he got going.


    However, simplifying dribbling for a yer is a test of the technical coach''s skills. Meulensteen had gained universal recognition within the club for this; he taught many technically shy yers to make their dribbling more straightforward and effective. Ronaldinho was a prime example of his efforts, and the marked improvements in Van der Meyde''s technique were equally noteworthy.


    Just before half-time, Ronaldinho picked up the ball again on the nk. This time, he simply used his burst of pace to shake off Gillespie. After gaining possession, instead of continuing his usual breakthrough, he stopped abruptly and flicked a delicate over-the-top pass to his teammate.


    Van Nistelrooy, having slipped past the offside trap, surged forward ten yards before skillfully volleying the descending ball towards the goal. The goalkeeper misjudged, watching helplessly as the ball entered the. Barton raised his hand to signal for offside, but the linesman remained unmoved.


    "This is the goal! Ruud Ruud opened the scoring for Millwall, and his assist was also due to Ronaldinho! The Brazilian yer is unforgettable; his technical ability is obviously first-ss. That long pass assist shows his extraordinary Vision! If they had used Ronaldinho earlier, they might not have lost to Manchester United and Arsenal in session."


    If Aldrich could hear thementator, he''d likely feel frustrated for a time.


    Ronaldinho is currently in excellent form, and as the reserve team adapts, his confidence is getting stronger and stronger.


    If someone asked him why he didn''t bring Ronaldinho on the court earlier, Aldridge would definitely think: "I also want the talents of the youth team to y together earlier."


    After scoring, Van Nistelrooy ran to celebrate, and Ronaldinho joined him for a hug.


    Despite privately expressing dissatisfaction with Ruud van Nistelrooy not providing an assist during his time in the reserves, the pair formed a strong partnership.


    Millwall returned to the locker room with a one-goal lead.


    In the second half, they kept their tactics unchanged, tightening their defense while relying on the nks to create opportunities. The central y was minimized, and the two holding midfielders provided smooth transitions.


    Newcastle, trailing at home, didn''t press too aggressively in the second half; their push forward was rather limited. Yet, their overall strategy was not about counterattacking; when pressing, their formation remained straightforward, giving Millwall''s wingers some room to maneuver.


    Dalglish stood on the sidelines, shaking his head constantly.


    They couldn''t contain them��not at all!


    Gronkjaer ignited an attack from deep in his half, directly challenging his opponents. He sprinted down the right nk, executed a feint in front of the defender, then abruptly stopped to cut inside, forcing Newcastle''s backline to retreat even further and creating more space at the front. Just before Batty could close him down, Gronkjaer yed ateral ball to the left.


    Ronaldinho surged in from that nk, meeting the perfect pass as if it were in training. He stepped up to strike, sending the ball flying cleanly into the.


    "Ronaldinho''s debut today has been perfect! Not only did he provide an assist, but he also scored a goal��this secure goal ces Millwall in amanding position!"


    After scoring, Ronaldinho enthusiastically ran to the sidelines to celebrate with the "Shaka sign".


    Today, Millwall dominated both wings, and Newcastle''s loss stemmed from their inability to defend those nks; they simply couldn''t contain Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer''s individual brilliance.


    Aldrich took a seat; Millwall yed effortlessly, employing a somewhat vintage strategy.


    The defenders didn''t push forward, relying on the frontline''s individual brilliance. The two wingers fed bullets to the two forwards. This simplistic approach had been part of Ennd''s tactical repertoire for many years. Millwall posed a significant threat because their opponents weren''t parking the bus, allowing the wide yers to shine. Both Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer were capable yers, but they still needed to refine their rhythm��resulting in a high breakthrough sess rate but rather average crossing effectiveness.


    In the final ten minutes, Newcastle went all out, and Millwall stood firm.


    "Shearer remains off his game today. After receiving the ball, he was dispossessed by Materazzi numerous times. This time, Materazzi used his body to shove him aside. After halting Newcastle''s attack, Materazzi sent the ball to the left side, finding Capdev. The Spaniard struggled against Arsenal in thest match but stayed back in defense today, showing no ws. He delivered a long pass into space, targeting Van Nistelrooy. Van Nistelrooy controlled the ball, elerating past Albert into a one-on-one situation!"


    Ruud van Nistelrooy struck like lightning into Newcastle''s penalty area but the usually clinical striker''s shot hit the keeper''s legs and bounced out, with Gudjohnsen stepping in before Button could clear the ball. Use your toes to shoot the ball into the empty.


    Millwall ultimately triumphed 3-0 over Newcastle.


    After the match, Aldrich faced reporters in the mixed zone. One journalist smiled and asked, "What did you think of Ronaldinho''s performance today?"


    "He did all right, about what I expected, but that''s merely his standard��it''s far from his peak."


    "Are you not satisfied with his goal and assist?"


    "Speaking solely of this match, he did well, but if he settles at this level, he''ll just be another decent yer. I believe he should push himself harder to earn a name that resonates with greatness."


    "Your expectations are really high. Just now, my colleagues and I were discussing Ronaldinho''s celebratory gesture after scoring. What did his hand signal mean? "


    Many reporters were puzzled,pletely unsure of what Ronaldinho''s gesture meant.


    Aldrich made the same gesture, smiled and asked, "Is that what you mean?"


    The reporter nodded, "Exactly. Does it have any special significance?"


    Aldrich replied, "Well, kind of��it''s amon gesture in Brazil. It means: hello."


    "Hello? Who was he signaling to?"


    "I believe it was meant for everyone."


    "Ha, his celebration gives off a cheerful vibe."


    "Exactly. Watching him y is pure enjoyment; he spreads joy through football, uplifting everyone, and his teammates really like him."


    "Let''s hope he continues to perform well in the future."


    As Aldrich led his team back to London, the results for the World yer of the Year were announced.


    Alien-like Ronaldo retained the World yer of the Year title, having won it the previous year.


    The European Ballon d''Or primarily evaluates a yer''s performance in European leagues, whereas the World yer of the Year judges are national football associations and national team coaches, who focus more on national team sess and the yer''s international influence.


    Cristiano Ronaldo catapulted to international stardom with Barcelonast year and has performed admirably in Serie A. Although Inter Mn did not enter the Champions League, Serie A is still the focus of global attention; in addition, Ronaldo helped the Brazilian team win the Copa America after an absence of many years, which is unmatched by Larsson in terms of honors won by the national team.


    Larsson ranked second in the voting, followed by Real Madrid''s Roberto Carlos.


    Regardless, this recognition added significant luster to Millwall Club.

 Chapter 292: Decisive Victory Over Opponents

    <h4>Chapter 292: Decisive Victory Over Opponents</h4>


    Before the match against Liverpool kicked off at home, Larsson, back with the team, posed for a photo, holding his Ballon d''Or and grinning widely. The stands at Lion''s Den were filled with enthusiastic fans apuding and shouting Larsson''s name.


    The Lions'' fan group unfurled a banner in the south stand, featuring a striking hand-drawn portrait of Larsson.


    Once the photo session wrapped up, Larsson made a point to walk over and hug Aldrich.


    "Boss, thank you. Words can''t express my gratitude."


    "No need for that. It''s what you deserve, Henrik. I should be thanking you. You''ve set an example for your teammates and brought fame and glory to Millwall."


    The television cameras focused on this heartwarming moment, as Martin Tyler remarked, "Aldrich Hall and Henrik Larsson, this mentor-student duo has achieved greatness together. In the past, it would have been hard to imagine a 26-year-old yer showing such emotion in front of a 21-year-old coach, but the real story at Millwall is one that constantly challenges tradition."


    After the hug, Larssonposed himself and turned to Aldrich, shing a smile. "Boss, I''m going to win this for you today!"


    Aldrich chuckled. "Of course, that''s what you should do."


    Larsson returned to the pitch, preparing for the kickoff. Before passing the ball to Trezeguet, he turned around and shouted to his teammates, "Millwall!"


    "Charge, charge, charge!!"


    His teammates growled back with fierce determination.


    Liverpool, Liverpool! In their earlier matchup, they parked the bus at Anfield, leaving Millwall to go home frustrated.


    Had Millwall won that match, perhaps they wouldn''t have faced so many Parking the bus teams in subsequent games.


    In truth, they lost, leading other teams to adopt Liverpool''s winning strategies. The yers at Millwall didn''t despise their rivals; while they would asionally grumble about their opponents'' defensive tactics, their greater frustrationy within themselves.


    Why did they lose to Liverpool back then?


    They underestimated them, were careless, and were ultimately undone by Owen''sst-minute penalty. It was that simple.


    They were always looking forward to a second showdown with Liverpool.


    Today, that moment had finally arrived!


    Millwall fielded a full-strength squad, with none ofst season''s treble-winning starting lineup missing. This was a good sign.


    Liverpool''s strategy today was almost identical to their first encounter. Evans didn''t mind the external criticisms; the points were what truly mattered. Although Liverpool was far from leaders Manchester United, their more realistic goal of securing second ce was still within reach, so they couldn''t afford to slip up against apetitor like Millwall.


    This intense defensive counter-attack strategy posed challenges for any strong team, but Millwall was prepared. After months of practicing their tactics, they had reached a level of fluidity, utilizing the space on the pitch for intricate passing and creating cover for teammates while hiding lethal attacking threats.


    On the field, Millwall led the assault, while Liverpool took a defensive stance before transitioning to look for Owen up front.


    The 18-year-old sensation, Ennd''s golden boy Owen, had taken on the attacking mantle for Liverpool this season.


    It was rather peculiar this season��strong teamscked standout forwards. Millwall, having been distracted by Europeanpetition, saw their goal-scoring among strikers distributed fairly evenly, which kept them off the top scorer charts. The same went for Manchester United; Arsenal''s forward line contributed less than half their total goals. This indicated that the strong teams had diversified their scoring options, and it also reflected the increased emphasis on defense in the Premier League.


    Owen, who once shocked Ennd with his breakthrough talent, now ranked among the top scorers, boasting a scoring rate of about 0.5 goals per match��meaning he''d one goal every two games. This efficiency didn''t even take into ount the actual time yed, which would make his goal-scoring record even more impressive.


    In the previous match, it was Owen''s penalty that had sealed Millwall''s fate. He was set for tighter marking today, and with the home advantage, Nedved and Larsson led the attack, wreaking havoc on Liverpool''s defense!


    As the match began, Aldrich urged his yers to pick up the pace, keeping the tempo at an incredibly high level��a speed they regrly achieved in training. His yers kept up, while Liverpool always seemed a step behind.


    With their minds sharp and focused, yers were ready to make quick decisions on passes, movements, whether to dribble, or take a shot.


    Thus, the game fell entirely under Millwall''s control. Pirlo, today, shed his "asleep" persona, proving highly active in orchestrating y, making precise passes, and directing Millwall''s attacking threats.


    Within half an hour, Millwall had attempted ten shots. Though none found the back of the, they steadily chipped away at Liverpool''s confidence.


    By halftime, the score was still 0-0, but Liverpool yers were gasping for breath after scrambling to clear opportunities, relying on relentless running and positional y to keep the goal intact. It was practically a miracle they hadn''t conceded.


    As the second half kicked off, both teams continued their battle, but Millwall maintained their relentless pace, pressing Liverpool''s defenses until the 70th minute when Liverpool finally couldn''t hold on.


    Defensivepses appeared, as Shevchenko cut in and instead of shooting, he passed to the front post, missed by Trezeguet��yet Nedved, unexpectedly trailing at the back post, found the with powerful precision. The exhausted Liverpool defense exchanged puzzled nces, and not a word ofint passed among teammates.


    Who exactly was responsible for marking Nedved?


    Against a team like Millwall, known for their dizzying off-the-ball movement, it was nearly impossible to stick a yer on just one marked individual. Should one follow Nedved around the pitch?


    "From a neutral fan''s perspective, Millwall''s style is beautiful football, but it''s terrifying from the opponent''s view. They stretch the opposing defense with rapidteral ball movement and disrupt the connection between midfield and defense with deep attacking runs. Andy, why can''t Millwall maintain this level consistently?"


    "yers��11 unique individuals��are what make the difference. Hall maximizes everyone''s strengths and melds them into a cohesive unit. Like Pirlo, no one can rece him. During thatst attack, he made two essential passes: the first shifted Liverpool''s defense sideways, the second sliced through the line, creating a deep offensive threat. If you look at those passes in istion, any decent yer can replicate them, like Back, whose technique is just as refined. But Back can''t rece Pirlo because he wouldn''t be able to make such back-to-back impactful passes in quick session, nor can every forward possess Shevchenko''s keen timing to execute precise runs and calmly deliver. Nedved''s vast movement confuses defenders, and if they''re not careful, he capitalizes on that to score. These yers are unique; thus, Hall''s team might switch out two or three yers but will y apletely different match. That''s the key."


    Sitting on the bench, Ronaldinho was profoundly shaken.


    He found it curious; when watching matches from the VIP box, even though Millwall yed beautifully, he could usually anticipate the trajectory of the football. However, watching from the sidelines today felt entirely different��he couldn''t keep pace with the yers on the field, unable to predict where the ball would go or what direction the y would take.


    After the goal, Aldridge walked to the bench and called Ronaldinho over. Ronaldinho''s eyes lit up when he thought that he might y, but Aldridge said sincerely: "You will have enough time to sit here and watch in the future. But don''t just watch; learn and think. Watch our wingers and attacking midfielders." How to move the field, when to support teammates, when to y the role of decisive ymaker, Ronaldinho, in my n, you are not to be Nedv��d''s recement, nor to be a pure winger. To be a starter, you need to master the role transition in the game."


    Ronaldinho''s excitement waned, and he nodded seriously, then sat beside Aldrich to ask how to make those transitions.


    Aldrich carefully and patiently exined the yers'' roles throughout the match.


    Ronaldinho was a versatile attacking yer; he could do it all��dribble, assist, score, and initiate attacks.


    You couldn''t ask him to bnce it all; that would only make him mediocre.


    Sticking to one role would waste his talent.


    Thus, he needed to learn to y with greater awareness and intelligence, integrating into Millwall''s tactical framework, fully unleashing his abilities while also elevating those around him. Given his position, he''d need to learn how to switch fluidly between an attacking midfielder and a winger��not merely swapping spots but transforming his impact on the game.


    Ronaldinho listened intently beside Aldrich, who had be the person he trusted most during his days in London. He felt a genuine respect and affection for this young man who was changing his life.


    With Liverpool conceding the goal, their conservative tactics crumbled. Their formation began to push forward, while Millwall''s high tempo never let up. In a swift counter-attack, Larsson cut in from the left, yed the ball back, and Nedved, charging in again, sted it into the Liverpool, sealing the victory.


    The match concluded with Millwall triumphantly defeating Liverpool 2-0 on home soil.


    Liverpool''s familiar strategy had led to a different result this time, leaving them without a single opportunity. With this match, Millwall delivered a powerful rebuttal to extreme defensive tactics!


    If other teams n to sit back and defend, they better reconsider. Surrendering control of the game to Millwall is extremely risky; once they concede even one goal, the situation can swiftly tip in Millwall''s favor.


    Post-match, Aldrich shook hands with Evans, quickly conducted interviews, and hurriedly left the club.


    With the worldwide tour of the Spice Girls set to begin, Mnie was on a few days off and would return to London tonight. Aldrich was eager to wee her back, having not seen her for quite a while, keeping her in his thoughts.

 Chapter 293: Surprise

    <h4>Chapter 293: Surprise</h4>


    London was aze with colors under the night sky, and thete winter breeze was still chilly. Aldrich rarely drove his shy Lamborghini out, but tonight was special. As the city lights flickered on, he cruised smoothly to a roadside parking spot near the airport. d in a casual coat, he stepped out of the car and lit a cigarette, waiting quietly.


    The streetlights were somewhat distant, casting a dim glow; passersby wouldn''t be able to make out his face unless they got within a meter of him.


    About twenty minutester, a woman walked over quickly. Aldridge knew it was her by the sound of her high heels.


    The woman, dragging a luggage bag, reached the Lamborghini, quickened her pace, dropped the bag, and leaped into Aldrich''s arms, kissing him passionately without a word.


    In that moment, Mnie clung to Aldrich like a little girl. After their heated kiss, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, expressing her longing during their time apart.


    Aldrich opened the car door for her to slide into the passenger seat before taking his own ce behind the wheel, and soon, the Lamborghini vanished into the streets.


    "Haha, this suits you."


    Mnie sat in the passenger seat, rummaging through her bag and pulling out one quirky decoration after another��gifts she had bought abroad for Aldrich. Among them was a ne woven from special stones, designed to hang around his neck, which was quite offbeat.


    She told Aldrich it was a lucky stone that would bring good fortune when ced in the home.


    There was also a cowboy hat that she ced on his head, giving him an extra dose of cowboy charm. In the luggage she had previously mailed back, there were even cowboy boots, specifically for Aldrich.


    She kept piling the gifts she bought on Aldridge, making him look ratherical.


    With a cowboy hat on his head, a vintage pocket watch hanging from his chest, various trinkets on his wrist, and a tie loosely around his neck...


    Since getting in the car, Aldrich had worn a stoic expression. When Mnie noticed he hadn''t spoken, she nervously asked, "Are you feeling down?"


    Aldrich shook his head.


    Mnie looked down, feeling guilty as she reflected on her absence.


    "I''m sorry. I got so busy with work during Christmas and couldn''te back. Even though I thought of you every day, it doesn''t make up for my absence."


    Aldrich pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned to her, and pulled out a long handkerchief from his pocket, his expression unreadable as he said, "Cover your eyes and don''t take it off, okay?"


    Mnie eyed the pristine white handkerchief suspiciously, "What kind of game are you ying?"


    Without exnation, Aldrich folded the handkerchief into a strip, covered her eyes, tied it at the back of her head, and warned, "No peeking. If you do, I''ll be mad."


    Earlier, Mnie felt guilty about being so busy at work and not often in London, fearing it might affect her rtionship with Aldrich.


    But now, she smiled, guessing what Aldrich was nning.


    "Alright, alright, I''ll y along. Do all men have this kind of fetish? Let''s go all the way with it tonight."


    She said this, but deep down, she felt a flutter of excitement.


    He must have prepared a surprise for me.


    A cake? A party? A new car? Or maybe a romantic dinner?


    She considered many possibilities, but none were correct.


    When the car came to a stop, Mnie listened carefully to her surroundings; everything was eerily quiet, as if they had entered a tranquil countryside.


    Aldrich got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and lifted her out. He held her tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, teasingly licking his earlobe before softly asking, "Can I take it off now?"


    Aldrich paused, saying, "You can."


    Mnie quickly pulled the handkerchief from her eyes, and in Aldrich''s embrace, she gazed in disbelief at the scene before her.


    This was definitely not the bustling center of London but rather the countryside, where a grand manor stood under the dark sky.


    Aldrich held her as they stood in front of the main building of the estate, bright lights shining down from the entrance. A red carpet extended from the doorsteps to where Aldrich stood, surrounded by beautiful flowers arranged in a heart shape made of red roses, with the grand entrance waiting for the owner to push it open.


    Mnie stepped down, stunned by the sight, and Aldrich ced a set of keys in her palm. When she turned to look at him, he smiled and said, "These are for you."


    This mansion was a gift from Bat to Aldrich. He preferred his cozy apartment, thinking a countryside mansion would be more suitable for Mnie, especially since she needed to avoid the public during her breaks. Aldrich, on the other hand, spent nearly all year dealing with the media, unable to escape, and this ce was too far from the club to be convenient for him to live in. A long vacation here for ten days or two weeks could work.


    Mnie reflexively eximed, "This is too extravagant!"


    Aldrich stared at her, exasperated. Once she realized it, she took his hand excitedly and said, "Aldrich, I''m so touched! But I''m sorry!"


    "Sorry? For what? Are you breaking up with me?"


    Mnie looked guilty. "This moment should be more touching, but seeing how you look right now, I just want tough!"


    Aldrich still wore the cowboy hat, a tie that hung awkwardly around his neck, and a ne made of strange stones... If he could see himself in a mirror, he would probably want tough too.


    He shrugged it off and took Mnie''s hand, leading her forward. "It''s fine. If you want tough, go ahead. I like seeing you smile."


    They reached the door, standing under the heart-shaped arrangement of red roses, and Aldrich let her open the door.


    Mnie yfully nudged his chest with her head, looking blissfully happy.


    She tried to unlock the door with the key, but it wouldn''t budge.


    "What terrible luck, this key isn''t the right one."


    Aldrich mocked her awkwardness shamelessly.


    Mnie tried the second key, then the third...


    When all the keys failed to open the door, Mnie couldn''t help butugh and cry at the same time, saying, "Aldrich, am I dreaming, or is this one of your pranks?"


    Aldrich looked taken aback and quickly replied, "Let me give it a try."


    As he held the keyring in his hand, he suddenly realized he''d made a mistake. Chuckling awkwardly, he pointed to the sky behind her and shouted, "A shooting star!"


    Mnie immediately turned to look, but when she saw nothing, she turned back to Aldrich, who handed the keyring back to her and said, "You should try again; the keys are fine."


    Mnie was puzzled, but when she took the keys, she realized what the man beside her had been up to.


    Fuming yet amused, she retorted, "Those are definitely not the keys you just gave me! The first set you handed me was wrong, right? And you said I had bad luck!"


    Thick-skinned Aldrich pretended not to hear her and took off his cowboy hat, brushing it off.


    With a satisfying click, the door swung open.


    Mnie pulled out the key and triumphantly waved it in the air,ughing, "Sess atst! This is a sign of the owner!"


    "Madam, please enter."


    Aldrich gestured like a butler, bending down to open the door for her.


    Mnie grabbed Aldrich''s hand and sprinted up the stairs like a gust of wind, exploring every room as if she wanted to inspect every corner.


    After taking a tour of the entire house, they returned to the hallway.


    Aldrich, standing downstairs, already felt a bit tired.


    But Mnie stood on the upstairsnding, looking down at Aldrich with amanding presence. She called out again, "This is the home of Aldrich Hall and Mnie Chisholm!"


    Aldrich couldn''t bear to look at her excitement and lowered his head, though he couldn''t wipe the smile off his face.


    "Hey, Aldrich."


    She suddenly turned to the side and said softly.


    Aldrich looked up, and she posed like a model, wrapped in a soft cashmere coat.


    "This is our home, so we should dere ownership here."


    Aldrich stepped slowly toward the stairs, nonchntly saying, "So how do we do that?"


    "What do the man and woman of the house do?"


    Mnie bit her lip yfully, shedding her cashmere coat to reveal her curves that Aldrich adored.


    "Cook?"


    "That''s the chef''s job, right?"


    "Clean the house?"


    "Some couples never clean."


    They had closed the distance between them, with Aldrich caressing her face, their foreheads touching as he asked softly, "Maybe it''s not about the house."


    "It''s you; nothing else matters."


    As soon as Mnie finished speaking, they abandoned their earlier yful pace and roughly began to strip each other''s clothes off, seemingly forgetting about gentleness, wanting only to feel the warmth of each other''s bodies.


    Heavy breaths filled every corner of the room, the intensity of their actions was overwhelming. They tirelessly repeated the acts of possession, continuously changing locations: the hallway, study, bathroom, balcony, indoor garden...


    The newly reunited couple spent the entire night awake. As the dawn light began to peek over the horizon, theyy on the gym floor, with Mnie resting her head on Aldrich''s chest, both of them covered by a thin sheet.


    "If we keep this up, are we going to starve here? There''s no food in the kitchen, right?"


    Mnie yfully hooked her fingers around Aldrich''s neck, her fingertips brushing over his ears.


    Aldrich gazed out at the sunrise through the floor-to-ceiling windows and said, "Yeah, there''s nothing. But we can push our limits."


    "No way, I''m falling apart. Hey, how should we decorate this ce? Thewn outside is ours too, right?"


    "Of course, you can build a new garden outside and y a nobleman and enjoy afternoon tea there."


    "Hehe, that sounds so tacky."


    Mnie closed her eyes against Aldrich, dreaming up ideas for renovations, like adding a new swimming pool or getting some pets...


    During her time off, Aldrich would spend every moment outside of work with her. For Mnie, the uing global tour would be exhausting, while Aldrich faced a critical second half of the season that he couldn''t afford to overlook.


    It was his only chance to rx before things got tough. Over the next four months, Millwall will face their biggest challenge yet, fighting on four fronts at once like they have never faced before!

 Chapter 294: The Young Lions Roar

    <h4>Chapter 294: The Young Lions Roar</h4>


    Since Millwall changed their strategy midway through the season, Aldridge has emerged with an unexpected boldness and disyed a arrogance against other opponents that was once reserved for the likes of Chelsea and West Ham.


    He also developed a bit of a "sharp tongue."


    When he wants to develop young yers, he goes to great lengths to provoke opponents. This requires significant effort, such as studying the historical achievements of rival clubs and publicly discussing them in front of the media.


    For example, he would provocatively say in an interview with the media: "This team was once brilliant, ying with talent and passion, attracting everyone. But what about these years? You can hardly find any glory that they once existed. Traces of it!"


    His psychological warfare had a single goal: to infuriate the opponents!


    He wants these opponents to have a head-to-head match against Millwall''s substitutes.


    This approach had both advantages and disadvantages. The downside was that the opponents'' anger was provoked by Millwall, and if they retaliated, Millwall would appear to be at fault if they couldn''t win.


    On the positive side, it provided a better environment for training young yers.


    In the first half of the season, the young yers struggled in tough matches. Not to mention the attacker''sckluster performance, defenders like Ferdinand and Materazzi often found themselves idle, as pushing forward would only leave them vulnerable to counterattacks, while holding back would yield a mere draw. How could they improve under such pressure?


    Aldrich didn''t care if Millwall became the Premier League''s enemy; their sess was natural for other teams to envy. Since opponents often parked the bus against Millwall, he thought it better to take charge and make the matches entertaining, allowing young yers to develop in a high-pressure andplex environment. This was crucial for Millwall''s future prospects over the next three to five years.


    Against this backdrop, Millwall entered an intense rhythm starting in January, with every match producing sparks, regardless of whether the starters yed. Although not every match ended in victory, the team''s overall performance lived up to their status as champions, ensuring there were no slip-ups. Sometimes, losing or drawing just meant the opponent had yed better, iming victory or a draw through sheer strength.


    In the second leg of the League Cup semi-final, Aldrich continued with his reserve lineup. At The Den, Millwall and Middlesbrough drew 1:1 after 90 minutes. Due to the unusual rules of the League Cup semi-finals, Millwall had to go all out in extra time!


    If the aggregate score after two legs ended in a tie, the away goals rule would be nullified. However, if the score remained tied after 30 minutes of extra time, the away goals would count.


    In the first leg, Millwall had drawn 0:0 at the Riverside Stadium. In the second leg at home, the score was 1:1. If Millwall couldn''t score in extra time, there would be no penalty shootout; Middlesbrough would advance to the final.


    Aldridge made a bold move before overtime, putting three young yers on the court.


    Ronaldinho, Klose, and Van der Meyde entered the game.


    Middlesbrough was unfamiliar with Ronaldinho, and as their stamina waned, his individual brilliance created a significant advantage. Meanwhile, Van der Meyde, ying as a winger, delivered perfect passes to Klose and Van Nistelrooy. Millwall scored three quick goals in extra time, clinching a 4:1 aggregate victory and advancing to the final.


    When the match concluded, the crowd at The Den chanted: "The Lions Dynasty!"


    Throughout Millwall''s journey in the League Cup, we hardly saw any of the first-team yers. While other strong teams often overlook the League Cup, using it as a chance to develop their squads, Millwall did the same. The oue, however, was clear: Millwall''s young talent shone even brighter.


    Millwall was no longer satisfied with only showcasing their talent in youth leagues, reserve leagues, and the Youth FA Cup. They aimed to create a youth storm on the League Cup stage!


    Ronaldinho had clearly be the leader of this group of under-21 Millwall yers!


    In domestic cuppetitions, Millwall let the young ones take charge, while the league��being the foundation of the club''s survival��was left to the starters. They also aimed topete for honors in Europeanpetitions.


    After the winter break in other European leagues, the battle reignited.


    Inte February, with all eyes on them, Millwall made their way to Germany''s Ruhr area, setting off for Westfalenstadion!


    Their sights were set on winning the UEFA Super Cup, determined to continue the sess fromst season!


    This year''s UEFA Super Cup differed from future iterations of the tournament.


    In the future, the UEFA Super Cup would be held around September, serving as a showdown betweenst season''s champions before the new season kicked off.


    Currently, the UEFA Super Cup took ce after the winter break and was contested over two legs.


    Asst season''s UEFA Cup champions, Millwall would face Borussia Dortmund, the reigning UEFA Champions League champions, for the title of "King of Europe"!


    Dortmund, having defeated Juventus inst year''s final, had performed brilliantly in the new season''s Champions League, despite the departure of their sessful coach Hitzfeld. They still topped their group with absolute superiority over formidable opponents.


    However, their league performance was deteriorating;st season, they finished third in the Bundesliga, and without winning the Champions League, they would have topete in the UEFA Cup.


    This season, their league results had been abysmal. Bayern Munich remained dominant, and newly rising Kaiserutern posed a threat, leaving Dortmundnguishing in the lower half of the table.


    The two Super Cup matches would mark Millwall''s return to Europeanpetition in thetter half of the league season. Following these matches, a hectic schedule awaited them, including the League Cup final, the FA Cup, and the Champions League knockout rounds.


    To maintain their hopes of defending their league title, every match in the Champions League knockout stage needed to be treated as a decisive battle. The FA Cup would likely be entrusted to the younger yers, but if they progressed far, it could impact squad rotation in otherpetitions.


    With this in mind, Aldrich clearlymunicated to the yers before their trip to Germany: "One battle to determine our fate!"


    "We must finish off the suspense of the UEFA Super Cup championship on the road!"


    Despite Dortmund''s struggles in the league, they had excelled in the first half of the Champions League, showing little respect for Millwall, who had performed better in another group.


    First, they were the Champions League champions. No matter how much the media praised Millwall, the tangible honors set them apart.


    Second, they were ying at home and should naturally carry the momentum of being the hosts.


    Aldrich took the preparations against Dortmund seriously, analyzing their performances in the Bundesliga this season. Their weaknesses were not hard to spot, especially given their poor performance and being bullied by teams of lesser strength.


    A very clear trend had emerged in Dortmund''s performances over thest three seasons: declining attack and weakening defense.


    This had directly led them to fall from champions to third ce, and now to the lower half of the standings.


    Capitalizing on the opponent''s defensive issues, Millwall yed a targeted game at Westfalenstadion, sticking to their old strategy of a low profile��defending first before attacking��while exploiting the opponent''s weaknesses mercilessly!


    Since winning the Ballon d''Or and finishing second for the FIFA World yer of the Year, Larsson''s goal-scoring efficiency had noticeably declined!


    As a result, the media began criticizing him forcking ambition.


    Aldrich had consistently defended Larsson, even engaging in heated exchanges with reporters. In the weekly column on the official website and various media tforms, he staunchly supported Larsson, deriding those who ndered him.


    Larsson''s form, mentality, and ability were all intact.


    The only problem was that he had be too famous!


    This led all opponents to focus their defensive efforts on him, so whenever he made a threatening run towards the goal, he would be met with full-force opposition.


    His drop in scoring rate stemmed from this.


    Aldrich defends him, highlighting that Larsson has be a more intelligent yer. He understands that he''s the target, the primary threat for the opponents. As a result, he''s begun to assist his teammates more, using himself to pull defenders away and making space for others to attack.


    Millwall''s firepower remains strong, but the focus now is on Trezeguet, Shevchenko and Nedved.


    In the first leg of the UEFA Super Cup at Westfalenstadion, Larsson delivered a hat-trick of assists, helping the team secure amanding 4:1 lead in the away leg.


    Nedved scored twice, while Trezeguet and Shevchenko each added a goal.


    With such a solid away victory, they could conserve energy for the second leg. Aldrich boldly decided to let the young yers take charge in the second match to enhance their sense of honor and belonging.


    Upon returning to London, Millwall wasted no time and headed straight to Wembley for their first championship showdown of the season.


    The League Cup final.


    Their opponents were familiar faces��bitter rivals Chelsea!


    Chelsea''s performance this season has been prizing. They''ve reached the finals of the League Cup and are ranked high in the league table, marking their best showing in the Premier League during this time. Meanwhile, they''re still in contention for the UEFA Cup, although for teams in the top five leagues, the true challenges in the UEFA Cup are just two or three matches. Just likest year when Millwall triumphed over Barcelona in the finals, few remember their intense semi-final battle against Paris Saint-Germain.


    Gullit''s romantic and beautiful brand of football has set Chelsea on the path to sess, but the downsides are evident. In the league, Chelsea has recorded the fewest draws in the Premier League; it''s either a win or a loss!


    When they''re on form, they''re unstoppable and unafraid of the big teams. For example, in the League Cup semi-finals, they demolished Arsenal 5-0 at Highbury, but when faced with adversity, they seem powerless, either suffering aplete copse or failing to make aeback.


    The Bluesck a unique spirit and soul; they are not much different from the mercenaries of ckburn from years past.


    After years of significant signings, Chelsea has assembled a luxurious squad and has shaped it into a burgeoning force in Ennd.


    However, Gullit was unfortunate, as he has been dismissed by the club. Currently, the team is under the dual role of yer-coach managed by Vialli.


    Vialli''s debut match as coach is the League Cup final against Millwall.


    He is determined to bring a championship to Chelsea and has issued bold statements to motivate the entire team before the match.


    With the new coach in ce, Chelsea''s yers are ready to give their all, while Millwall is taking a much more low-key approach.


    Obviously, mobilization is not needed against arch-rivals Chelsea.


    Aldrich has made some adjustments to the starting lineup.


    He has put some key yers on the bench and brought in half the substitutes to challenge for the trophy.


    This is different from the semifinals; Aldridge wouldn''t be too disappointed if he lost in the semifinals. The League Cup doesn''t get the full attention of the big clubs, and Millwall''s schedule is so packed that not making it to the finals doesn''t matter.


    But now that they''re in the finals, it''s a one-off match��win and there''s a trophy, lose and they''ll be ridiculed as mere background. So, he must give it the proper attention. The thrill of winning and the blow of losing are too intense; they can''t afford to take it lightly.


    Especially considering that their opponent is Chelsea!

 Chapter 295: We were lied to!

    <h4>Chapter 295: We were lied to!</h4>


    As the League Cup final kicked off at Wembley, the journalists in the stands couldn''t help but shout at Aldrich, "You fraud!"


    Chelsea are in hot form recently, not only ying well in the league, but also exceeding expectations in the standings. They eliminated Arsenal and advanced and were considered to be better than Millwall''s performance.


    With Gullit fired and Vialli stepping in, Chelsea suddenly became the talk of the town.


    No one could exin how much of the media attention stemmed from the buzz versus the actual strength of the team.


    However, Chelsea was definitely the more scrutinized side. Interestingly, psychological factors seemed to lead neutral fans and the media to hope Chelsea would defeat Millwall to im the title. This mentality was strange but fairlymon; people often do not want to see sessful individuals always seed and hope for the challengers to pull off an upset.


    In a pre-match interview, Aldrich praised Chelsea''s aplishments, noting that his team had just yed in the European Super Cup. He expressed that he would field apletely second-string team for the League Cup match, iming it would be a challenge for his squad. But they had no choice; Millwall had to focus on the future with another leg of the Super Cuping up and the Champions League Round of 16 on the horizon against Italian giants Juventus!


    After Aldrich calmly ryed the starting lineup to the reporters, everyone took him at his word.


    For the past two months, whenever Aldrich announced a starting lineup in advance, the lineups remained unchangede match day!


    This initial impression left no room for doubt regarding Aldrich''s honesty; he was seen as a straightforward coach. Chelsea, on the other hand, had mixed feelings.


    They were happy that Millwall was fielding substitutes, significantly increasing their own chances of winning.


    Yet, they were also angry; it felt disrespectful. Who in the world would dare to put out a fully reserve team in a final? Only Millwall would do something like that!


    But could Millwall really pull it off?


    If they indeed lost the match with a full bench, Aldrich would bear the me, especially if it was against Chelsea. The fans would likely cause a ruckus.


    If they lost after sending out the first team, the fans would understand.


    But if they could have fielded their best and didn''t, a loss would really anger them!


    The Lions fans headed to Wembley with worried faces.


    They believed Aldrich would send out all substitutes, but who could feel confident about that?


    However, when they started waving their gs and cheering in the stands, they saw the starting yersing out of the tunnel looking cheerful andughing.


    "Chelsea, you''ve been had!"


    Aldrich had thrown a huge smokescreen!


    The Fleet Street journalists were furious!


    In the heavily publicized League Cup final, both TV shows and today''s newspapers focused on analyzing and predicting how Millwall would deploy all substitutes against Chelsea.


    But just look at the starting yers!


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Mills, Elguera, Southgate, Neil.


    Midfielders: Makelele, Back, Nedved.


    Forwards: Ronaldinho, Gudjohnsen, Gronkjaer.


    Counting them all, at least five were definite starters!


    Moreover, Back and Makelele formed a solid double pivot, while Elguera and Southgate made up a well-coordinated center-back duo��this backline had no issues with defensive chemistry at all!


    Compared to Pirlo, thebination of Back and Makelele had raised defensive solidity by at least a notch!


    Neal was once a starter; after recovering from a serious injury, he yed a versatile role this season, easily capable of ying all defensive positions except goalkeeper, and performed stably. He has no problem ying at left-back, which is the position where he started his career. Mills has strong defense and weak offense. Schneider made a big effort on the right in thest game against Dortmund, and his appearance is reasonable. Overall, Millwall''s set-up of a back four and two holding midfielders is undoubtedly top-notch.


    They had been fooled!


    Aldrich, you bastard!


    Aldrich felt uneasy today.


    This was the strangest match he had experienced in his coaching career.


    Before the match, he had shaken hands with Vialli, who then removed his outeryer to reveal a jersey underneath as he turned to step onto the pitch.


    The seat for Chelsea''s head coach was empty.


    Vialli was both a yer and coach, personally taking the field for this match!


    Aldridge stood on the sidelines, habitually observing the opposing yers. Whenever his eyes swept over Vialli''s face and the empty coaching bench of the opposing team, he felt something strange.


    "Ha, we''ve all been yed by Hall. Just look at the starting lineup he''s sent out; the discussions out there are simply a joke."


    "That smokescreen fooled everybody; the only thing left to wonder is whether Vialli fell for it."


    "I''m sure this is going to disrupt all of Chelsea''s pre-match strategies; if I were Vialli, I''d be cautious of facing their starting eleven, and the tactical approach would have to reflect that. But if it''s against their substitutes, then the tactics would entirely differ. Honestly, Chelsea isn''t at a level where they can disregard their opponent and secure victory just by ying their own game."


    "Let''s see how the game unfolds today."


    ...


    In a final, morale is definitely higher than usual.


    Adding to this, with Millwall throwing a smokescreen, Chelsea was geared up to take out their opponent in one go, but suddenly things changed at thest moment, leaving Vialli deeply conflicted.


    Should they change things up?


    With the match about to begin, how could they change things? If the entire team couldn''t unify their thoughts, leading to chaos, wouldn''t that lead to Millwall getting the upper hand?


    In the end, Chelsea decided to stick to their pre-match n and went all out from kick-off!


    With their attacking firepower averaging nearly two goals per game this season, they felt a significant boost in confidence.


    There was no fortress they couldn''t breach!


    Millwall, on the other hand, appeared steady from the very beginning.


    The yers on the field weren''t amateurs. They had gained experience in big matches over the past two years, with many of the starting yers having yed in numerous finals and won several titles. Their calmness on the pitch radiated a sense of championship quality, alleviating pressure on the younger yers, knowing they had seasoned veterans backing them up.


    Chelsea pressed hard, putting Millwall under intense pressure, with every yer demonstrating great hustle, particrly when transitioning from attack to defense.


    Millwallpacted their formation and targeted counterattacks, focusing their efforts on the right side, determined to exploit Chelsea''s left nk!


    Back and Nedved held fort in midfield, theiryered positioning attracting Chelsea''s defenders during counterattacks, but today the ball just wouldn''te to either of them.


    Exceptionally, Ronaldinho found himself ying as a central attacking midfielder during counterattacks, orchestrating ys.


    Working alongside Gronkjaer on the right, he frequently created threats from that nk.


    However, up front, only Gudjohnsen remained; Gronkjaer could generate pressure, but it wasn''t lethal.


    Aldrich sat with his chin propped up, watching the game with an impassive look.


    From a tactical standpoint, Chelsea was pressing hard and overwhelming Millwall; their yers were visibly more energetic andmitted.


    Meanwhile, Millwall''s attacks consisted of only two or three yers, with Back and Nedved staying back, leaving Ronaldinho merely roaming the attacking midfield area.


    Yet, likely no one was deeply aware of a crucial issue: the strain on overall formation.


    Millwall resembled a mountain; most yers were stationed firmly in the back, shielding their goal like a fortress, while Chelsea was like a spring, exerting pressure on the attack yet retreating widely in fear of Millwall.


    Gronkjaer''s role on the wing was clearly impactful; his depth as an attacking yer allowed him to carry the ball down the nk. Even if he couldn''t deliver a quality pass to the tightly marked Gudjohnsen, his mere attacking presence forced seven or eight Chelsea yers to sprint back to defend.


    This posed a severe test of stamina��a significant challenge. Even if they could hold on for ny minutes, the effort would show as the match wore on, particrly in short bursts of explosive speed.


    Vialli is a good yer, but he''s not a top coach - at least, he hasn''t proven he is one yet.


    Aldridge is certainly no match for Vi in terms of ying football. Even a hundred Aldridgesbined may still not reach Vialli''s level.


    But in coaching, Aldrich had been immersed for over ten years, and he confidently believed he was stronger than Vialli, especially since Vialli was actively ying on the field; how much mental energy could he spare to think about the broader strategy as a head coach?


    The other side felt like a boss, swinging a big sword and shouting, "Brothers, charge!"


    But being a head coach isn''t just about having passion and zeal.


    At halftime, the score was 0:0 as both teams returned to the locker rooms.


    In the second half, Chelsea seemed to catch on to Millwall''s game n and started to restrain themselves, looking to save their energy for a prolonged contest.


    After failing to score in the first half, they realized just how strong Millwall''s defense was. They hadn''t had a single good shot on goal and werepletely worn out from the relentless effort on both sides.


    When Aldrich saw Chelsea''s demeanor as they stepped onto the pitch for the second half, he turned to Ben��tez and smiled, saying, "We''ve won this."


    Ben��tez, with a serious expression, warned, "Better to be cautious."


    "The first half was a bluff; in the second half, we''ll dominate."


    After finishing his statement, Aldrich stood up and moved to the sidelines. Chelsea''s struggles in the first half and their reserved approach in the second not only shifted the on-field dynamics but significantly impacted their morale.


    Millwall continued to focus their attacks on the right side in the second half, with their full-backs boldly joining the fray, while Gronkjaer shone brightly.


    His specialty was prating defenses, and he caused chaos for Chelsea''s left nk, forcing them to shift their defensive focus to the left.


    When the seventy-minute mark arrived, Aldrich substituted Gronkjaer for Van der Meyde.


    As Gronkjaer left the field, Aldrich embraced him, praising his performance; despite not getting a goal or assist, he had fully executed the tactical n, achieving a tangible effect.


    The introduction of Van der Meyde sent a clear message. Millwall had efficiently conserved energy for over seventy minutes, with all yers, except Gudjohnsen, still bursting with stamina. The most fatigued, Gronkjaer, had now left the pitch.


    Back moved from a deeper role to central midfielder, Nedved shifted back to the ymaker position��the war god had returned!


    Ronaldinho returned to his winger position, ready to unleash aprehensive attack, while Van der Meyde constricted his y as a wide midfielder, bncing defensive responsibilities with tactical connections.


    Millwall stopped focusing on the right nk,unching full-scale offensives from both the center and left.


    The previously untroubled Chelsea right nk suddenly discovered that Ronaldinho was no longer just organizing ys; he had transitioned into a primary attacking threat, immediately putting Chelsea''s defense in disarray.


    Ronaldinho genuinely loved Chelsea and had wonderful memories associated with facing them.


    Last season, his appearance in the FA Cup final marked his professional debut, and he had scored a goal.


    Today, he aimed to create yet another memorable experience!

 Chapter 296: The Spirit of Resilience

    <h4>Chapter 296: The Spirit of Resilience</h4>


    Starting from the seventieth minute, Millwallunched an all-out attack, putting Chelsea under intense pressure. As the match progressed, the disparity between the two teams became increasingly evident.


    Millwall was ying better and better, while Chelsea struggled tounch even a counterattack. The previous physical exertion was starting to visibly affect their performance.


    Ronaldinho''s ability to maneuver and break through in tight spaces posed a significant threat. Just past the eightieth minute, he bypassed Petrescu with a surge forward and suddenly paused, shifting the rhythm for Chelsea''s entire defense.


    After the pause, Ronaldinho flicked the ball forward; it gracefully arced through the air,nding near the left side of the penalty spot.


    Duberry had just turned to chase the ball, but someone else was faster than him.


    The Lion warrior, Nedved!


    With his flowing golden hair, determined gaze, and a body like iron, he charged at Chelsea''s defense!


    Ronaldinho and Nedved''s timing was impable. Nedved charged forward, while the Chelsea defenders turned to chase back, but it was clearly too slow.


    Moreover, Ronaldinho''s clever pause had caused Chelsea''s defenders to halt for just a moment, allowing Nedved to gain the upper hand as he stormed into the box.


    Without waiting for the ball tond, Nedved unleashed a volley!


    De Goey instinctively dove to save, his palm brushing the ball, but its deflection wasn''t significant enough to change its course��it still flew into the Chelsea goal!


    "81 minutes in, Millwall takes the lead! The scorer is the in-form Nedved, whoted twice against Dortmund in the previous match! Millwall is now less than ten minutes away from their first trophy of the season."


    After scoring, Nedved raised his arms high, saluting the cheering Millwall fans in the stands.


    Champions, champions, we were championsst season, and we will be champions again this season!


    This goal was a massive blow to the Chelsea yers and an even heavier one for their fans.


    They had been waiting for nearly thirty years, with the trophy so close at hand, yet time and again their hopes were dashed by Millwall, intensifying their hatred for the team.


    Vialli made substitutions, bringing on Z to bolster the attack and motivate the yers to not give up.


    Aldrich stood at the sidelines with his hands in his pockets. Without needing to say anything, Nedved knew what to do.


    Having a yer like Nedved was indeed a blessing for Aldrich.


    A yer arranged to y as an attacking midfielder but could execute defensive duties impably!


    Even a decadeter, in an era demanding higher bnce between attack and defense, few attacking midfielders would manage to do what Nedved was doing now.


    Chelseaunched a desperate counterattack, but it was already ast-ditch effort. In the dying moments of the match, Ronaldinho received a diagonal long pass from Van der Meyde and, seeing De Goey rushing out, opted for an audacious lob!


    "Ronaldinho with a long-range lob! DeGoey is surely caught off guard��oh, so close! The lob hits the ground and bounces off the crossbar before going out, and DeGoey rushes back to collect the ball."


    Seeing the shot fail to find the, Ronaldinho felt both frustrated and amused; he shook his head and quickly returned to defense.


    In the end, Chelsea couldn''t alter the score, and Millwall secured a narrow victory, iming their first trophy of the season.


    "The winner of the 1997-98 English League Cup is Millwall! Although Chelsea performed well, tactically, it was aplete victory for Hall over Vialli. Looking back at the 1995-96 League Cup final two years ago, where Millwall faced Aston Vi, today''s Chelsea resembles the Millwall of that timecking honor, eager for sess, desperate to overpower their opponents from the first minute. Millwall turned that match around to win; Chelsea was just unlucky, as their opponent was not Aston Vi, but Millwall."


    "Indeed, Millwall yed very calmly today and showed the temperament of a champion. They were not afraid of Chelsea''s attack and maintained control of the game with a stable rhythm. Even if the opponent was under pressure, they never scored. They knew they had overwhelmed Chelsea in the first half, and the intensity suddenly increased in the second half. Although the score was only 1-0, the number of threatening attacks Millwall created in just over 20 minutes was more than Chelsea''s entire Several times a game. A good yer does not necessarily make a good coach; Vialli has just taken over, and we cannot have high expectations for him. Objectively speaking, Vialli is a primary school student in front of Hall. Taught him a lesson today."


    ...


    After winning the League Cup, Aldrich didn''t get overly excited, embracing each yer to celebrate.


    Their path to the League Cup this season was rtively smooth, without facing severe challenges��this was the biggest factor in their triumph.


    After the award ceremony, Ronaldinho pulled Aldrich for a photo op, both of them holding the small League Cup trophy, with Ronaldinho shing his big gap-toothed grin while giving a thumbs-up.


    Aldrich thanked the fans who supported the team at the venue. The trophy was indeed important, but the morale boost was even more significant. As they prepared for a series of intense matches, winning a championship was a shot of effective adrenaline for the whole team.


    The next day, Fleet Street gave Aldrich a new title: The Trophy Collector!


    Aldrich wasn''t even sure how many nicknames he had.


    The Coach Killer, the Domestic Warfare Expert, the Derby Maniac...


    In less than four years under Aldrich''s management, Millwall, a club that had never won a significant championship in its century-long history, had already secured two League Cups, two FA Cups, one Premier League title, and one European Cup Winners'' Cup trophy. The six hefty trophies marked Aldrich''s transformation. He was no longer just a young coach attracting attention in English football; he had earned full recognition. The heights to which outsiders elevated him were nowparable to those of Manchester United''s manager, Ferguson.


    The Sun even exaggerated by creating a cartoon image as the cover headline for the football section.


    In that image, a cartoonish Aldrich was depicted, dressed in a suit but resembling a cute child. In front of him were three trophies: the League Cup, the FA Cup, and the League Cup.


    The cartoon Aldrich, resting his chin in one hand with a frown, had a caption above him expressing his dilemma: "Should I take one, two, or all three?"


    Therge headline at the top read: "Every Season''s Dilemma."


    The tasteless newspaper even designed a row of cartoon children sitting in two lines, exactly neen of them, each wearing different jerseys representing the other neen clubs in the Premier League. They looked up at Aldrich, who was above them.


    That day, The Sun''s sales soared. Many fans couldn''t help but chuckle at the cover story, but it also offended people, especially the fans of the other neen clubs.


    Aldrich felt helpless. He liked the fame because it made managing the club easier, but he didn''t want to be a public enemy. Unfortunately, Fleet Street wanted him to be a public enemy.


    If he became a public enemy, it meant facing many battles, and that would bring a torrent of news.


    Riding the momentum of their League Cup victory, Millwall faced Dortmund again at Wembley, this time for the second leg of the European Super Cup.


    In this match, Aldrich fielded a lot of young yers, anticipating that Dortmund would y aggressively in their attempt to overturn the deficit, so Millwall adopted a counter-attacking defensive strategy.


    However, Aldrich overestimated the young yers'' ability to handle the pressure of a big stage. Their defense held up reasonably well, but their attack was aplete mess.


    Duff clearly underperformed; he either took too big a touch on the wing or mishandled the ball.


    Fortunately, the defensive substitutes were not weak. Gattuso, Materazzi, and Ferdinand were already trustworthy yers.


    Since being demoted to the reserve team after Christmas, Ferdinand, along with Mills and Lampard, helped the reserves achieve a winning streak over the past month, winning back Aldrich''s trust through their positive training attitude and focus on the reserve matches.


    Upon returning to the first team, they also kept their heads down, reintegrating into the squad with their professionalism shown by additional training in their spare time.


    Millwall fell behind by two goals during the match, but after adjustments in the second half, Van Nistelrooy pulled one back, making the aggregate score 5-3, which deted Dortmund''s spirits.


    Ultimately, Millwall imed the European Super Cup triumph at Wembley without breaking a sweat.


    As a continuation ofst season''s titles, after winning, Millwall fans in the stands unfurled a banner: "Five-time Champions!"


    League, FA Cup, European Cup Winners'' Cup, European Super Cup, Community Shield.


    In the 1996-97 season, Millwall had secured a total of five championship trophies!


    Aldrich truly earned the title of The Trophy Collector.


    However, he didn''t have time to celebrate; he needed to keep a clear head because a powerful enemy was about toe to London for a fierce battle!


    The Serie A giant, Juventus!


    As the Champions League quarter-finals approached, Millwall''s league position had dropped to third.


    League Cup is Millwall! Although Chelsea performed decently in this match, tactically, it was aplete victory for Hall over Vialli. If we recall two years ago, in the 1995-96 League Cup final, when Millwall faced Aston Vi, today''s Chelsea resembles Millwall back then:cking in honors, desperate for sess, eager to devour their opponents from the first minute. In that match, Millwall ultimately turned the tables and won. Chelsea was just unlucky; their opponent wasn''t Aston Vi but Millwall."


    "Indeed, today''s Millwall disyed aposed demeanor and exuded the qualities of a strong team. They weren''t afraid of Chelsea''s attacks and controlled the game rhythmically. They remained calm, knowing they would score. In the first half, they wore down their opponent''s stamina, then suddenly kicked it into high gear in thetter half. The score may have been 1-0, but the number of threatening attacks Millwall created in thest twenty minutes was several times greater than Chelsea''s total throughout the match. Good yers don''t necessarily make good coaches; Vialli has just taken over, and we can''t expect too much from him��that''s a decision for the Chelsea club, which outsiders can''t interfere with. But objectively speaking, Vialli looked like an elementary school studentpared to Hall today, who gave him a masterss."


    ...


    After iming the League Cup, Aldrich celebrated modestly, hugging each yer in congrattions.


    This season, their journey through the League Cup had been rtively smooth, without facing severe challenges, which was the main factor in their triumph.


    After the awards ceremony, Ronaldinho pulled Aldrich for a photo op. They stood side by side, each holding the small League Cup trophy, and with a big grin showcasing his prominent teeth, Ronaldinho gave a thumbs-up with his other hand.


    Aldrich thanked the fans who had supported them from the stands. Winning the trophy was indeed important, but the morale boost was even more crucial. With a championship to lift just as they were about to embark on a series of tough matches, it served as an effective morale booster for the entire team.


    The next day, Fleet Street bestowed Aldrich with a new title: The Trophy Harvester!


    Aldrich himself didn''t even know how many nicknames he had.


    Coach killer, civil war expert, derby maniac...


    In less than four years of Aldrich''s management, Millwall, which had never won an important trophy in its hundred-year history, had already secured two League Cups, two FA Cups, one Premier League title, and one European Cup Winners'' Cup��a total of six heavy trophies that transformed Aldrich''s standing. He was no longer just a young coach to watch in English football; he had gained substantial recognition. The height to which he was elevated by the public was nowparable to that of Manchester United''s legendary manager, Ferguson.


    The *Sun* even exaggeratedly created an image for the football section''s front page.


    In that image was a chibi version of Aldrich, dressed sharply in a suit but looking more like an adorable child. In front of him stood three trophies: the League Cup, the FA Cup, and the League Cup.


    The chibi Aldrich, resting his chin on his hand with a furrowed brow, had text above expressing his dilemma: Should I take one, two, or all three?


    The prominent headline read: The Woes of Every Season.


    In a rather lowbrow design, the newspaper depicted two rows of cartoon children��exactly neen, representing the other Premier League clubs��looking up at Aldrich with their heads held high.


    That day, the *Sun* sold astonishingly well. Many fans chuckled at the front page headline, though it certainly offended a few��especially the fans of the other neen clubs.


    Aldrich felt quite helpless. He liked the fame because it made managing the club easier, but he didn''t want to be the enemy. Unfortunately, Fleet Street seemed to hope he would be just that.


    If he became the enemy, it meant facing many battles, and news woulde flooding in.


    Riding the momentum of the League Cup victory, Millwall weed Dortmund to Wembley for the second leg of the UEFA Super Cup.


    In this match, Aldrich fielded a host of young yers, anticipating that Dortmund would y aggressively to overturn the deficit, so Millwall employed a counter-attacking strategy.


    However, Aldrich overestimated the young yers'' ability to handle the pressure of a big game. Their defense held up rtively well, but their attack was aplete mess.


    Duff clearly underperformed; whenever he carried the ball down the wing, he either overextended it or lost control.


    Fortunately, the defensive lineup on the bench was solid. Gattuso, Materazzi, and Ferdinand were all trustworthy yers.


    Since being relegated to the reserve team after Christmas, Ferdinand had helped the reserves rack up a string of victories alongside Mills and Lampard, earning Aldrich''s trust back with their positive attitude in training and focused performance in reserve matches.


    Upon returning to the first team, they also integrated back into the squad with their professional spirit, practicing extra hours in their free time.


    Millwall found themselves two goals down during the match. After adjustments in the second half, Van Nistelrooy pulled one back, bringing the aggregate score to 5-3, at which point Dortmund seemed to dete.


    In the end, Millwall imed the UEFA Super Cup with rtive ease at Wembley.


    As a continuation ofst season''s titles, Millwall''s fans in the stands raised a banner that read: Five-Time Champions!


    League, FA Cup, European Cup Winners'' Cup, UEFA Super Cup, Community Shield.


    In the 1996-97 season, Millwall had captured a total of five trophies!


    Aldrich was indeed called the Trophy Harvester for good reason.


    However, he had no time to celebrate and had to keep his mind sharp because a formidable enemy was about to arrive in London for a fierce battle!


    The Italian giants, Juventus!


    As the UEFA Champions League quarter-finals were about to kick off, Millwall had fallen to third ce in the league.


    It wasn''t that they had performed poorly in thest two months; they had actually narrowed the gap with Manchester United to just seven points. However, another team that had been behind them was gaining momentum and showing unstoppable potential.


    Wenger''s Arsenal had gone on a winning streak since February, winning every match!


    They had overtaken Millwall by two points and were only five points behind Manchester United.


    Aldridge felt powerless in the situation. That''s football; you can only improve your performance to ensure victory, rather than expecting your rivals to falter.


    Millwall had already yed two league matches against Arsenal this season, winning one and losing one. The opportunity to counter Arsenal was clearly slipping away.


    Millwall''s young lineup asionally drew, costing them four points, and that was the price they had to pay. The brutal Champions League knockout stage was also underway, further draining their energy from focusing on the league.


    To this, Aldrich remained defiant at the press conference: Millwall was not out yet. They were temporarily third in the league, with only a seven-point gap to Manchester United. There were ten rounds left, and if United won eight of them, they would take the title. If not, we''ll just have to wait and see.


    He couldn''t show weakness, or it would diminish the young yers'' ambition for the matches.


    Fleet Street was baffled by this. They felt that Millwall''s achievement this season was alreadymendable.


    You want to challenge for the Champions League while also developing young yers, but are you really expecting to sessfully defend your league title?


    The outside world believed that Millwall''s realistic goal in the league this season should be more pragmatic, depending on the oue of the Champions League knockout stage.


    If they were eliminated by Juventus, then focusing solely on the league title would still be possible since the main yers would have the energy.


    However, if they passed the hurdle against Juventus, then their realistic target in the league should be second ce, securing qualification for next season''s Champions League.


    In any case, they wouldn''t give up on the Champions League; if they eliminated Juventus, they would reach the semifinals, and even if a knife was held to Aldrich''s throat, he wouldn''t back down!

 Chapter 297: Echoes of Wembley

    <h4>Chapter 297: Echoes of Wembley</h4>


    After advancing from the group stage of this season''s Champions League, thepetition moves straight to the quarter-finals. There''s no rule about avoiding teams from the same country, nor is there a stiption about first-ce teams facing second-ce teams, especially since six teams advanced as group winners.


    The three German teams made a strong showing, but the draw turned tragic, with all of them ced in one half of the bracket, along with Real Madrid.


    Millwall and Juventus, Manchester United and Monaco��these four teams are all in the same half.


    The situations in both halves are evenly matched, and to reach the final, fierce battles are inevitable. Millwall will have to facest season''s runners-up, Juventus, who won the Champions League two years ago. Just considering Juventus''s achievements in the Champions League over the past two years makes it clear how formidable this opponent is!


    At the pre-match press conference, Fleet Street was rather pessimistic, believing that Millwall''s luck had run out, facing a Juventus team that was currently at its peak, making advancement seem bleak.


    From yer strength to coaching skills, Juventus''s advantages are obvious. Although Aldrich has been highly regarded, he cannot bepared to a renowned coach like Lippi, who has conquered the Champions League and dominated Serie A.


    The League Cup final was just a smokescreen, and after ying mind games in the league, Aldrich arrived on the Champions League stage with a low-profile, practical approach.


    At the press conference, even though the Italian media put pressure on him in an aggressive manner, asking him about his goals for this game andparing the strengths of the two teams,Aldrich calmly admitted: "Juventus is a prestigious club in Italy. Firstly, they have a great coach. I admire the achievements of Coach Lippi, and Juventus has an incredibly strong squad. Their aplishments in Serie A and the Champions League in recent years are indeed remarkable. You may think Millwall is weaker than Juventus, and I won''t dispute that. In fact, we do have a gap in yer ability and experience. Juventus is stronger. If I emphasize that Millwall is stronger or on the same level as them, the entire world of fans would think I''m being overly arrogant. However, football matches aren''t always won by the stronger team. If Millwall wants to advance, we must first show the courage and determination to fight for it! My yers yearn for glory. In the face of the UEFA Champions League, the club''s supreme honor, we must demonstrate a strong fighting spirit to go further. If we are destined to be eliminated by Juventus, then the matches at Wembley and the Alpi Stadium will be our finals! Losing is not scary; being eliminated is not the end of the world. But even if Millwall loses, we must leave with our heads held high!"


    His bnced remarks received unanimous praise from the media.


    Even the Italian media, who had previously mocked Aldrich, acknowledged that Millwall was a worthy opponent.


    A coach''s style often reflects the character of the club, and Aldrich''s role is not just that of a coach; on such a prominent stage as the Champions League, he has made his position very clear.


    Hees off as humble but does not appearcking in confidence.


    This reminded one ofst year''s encounters with Paris Saint-Germain and Barcelona, where Aldrich never boasted, showing sufficient respect to his opponents. Whether his opponents respected him was of no concern to him. Just like when Barcelona''s coach Van Gaal looked down on him, he never retaliated publicly.


    Fairness is in the heart of the beholder. Aldrich is not a chameleon; he does not be a gentleman when facing noble adversaries and a rogue when facing scoundrels. He has his principles. Others may enjoy mocking, belittling, or vilifying him; perhaps it''s not personal but rather a psychological tactic. He remains unfazed, and his demeanor has endowed Millwall with a unique spirit.


    Juventus''s coach, Lippi, also expressed his respect for Millwall when discussing the matchup. He believes that English teams have begun to revive. Last year, Manchester United reached the semi-finals, and this year, they gave Juventus a tough time in the group stage, narrowly advancing to the knockout rounds. Millwall, as the reigning Premier League champion, is on par with Manchester United in strength. More importantly, Millwall is young and energetic. The yers share a mentor-mentee rtionship with Aldrich and can always ovee challenges together in adversity. Juventus must not underestimate their opponent.


    When match day arrives, tickets for Wembley have sold out early. Not only Millwall fans but many neutral fans are eager to enter Wembley to witness this pinnacle sh.


    Millwall, as the reigning Premier League champion, has cruised through the group stage of the Champions League this season. Juventus, on the other hand, has dominated Serie A, being crowned champions and finishing as runners-up in the Champions League over the past two years. To say Juventus is the strongest team in Europe wouldn''t be an exaggeration. Even if some may disagree, they undoubtedly belong among Europe''s elite.


    What kind of sparks will fly when these two teams collide?


    Compared to the other three quarter-final matchups, the battle between Millwall and Juventus is the most anticipated.


    - Manchester United vs. Monaco


    - Bayer Leverkusen vs. Real Madrid


    - Bayern Munich vs. Borussia Dortmund


    The appeal of these three matches pales inparison to the spotlight battle between Millwall and Juventus.


    As night falls, the Wembley Stadium shines brightly.


    The yers from Millwall and Juventusplete their warm-ups, while the substitutes take their seats. The starting yers return to the locker room.


    Aldrich stands in the locker room, his gaze calmly fixed on the empty tactics board, as if in deep thought.


    Once the starting eleven are dressed in their official match jerseys, they all look at Aldrich with determined expressions.


    He turns around and speaks lightly.


    "Since the day I took over the team, I''ve asked myself several questions every morning: What does Millwall stillck? How far are we from being number one in the world? Every day, I''ve been asking myself these questions, pondering the answers while brushing my teeth or taking a shower, year after year. Recently, however, I''ve found it nearly impossible toe up with an answer I''m satisfied with."


    He scans everyone in front of him and continues, "You eleven first joined the team four years ago, some three years ago. You''ve been ying together for nearly three to four years. Over this lengthy period of more than a thousand days, you''ve transformed from unknowns into stars. Your skills have matured, and you''ve faced many important matches. Your mindset is no longer as timid as when you first started. We have created brilliance together, which represents our progress and maturity. Tactically, we have reached our peak. Although it may not be perfect, it is close to the limits of what you can achieve. So, what exactly is it that you think we stillck to be the best in the world? Can we still say you are young? Your average age is already 24, the prime of your careers��capable of running and charging, full of energy. Do we stillck experience? We have yed more finals in the past two years than any other team, and some of you y crucial roles in your national teams. We are a champion team; we have proven ourselves in Ennd, and now, I believe it is time to show the world that you are number one. We are fully capable of challenging for the Champions League trophy and proving our strength with that trophy!"


    The yers'' eyes be sharper and more focused.


    Captain Southgate stands up, passionately dering, "Boss, we won''t make any excuses for ourselves! We can no longer think we''re still immature and need more matches to improve or to hone our skills and build rapport with our teammates. We can''t give ourselves any more excuses! We are the strongest team now! Of course, Juventus is also very strong with honors that we do not, but isn''t this kind of opponent exactly who we want to face?"


    As he finishes, Southgate turns to his teammates, silently asking for their thoughts.


    Everyone nods in unison, brimming with fighting spirit!


    In the three to four years they''ve been together, they have grown from nothing into champion yers��what reason do they have to fear a formidable opponent?


    Seeing the confident and determined expressions on his yers, Aldrich felt genuinely pleased. He needed his yers to be unafraid psychologically; this would allow them to perform at their best. Otherwise, if they were hesitant and cautious, it would be disastrous��before the battle begins, signs of defeat could already be seen!


    "y well in today''s match. We need to show our style and bring out a stronger determination to advance than our opponent. I believe you can do it. To challenge for the championship, we must first defeat the former champions, Juventus!"


    After Aldrich finished speaking, he turned to leave. In the remaining time, the three captains would also rally their teammates'' spirits.


    As Aldrich stepped out of the yers'' tunnel to the sidelines, he made a point to shake hands with Lippi. The silver-haired Lippi, despite being middle-aged, still shows traces of his youthful charm. They exchanged a few pleasantries in Italian, and then Aldrich turned around. The great battle was about to begin, and one of them must fall after the two encounters!


    Sitting down in front of the coach''s bench, Aldrich took a sip of water to soothe his throat. His assistants, Benitez and Jansen, appeared particrly tense today.


    It''s a curious matter.


    It''s hard to measure whether the FA Cup final, the Premier League title race, the League Cup final, or the European Cup Winners'' Cup final carries more pressure than this Champions League Round of 16 match.


    Yet, strangely enough, Benitez and Jansen felt exceptionally nervous today. In fact, Aldrich wasn''t entirely at ease himself. After pondering, he thought maybe it wasn''t about the asion but rather the opponent.


    Teams like Manchester United, Arsenal, Barcelona, and Paris Saint-Germain do notpare to the current Juventus in terms of strength, which is what creates greater pressure.


    "It''s so unlucky to y at home first! That old fox Lippi has an advantage in lineup strategy."


    Jansen, overwhelmed by tension, spoke to relieve the mood.


    Aldrich rarely started a match by drinking half a bottle of water, and it was indeed due to his nervousness.


    He listened, smiled, and said nothing.


    Should we y home first or away first? Which one has more advantages?


    Statistically speaking, it is more advantageous to y away from home first.


    But statistics are strict, not absolute.


    Especially due to the uneven strength of the team, such statistics are not objective and fair.


    When the strength of the two teams is very different and the strong team ys away first and then at home, the weak team faces a real challenge. In their first home game, should they y it safe or go all-out? If they hold back, fans will surely express their displeasure. What if they don''t score? Do they still have a chance in away games? On the other hand, if they decide to attack and the strong team adopts defensive counterattack tactics, wouldn''t this be a disaster for them?


    In such contexts, it is undoubtedly beneficial for the stronger team to y away first. But conversely, even if a weaker team ys at home first, their chances of advancing may not increase significantly.


    When the strength of both teams shows no obvious differences, whether ying at home first or away first doesn''t truly confer an absolute advantage. This theory is subject to change; at one moment, people believe ying away first is better, and at another, they think ying at home first is superior.


    What matters is performance on the day; everything else is secondary.


    As both teams entered the field, the Champions League theme echoed throughout Wembley.


    The pinnacle sh between the Premier League champions and the Serie A champions is about tomence!

 Chapter 298: Nedvěd: The Iron Warrior

    <h4>Chapter 298: Nedv��d: The Iron Warrior</h4>


    The focus battle of the UEFA Champions League Round of 16 in the 1997-98 season is about to begin, with Millwall facing off against the Serie A giants Juventus at Wembley! Both teams have performed well in their respective leagues. Millwall is currently third in the Premier League and still has a chance to defend their title, while Juventus is neck-and-neck with Inter Mn in Serie A, also pushing toward a potential championship.


    Although this is Millwall''s first appearance in the Champions League in club history, they have shown incredible form, winning all six of their group stage matches, setting a record for English clubs in thepetition. Their aggressive attack,bined with solid defense, is impressive. It''s safe to say thatst year''s victory in the European Cup Winners'' Cup was crucial for their development. This young team, led by the talented coach Aldrich-Hall, has shed its naivety and is fully capable of challenging Juventus! Juventus, asst season''s Champions League winners, narrowly lost to Borussia Dortmund in the finalst year. Lippi''s team has demonstrated stability and strength in both the league and Europeanpetitions, showcasing why Serie A stands tall in Europe!


    The starting formations and line-ups for both teams are as follows:


    Millwall will start with a 4-3-3 formation.


    **Goalkeeper:** Butt


    **Defenders:** Schneider, Elgra, Southgate, Capdev


    **Midfielders:** Mak��l��l��, Pirlo, Nedv��d


    **Forwards:** Shevchenko, Trezeguet, Larsson


    This is Millwall''s strongest lineup!


    Juventus will start with a 4-3-1-2 formation.


    **Goalkeeper:** Peruzzi


    **Defenders:** Torricelli, Montero, Ferrara, Pesotto


    **Midfielders:** Davis, Conte, Deschamps


    **Attacking Midfielder:** Zidane


    **Forwards:** Del Piero, Inzaghi


    Today, fans are in for a treat as both teams have their main yers fit and ready, ensuring that no key yers will miss the match due to injuries. While the first leg isn''t decisive, both teams might lean towards a more conservative tactical approach. However, with 180 minutes to y, the first 90 minutes will be crucial; let''s wait and see what the oue will be.


    A nce at Juventus''s starting yers fills Aldrich with one word: star-studded!


    All eleven are renowned figures in Serie A.


    Peruzzi has been ying for the top clubs in Serie A since his debut. His motto "I want to fly higher" emphasizes his incredible saving ability. If he simplypares his saving ability, he is even better than the future Buffon. !


    All four defenders are notable yers, with the center-back duo of Montero and Ferrara forming a golden partnership.


    The trio of Davis, Conte, and Deschamps in midfield are tireless, strong in both attack and defense, and their tactical acumen honed in Serie A makes thisbination formidable, rivaling any "ck and hard" defensive midfielders in the future!


    Zidane is an exceptionally strange superstar.


    Whenever people think he is already at his peak now, he will always prove to you that as he grows older, he will get better tomorrow!


    Historically, almost all superstars win the Ballon d''Or at their peak, but Zidane has overturned that trend. The Zidane who won the Ballon d''Or was far less impressive than the Zidane who cameter.


    This also indirectly proves that his career trajectory is unconventional. While others rise and fall like a parab, Zidane has steadily climbed without decline, finishing his career with a World Cup final, where he was the absolute core and soul of the team��this is the best testament to his greatness.


    On the forward line, the twin stars, Del Piero, has always shone brightly since his debut. Among Europe''s spotlighted young stars, Del Piero, Ra��l, and Ronaldo represent the new era of European football. Italian media sees Del Piero as a worthy rival to Ronaldo, and before Ronaldo''s rise, Del Piero was undoubtedly the most popr young yer in Europe, a first love for many contemporary young fans! Although his performances in national team tournaments in the following years were disappointing, it cannot be denied that Del Piero is currently in excellent form, and the "Zebra Prince" lives up to his reputation!


    The other star, Inzaghi, has also performed well for Juventus this season. Perhaps the most sensational transfer in the summer of 2001 was Zidane''s record-breaking move to Real Madrid, but Inzaghi''s transfer to Mn had a transfer fee conservatively estimated to exceed $30 million, a price tag achieved through his numerous goals for Juventus!


    This Juventus squad can be described as a fusion of past, present, and future��a collection of top European yers across three generations, showcasing their immense strength.


    "Millwall, charge! Charge!"


    "Millwall, charge! Charge!"


    At Wembley Stadium, the Lions fans chant in unison, having just sung their support song. After finishing, they repeatedly shout these lyrics, louder and more passionately with each repetition, encouraging their team to bravely battle the Serie A giants!


    The Lions never fear losing, but they never kneel to defeat!


    As the match begins, Aldrich rises to the sidelines, arms crossed in encouragement, while Lippi sits steadily on the bench.


    From the first minute of the match, Millwall disys exceptional form, a result of their thorough preparations. To achieve this, Aldrich sacrificed one league match, resulting in only a draw, allowing Arsenal to overtake them in the standings.


    Juventus, ying away, initially focuses on tightening their defense, not rushing to contest possession with Millwall.


    However, they find it intriguing that in this era of attacking midfielders, Millwall''s ymaker is the defensive midfielder Pirlo.


    Pirlo''s precise and sharp passes create significant threats on every Millwall attack, as his vision allows him to exploit weaknesses in the opponent''s defense. Of course, this is a rtive concept; Juventus''s defensive system is nearly wless, evidenced by their few goals conceded in Serie A, showcasing their defensive prowess.


    But today, Millwalles well-prepared, ready to catch their opponents off guard!


    Conte and Davis are startled by Millwall''s attacking yers'' movements!


    What is Millwall doing?


    Are they just kicking around aimlessly?


    From the start, Millwall''s attacks are heavily tilted to the right, with Nedv��d, Larsson, and Trezeguet, along with Shevchenko, already on the right nk. Pirlo frequently passes to the right side, stacking attacking yers in that area and utilizing their numerical advantage in close quarters. After a quick pass, they find space on the right nk, threading through balls that leave Juventus''s defenders in shock.


    The other side of their defense ispletely empty, with no Millwall yers in sight. Are they not worried about counterattacks on that side?


    Davis and Conte were forced to rush forward to support under huge defensive pressure.


    Millwall''s yers are moving more actively and quickly.


    Their attacking trio, Larsson, Nedv��d, and Shevchenko, are all known for their speed, making their movements sharp and responsive, allowing for quickbinations.


    In the first ten minutes, Millwall focuses on the right nk. After a failed attack and a clearance, Schneider retrieves the ball on the right and passes to Pirlo, who suddenly drives forward, forcing Deschamps to close him down. Pirlo then distributes the ball to the right, where Schneider advances, dribbling forward while assessing the situation ahead. He delivers an urate, half-high diagonal pass into the box!


    At that moment, Trezeguet and Shevchenko stay back instead of pushing forward, drawing defensive attention.


    Nedv��d darts to the back post, having anticipated Schneider''s pass before it was made. His diagonal run is subtle, and while Torricelli and Davis notice it, they arepletely outpaced by Nedv��d as he elerates back to cover.


    As the ball bounces inside the box, Nedv��d rushes in. Seeing he can''t catch up, Torricelli attempts a sliding tackle to interfere with him. His foot is directed toward the ball, but Nedv��d still manages to leap and head the ball toward goal!


    He appears to fly parallel to the ground, his forehead making solid contact with the ball, eyes locked on its trajectory.


    Peruzzi had already made two excellent saves, denying Larsson and Trezeguet''s shots, but this time, Nedv��d''s attack is too well-timed and concealed. Schneider''s cross and his run seem almost telepathic!


    The slightly overweight Peruzzi stretched out to his full extent for the save, but could only watch helplessly as the ball brushed past the post and slipped into the back of the.


    As Nedv��d sees the ball enter the goal, he hasn''t even had time to celebrate when he feels a sharp pain on the left side of his forehead!


    Torricelli had pulled his foot back, but it was toote��his cleats grazed Nedv��d''s forehead, and blood immediately gushed forth.


    "Goal! Goal! Millwall opened the scoring at Wembley! The goal was scored by Pavel Nedved, who has been in great form since 1998! This is thanks to coach Hall for Nedved A change in role positioning. In the past, he was more of an offensive yer, providing firepower for the front three. Now he is getting closer to the goal, turning into a hidden assassin. He has scored key goals many times in the league. His goal helped Millwall win the league title... Wait, he seemed to be injured, lying on the ground after scoring! He covered his forehead and seemed to want to stand up, but Torricelli and Ferrara motioned him not to. In the slow-motion rey, Torricelli''s shoe can be seen brushing against his head! Oh my god! Nedved is so unlucky, the injury may be serious!"


    On the sidelines, Aldridge raised his fists in celebration after scoring a goal. The three coaches rushed out one after another. However, they discovered that Nedved did not join in the celebration, and an ominous premonition arose!


    Torricelli immediately apologized to Nedv��d, fearing his actions could result in a red card. In fact, his feet were not raised very high, and Nedved''s header bounced closer to the ground. But Nedv��d touched the ball first and Torricelli was forced to make a tackle, so in the end it all came down to the referee''s judgment. A foul is certain, but the goal is undoubtedly valid.


    If the referee dared to cancel the goal and award a penalty instead, it wouldn''t just reflect poor judgment��it would be sheer folly and would ruin his own reputation!


    Millwall''s yers all rushed to Nedv��d''s side.


    Juventus yers, to mitigate the consequences of Torricelli''s foul, exhibited a friendly demeanor even as they conceded a goal, calm Nedv��d while exining to Millwall''s yers.


    They are experienced and must not anger Millwall at the moment. After all, they were ying away from home and had just conceded a goal. If another yer is sent off now, the game will bepletely in danger and may even be in danger of being eliminated!


    Ultimately, Nedv��d managed to stand up. He could definitely get up on his own; however, Juventus yers hoped he would stay down until the medical staff arrived.


    As Nedv��d stood up, the camera briefly captured a close-up before shifting to a wide shot of the scene.


    Half of Nedved''s face was stained red with blood, and he looked like a Spartan warrior reborn from hell!

 Chapter 299: A Battle of Wills

    <h4>Chapter 299: A Battle of Wills</h4>


    Nedv��d took the towel handed to him by the team doctor and wiped his face, then pressed it against the wound. Apanied by the team doctor, he walked toward the sideline, where Aldrich approached with a serious expression, wanting to inquire about his condition.


    To Aldrich''s surprise, as soon as he got close, Nedv��d said solemnly, "Boss, I''m fine! I can continue ying!"


    Aldrich didn''t heed him, his gaze fixed on the team doctor.


    The Lions fans in the Wembley stands were worried, fearing that Nedv��d might not be able to continue, which would be a heavy blow to the team.


    Even though they were leading 1-0, the fans couldn''t be optimistic.


    After Nedv��d left the field, the referee issued a yellow card to Torricelli.


    Evidently, Torricelli''s remorseful attitude and the Juventus yers'' initial reaction earned some leniency, and since the game had only been underway for a few minutes, Juventus would lose much of its appeal from a viewing perspective if they were down a man.


    The goal was undisputed, and Torricelli received a yellow card.


    However, the fans in the stands were displeased, with loud boos filling Wembley as they couldn''t understand the referee''s decision.


    Nedv��d''s bloodied face signaled how dangerous the foul had been; a slight deviation could have led to a more severe injury!


    Aldrich didn''t have time to protest to the referee; he was more concerned about Nedv��d''s injury. After the team doctor treated the wound, Nedv��d insisted on returning to the match. The team doctor believed it wasn''t a serious issue, but the wound needed stitching. Nedv��d, enduring the pain without anesthesia, urged the team doctor to stitch the wound quickly on the sidelines.


    Millwall''s medical team was well-prepared, stitching Nedv��d''s wound quickly due to his urgency, and then bandaging his head. Despite the team doctor''s repeated warnings to avoid heading the ball, Nedv��d didn''t respond, quickly changed into a new shirt, and stood on the sideline waiting for the referee''s signal to return to the field.


    When the referee allowed him back on, Wembley erupted in cheers, and the fans were thrilled. Nedv��d, with a bandaged head, further cemented his heroic image!


    Many fans once again waved the gs and posters they had before the match, all featuring Nedv��d. The Lions fans sang songs in praise of Nedv��d, creating a scene that was both thrilling and moving.


    Aldrich, standing on the sideline, had only allowed Nedv��d to return to the field based on the team doctor''s professional assessment. If the team doctor had said no, Aldrich would have immediately substituted Nedv��d.


    Fortunately, Nedv��d was able to continue fighting.


    This unexpected event became a turning point!


    A turning point that was more favorable to Millwall.


    Nedv��d, battling through injury, returned to the pitch with unyielding determination, inspiring every teammate and strengthening Millwall''s fighting spirit!


    In contrast, Juventus, having witnessed Nedv��d''s return, regardless of their inner thoughts, would undoubtedly be impacted. Furthermore, Torricelli''s yellow card put them at a disadvantage.


    Lippi had seen from the first goal that Millwall had used their front yers'' speed to execute a deceptive attack.


    This was partly due to Juventus'' slow adjustment in the away game. The left nk was frequently under threat in the first ten minutes, exposing gaps on the right. Millwall''s sudden switch to the left nk and Nedv��d''s unexpected run to the front were indeed a well-executed tactical move, not a mere coincidence but a nned strategy.


    This is the strength of Millwall; their main lineup doesn''t rely on individual prowess to dominate opponents in one-on-one situations but rather on team coordination to ovee them from a broader perspective.


    The Silver Fox stood up to ry instructions and made some adjustments.


    Juventus'' defense quickly tightened, conceding two nks to their opponents while focusing on protecting dangerous areas,pressing the space for Millwall''s attacking yers, and reducing their speed advantage in pration.


    With the lead, Millwall shifted their attack to Torricelli''s side, pressing hard!


    Torricelli, wary of getting another card, didn''t dare to be too aggressive. If not for Davis and Conte frequently covering, this side might have been overwhelmed by Millwall!


    The Lions fans continued to cheer for their team, finding the match very exciting.


    Millwall kept attacking Juventus relentlessly!


    It seemed that the Italian giants weren''t so formidable after all.


    However, the fans didn''t know that Millwall was expending unprecedented stamina to establish their advantage!


    Juventus, shifting from defense to attack, saw Deschamps pass the ball directly to Zidane.


    Zidane controlled the ball well and turned, faking a move against Pirlo, but Pirlo remained unfazed, keeping his low center of gravity.


    During the game, Aldrich had analyzed the characteristics of almost every Juventus yer in detail, requiring the yers to stay focused and avoid mistakes in both offense and defense!


    Zidane''s strengths were ball control and creativity, not speed, so he wasn''t a threat in a sprint.


    Pirlo''s task was simple: slow down Zidane, ensuring he wasn''t passed too easily and disrupting his rhythm.


    As Zidane controlled the ball, scanning for options, he frowned.


    Millwall''s defense was well-targeted, with Makelele positioned behind Pirlo, blocking Del Piero. If Zidane yed a lofted ball, Del Piero would be in a contested header situation, giving Millwall''s defense more time.


    Elgott appeared to be marking Del Piero, but he was actually blocking Del Piero while Southgate trailed behind, keeping a meter''s distance from Inzaghi.


    Inzaghi, the super forward born on the offside line and residing there!


    Aldrich couldn''t gamble on whether Southgate or Elgott would closely mark Inzaghi in case of a counter-offside.


    So today, Southgate yed more like a sweeper, trailing behind. Even if Inzaghi got the ball, as long as there was a defender in front, his threat was diminishedpared to a one-on-one situation.


    Millwall''s full-backs also contracted the penalty area during defense, ready to provide support and cover, as Juventuscked natural wingers. The nks were managed by Zidane''s midfielders pushing forward.


    Zidane dribbled and stepped forward, and Pirlo also took a step back. Zidane dribbled again, and Pirlo stepped back once more.


    Zidane was frustrated. What is this Italian doing? Isn''t he a defensive midfielder? Why doesn''t hee up and steal the ball?


    He dribbled sideways, faked a change of direction, and Pirlo stepped back again, creating some space but still facing Zidane directly.


    Zidane could see it clearly: this kid was definitely not going to press him!


    Pirlo, on the other hand, wanted to challenge for the ball, but the boss had emphasized before the match: "No way!" If the defenders kept their eyes solely on the ball and went after it, the chances of getting bypassed by Zidane were too high to contemte!


    Zidane''s career is filled with incredible moments where he dribbled past defenders, many of whom rushed to intercept him. Zidane does not rely on speed, instead he uses his bnce, agility and excellent ball control to keep those pressing him off bnce.


    In that split second, he could slip past them effortlessly. Now, Pirlo has been appointed as Zidane''s first line of defense, and Aldridge''s instructions are very clear: "Don''t just watch the ball, follow Zidane! Follow him! Don''t lose your position!"


    Zidane struggled to find passingnes, so he chose to dribble forward. Pirlo didn''t tackle; instead, he focused on positioning, following Zidane closely. Zidane is a true artist on the ball, not a sapper. So although Pirlo''s body may not be an advantage, he is not at a disadvantage when facing Zidane.


    Zidane moved sideways and then toward the nks, realizing Millwall''s defensive tactics as he approached the edge of the field.


    Pirlo was blocking the inside, while other attacking yers had returned to defense!


    Zidane couldn''t deliver a decisive ball immediately after shifting from defense to attack, so Millwall''s attacking yers quickly returned to defense,pressing the space with their overall formation. Juventus had to switch from counter-attacks to positional y.


    The real challengers were Nedv��d and Trezeguet.


    Zidane''s ball protection skills are truly elite. Even as Nedved charged in from behind, Zidane simply pivoted, keeping the ball right where it was. Nedved rushed past him, choosing not to make a tackle, but instead positioning himself next to Pirlo to enhance their defensive coverage. They were waiting for Trezeguet toe and assist in applying pressure on Zidane.


    Zidane''s frustration is evident, but he isn''t the type to force a dribble past everyone. With the pressure easing from the back, Davis and his teammates could join the attack, so he opted to distribute the ball to them. The offense might be a bit slower, but at least they were securing possession.


    As for Millwall, they were all in today, using their tireless running to enhance both their offensive and defensive y.


    Juventus struggled to mount an effective attack, as Millwall''s defensive efforts were relentless. Once they crossed the halfway line, they found themselves bogged down in a swamp. Del.Piero had the final touch on this attack, hesitating for a moment before awkwardly taking a shot that was blocked by Helguera, ending Juventus''s chance to score.


    Millwall responded with a counterattack, their midfielders advancing in an organized manner. Juventus didn''t press them in the middle; instead, Pirlo found it easy to transition from defense to attack, receiving the ball and quickly distributing it to the nks. He then made some well-timed runs to connect with his teammates, using abination of ground passes to break through the opponent''s defense.


    Juventus tightened their formation, not allowing Millwall any space for forward runs. When Millwall advanced quickly toward the penalty area, they encountered Juventus''s strong defensive resistance.


    To threaten their opponents, Millwall started taking long shots, attempting to lure Juventus''s defense out of position to create more space behind them.


    However, Juventus wasn''t afraid of Millwall''s long-range efforts. They had three midfielders to protect their backline, all of whom were toughpetitors. Even if Millwall attempted long shots, they posed little threat unless they got lucky with a world-ss strike. Given Peruzzi''s reaction time, the chances of him saving such shots were incredibly high, which could be quite disheartening for any striker.


    Juventus found themselves forced to turn their counterattack into a positional battle. Unable to advance through the midfield line, they had to rely on ground passing.


    In the duel, Del. Piero was in excellent form and his dribbling was dazzling. Before his injury, he was a forward who expertlybined pace with skill, disying grace and artistry. While he can beat a single defender with ease, beating multiple defenders is not his strong suit.


    Frustratingly for Inzaghi, he was nearly invisible in the first half, with hardly any opportunities to get on the ball. The few touches he had were all thwarted by Millwall''s defenders.


    As the yers headed to the locker room for halftime, Aldrich called over Benitez and Jansen to whisper in the corridor.


    With a 1-0 lead, should they attack or defend in the second half?


    Aldrich knew this decision would be incredibly tough.

 Chapter 300: The Heaven and Hell

    <h4>Chapter 300: The Heaven and Hell</h4>


    The score of 1:0 may not seem like a big difference, but in the two-round knockout round, a 1:0 win at home is of great significance.


    First and most importantly, they held their opponents scoreless on the road. In the second leg of the away game, Millwall can y defensive counterattack; as long as one goal is scored in the away game, Juventus needs to score three goals at home!


    This is where Aldrich finds himself hesitating.


    He is satisfied with the 1:0 scoreline, but with another 45 minutes to y, should they switch to a defensive counter-attack from the very start of the second half?


    Benitez and Jansen both voiced their opinions.


    They believed that 45 minutes was a long time and that if they switched to a defensive strategy right away, and Juventus scored an away goal, Millwall might struggle to mount an attack afterwards.


    After careful consideration, Aldrich felt they had a point.


    Just like in the League Cup against Chelsea, where Chelsea came out strongly and took the lead, their performance waned in the second half, making it hard for them to regain momentum once they fell behind.


    The yers got into a state of excitement in the first half. A sudden slowdown from a high pace may "cool" their form, making it difficult to recover quickly. If Juventus equalizes the score, psychological pressure and anxiety can easily lead to copse.


    As Aldrich walked into the locker room, the team doctor was treating Nedved''s wound. After asking a few questions and receiving reassuring answers, he began to motivate the whole team while implementing some tactical changes.


    As the two teams began the second half, Millwall maintained their high-tempo ying style. Each yer was in excellent form today, with precise passing, quick ball transitions, and a clear understanding of movement and positioning.


    Juventus, having adjusted to the first half''s pace, began to ramp up their efforts in the second half, but their approach was clearly more controlled, progressing steadily over time.


    Their yers'' movement and involvement in attack indicated a shift��Zidane''s distribution was less forward and more about horizontally stretching the y to create opportunities on the wings.


    As the match heated up, both teams set up tight defensive lines starting from midfield. Compared to many teams that recklessly pressed individually, both sides exhibited top-tier defensive tactics. Serie A teams excel in chain defense, and under Aldrich''s guidance, Millwall''s defense emphasized coordinated collective positioning rather than one-on-one aggression, leaving no opportunity for the opponent to exploit.


    During open y, neither side could create better chances, and both began to utilize set pieces to generate threats.


    Juventus missed two corner-kick opportunities by the narrowest of margins, sending waves of concern through the stands.


    Souness shouted to his teammates to stay alert; they had struggled to defend set ys due to their height disadvantage, requiring precise anticipation and positioning to curb the opponent''s attempts.


    As the match reached the seventieth minute, Aldrich paced nervously along the sideline. By this time, he could tell that Millwall''s stamina was wearing thin.


    From merely observing, Aldrich realized that his yers had already covered the distance of a typical 90-minute match in just 70 minutes, likely averaging over ten kilometers each.


    With Juventus having conserved energy in the first half before ramping up, the bnce was shifting; the gap between the two sides had begun to narrow, and if this continued, it was likely that Juventus would take control.


    The experienced Lippi had probably nned this from the beginning, focusing on defense first before mounting attacks. If Millwall hadn''t scored with an early surprise goal, they might have been pushing forward out of necessity, which would have presented Juventus with even more attacking opportunities.


    Now it''s time to drop back and defend.


    1:0


    This was a result they could ept!


    Just as Aldrich was preparing to substitute Trezeguet for Back, the tide of the game shifted dramatically.


    Millwallunched an offensive.


    Trezeguet and Larsson switched positions, and from the left outside the penalty area, Trezeguet delivered a rare overhead ball to the right nk.


    Shevchenko charged forward without stopping the ball, using his strength to fend off Pesotto before taking a long shot!


    The ball rocketed towards the Juventus goal like a cannonball. Peruzzi dove and managed to deflect it with one hand, but the speed of the ball was too much; he couldn''t control where it rebounded. It bounced towards the edge of the six-yard box.


    Ferrara and Montero reacted quickly, wanting to clear the ball, but Larsson leapt high between them, heading the ball towards the far side of the goal!


    Peruzzi was powerless as he watched the ball go in!


    Ferrara and the other Juventus yers immediately raised their hands, signaling for Larsson''s rebound to be offside, but the assistant referee''s g remained down.


    Larson made a sessful supplementary shot! Millwall leads Juventus 2:0! This is a golden goal; if they can beat Juventus at home, Millwall''s chances of advancing will be very good! Who can doubt Larson''s determination? He silenced all his critics with a crucial goal in a crucial game. He is one of the yers that cannot be ignored in Millwall''s front line. This attack was a perfect coboration between Millwall''s attacking trio of Trezeguet, Shevchenko, and Larsson. The three of them worked together to expand the score!


    The stands at Wembley erupted; The Lions'' fans were jumping for joy. With a two-goal lead, their chances of advancing increased significantly!


    On the sidelines, Aldrich was simrly ecstatic, pumping his fist in celebration. He quickly turned to bring on Back for Trezeguet while also instructing Gattuso to warm up��there was no time to hesitate; they were determined to hold onto the 2:0 lead!


    With that scoreline, even in the second leg away in Turin, if Millwall could score just one goal against Juventus, the opponent would then need to score four!


    Back came on for Trezeguet.


    Three minutester, Gattuso came on for Shevchenko.


    Millwall switched to a 4-4-1-1 formation.


    Lippi, with a grave expression, strolled to the sidelines to make tactical adjustments, though not personnel changes.


    He understood well that a two-goal deficit was precarious. Given Millwall''s performance in the group stages, even back on home turf, it would be challenging for Juventus to score three goals against them.


    After Millwall''s formation adjustment, Juventus adapted in response; both full-backs pushed forward to assist the attack, and their three midfielders progressed withyered support. In thest ten minutes, Juventus shifted into an aggressive counter, fighting back decisively!


    By this point, while Millwall''s yers could still run, they were beginning tog in pacepared to Juventus. The tireless effort over the first 80 minutes ced them in a vulnerable position in the final ten minutes.


    Aldrich continuously signaled for his yers to hold theirposure, urging them to take opportunities to rest and regte their breathing, even prolonging y whenever possible.


    But Juventus wouldn''t grant them any respite. With their superior fitness, they unleashed a relentless full-court press like a basketball tactic, viciously pressing for possession.


    Zidane took a long shot, Inzaghi sought a deflection, Davis broke through for another long range, Conte sent a brilliant pass, and Del Piero shimmied before sending a shot wide. Torricelli served a high cross, and Conte aimed a header...


    Juventus''s attacks came in waves, putting Millwall under immense pressure defensively, but fortunately, they managed to deny the opponent any clear-cut goal-scoring opportunities; otherwise, Butt might not have held up.


    Even when Millwall attempted to utilize short passes to waste time, they couldn''t resist the aggression from Juventus''s midfield beasts.


    Deschamps intercepted a ball from Pirlo,unching a direct pass; Del Piero, meeting the ball outside the area, took a long shot that Souness blocked with his body, forcing the ball out for a corner.


    As the match entered stoppage time, Juventus pressed forward, and Millwall withdrew into apact defense.


    Juventus quickly took a corner; the ball reached Pesotto''s feet, and Schneider faced him head-on. Unexpectedly, Pesotto cut inside rather than passing, and from a forty-five-degree angle outside the box, he opted for a long shot!


    No one anticipated that he would choose to shoot from that position and distance.


    The ball skidded along the grass, a half-height shot flying swiftly toward the goal.


    Inside the congested box, the ball deflected off Mak��l��l��''s calf as it rolled forward, changing direction as it passed through, still maintaining high speed. Just as it approached the goal line, someone else in the small area made an unintentional touch, and the ball slowly rolled into the.


    Butt waspletely caught off guard, having been deceived by two deflections that shifted his center of bnce, leaving him with no time to react at all.


    "The ball is in! Juventus pulls one back in stoppage time! This goal will allow Lippi to leave London with satisfaction; it''s now 2:1. Millwall has conceded an away goal, somewhat diminishing the importance of their second goal. In fact, a score of 2:1 is far less favorable than 1:0! So whose goal was that? In the slow-motion rey, we see Pesotto''s shot deflected by Mak��l��l��. At that moment, Butt had already lost his bnce, diving toward the near post. If Mak��l��l�� hadn''t deflected the ball, he would have likely saved it. However, that intervention turned the ball, and Helguera behind him was caught off-guard, hastily attempting to clear but mis-hitting it, allowing it to roll into their own goal! After conceding, Helguera covered his face and fell to the ground, consumed by self-reproach!"


    As the Juventus yers celebrated wildly, Lippi smiled from the sidelines, cheerfully discussing the goal with his coaching staff.


    Aldrich and the fans in the stands wore simr expressions, faces drained of color.


    Their spirits had plummeted from heaven to hell!


    Indeed, 2:1 is far less favorable than 1:0.


    The most straightforward interpretation was this: with a score of 2:1, Juventus could advance with just a 1:0 victory at home, while a scoreline of 1:0 would mean even if Juventus won at home, they would still face extra time.


    Souness pulled Helguera up, whispering something encouragingly in his ear before gently pushing his head, urging him to shake off the disappointment quickly.


    Stoppage time had begun; after Millwall restarted, they quickly pushed for an attack, but Pirlo''s long-range shot went wide, signaling the end of the match.


    The fans in the stands began to rally, adopting a more optimistic mindset.


    At least they had won, heading into the second leg with a lead, rather than a draw or trailing on aggregate.


    Today''s match didn''t showcase the breathtaking offensive showdown like the one against Barcelona in the group stage; the first ten minutes and thest ten minutes showed both teams dominating, while the middle seventy minutes was a tug-of-war with limited opportunities, though there were plenty of exciting moments in the battle between offense and defense.


    Aldrich walked over to shake hands with Lippi, not saying much, before turning back to console his dejected yers.


    Thest goal was officially deemed an own goal, and Aldrich was the first to approach Helguera, embracing him tightly while softly encouraging him to forget the mistake.


    "Don''t me yourself; look forward! That''s how you can continue on the path to bing a world-ss center-back. I believe in you; no one will me you. On the contrary, you performed excellently today, sessfully limiting Piero. I''m very pleased with your performance!"


    With Aldrich''sforting words, Helguera was able to shed the psychological burden.


    Aldrich knew that he had to rush to help Helguera immediately; otherwise, that feeling of guilt would take root in his heart and grow.


    After the final whistle, the Millwall yers exchanged jerseys with their Juventus counterparts and then gathered by the sideline to thank the fans for their support.

 Chapter 301: Cream and Chocolate

    <h4>Chapter 301: Cream and Chocte</h4>


    At the post-match press conference, Aldrich appearedte. He had spent time in the locker room summarizing the game with the yers, trying to motivate them and erase the psychological blow from conceding a goal just before the final whistle.


    It wasn''t that the 2:1 scoreline was uneptable to the whole team, but they had yed with more energy and seriousness than in any previous match. It was only natural to feel a psychological gap when afortable 2:0 lead turned into 2:1.


    2:0 and 2:1 were twopletely different situations.


    Italian media were more interested in Aldrich discussing Juventus'' performance in this match. They nitpicked and felt that, despite the decent result for Juventus, the team had failed to disy the aura of a Serie A powerhouse.


    "If Juventus had to win or draw, that would be disrespectful to Millwall. We gave everything to achieve this victory; it''s what Millwall deserved. Juventus performed well, scored an away goal, and the aggregate score is only a one-goal difference. That''s the reality. They can''t just stroll away with more than that. Based on this, when Millwall faces Juventus in the next round, I still believe the probability of advancement is 50%. Although we lead on the scoreboard, Juventus has the advantage of ying at home in the next leg, so both teams'' opportunities are equal."


    The Italian media still carried a sense of superiority. Even though they considered Millwall not a small yer, Juventus represented Serie A, and facing the English Premier League champions, there should be a clear advantage.


    The mood at Fleet Street was quiteplex.


    Before the final whistle, they were ready to sing praises for Millwall. If they could secure a 2:0 win at home against Juventus, the next round would be much easier. But conceding a goal before full-time had flipped the situation upside down.


    A reporter from Fleet Street furrowed his brow and asked, "When your team was ahead 2:0, why did you choose to send on two defensive midfielders and y negatively? If you had maintained the pressure, perhaps you wouldn''t have conceded that unfortunatest goal. Who knows, you might have even finished off the match while Juventus pushed for an equalizer."


    With a serious expression, Aldrich replied coolly, "I don''t think my choice was wrong, and I don''t want to argue about it because it''s unnecessary. I am the head coach, and I am responsible for the team. The opinions from the outside are irrelevant to me. But I want to point out that typically, Millwall''s average running distance over 90 minutes ranges from 10,000 to 12,000 meters. Today, our yers likely increased that by 2,000 to 3,000 meters. When you look back at the process based on the results, there will always be different voices. No one can provide a right answer; maybe if I had let the team keep attacking, we would have scored. Or maybe we would have conceded more. Who knows? only god knows, and neither you nor I are God."


    Fleet Street reporters stopped pressing Aldrich and then turned their focus to Juventus.


    "When Nedved scored, he was fouled by Torricelli. He was injured at the time; the opponent''s action clearly warranted a red card, yet the referee only showed a yellow. What''s your take on this? Will youin to UEFA?"


    Aldrich pondered for a moment before responding.


    In reality, the situation was a bit delicate.


    If, hypothetically, Nedved had not scored, Aldrich believed the referee would have been inclined to show a red card.


    But since the goal stood, with Juventus trailing and the entire team pleading for Torricelli, there were no excessive conflicts, and the referee issued a yellow card. The Millwall yers did not protest.


    This was perhaps a reflection of Aldrich''s style.


    It''s hard to say whether that style is right or wrong.


    Determining whether this style is right or wrong is quite difficult. Aldridge just doesn''t like his team paying too much attention to referee decisions.


    Apetent or excellent referee should be "invisible" during a match.


    If yers became used to pressuring the referee or protesting, it wouldn''t give the team an advantage. The referee has thoughts and authority; he would resent those who protested. This could trigger a psychological bias, resulting in harsher penalties against the protesting side. Once that happens, the yers'' mentality would shift dramatically, diverting some of their focus onto the referee, which is detrimental to the match''s progression.


    In regr matches, it might not be a big deal, but if such a situation arose in a crucial game, the team could copse under pressure.


    The one who should protest is the head coach. Aldrich had spoken with the fourth official after Nedved returned to the field, but the ref''s decision could not be reversed. That was a fact.


    "The referee has his own standards for issuing penalties. Although we feel that Torricelli''s yellow card was too lenient, aside from this controversy, he performed well today. Millwall will notin to UEFA about this matter. Torricelli immediately apologized to Nedved afterward, and Nedved epted his apology. They exchanged jerseys. That foul was indeed dangerous, but you can''t eliminate this phenomenon from football. I remember a long time ago, I called on the FA to increase penalties for dangerous actions, but both the FA and the British football media scoffed at my views.Millwall exists in Ennd, and if the domestic football circles are turning a blind eye to this kind of dangerous y, what''s the point of Millwallining to UEFA? It''s truly a sad joke."


    In traditional English football thinking, matches should be filled with intense physical confrontations, not focused solely on ymaking and breaking through defenses with beautiful passes. One-on-one confrontations are mainstream, and valiant tenacity reflects an inner spirit. However, when aggression turns into brutality, that''s another matter altogether, and there isn''t an obvious distinction. Therefore, Aldrich felt helpless but could do nothing about it.


    Without delving into Millwall''s historical status in Ennd, even traditional powerhouses cannot change the status quo by themselves. If the FA truly adopted Aldrich''s suggestions, that would be a significant issue. Criticism would pour in like a wave, and people would use the FA of siding with Millwall, crafting regtions that cater to their style.


    So, nothing changes. The status quo remains the same. Different factions coexist peacefully. If something is rashly altered, it often triggers a widespread conflict of interests.


    By the time Aldrich returned home, it was nearly midnight. He couldn''t sleep, sitting on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought.


    2:1.


    What tactics should the team use for the second leg in Turin?


    His mind was still preupied with the Champions League.


    This was understandable, as this season, Millwall''s key yers had primarily focused on the Champions League.


    Even though they currently ranked third in the league, everyone seemed unconcerned. Firstly, there was confidence��they believed they wouldn''t fall behind. Secondly, there was allure: they had already clinched the Premier League titlest season, and this was their first foray into the Champions League, naturally making them prioritize sess in thetter.


    It was like having tasted a cream cake; when chocte cake appeared before them, they naturally shifted their attention to the new treat.


    Perhaps their current performance in the league wasn''t as good asst season, but it was undoubtedly better and more stable than the season before that. The yers didn''t feel that the gap with Manchester United was insurmountable.


    However, when the yers aimed to concentrate on performing well in a match, the preparations and the physical toll of the match would still affect at least two league games.


    Aldrich was well aware that, in terms of priority, this season''s Champions League took precedence over the league! Not to mention the yers; even he viewed the Champions League as more important!


    Millwall''s squad depth determined that they couldn''t deliver a 100% performance in bothpetitions. Since the Champions League had not eliminated them, it was only natural to prioritize the Champions League.


    2:1 was a painfully tricky scoreline.


    It ced the head coach in a situation where making a decisive choice on the extreme route was impossible.


    Whether he was determined to go for a solid defensive approach or take a significant risk and go all out, neither could be chosen in the context of an aggregate score of 2:1.


    Ding-dong.


    Just as Aldrich was deep in thought, the doorbell rang.


    He checked the time��it was already 11 PM. He wondered who might be visiting at this hour.


    Walking to the door, he found it was his neighbor across the hall. He opened the door and curiously asked, "Yvonne, is something wrong?"


    Yvonne appeared to have just showered, her typically ponytailed hair now falling gracefully over her shoulders, radiating a fresh fragrance in her casual homewear.


    She held a te of waffles, smiling, "You can''t sleep, can you?"


    Aldrich invited her in and chuckled, "Yeah, uh, just thinking about the team."


    Yvonne set the te on the coffee table and said, "I usually know you''re worried about the team when you''re still awake at this hour."


    "Why''s that?"


    "Because when the team loses or doesn''t perform well, you tend to stay upte. I live right across from you, after all."


    "A peeping Tom, huh? I''ll have to sue you."


    "Whatever. I made some waffles. Whether they''re good or not, you''ll have to eat them anyway, heh."


    Aldrich picked up a piece and took a bite; honestly, it didn''t taste particrly special, but he exaggeratedly expressed enjoyment, eximing, "Mmm, whoever marries you truly is a lucky guy."


    Yvonne smiled dismissively and, after sitting down, asked, "When do you n to sleep?"


    Aldrich poured her a cup of tea, then sat back on the sofa, crossing his legs, "I don''t know. I''ve got a lot on my mind, so I just can''t seem to feel tired."


    "Perfect, I can''t sleep either. I''ll keep youpany here."


    "Well, you should at least find something to do, right? How about helping me clean up? Haha."


    "Dream on! Let''s find a movie to watch."


    With that, she got up and rummaged through the DVD rack next to the TV, eventually finding a recently released film she hadn''t seen yet.


    As the film''s title appeared on the screen, Aldrichmented, "Alright, if I watch this movie twice, I guess it''ll be daylight by the time I''m done."


    Yvonne settled on the sofa beside him, her expression calm and serene as she watched the movie.


    **Titanic.**


    A popr new film from the past few months.


    Aldrich hadn''t seen it in theaters. If he watched a movie with the yers, it wouldn''t be a film like this; it was more likely to be an action-packed blockbuster or a sci-fi film. Mnie had also been too busy, so he missed the chance to watch it when it first came out. He had only purchased the DVD and kept it at home since then.


    As Aldrich continued to ponder about the team, the presence of a beautiful woman watching the movie beside him surprisingly allowed him to focus; perhaps subconsciously, he considered Yvonne as family, so he didn''t mind her presence.

 Chapter 302: A Bold Confession

    <h4>Chapter 302: A Bold Confession</h4>


    Aldrich tried to analyze Juventus'' strategy for the second leg from Lippi''s perspective.


    Tactically speaking, at this level ofpetition, it''s hard to say there are any surprises. Recklessly changing a mature tactical approach can be quite risky, and Juventus, given their situation, has no need to take such risks.


    Trailing on aggregate, Juventus must attack��that''s certain. But how to attack and when to strike leave plenty of room for strategy.


    Should they control the match, gradually building an advantage, or unleash a flurry of offensive y?


    Aldrich was deep in thought, nearly losing his grip on reality.


    Before every important match, he went through this mental process.


    And against Juventus, Millwall wasn''t just relying on Aldrich''s musings. During pre-game preparations, he organized practice matches where the substitutes would adopt Juventus'' tactical formations topete against the first team. Topensate for the disparity in strength, the first-team yers would be reduced in number, ying with fewer than their opponents.


    While this wasn''t a perfect exercise, it was far from useless.


    At that time, the Hungarian Golden Team was one of the strongest teams in history and operated within the national system. All domestic teams are part-time training partners of the national team. They y as teams from different countriespeting against national teams.


    In preparation for their match against Ennd, Hungary even went so far as to select yers whose tactical characteristics mirrored those of the English team,pletely mirroring their strategies. They trained day and night alongside the national team, which exins why Ennd was thoroughly outyed by Hungary in both legs. After all, their tactics were no secret; the opponents had fully deciphered them.


    When he decided to wrap up this brainstorming session, the movie on the TV was still ying.


    Yvonne waspletely engrossed, her quiet demeanor adding a certain charm. Suddenly, Aldrich noticed her eyes misty and coughed lightly, saying, "Honestly, I can''t stand seeing you cry like this."


    Yvonne blinked to hold back her tears and tilted her head, smiling, "I just remembered some old times."


    "Oh? Were you moved by the movie?"


    "Sort of. That line, ''You jump, I jump.'' Ha, it reminds me of our childhood��wherever you went, I followed; if you fought, I joined in. Whatever we did, we did it together."


    Aldrich turned to nce at the TV and, sure enough, the scene had progressed to Jack and Rose jumping off the ship.


    He chuckled, "Yes, we were always together as kids. But after that, around the time you guys started middle school, I only got to see you all every few months. I heard from Brady that you rarely hung out together back then, seemingly realizing the differences between boys and girls. Haha, it''s quite funny looking back."


    Yvonne''s expression softened as she looked up at the ceiling, murmuring, "Yes, we were just going through school one step at a time, while you chased your dreams and left London. Aldrich, why was it like that? We grew up together, yet you became so different. Ever since you were ten, it''s like you grew up overnight. Back then, we thought you were a dependable partner. Now, it feels like your story could be turned into a movie or a biography."


    Aldrichughed at her words, "You know, Andrew told me that a small filmpany in London actually wanted to make a movie about me��portraying how I helped Millwall rise in Ennd, depicting my journey from age ten, working hard, and then taking charge as manager after the Hall family bought the club. They''dpress the club''s history from the past three years. Haha, I turned it down; it felt too exaggerated, almost like seeking fame."


    Yvonne''s smile was enchanting, and she suddenly changed the subject, asking softly, "How are things with Mnie?"


    "Pretty good, I guess. I''ve been busy, and she''s on a world tour with the Spice Girls. She often texts me about their shows; it seems they''re really popr, with tickets selling out every time. Haha."


    "What made you like her?"


    "I don''t know; I''m not the type to fall in love at first sight. It''s more like, at a certain moment, I felt something special and wanted to pursue it, and then everything just fell into ce."


    "Why don''t you like me?"


    When Yvonne asked this question, Aldrich was clearly taken aback, noticing her gaze wasplex but still gentle.


    He took his eyes off her and attempted to y it cool, "Who said I don''t like you?"


    "Aldrich, you know what I mean."


    Aldrich''s heart began to race; it was a sign of tension that surprised him.


    Why was he feeling nervous?


    He put on a smile and fell silent.


    Unsure how to respond.


    Seeing his reaction, Yvonne softly said, "Aldrich, this question has bothered me for three years. I don''t know why��I''m prettier than her, I have a better figure, I understand you more, know what you like to wear or eat, all your habits. Where do I fall short? Fame, or maybe she''s richer. But I know that shouldn''t matter��otherwise you wouldn''t be Aldrich."


    Aldrich couldn''t believe it. "We know each other so well; we''ve known each other since childhood! So why would you ask me such a question? Brady, Fred, Saul��our mutual friends��I don''t think I''m any more special than them. You''ve spent way more time with them than with me."


    Yvonne''s tone became slightly heated. "No, you are special! You''ve been special since childhood. No matter what you do, you have a n, you''re organized, you don''t make mistakes. Even when we mess up, you find the right way to help us. When we panic, you stay calm; when we face challenges, you''re never at a loss. You''re not the oldest among us, yet you''re the most gentle and considerate, someone we can rely on; being with you makes us feel free and unburdened. Aldrich, you''re not a romantic man, but you''re the one I can truly rely on and trust."


    "Why do you feel the need to depend on someone? You''re doing great now! A strong woman; why lean on a man?"


    "I''m not talking about dependence in life; I mean emotionally! Answer me: no matter what happens, will you always be there to help me? To face every challenge together?"


    Aldrich replied firmly, "Of course!"


    Yvonne''s face turned serious. "That''s the emotional support and trust a woman needs, not money or material things."


    Aldrich shot back, "Do you think I wouldn''t do that even now?"


    "No, you would."


    "Then what''s the problem?"


    "The problem is, you can do that as a friend, but I want more! I don''t want just to be your friend. I want to create more stories with you."


    Aldrich looked up at the ceiling. He was always there for friends in need, but this friendship dynamic between a man and a woman felt very delicate.


    Man, woman, man, woman.


    Aldrich suddenly realized: before Yvonne asked that cutting question, he had never seen her as a strong woman.


    Indeed, years ago, beneath his youthful exterior was a nearly forty-year-old man.


    When he first met that lively little girl, he viewed her through the eyes of an older brother. The same applied to his other friends and even his two brothers.


    So whenever he was with his friends, he always yed the caregiver, showing them more understanding and tolerance than a child should receive, being caring and helpful.


    In the eyes of his friends, he''s a dependable and trustworthypanion, and that''s the foundation of it all.


    Even as his friends matured over the years, Aldrich''s mindset remained the same. It was just that now he was young, enjoying a life of freedom he didn''t have in his previous life, able to indulge and have fun, enjoying the vitality that came from youth.


    Even with Yvonne growing into a stunning woman, in his mind, she remained that little girl.


    Today, he realized: that adorable little girl had transformed into a charming young woman.


    Aldrich hadn''t changed, but Yvonne had.


    When Aldrich snapped back to reality after his deep thoughts, Yvonne was already gone, and the film on the TV wasing to an end.


    The aging lead actress sank the Heart of the Ocean into the sea, dreaming of reuniting with Jack...


    Aldrich turned off the TV, went back to his room, and switched off the lights to sleep.


    Yvonne had only expressed her feelings without making any further demands.


    Knowing Aldrich as she did, she should understand that he never liked to be pressured, not even by friends.


    If she pushed him too hard, it would only backfire.


    Of course, she had the right to express herself, but how things would develop next, neither she nor Aldrich knew.


    To be honest, Aldrich had received numerous confessions over the years.


    At The Lions'' Den, when signing autographs, he often encountered enthusiastic female fans dering their love right in front of him. Most of the time, he would just smile and say nothing; sometimes, even young girls under ten woulde up to him and say, "I love you." Aldrich, being generous, would reply, "I love you too!"


    Every week, his mailbox was flooded with letters from unknown female fans confessing their feelings. Given his personal fanbase, most of them were organized by female football fans.


    Aldrich''s response to these strangers, only known through pictures, was straightforward: he put all the letters through a shredder, photos included, no matter how beautiful the women in them were.


    But facing someone like Yvonne, who he knew so well, left Aldrich feeling stuck.


    In the days that followed, Aldrich tried to avoid Yvonne, but since they worked together, they still asionally crossed paths. He did his best to maintain a normal demeanor and quickly ended his time in her presence.


    Eventually, Yvonne couldn''t take it anymore.


    She burst into Aldrich''s office, closed the door, and red at him with a stern expression.


    "Aldrich, I don''t care what you think, but I want you to know that whenever and wherever you need me, I''ll be there for you! Sure, you have a girlfriend now, and I won''t bother you or make things awkward, but don''t go out of your way to avoid me. Let''s just keep things as they were before. And honestly, I don''t see a future for you and Mnie. From the very start, I felt she''d drift further away from your life, and one day, you won''t be able to stand more than ten months without seeing your girlfriend. Then you''ll realize that a woman like me, who''s always there, is the real deal. I wish you happiness, but allow me to secretly curse you to break up with her soon!"


    Aldrich''s eyes widened as he remarked, "You really don''te off as ady!"


    Yvonne turned and casually gave him the finger while walking away.

 Chapter 303: Rookie and Silver Fox

    <h4>Chapter 303: Rookie and Silver Fox</h4>


    Turin, Alpi Stadium


    This stadium is distinctly different from those in Ennd, as it features an athletic track that ces the stands further away from the pitch. This arrangement makes crowd control easier butcks the intense atmosphere created by Ennd''s fans.


    The much-anticipated UEFA Champions League quarterfinal second leg is set to kick off, with yers from both sides waiting in the tunnel. Aldrich stands at the sidelines, having already exchanged words with Lippi. They both agree: no matter who advances to the semifinals, may the other secure the championship!


    Naturally, this is a courteous remark; deep down, their thoughts are strikingly simr: you fall, I seize the crown!


    The stadium, with a capacity of 40,000, appears nearly full today, although a few empty seats are still visible. Turin''s poption is rtively small, and even a powerhouse like Juventus struggles to fill the stands consistently. Yet on a Champions League match day, it seems inconceivable to have empty seats.


    Aldrich surveys the crowd. Italian fans are as passionate about football as any in the world. They wave gs, disy giant banners to intimidate their opponents, and chant loud slogans and songs, all expressing their love for the team and pressuring the rivals.


    However, as Aldrich scans the stands, his brow furrows.


    Where are the away fans?


    Where are Millwall''s supporters?


    Traveling with the team to cheer them on is a crucial measure of a fan''s loyalty, at least in Ennd. If you don''t follow the team to away matches while iming loyalty, you''ll beughed at and ridiculed within the fanmunity.


    Unknown to others, Aldrich knew that before departing for Turin, at least threerge fan organizations had sent letters to the club expressing theirmitment to support Millwall at Alpi Stadium, vowing to rally behind the team and boost their morale on foreign soil.


    Yet now, at Alpi Stadium, Aldrich can hardly see anyrge banners or signs associated with Millwall. Only a few gs featuring the club''s crest serve as a distant reminder that these are indeed Millwall fans.


    Fans have no reason to fool themselves; this isn''t just a joke. Many supporters take their loyalty to the club as a point of honor.


    What has happened?


    Where have the missing Millwall fans gone?


    As the yers from both teams line up to enter the pitch, the Champions League anthem reverberates throughout Alpi Stadium.


    "The match between Juventus and Millwall in the UEFA Champions League quarterfinals second leg is about tomence. Both teams are in decent form in the league; the score from thest encounter was 2:1, with Millwall conceding ate goal that gave Juventus an away goal. This means Juventus must score today, while Millwall could find themselves on the back foot at the home of the Serie A champions. The second sh between Lippi and Hall tests both coaches'' in-game strategies, as the situation can change every minute."


    "The starting lineups for both teams are identical to the previous match. Millwall has shifted their formation from a 4-3-3 to a 4-2-3-1, while Juventus sticks with their 4-3-1-2 fromst time. The teams have shaken hands and are ready for kickoff."


    As the referee blows the whistle, the match officially begins. Millwall immediately tightens their defense, taking advantage of their lead on aggregate, which makes the counterattacking strategy understandable.


    Juventus''s start today is in stark contrast to thest match. Previously, they were away,cking favorable conditions, but today they''re well-prepared at their familiar ground, quickly finding their rhythm.


    Davis, Deschamps, and Conte, three versatile midfielders, provided firepower behind Zidane, helping him manage the pressure of orchestrating the attack. They also quickly engaged in defense, actively disrupting Millwall''s counters. Inzaghi and Del Piero showcased their excellent form today; right from the start, Zidane delivered a brilliant lob pass in front of Pirlo. Del Piero made a diagonal run, controlling the ball with his chest just before Helguera could block, unleashing a fierce shot that spiraled toward the lower right corner of Millwall''s goal. Luckily, Butt was well prepared and heroically saved the ball and saved it from the bottom line.


    Juventus takes the corner; the ball is cleared within the box, and trailing Deschamps sends a direct pass into the area. Inzaghi connects with the ball, but his shot goes over the crossbar.


    From the outset, Juventus applies tremendous pressure on Millwall.


    When faced with this kind of situation, yers know exactly what to do.


    They need to steady themselves, slowing down the opponent''s momentum and wearing down their exuberance. However, this strategy feels a bit naive against Juventus, who are fiercepetitors.


    Del Piero and Inzaghi consciously position themselves between the center-backs and full-backs, while Zidane moves between Pirlo and Mak��l��l��, creating pressure that forces Millwall to avoid frequently passing back in their defense to maintain control. They arepelled to push forward!


    Lippi has evidently studied Millwall''s ystyle meticulously. ying away with a 4-2-3-1, the nks are crucial, and in their counters, Larsson and Shevchenko aim to make significant contributions from the sides.


    Both yers are highly skilled butck the capability to consistently overpower Juventus'' defense, which has been forged through countless trials in Serie A and is exceptionally stable��no one can easily disrupt it.


    However, Larsson and Shevchenko are not the type of wingers who blindly try to run past the defense; instead, they connect y while advancing quickly, mixing their runs to exploit openings in the opponent''s defense.


    As a result, when Nedv��d finds himself surrounded by at least two opposing midfielders, Larsson and Shevchenko cannot link up in the middle. Pirlo is deliberately blocked from receiving the ball by Zidane, leaving Larsson and Shevchenko to confront exceptionally capable full-backs one-on-one, rendering their attacks ineffective.


    Millwall''s full-backs remain static at the back, understanding that they hold the lead. Even while counterattacking, their overall formation leans toward solid defense, avoiding giving the opponent any chances for counterattacks.


    Juventus had a clear advantage as they dominated the attack and created a session of great chances - just one short of a game-changing goal.


    The confidence Millwall established in the first match against Juventus is slowly dissipating, as the Lions yers begin to truly recognize the terrifying prowess of the Serie A champions.


    In addition to their star strikers shining brightly, Zidane''s presence behind the three midfielders provides immense control, allowing for smooth passing andbination ys in both offense and defense.


    Aldrich continually reminds his yers to stay aware of their defensive positioning to avoid being cut through in the middle.


    Today, he chose to start Pirlo instead of Back, opting for more organization in transition, even if it sacrifices some defensive hardness. Aldrich believes that against a team of Juventus''s caliber, if they reveal any weaknesses, they are fleeting moments. Capitalizing on these moments will test the abilities of the team''s leader, and Aldrich has immense faith in Pirlo''s ability to deliver precise, threatening passes.


    The Silver Fox Lippi looks elegant and dapper in his tailored suit today, enjoying the match like a spectator while casually smoking a cigar from his coaching seat, simr to his position during the first leg.


    In stark contrast to Aldrich��who is animatedly directing his team through bodynguage��Lippi exudes calmness, radiating confidence.


    Aldrich appears as a nervous rookie while Lippi seems cunning and assured.


    Setting aside their differing coaching styles, if given the Juventus squad, Aldrich likely wouldn''t be so engaged on the sidelines; instead, he wouldfortably sit back.


    This squad is incredibly experienced; they''re already mature and don''t need reminders or adjustments from their coach. If these Millwall yers continued with the Lions, Aldrich could likely adopt a hands-off approach within three years. These yers have faced various challenges and situations, honing their mindsets, game tactics, and adaptability��skills that reach their peak. The coach''s role then shifts to maintaining the team''s highest performance instead of expecting further improvements, especially when yers reach the age of 23, where development primarilyes from experience.


    Millwall struggles to control the match tempo today; they want to "take their time," but Juventus denies them that luxury. With strategic positioning and pressing, Juventus forces Millwall to attack, yet when Millwall pushes forward cautiously, their offense is quickly dismantled by Juventus'' experienced defense. Once Juventus sessfully defends, they initiate another wave of swift attacks, keeping the match tempo high.


    While Millwall''s offense has faltered, their defense works tirelessly. After adapting to the pace, the intensity of Juventus''s attacks begins to diminish.


    As long as they don''t concede, Aldrich believes there''s no need for changes.


    Millwall''s attack has beenckluster, and that''srgely because they''re outnumbered going forward��only four yers are pushing up. With Juventus yers in fine form, breaking through a defensive wall of at least seven is going to demand some extraordinary individual talent!


    First, they must stabilize their defense and wait patiently; time ticks away, and the situation steadily bes less favorable for Juventus.


    Aldridge felt Juventus couldn''t stay calm all the time; they sent out six or seven yers on offense while four defenders stayed behind. If it weren''t for their experience, incredible individual skills and home advantage, Juventus would have had no chance of shaking up Millwall''s defence.


    After half an hour of y, Aldrich calms down, standing at the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, watching the match unfold with confidence.


    The two teams enter a delicate bnce. Juventus''s advantage is being gradually narrowed by Millwall. Withoutmitting more yers to their attack, Millwall, now growing wiser in defense, can easily withstand the entire 90 minutes.


    The cheers resound throughout Alpi Stadium as fans light fireworks, creating a smoky atmosphere, but this doesn''t distract the yers on the pitch.


    This fierce contest remains intense butcks excitement, as neither team grants the other a prime opportunity. yers attempt to resolve matters through individual brilliance��Del Piero and Larsson both try��but end up having their attacks thwarted, inadvertently boosting the other side''s confidence.


    The first half concludes with both teams walking into the dressing rooms, exchanging a scoreless draw.

 Chapter 304: Zidane’s fatal blow

    <h4>Chapter 304: Zidane''s fatal blow</h4>


    Today, Millwall abandoned their trademark "whirlwind fast y" approach and focused on solid defense. Aldrich pondered during the preparations and ultimately decided to forgo the idea of taking the initiative.


    The reason was simple: at Wembley, Millwall had yed in their style, but the absolute opportunities created were few and far between. One of their two goals came from a surprising strike, while the other was a fortunate rebound. They hadn''t really put together a coordinated front-to-back assault to threaten the opponent''s.


    If they continued to y this way away from home, Juventus would undoubtedly benefit from it. With a better performance and a physical advantage, their sess rate in counterattacking Millwall would be higher. In the Italian league, nearly all teams favor counterattacks since chain defense is the mainstream approach; everyone defends, then swiftly transitions to attack.


    Another factor was that the two teams had faced each other once before, so they were already aware of each other''s tactical characteristics, allowing for stronger containment in this second encounter.


    Given these factors, Aldrich decided to primarily focus on solid defense and counterattacks. However, judging from the first half, Juventus'' defense was indeed imprable, and Millwall''s counterattacks posed little threat.


    At halftime, there was no need for Aldrich to boost morale; everyone knew that they had another 45 minutes to y. As long as they prevented the opponent from scoring, they would advance to the semifinals.


    This season, every step they took in the Champions League was marking a historic moment for the club, but they were not satisfied with merely reaching the quarterfinals or semifinals.


    They had the capability to challenge for the highest honors! To be crowned champions!


    As the second half resumed, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, deliberately observing Lippi''s expression, trying to decipher any clues about the opponent''s mindset from his face.


    Is the Silver Fox anxious or not?


    Aldrich felt disappointed. From the moment Lippi walked onto the field to when he sat down, his steps were steady, and his demeanor was rxed. He elegantly puffed on a cigar, exhaling clouds of smoke.


    For some reason, a chill crept into Aldrich''s heart.


    Even Ferguson, under unfavorable circumstances, would reveal signs of tension through reddened nostrils or a heavy expression, allowing Aldrich to specte about the opponent''s uing tactical changes and gain an intuitive grasp of the game''s state. Wenger was even more expressive, with visible bodynguage when anxious on the sidelines. But today, Lippi didn''t even furrow his brows, leaving Aldrich both astounded by his inscrutability and feeling a deep unease.


    It was evident that Lippi had something in his arsenal, yet Aldrich couldn''t pinpoint the true intentions behind it.


    Was there a surprise in store?


    Juventus had sent out their strongest lineup; no substitution could yield better results.


    So, it had to be a matter of tactics.


    Tactics could vary greatly, and when executed well, they could be immensely powerful; however, a poor decision could lead to self-destruction.


    If it were a desperate y, Lippi wouldn''t be so rxed andposed. A desperate tactic could easily backfire, costing them more than it was worth.


    As the second half began, Aldrich focused intently on the movements of Juventus yers and their passing patterns, key elements of the attack.


    However, there wasn''t much differencepared to the first half.


    After all, yers haverge ranges of motion, and the game moves quickly. Without a staticparison, it''s hard to notice subtle changes.


    Inzaghi received the ball at the very front of the attack. Instead of passing, he turned and shot, but the ball was blocked by Southgate. Upon recovering, Mak��l��l�� passed it to Pirlo, who quickly switched nks. Shevchenko received the ball, turned, and sent a through ball to Trezeguet, who was forced to retreat under pressure from Ferrara but managed to y it back just before reaching the end line. Nedved, under pressure from Conte, snagged the ball andid it off to Shevchenko. Shevchenko took a step before being precisely intercepted by Pesotto.


    Once he seeded in the tackle, Pesotto took a step forward. Aldrich thought he was about tounch an attack.


    However, he was mistaken; Pesotto merely created a passing window and then passed to Deschamps, who split the ball to the advancing Davis.


    Davis raced past midfield, and Larson came at him with pressure.


    Juventus still didn''t have the advantage in terms of numbers; Millwall had six at the back with four defenders and two defensive midfielders, while counting Davis, Juventus only had five with an attacking midfielder and two forwards.


    How would this attack unfold?


    Aldrich anxiously watched the movements of the front-line yers. ording to the habits established in the first half, the ball should go to Zidane, who would then create space through horizontal movement, either sending a direct pass or linking back to the supporting midfielders.


    However, when Aldrich saw Zidane''s run, he was suddenly taken aback.


    Zidane suddenly cut into the area designated for a left winger from his position as an attacking midfielder, confusing both Pirlo and Mak��l��l��. Pirlo hesitated after a few steps, fearful of abandoning his defensive position, while Mak��l��l�� dropped deeper to cover the space behind him.


    At the same time, someone had moved into Zidane''s original position, and Aldrich felt a chill run down his spine.


    How could he have overlooked something so crucial!


    He was not just a forward!


    Del Piero and Zidane executed a reverse run in the front area, Del Piero returning from the right front while Zidane advanced from the left forward. They nearly simultaneously activated their runs and reached their destinations, resulting in a split-second vulnerability for Millwall''s defenders.


    Davis''s pass arrived on cue, following the same route meant for the attacking midfielder, but now the recipient was Del Piero. The Juventus Prince continued the y without stopping, directly threading a through ball to the left for Zidane. The defensive line between Pirlo and Mak��l��l�� hesitated due to Zidane''s movement; that instant of uncertainty was seized by Juventus!


    Zidane stood on the edge of the penalty area and prepared to break through, but Schneider sensed the danger and rushed to intercept. But with one touch and one smooth movement, Zidane effortlessly turned and walked away, leaving Schneider to curse himself: What was I thinking? !


    Defending Zidane? Don''t just look at the ball; it''s just part of his game. Its purpose is to deceive you and draw you into his game.


    Zidane calmly advanced another step with the ball, forcing Helguera to defend against him. He lowered his center of gravity and moved closer, preparing to use his body to pressure Zidane.


    But as soon as he moved, Zidane gently lifted the ball with the inside of his foot, sending it toward Helguera''s blind side. Helguera raised his leg to block but barely missed the ball by inches, watching helplessly as it sailed behind him.


    Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a ck-and-white figure sprinting toward the ball��an impending threat that unnerved all defenders.


    As Helguera moved to defend against Zidane, Southgate steppedterally to cover, while Mak��l��l�� retreated to keep an eye on Piero''s forward run.


    However, Zidane''s pass was so exquisite that it was perfectly synchronized with Inzaghi''s run.


    When Inzaghi turned to collect the ball and shoot, Southgate did his best, using a tackle simr to Torricelli''s in the first round, trying to block the shot with his body.


    But it was toote!


    Inzaghi''s shot was impable, embodying one key quality: decisiveness!


    The ball rocketed from his foot into the, a split-second action that sent it curling into the top corner, leaving Butt unable to react in time as it flew past him from the upper right!


    Southgate''s desperate tackle was still unfinished when he turned to see the ball roll inside the ande to a stop...


    "Inzaghi! Inzaghi! Inzaghi! Inzaghi! Inzaghi!" Inzaghi''s goal helped Juventus lead Millwall 1-0, and the total score was 2-2, allowing Juventus to rely on the away goal. The ball has the advantage! In the 55th minute, a turning point urred. Millwall only needed to defend to eliminate its opponent, and Juventus only needed to persist for 35 minutes to advance to the semifinals! What a beautiful attack! Zidane''s positioning and footwork were excellent, and his assist to Inzaghi was wless - a subtle lob pass, and Inzaghi shot the ball into the goal with a half-turn. It''s some great teamwork among elite yers!


    After scoring, Inzaghi dashed toward the sidelines to celebrate, with all his Juventus teammates rushing over.


    Meanwhile, the Millwall yers were left in shock, as if struck by a bolt from the blue.


    They weren''t unfamiliar with this kind of goal, as it was precisely the type of y they would normally execute!


    By running in the opposite direction, the forwards and attacking midfielders cause short-term chaos to the opponent''s defense and holding midfielders. Opportunities arise in these moments, and strong yers know how to exploit them and deliver the killing blow.


    Millwall could deliver such ys too; they relied on simr dazzling setups to breach their opponents'' defenses. Yet, they had hardly ever encountered this kind of attacking routine from an opponent. Even during practice, the capabilities of substitute yers didn''t match those of Juventus yers. So when Juventus struck within a brief ten seconds��from Davis'' initiated attack to the goal��Millwall''s defense simply couldn''t keep pace with their counteract adjustments!


    Aldridge stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, watching Juventus score. It''s hard to argue that this goal was a fluke. This is definitely a well-designed tactical game. However, such attacks cannot be executed perfectly every time. They need a precise moment for the chemistry between the offensive yers to peak to produce an explosive finish. Like Millwall''s first goal of the first leg, a ssic misdirection tactic was used. They seeded once, but this tactic doesn''t work every time.


    Before the Juventus substitutes, yers and coaches were bubbling with excitement, while Lippi maintained muchposure, just smiling, puffing away on his cigar.


    Aldrich pulled his hands from his pockets, bending down to p and cheer on the yers, urging them to get back into the fight.


    This wasn''t the end of the world!


    After conceding the goal, when several yers appeared stunned and disheartened, Nedved quickly dashed into the to retrieve the ball, then turned to face the frontline and ran back. Without saying a word, his actions uplifted the whole team, and Southgate also got back up to rally his teammates.


    There was half an hour left in the match; as long as Millwall scored, they could regain the upper hand.


    Aldrich felt a sense of relief now.


    At 2-1, as long as they didn''t concede another goal, their advancement was secure.


    At 2-2, Millwall needed to score; if they couldn''t, they would be eliminated. Even if they yed more freely and conceded again, Millwall''s path to advancement remained unchanged��they had to score!


    If Juventus managed another goal, all Millwall needed was one back to take the game into extra time; thoughcking the home advantage, at least they wouldn''t be eliminated within regr time!


    Thinking this way, the anxiety over conceding wasn''t as daunting anymore!


    If Millwall''s journey on their first stage in the UEFA Champions League is destined to end in the quarterfinals, then let the final 35 minutes be treated as a decisive battle! This is their opportunity to showcase their strength and determination on this grand stage. Regardless of the oue, this final effort will be etched in the history of the club.

 Chapter 305: The Final Push

    <h4>Chapter 305: The Final Push</h4>


    The atmosphere at Alpi Stadium was electric, with Juventus fans'' cheers reaching the sky. It felt as though Millwall''s eleven yers had walked into the tiger''s den, destined to be a meal for Juventus, the fierce beast.


    As the match resumed, Aldrich adjusted his tactics. The team shifted from a 4-2-3-1 defensive counterattack to a 4-3-3 pressing attack. The most noticeable change was that both full-backs were more involved in attack, while the two defensive midfielders pushed forward, broadening their pressing range.


    At the same time, Aldrich had all the substitutes, except the goalkeeper, warm up.


    Juventus seemingly anticipated the scenario following their goal and adjusted their y ordingly, bing more fluid and adaptable.


    Millwall intended to attack?


    Then we will defend!


    Juventus'' defensive formation dropped deep and Millwall had little space tounch a counterattack. What this effectively means is that if Millwall make a mistake when regaining possession, their backline will bepletely exposed. The situation worked in favor of Juventus'' attackers, who did not need to send more yers forward. Of the three forwards, it was Zidane who orchestrated the y in midfield, while Inzaghi and Piero found themselves with plenty of space, allowing them to maximize their individual skills.


    If Millwall didn''t press hard and retreated quickly to defend, Juventus would be even happier to take their time, gradually advancing without rush, re-organizing their offense if needed, patiently wearing down their opponent.


    From the 55th to the 60th minute, Aldrich quickly grasped Juventus'' calctions, and it wasn''t hard to imagine he would do the same if he were in their position. Before Juventus scored, Millwall''s gamey wasn''t much different from theirs.


    One mustn''t follow the opponent''s rhythm; the first step is to disrupt it. Even if Millwall couldn''t control the game, they couldn''t let Juventus methodically chip away at their morale.


    Start pressing right from the forwards!


    This was a risky approach, but there was no choice; it had to be done.


    After Millwall switched to a 4-3-3 formation, their attacking y still struggled, which only allowed Juventus to thrive, making their counterattacks feel unstoppable.


    When Del Piero took possession, he brazenly burst through defenders. At that moment, he was one of the deadliest forwards in the game!


    He dribbled into the penalty area, evading the covering defender Capdev, and as he faced Southgate, he twisted left and right, preparing to shoot. Fortunately, Mak��l��l�� charged in from behind, intercepted the ball, and passed it back to the goalkeeper. Butt then cleared it to Schneider on the other nk.


    The German stormed forward.


    In the midst of the tight defense, if Millwall wanted to break the deadlock, they had to pass without exposing defensive yers. Some yers needed to distract and disrupt the opponent''s defense.


    Zidane was world-ss in attack, but his defensive capabilities werecking; after all, yers had their characteristics, and one couldn''t expect too much. God is fair in that regard��one yer couldn''t be abination of Nesta and Maradona.


    Thus, he barely moved towards the nk.As Schneider picked up speed, he left Zidane behind, surging forward with the ball. The moment he advanced to support the attack, he suddenly found himself in a tricky situation.


    Juventus''s defense was solid; the four defenders and three midfielders formed a barrier, tightly linking their two lines into a formidable chain. Schneider''s push down the nk was meant to draw the nearest midfielders to him, but they didn''t bite. Instead, theypressed their space, maintaining distance from teammates. As Schneider reached the baseline with little choice but to cross, Pesotto was ready to intercept; at that moment, a cross would just require a header, which would pose no real test for Juventus'' defenders.


    Millwall''s attacking yers struggled to unsettle Juventus''s chain defense, as there was hardly any space to break through theiryered lines.


    When they tried to usebination y through quick passing and movement, as soon as any yer made a pass, Juventus defenders would copse on the receiving yer, causing Millwall''s attempts to falter.


    Instead, Juventus''s counterattacks grew increasingly threatening. Zidane drifted past a panicking Pirlo and executed a dazzling roulette to evade Mak��l��l��. As he advanced, he passed the ball in behind to the onside Inzaghi. Seeing Inzaghi breaking through one-on-one, Butt rushed out just in time tounch a desperate clearance. Otherwise, Juventus could have extended their lead.


    Millwall''s pressing required the goalkeeper to be involved in both offense and defense, serving also as a sweeper. When the opponent threatened to breach their defense, the keeper had to anticipate and expand the defensive area.


    Butt had done well in that moment, but Aldrich couldn''t find the time tomend him.


    With 75 minutes gone, there were less than 15 minutes left.


    He called Back over and began outlining their tasks for when he entered the game.


    "When youe on, you and Nedved will y as two attacking midfielders in a 4-2-2-2 formation. Keep your focus and read the game closely. Pay attention to the forwards'' movements, and watch Nedved''s position; when he moves forward, you need to create threats on goal by making runs. Understood?"


    Back nodded expressionlessly.


    Aldrich substituted Shevchenko for Back, allowing Larsson and Trezeguet to y as twin forwards, shifting their setup to a 4-2-2-2 for a stronger push through the middle.


    Although the wing y generally focused on the full-backs marking the opposite full-backs, with Juventus'' full-backs holding their positions, Millwall could deliver early crosses before facing off against their full-backs.


    Positioning in the 4-2-2-2 was essential, but how they moved was key.


    Especially with Back and Nedved reversing and interchanging positions with the two forwards, their synergy was critical for Millwall to find the back of the.


    In the five minutes following this substitution, Millwall''s full-backs frequently pushed forward, serving crosses that threatened the opponent''s goal.


    The tactical objective was clear: draw them out of their shell.


    After all, having strong aerial yers in the center��Larsson, Trezeguet, Nedved, and Back��would give Millwall a significant headed threat in front of goal.


    However, Juventus'' defense remained unshaken, even tightening their lines more, allowing their full-backs to retreat while giving Millwall room on the nks.


    If Millwall thinks they can break through Serie A''s top defense with crosses, they underestimate their opponents.


    Lippi rxed in his chair, enjoying his cigar, with a calmness that belied any worries about the match.


    Millwall''s attacks were mostly bluster with little real danger, so he felt no urgency at all. In fact, the look in his eyes, shrouded in mystery, conveyed a quiet but solid sense of confidence.


    In the 82nd minute, Millwallunched another attack toward Juventus''s goal. However, Larsson, holding up y, was fiercely tackled by Montero, promptly leading to a swift counterattack from Juventus!


    Deschamps and Contebined to shake off Nedved''s pressure, then Zidane and Conte executed a one-two to evade Pirlo. Zidane moved forward, passing to Davies in front of Mak��l��l��. At this moment, Millwall''s defensive line had only four yers left, while Capdev raced back to cover.


    Zidane ran to the left, while Inzaghi stayed in the frontcourt. Del Piero moved to arger gap on the right, taking away Millwall''s defense. Davis charged forward with the ball, and Makelele kept dropping back to help defend, while also paying close attention to the sprinting Conte. Juventus has the advantage in 5 on 4!


    "Juventus counterattacks! This is an excellent opportunity as they unleash their attack just as Millwall fails to regain their shape. This could be a pivotal moment!"


    Mak��l��l�� didn''t press forward; instead, he retreated to guard the critical spaces ording to the opponent''s attacking intentions, forcing Davies to pass the ball. If Millwall couldpress their defenders in the box, even with just four yers, Juventus might not be able to produce a better attack; they needed to strike fast!


    He saw where Del Piero was and delivered a short pass, but suddenly, Southgate burst out, precisely intercepting the ball.


    Del Piero threw his hands up in frustration, eximing in vain.


    "Too slow with the pass!"


    That theft by Southgate was crucial. During his return, he had deceptively backed off, confusing Davies about when to deliver. The timing could not have been better; in slow motion, it was evident that Southgate anticipated the delivery and moved forward to the line of pass.


    "This attack has faltered, and it''s a pity��Juventus missed a chance to widen the score. For the first time in the match, Lippi stood up, clearly displeased with that counter, understanding that had they executed it, it could have crushed Millwall''s will!"


    With six or seven minutes left to y, including stoppage time, they probably wouldn''t exceed ten minutes because the second half had flowed smoothly without many fouls or dys.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, hands on his hips, as the attack appeared stagnant. Millwall''s offense seemed fierce yet held little real threat.


    A dead end��this was an abyss unlike anything he had faced before!


    The weight of despair bore down on him, twisting in his gut, leaving him reeling in hopelessness and confusion.


    What choice did he have now? To give in?


    Juventus was infuriatingly slick, and their experienced tactics felt like a relentless storm.


    This time, there was a seamless switch between offense and defense, but the counterattack failed. Lippi''s anger ispletely justified. Juventus crafted this strategy carefully, leading Millwall into a frantic attack, advancing their formation, and then bursting out on the counterattack. Unfortunately, it didn''t work out. This chance is a hundred times better than their actual chance of scoring!


    Aldrich wondered if he should emte Guardi and approach Lippi now to congratte him.


    That fleeting, confused thought vanished from his mind in an instant. He shook his head, urging himself: To hell with that! He wouldn''t congratte the opponent; this wasn''t the time to be hypocritical!


    Once the match ended, he could disy sportsmanship. Aldrich had no issue with that, but the game was still ongoing, and facing unprecedented challenges, he refused to bow yet!


    If destiny was to smile upon Millwall with a miracle, then Aldrich would actively pursue the urrence of that miracle!


    Millwall wasn''t finished yet!


    Taking advantage of a dead ball, Aldrich called Schneider over, almost dragging him by his jersey to pull him close.


    Schneider was startled, thinking he had angered the coach with his performance.


    "Bernd, from the next moment onward, no crosses. Cut inside with the ball, work with your teammates, and pass the same message on to Capdev!"


    Upon hearing this, Schneider nodded, quickly running to ry the request to Helguera, whomunicated it to Southgate, leading to Capdev being informed.


    With less than five minutes left in the match, Aldrich loosened his tie, revealing a fierce determination.


    Juventus, let''s see whose resolve is stronger!


    With Millwall''s adjustments, their attack now involved seven yers pressing forward, while in defense, they fielded two centre-backs and one defensive midfielder against Juventus''s two forwards and a central attacking midfielder. In one-on-one matchups, Juventus would naturally hold an advantage. While Mak��l��l�� was a master at defending, he would struggle against Zidane; Helguera and Southgate would find it tough against Del Piero and Inzaghi. With so much space at the back, the likelihood of Millwall''s defense being breached increased significantly.


    Lippi noticed Millwall''s full-backs pushing to the halfway line during their defense and their offensive yers having to fall back, assuming that Millwall was getting desperate enough to go for broke while still maintaining a threat on counterattacks.


    The game has entered its final moments.

 Chapter 306: hero

    <h4>Chapter 306: hero</h4>


    When Aldridge was preparing for the second leg of the Champions League round of 16, he also considered how to respond if Juventus scored.


    The first step would be to switch from a 4-2-3-1 formation to a more aggressive 4-3-3. If that didn''t yield immediate results, he would then modify the formation to a 4-2-2-2 to strengthen the attacking y down the middle, with the nks tasked with supplying the firepower.


    Aldrich''s pre-nned strategies fell t; Juventus showed no fear of Millwall''s crosses. Bypressing the central space, Millwall''s five-yer offensive formation in the midfield was trapped underyers of defense in that narrow area.


    At this time, surprising tactics are needed - rather than random substitutions to change the situation of the game. The most skilled of Millwall''s substitutes is Ronaldinho, but Aldridge doesn''t think ying him would be more effective than what''s avable on the field, especially because of the team''s chemistry at this point. Reaction is crucial.


    Ronaldinho had not yet forged that kind of unspoken understanding with the starting lineup.


    There was only one minute of injury time left, and the Juventus fans in the Alpi Stadium stands were nervous. As the final moment approaches, Millwall''s army pushes forward with all its strength, and the Lions have begun to go crazy!


    Juventus'' substitutes stood nervously on the sidelines. It seemed Lippi intended to use a substitution to waste some time. If they managed to execute this switch, Juventus would regain their rhythm, dramatically shifting the match dynamics. Millwall''s relentless assault could result in an effective standoff where Juventus'' stout defense would tighten up, and then the game would effectively be over.


    "The match is about to enter injury time. Millwall continues their tireless offensive efforts. Schneider advances along the nk, but it seems Juventus is unconcerned about this German youngster''s threat on the wing. A cross? Challenging the defensive line of the Serie A champions won''t be a test for them."


    Schneider brought the ball to approximately thirty-five yards from the baseline, facing off against Pesotto, who hadfortably contained him today. Unless Schneider avoided a one-on-one with Pesotto and crossed instead, his chances of sessfully pushing through were slim.


    Pesotto lowered his center of gravity and moved in to defend, showing no fear of Schneider trying to get past him. Even if Schneider seeded, so what? The closer he gets to the baseline, the fewer options he has. With the understanding and connection he has with his teammates, switching positions to cover can easily neutralize the opposing attack.


    Yet Schneider made an unexpected move: he clipped the ball inward, cutting inside!


    In the center, Deschamps and Conte noticed the situation and reflexively rushed forward to block. Schneider made a quick stop, changed direction, and sessfully got past Conte. However, his running space had be extremely tight. A through ball he attempted was intercepted by Deschamps, and the ball deflected forward into the center. Zidane, ready to receive, was positioned with his back to the y. It looked like Millwall''s attack had once again fizzled out, and the Juventus fans let out a huge sigh of relief.


    Lippi, observing from the sidelines, felt a rush of apprehension.


    He secretly hoped Zidane would kick the ball out of y, allowing Juventus to make their substitution. He moved to give instructions to the substitutes.


    The signs of Millwall''s full-back cutting inside filled Lippi with unease.


    In conventional tactics, this was undoubtedly a grave mistake!


    Certain teams could only utilize wingers, as allowing wingers to cut inside or burst into the box could be quite risky. While attacking might prove effective, failure to secure the attack would leave the space behind the winger wide open for a counterattack.


    The danger of wingers cutting inside puts pressure on their own defenses, causing many teams to avoid using them tactically, let alone attacking full-backs. Full-backs charging up and down the nk to support the attack also carries great risks. If they cut inside and lose possession, the defense on that side bespletely vulnerable!


    On the flip side, if a full-back''s cut inside is sessful, it would tear apart Juventus''s defensive line, where Millwall would have a numerical advantage in attack over Juventus''s defenses. This would mean Juventus''s full-backs would be left to fend for themselves out wide.


    Executing such an attack requires high-level precision with ball control, coordinated movement, timing, and quick, urate passing.


    Schneider suddenly cut inside to get past Conte, but he failed to deliver a meaningful pass in the end. Still, that was enough to catch Lippi''s attention!


    Zidane turned and prepared to receive the ball. His keen awareness allowed him to discover therge space behind him, which was Schneider''s defense zone. If Juventus canunch a counterattack now, it will definitely evolve into a fierce attack to end the game!


    However, before Zidane could even touch the ball, the elusive Mak��l��l�� darted in from behind and snatched it away. Zidane quickly attempted to recover the ball, but Mak��l��l�� yed it forward immediately to the left nk.


    Capdev surged forward, opting for an inside route. Juventus'' midfield had just faltered against Schneider; in less than five seconds, Millwall stole the ball back andunched another attack, now more threatening than before!


    Capdev drew Davis''s defense but didn''t choose to take him on. He passed the ball to Larsson, who wasing back to support. Capdev then charged forward like a winger into the opponent''s nk.


    Schneider mirrored this behavior on the other side; both full-backs pierced into the center, while Trezeguet also turned to make a run, prompting panic among Juventus''s defenders.


    Deschamps rushed to pressure Larsson. Larsson kept the ball at his feet. As Deschamps moved, Larssonid the ball off to Nedved, who charged forward aggressively, on the verge of breaking through Juventus''s final defense. In a sh, Ferrara lunged in to intercept Nedved, even deciding to take him down outside the box!


    But then, Nedved pulled off a surprising move��he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and nudged the ball sideways. Back, quick as a sh, darted past Conte and broke through the entire Juventus defense, making a beeline for the goal!


    Everyone in the Alpi Stadium was on edge, their nerves frayed as they strained to see what would happen next!


    Trezeguet pulled to the side, his face contorted as he shouted for Back to pass the ball!


    Nedved slipped around to the far post, ready to pounce, while Larsson, positioned just behind Trezeguet on the right, was also poised to receive a return pass from Back for a shot on goal.


    Juventus''s four defenders squeezed into the center, the three midfielders and three attackers all charging toward the goal!


    It was a moment of life and death!


    Back lifted his leg, deciding to take the shot himself.


    He wanted to be the hero!


    At that moment, he remained calm and did not choose to shoot hard for fear that the ball would fly out of the door frame. Instead, he chose a precise shot from the far corner!


    Aldrich couldn''t dare to blink; he didn''t know it, but his clenched fists trembled, his nails digging into his palms.


    A gasp echoed throughout the stadium!


    Back''s shot was blocked! Although Peruzzi may have been a little heavier, hended quickly and made a one-handed sideways save to knock the ball out!


    As the Juventus supporters breathed a sigh of relief, the ballnded just inside the edge of the box, and suddenly a figure swooped in, striking it on the volley!


    The ball shot toward the bottom right corner of the like a shooting star, still going to the side where Peruzzi had justnded, slipping right past Deschamps and through the legs of Montero before spinning endlessly in the, gradually slowing to a stop.


    "Pirlo! Pirlo! Pirlo has saved Millwall! He''s snatched victory from Juventus! Ast-minute goal! Ast-minute goal! Ast-minute goal! Millwall hase back from the dead; there''s only one ticket to heaven. Just as Juventus was about to open the gates of paradise, Pirlo kicked them straight down to hell! He''s leading Millwall in the countdown right now; once the final whistle blows, they''ll joyfully fling open the gates, bathing in light and glory!"


    Throughout the entire match, for 90 minutes, Pirlo posed zero threat to Juventus''s goal, and in this moment, maybe he should thank his slower speed. He didn''t charge forward as quickly as his teammates, and he was slower than the Juventus defenders, allowing them to rush past him in defense. It was only when Peruzzi deflected Back''s shot that he finally found himself at the edge of the box.


    Because he didn''t rush ahead, he found himself perfectly positioned to catch the ball''s drop point. With a calm mindset and excellent technique, he slotted the ball into Juventus''s.


    After scoring, Pirlo raced like a wildcat, roaring as he sprinted toward the Millwall bench, with all his teammates hot on his heels.


    The substitutes erupted in celebration, with coaches and yers pouring onto the pitch. When Aldrich saw the goal and the referee point to the center circle confirming its validity, he lost control, an expression of twisted joy spreading across his face as he dashed onto the field to find Pirlo. He took a few steps forward, then leaped into the air, wildly pumping his fists, his body trembling with excitement��pure adrenaline surging through him.


    When Pirlo and Aldrich reunited, they embraced each other''s faces with their hands, both letting out primal roars as they released their pent-up passion.


    The yers flooding in from all sides surrounded them, hugging tighter and tighter until they formed arge circle.


    The Alpi Stadium fell into an eerie silence, with fans in the stands burying their heads in their hands, struggling to ept the cruelst-minute defeat.


    Juventus''s yers were even less able to ept it, with Peruzzi pounding the ground, roaring in frustration.


    Lippi stood on the sidelines with a nk expression, canceling his nned substitution, which was intended to bring on a defensive yer, pulling one of the star strikers from the front line.


    Now, Juventus desperately needed a goal. Even if they did manage to score, they would have to go into extra time, meaning he couldn''t rece any attacking yers.


    Once Millwall''s celebration subsided, Aldrich quickly pulled on substitute jerseys for Materazzi and Gattuso, immediately assigning tasks for them upon entering the game. He pointed at them, signaling to the sideline for Jensen, who immediately understood: it was time to substitute!


    Before retreating to the sidelines, Aldrich kept reminding each yer about positional changes on the field. There was just one minute left in stoppage time, maybe even another minute added, but Millwall had to shift their formation.


    ying a 4-2-2-2 wasn''t going to cut it.


    As Juventus set up their formation for the kickoff, Millwall made their final two substitutions.


    Materazzi came on for Trezeguet.


    Gattuso reced Pirlo.


    After Materazzi entered the game, he took on the role of a bulldozer, while Millwall''s defense withdrew, tightening up the backline.


    The defensive barrier consisted of Gattuso, Makelele, Back, and Nedved.


    Only Larsson remained in the center, bearing the responsibility of being the main striker.

 Chapter 307: Moment of Glory

    <h4>Chapter 307: Moment of Glory</h4>


    As Juventus restarted the game, only 40 seconds of stoppage time remained. However, the referee was sure to add a bit more time at his discretion. Aldrich wasn''t particrly concerned about this, as long as it wasn''t excessively over two minutes, he could ept it.


    At that moment, the situation on the field hadpletely reversed, especially in terms of mentality. Millwall''s spirits soared after they scored, while Juventus'' conceded goal in stoppage time hit them like a thunderp.


    Most importantly, Millwall was no longer afraid of conceding. Even if they did, it would just mean going into extra time. On the other hand, if Juventus couldn''t score in the dwindling moments, they were surely heading out.


    Juventus'' formation looked more like a rugby team''s formation when they kicked off again. Except for the goalkeeper, all other yers lined up on the midfield line, preparing to sprint. When Inzaghi kicked the ball to Del Piero, all the Juventus yers rushed towards the opponent''s goal.


    Millwall set up apact defensive stance with a sweeper, four defenders, four defensive midfielders, and a lone striker, effectively protecting their.


    Zidane controlled the ball at the midfield line and waited with bated breath. At the moment when all Juventus yers poured into the penalty area, he kicked out like a thunder, and the ball flew into the penalty area like a cannonball! The ball dropped beautifully near the penalty spot, with Juventus yers scrambling for it. But wait��Bart is lightning fast! He jumped up, leaping high, and the ball was hit out of the dangerous area and flew to the right, leaving the Juventus yer behind!


    Back rushed in to gather the loose ball, controlling it before ying a ground through ball just as Juventus'' attacking yers bore down on him like wolves.


    Larson received the ball from the wing and charged forward, almost causing a 1-on-1 situation. But the Juventus defender immediately began to drop back to defend. As yers from both sides got closer and felt the pressure, Larson cleverly chose to use moderate force to kick the ball toward the sideline near the baseline.


    The ball rolled out slowly, eating up precious seconds, and despite Peruzzi''s desperate chase, he couldn''t catch up. By the time he got to the sideline to take the throw-in, he had to wait for his Juventus teammates to return and support.


    Pesotto received the throw-in and turned to deliver a long ball forward, but it was intercepted by Nedv��d, who cleared it. Larsson regained control but decided against rushing forward, opting instead to send a long shot toward the goal. As Peruzzi took his throw-in, Juventus'' was unguarded.


    However, the distance was too far; Larsson''s long-range lob missed the target badly.


    As Peruzzi ran back to his goal to take a goal kick, the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the match.


    "What a spectacle we witnessed at the Alpi Stadium in the second leg of the Champions League quarterfinal! Millwall, the underdogs from Ennd, managed to pull off a stunning 1-1 away draw against Juventus with an injury-time killer goal, securing a spot in the semis with a 3-2 aggregate! This is Millwall''s debut in the Champions League, and young gaffer Aldrich Hall has just written his name in the history books. Not only will this go down in the annals of English football, but it''s andmark moment for thepetition as well��a mere 21-year-old coach leading his team to thest four! What''s even more impressive? They did it by taking down Juventus, the champions and runners-up from thest two years! Today''s hero, Italian maestro Pirlo, made the difference with his goal. Yet, we must not overlook the vital contributions from Makelele and Southgate, whose crucial tackles during Millwall''s aggressive push were game-changers. Without those vital ys, Juventus could very well have fended them off. Regardless, Millwall is electrifying and sure to be a team to watch in the semifinals; we can''t wait to see what they''ll do next!"


    As the final whistle blew, all Millwall yers let out a sigh of relief before celebrating their hard-fought victory.


    Southgate knelt on the ground, raising his arms in triumphant celebration, while Schneider, utterly exhausted,y t on the grass with his eyes closed, revealing a smile that could captivate any woman. Larsson crouched on the field, suddenly heaving a few mouthfuls of bile. After being substituted, Pirlo, who had been standing at the sidelines, finally took a seat, leaning back on his hands, breathing heavily but wearing a broad smile, clearly delighted with the match''s oue.


    Aldrich, trying to suppress his overwhelming excitement, walked over to shake hands with Lippi. Lippi encouraged him with a few words in his ear before giving him a pat on the shoulder and leaving first. Aldrich graciously epted his congrattions and walked back onto the field, with cameras closely following him, capturing his every move.


    After a long time without a passionate celebration, Aldrich delivered a ssic moment for the press today, one born of genuine emotion, impossible to be guided by reason.


    Aldrich approached Larsson, who was being examined by the team doctor. With a smile, Aldrich inquired, "How are you feeling? Do you need an extended break?"


    Larsson was simply fatigued; Millwall''s tactics required forward yers to frequently track back, and he had diligently fulfilled his role, amassing the second-highest running distance on the team, just behind Nedved.


    "Ha! There''s no way I''m missing the semifinals and finals," he replied confidently.


    With a weary tone, Larsson replied, and just then, Nedved came over to help him up. The two shared an embrace, celebrating their advancement to the semifinals��another step closer to conquering Europe!


    Pirlo was also pulled up by Materazzi, while Gattuso held two bottles of water, opening the caps and pouring water over Pirlo''s head from behind.


    Aldrich approached Schneider, bent down to pat him on the chest, and asked, "How are you feeling?"


    Schneider groaned and sat up, "I feel pain all over my body. So, boss, who will we face in the semifinals?"


    Aldrich shrugged casually and grinned, "Who knows? It doesn''t really matter."


    Schneider smiled heartily and nodded: "That''s right! Who cares? No one can stop us from reaching the finals!"


    "Wrong, wrong! No one can stop us from taking the trophy home!"


    Once all the yers had recovered from the intense fatigue of the match, they gathered at the sidelines to thank the fans.


    At this moment, Aldrich noticed that there were only about a thousand scattered Millwall fans in the stands, while the seats he noticed being empty before the match were all upied by away fans.


    It was strange; the official sale of away tickets had exceeded two thousand five hundred, plus some scattered fans who must have bought tickets on the ck market, suggesting there should have been at least three thousand five hundred visiting fans in attendance today.


    Aldrich set aside his questions and joined the yers in thanking the away fans with linked arms.


    These Millwall fans were ecstatic, some crying tears of joy, others pping non-stop, while others cheered enthusiastically.


    They had witnessed a great match that, whilecking in viewing pleasure, was enough to stir the soul. Millwall, despite trailing in score, relentlessly pushed forward, and their persistence was rewarded.


    The Lions of Millwall had reached the semi-finals; if they could defeat two more opponents over three matches, they would reign over Europe!


    Once everything concluded, with the yers heading to the dressing room to gather their belongings, Aldrich prepared to attend the post-match press conference.


    The English journalists were feeling proud, as Millwall had not let them down, carrying the g for Ennd in defeating their opponents in the highly regarded Italian league champion''s home ground��a difficult yet monumental victory.


    Italian journalists, on the other hand, felt quite gloomy. With Parma eliminated in the group stage and Juventus falling short of the semi-finals, Italy''s Champions League ambitions had concluded for the year.


    After six consecutive years of Italian teams reaching the Champions League final, their streak was ended by Millwall. To put it into perspective, in the past nine years, Italian teams had only missed the final once, and counting this year, they had made it to the finals eight times over ten years��a remarkable feat demonstrating the dominance of Serie A teams in Europeanpetitions.


    There were no sharp exchanges in the postgame interview. Aldridge remained calm. Even after eliminating Lippi''s team, he did not show contempt for his opponents. Instead, he praised Juventus and Lippi, admitting that his team relied on Will and luck. He admitted that the yers'' belief in victory ultimately determined the oue of the game, while expressing deep respect for Lippi, emphasizing that he still has a long way to go before reaching Lippi''s level.


    His humble attitude won over the Italian media, which was widely acknowledged.


    As for the match itself, anyone who watched would not believe that Millwall won through sheer dominance, or that they had any significant advantage. Thest-minute goal indeed came with an element of luck, while Juventus squandered two golden opportunities that could have turned the tide.


    When it came to summarizing the game, Aldrich maintained his demeanor and answered each question, but when asked about the semi-finals, he smiled.


    "When you advance past a team like Juventus, your confidence receives a huge boost, and you can see the shadow of the trophy. We''ll find out our semi-final opponent tomorrow��Monaco or Manchester United? I''m not particrly concerned; no matter who it is, we will give it our all to reach the finals. My team is young, but because of that youth, we need to prove ourselves with trophies! I believe Millwall has reached the top level in Europe, but this level is not in an absolute sense; I think there is a gap between us and Juventus, but it''s notrge. There is a simr situation between us and the other teams in the semi-finals. It will be a battle of the strong, but no one will have an easy victory. Without putting in more effort than usual, you cannot ovee your opponents!"


    "Will Millwall now focus on the Champions League, given that the team is only in third in the Premier League? Are you giving up on defending your title?"


    This was a question from a journalist from Fleet Street.


    In this setting of the UEFA-arranged press conference, journalists from other countries weren''t too concerned about news pertaining to the Premier League.


    Nevertheless, Aldrich answered the question.


    "The yers'' energy is limited, and I can''t hypocritically say they should evenly distribute their effort and stamina to maintain the same level in both league and Champions League��that''s impossible. We are fullymitted to the Champions League, and perhaps we can perform at 90%, but if we try to average it out, it might only be 70%. The league isn''t over yet; we are facing challenges with a congested schedule, but the club will maximize its resources in difficult situations, responding appropriately to the uing fixtures. I firmly believe there is still hope for retaining our league title, but Millwall does not hold the initiative."


    His answer was a sincere one; with Millwall trailing in points and sitting in third ce, they certainlycked the initiative.


    After the press conference ended, Aldrich boarded the bus with the yers, preparing to leave Turin for the airport.


    Just as he sat down on the bus and took out his phone, he realized there were many missed calls and messages. After quickly reading the messages, he immediately told the driver to stop. He got off the bus and took a taxi to the police station in Turin.


    It was quite odd; Brady, Fred, and Sol, along with a group of Lions fans, had been taken into custody at the police station...

 Chapter 308: Is Aldridge also a football hooligan??

    <h4>Chapter 308: Is Aldridge also a football hooligan??</h4>


    As the vibrant night draped over Turin, the city showcased a blend of modernity and tradition, renowned as one of Europe''s famous automotive hubs.


    Aldrich sat in the taxi on the way to the police station, watching the night pass by outside the window. He didn''t think Brady''s text asking for help was too serious. He thought it was just a misunderstanding.


    But once he stepped out of the car and walked into the police station, he realized things were far from what he had imagined.


    The police in Turin questioned his identity, to which Aldrich replied that he was the owner and head coach of Millwall.


    The curious Italian officer in his forties asked him to produce identification. Aldrich pulled out his wallet, retrieved his ID, and followed another officer toward the temporary detention area for Brady and the others.


    As they walked, Aldrich couldn''t help but ask the escorting officer about the situation.


    "Whatw did they break in Turin?"


    "They are football hooligans."


    "Ah? So they caused trouble?"


    "Not initially, but when we attempted to deport them, they protested collectively and refused to cooperate, which is why they are temporarily detained. They will be released after both Juventus and Millwall fans have returned home following the match."


    Aldrich''s expression soured at this. "You''re detaining them even though they did nothing?"


    "Yes, because they are football hooligans."


    "They didn''t do anything! How do you know they''re hooligans?"


    "That''s our job as police; it has nothing to do with you. "


    As Aldrich was led into the corridor, he caught a glimpse through the window of the overcrowded detention room. Brady, Fred, and Sol were leaning against the wall, all d in Millwall jerseys and scarves, while some held up rolled-up gs.


    Judging from the timestamps, Brady''s text messages and phone calls were sent nearly thirty minutes before the game. Aldridge was already in game mode, and he wouldn''t let any phone calls distract him; his phone was on silent, not vibrating.


    Subsequently, all their mobile phones were confiscated.


    If the police deemed them hooligans, such measures could prevent any disruptions. As for whether they had the authority to do so, that seemed to depend; in this so-called free world, there was no absolute equality or freedom.


    The officer opened the door and warned those inside not to make any sudden movements.


    But when Brady and the others saw Aldrich, they immediately rushed toward him.


    "Did we make it through?"


    A group of anxious faces surrounded Aldrich, questions written all over their expressions.


    Aldrich smiled and nodded, saying, "1-1, we''ve eliminated Juventus with a total score of 3-2."


    "Yay!"


    A thunderous cheer erupted, and Brady hugged Aldrich tightly, nting a kiss on his cheek. Others quickly followed suit, vying for their turn to kiss Aldrich.


    Startled, Aldrich began to back away just as a police officer dashed down the corridor and pointed at Aldrich, saying to the escorting officer, "He''s a hooligan too; lock him up!"


    Aldrich understood Italian and, before he could respond, was shoved by the officer, stumbling into the detention room as the door mmed shut. He incredulously pounded on the door, shouting, "Hey, are you kidding me? I''m not a hooligan! I''m the head coach of Millwall! Don''t you know who I am? Check the sports newspapers or the televised match; I was definitely on screen!"


    A small opening in the door revealed the indifferent officer. "We don''t watch Juventus matches; we are Torino fans, all of us. Keep it down, you''ll be released in a couple of hours. Just don''t cause any trouble."


    Aldrich''s face was flush with anger. No matter what he said, no one was responding.


    "Stop shouting; they won''t listen to you," Brady said with a grin from the back. "What were you talking about?"


    "I told them I''m the team''s head coach, but they''re Torino fans and don''t care about Juventus news."


    "Haha, quite stubborn. I can respect such fans."


    Aldrich shot him a look. "You think Torino fans are like Millwall fans? Loyal even when the team is anonymous?"


    Brady and the others exchanged curious nces. "Aren''t they?"


    "Not at all! When Torino was dominating Italy, Juventus was nothing. Back then, 9 out of their starting 11 were in the Italian national team. Unfortunately, a tragic ne crash severely crippled Torino, leaving Juventus to rise in this city. Historically speaking, Torino''s legacy is far richerpared to Millwall. Too bad they''re not Manchester United; if they had bounced back after that disaster... well, who knows which of the northern powerhouses would reign supreme?"


    Brady and the others listened to Aldrich''s tale, treating it as just another story.


    Leaning against the wall, Aldrich felt unfortunate.


    "Why did you get locked up too?" Fred asked curiously.


    Aldrich sighed quietly, "They said I''m a hooligan, just like you guys. Speaking of which, what did you all do?"


    Sol immediately replied, "We didn''t do anything! Just like before, we hurried to Turin, but when we tried to enter the stadium, the police refused us entry. Many of us werebeled as hooligans, and they had set up a ton of buses to cart off friends without a second thought. We certainly resisted, and that''s how we ended up here."


    Aldrich patted his pocket. The police hadn''t confiscated his phone when they locked him up, so he called Jansen for help.


    After he hung up, Brady and the others appeared more rxed. They hade to see a match, which had already concluded in their favor, shifting their mental state to one of contentment.


    "Hey, Aldrich, what''s really going on here? Is it Juventus''s plot to keep us from cheering for the team?"


    Brady lit a cigarette and offered it to Aldrich, who took a puff, noticing the intrigued gazes of nearby fans.


    Even though they were members of the Lions fan group, they rarely got a chance to interact with Aldrich up close. The club had dialogues with fan representatives each month, but it wasn''t always the Lions'' turn.


    Aldrich grinned and said, "I''m not a yer, so what''s wrong with having a smoke?If you''d been at the game today, then you''d know who the real connoisseur of cigars is."


    "Who?"


    "Lippi."


    "Juventus''s head coach?"


    "Yes, when I was directing the team from the sidelines, he was sitting there smoking a cigar. Sometimes I really wanted to hit him, but I couldn''t help but admire his elegance. I couldn''t imitate it anyway."


    Brady scoffed: "So what? He still lost to us Millwall."


    Aldrich shook his head. "You''ll understand once you rewatch the match footage."


    "Let''s talk business. Do you know what''s going on here?"


    Aldridge''s tone became more serious, and he whispered: "Do you know what Europe thinks of British fans?"


    At this, everyone fell silent.


    To be honest, while English fan culture has profound roots and is imitated worldwide, currently, English fans are notorious across Europe, especially in Italy.


    People regard English fans with disdain or resentment; though 99.9% of fans arew-abiding, they arebeled as hooligans.


    Today''s English fans have to bear the burden of the infamous hooligans from an earlier era!


    Ennd did have a lengthy period of rampant hooliganism and unrest, resulting in tragedies such as the Heysel Stadium disaster. Particrly the Belgian and Italian fans seem unforgiving toward English hooligans, whose actions led to the deaths of many innocent fans and transformed Heysel into a living hell.


    And yearster, English fans are treated as second-ss citizens in Europe.


    Aldrich''s tone grew heavy. "You should know how other clubs manage their fans for Europeanpetitions, right?"


    Brady nodded solemnly, and among the crowd, a fan scoffed, "Take Manchester United; they''re like vampires. Fans have to pay three times the normal fare just to cheer the team on the road, all under the guise of ''away packages''. Please! Mr. Hall, I admire you for not copying them; otherwise, we''d be in protest."


    Aldrich sighed softly. The away package offered by English clubs during Europeanpetitions bundled round-trip flights, match tickets, and travel expenses together at nearly triple the normal cost. Fans who do not ept it can barely purchase away tickets through club channels; this package is specifically for matches abroad in Europeanpetitions.


    This model originated because English fans traveling abroad faced threats from some extremists; to ensure fans'' safety, clubs managed their travel.


    However, itcked a personal touch, making it reasonable for fans to reject it. Spending a fortune only to fly, bus to the ground, watch the game, and then return to the airport for the flight back��who would want that?


    Millwall does not use such "away packages"; instead, they negotiate with the opposing clubs ahead of the matches to ensure away fans are seated separately from home fans, thus minimizing the risk of conflict during the game.


    "Are there still football hooligans at Millwall?"


    "Maybe there are, but there is no longer any organization that can tantly show up in the stands."


    Aside from Millwall''s matches in the Premier League gaining attention, due to an increase in police orderliness over the past two to three years, former Millwall hooligans either disappeared or transferred to lower-league teams where the management is looser. Aldrich once enlisted Andrew to bribe the head of the London police, effectively eliminating many prominent hooligans. Nowadays, Millwall''s fans are passionate, spirited, and also reasonable; they are civilized yet devoid of any intention to create chaos.


    Hence, during group stage matches against Barcelona, PSV Eindhoven, and Dynamo Kyiv, there were no incidents of safety hazards between fan groups.


    So why did the Italian policebel Millwall fans as hooligans?


    Aldrich pondered this and considered a possibility.


    They likely had a list��of known football hooligans.


    And the authors of this list were undoubtedly the British police.


    Going further back, the root cause traces to the Iron Lady, Margaret Thatcher.


    "Looking back, it all goes back to Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady.


    During her time in power, she took a tough stance against football hooligans, enacting manyws tobat hooliganism, and this list could be from that time.

 Chapter 309: A Standoff outside the Station

    <h4>Chapter 309: A Standoff outside the Station</h4>


    Almost an hour after Aldrich finished his call, the door to the detention room finally swung open again.


    Yvonne, dressed in a sleek ck women''s suit and pencil skirt, appeared before them with her arms crossed and a yful smile on her face.


    "Oh my, you all really do seem like children! It''s a bit concerning, isn''t it?"


    Although Aldrich and hispanions were detained, Yvonne was still a little gloating about their predicament ---It''s not every day you see Aldrich make a fool of himself like this!


    Yet, just as she basked in that whimsical joy for a fleeting moment, the police in Turin, having checked their lists, categorized Yvonne as a football hooligan too...


    Bang!


    The door to the detention room mmed shut.


    Fuming, Yvonne pounded on the door.


    Aldrich and Brady erupted intoughter!


    Yvonne turned around, her face zing with anger: "What are youughing at? These police are rude and uncivilized! I''m going to sue them!"


    Aldrich sobered up and asked, "What about the others from the club?"


    Yvonne replied, irritated, "They''ve all flown back to London."


    "Just you came here?"


    "Just me! Who knows what''s really going on?"


    Yvonne puffed out one cheek in annoyance.


    Earlier, she had mocked them, and suddenly she found herself in the same predicament.


    Aldrich realized that they couldn''t rely solely on the Brits to fix this.


    The choices now were simple: wait it out for over an hour until they were released, or get the Italians involved.


    Aldrich pulled out his phone, rifled through the contacts, and dialed Galliani''s number.


    When he got through, he found out that Galliani was currently in Turin!


    He had gone to the Allianz Stadium to observe Shevchenko''s performance up close.


    After the game, he was headed back to the hotel with ns to return to Mn in the morning.


    Galliani, upon listening to Aldrich''s tale, initially thought he was joking.


    The proud son of the Hall family��the owner and coach of Millwall, who had just eliminated the prestigious Juventus in the spotlight of the Champions League��was now in jail,beled a football hooligan?


    This was absurd!


    Galliani quickly took a cab from his hotel to the police station. Given his status, he had an easier time gathering intel and soon met Aldrich in the detention room.


    Aldrich was released, but hispanions were still held inside. The officers, perhaps swayed by Galliani''s reputation, allowed Aldrich to leave first.


    Galliani invited Aldrich to rest at the hotel, but Aldrich stubbornly remained at the police station entrance. He had already gathered the inside scoop from Galliani.


    Just as he suspected, the Italian police had a cklist that included Brady, Fred, and others; even Aldrich and Yvonne''s names were on it.


    Aldrich was curious about the origins of this cklist. Galliani, using his connections outside the police station, uncovered that for many years, police across the UK had been cracking down on football hooligans. Suspected individuals'' names would be shared with police forces across Europe. Some fans who made it onto the cklist would even be denied entry at customs, while many, like the Millwall supporters today, were taken away by police before they could even enter the stadium to prevent any disturbances.


    They deemed this cklist from the UK police to be a significant risk to the safety of the stadium and the match, categorizing it as a key focus for their efforts.


    Aldrich had remained on that cklist all along, but since taking on the role of Millwall''s coach, his name hadn''te up in checks due to the club''s standing.


    His luck had run out today, walking right into this situation.


    After understanding these details, Galliani''s gaze toward Aldrich changed entirely.


    "Mr. Hall, uh, if I remember correctly, you began your coaching career at Millwall at the age of 18, which means you were included on this cklist before that age. It''s surprising to think you were a fervent fan before you turned 18."


    Galliani carefully used the term "fervent" instead of "hooligan" to refer to Aldrich.


    Aldridge red at him and shouted in frustration: "I don''t know! I don''t know why I''m beingbeled a football hooligan - it''s ridiculous!"


    Galliani rubbed his nose, choosing not to argue. Instead, he curiously asked, "So what are you nning to do now? I''ve checked the flights, and if you want to go back to London, you''ll have to wait until tomorrow morning. How about I help you book a hotel?"


    Aldrich stood outside the police station with his hands on his hips and angrily retorted: "No! This can''t end like this! Are there no human rights? Are there nows? I am aw-abiding citizen." Regarding this unfair treatment, I won''t back down! "


    "back down? I think it''s just a misunderstanding."


    Galliani''s mind was momentarily nk, but when he noticed Aldrich faking anger while his eyes revealed a different intent, he looked back at the police station and suddenly understood: This kid is incredibly cunning! He''s trying to use this situation to win people over! Damn it, the Hall family needs to go bankrupt fast so Mn can hire him as a coach. Not only will we win championships, but we''ll also make money!


    Galliani''s guess was correct: Aldridge intended to use the incident to gain support.


    He turned to Galliani and sincerely said, "Thank you for your help, but you can go now. I''ll handle the rest myself."


    Galliani figured out Aldrich''s intent and wisely decided that staying would only lead to negative repercussions for him, so he slipped away.


    After bidding farewell to Galliani, Aldrich quickly called Andrew to arrange for awyer and then reached out to the reporters he knew from Fleet Street.


    The journalists who had apanied Millwall on this unexpected journey had not left early��they were mostly still at their workstations or hotels, busy filing their stories for submission. David Miller of The Times was still working at the hotel, having just gathered stats and information, while writing a tactical analysis of the game when his phone rang repeatedly.


    "Mr Hall, Millwall are on their way home. Were you so happy that your team got promoted that you pulled a prank to celebrate?"


    "Whether you believe it or not, I''m telling you there''s big news!"


    Beep...beep...


    David Miller frowned and looked at his phone, thinking: This young coach can really make news wherever he goes.


    He shook his head and called up the other colleagues in Turin to follow this developing news. While he was a strong reporter specialized in football, he wasn''t very interested in news that didn''t rte closely to the match itself.


    Tomson and Richard, both closely associated with Aldrich and working for The Sun and Daily Mail, were still in Turin, unwinding at a bar after submitting their pieces a half-hour post-press conference. However, upon receiving Aldrich''s call, they immediately made their way to the scene while calling other colleagues. They understood that breaking news required more than just a pen and a few photographs��they needed full video coverage.


    As this information spread, someone leaked the news, and the first media to arrive at the scene were the Italian outlets, followed closely by BBC and other majorworks.


    Outside the Turin police station, the sight was quite bizarre.


    Aldrich, who had just sparked a focal point in the Champions League, was sitting cross-legged, silently outside the police station. Neither the police nor passing pedestrians, nor the reporters that arrived to gather information could elicit a word from him; he sat with a serious expression fixed on the station.


    A silent protest?!


    As midnight approached and Millwall''s match against Juventus had long concluded��with both teams'' fans having returned home��the Turin police finally released some of the Millwall supporters they had temporarily detained.


    When Brady and the others emerged, what they saw was a striking scene.


    Right in the center outside the door, Aldrich was cross-legged, surrounded by a crowd of reporters wielding cameras and microphones, livestreaming the situation with shing lights and a dense congregation of people.


    Brady, Fred, Sol, and Yvonne knew Aldrich''s style well; without needing any signals or words from him, the three men immediately took their ces behind Aldrich, sitting down with solemn expressions.


    Yvonne, finding it difficult to sit in her fitted skirt, approached the reporters for an interview.


    The other Lions fans, who had bottled up frustration after having spent money toe for the game only to end up stuck in a jail cell all night, reacted ordingly. Their pre-booked flights had already passed, and further hotel stays would only add more financial burden; hence, they joined the protest here.


    At this time, more than a hundred people had gathered outside the police station to protest. Brady spoke to one fan privately for a while and asked him to contact other Millwall fans who were detained at different police stations so that everyone could meet here.


    The protest crowd kept growing.


    Yiven, with a stern expression, vocally protested the rough and aggressivew enforcement methods of the Turin police in front of the television cameras of various media outlets.


    "Our fans came here respectfully to cheer for the team. If indeed there are troublemakers, the police should have evidence and reason to detain them to keep them away from the stadium and avoid chaos. However, our fans did nothing wrong but faced baseless usations and punishment. Sure, you might think I''m just protecting Millwall''s fans; that''s one side of the story. But as the team''s head coach, Aldrich Hall came here to understand the situation and help those unjustly detained, only to bebeled a football hooligan by the police. What evidence do they have? We all know the truth: Aldrich, as a public figure, is not a football hooligan. To use Millwall''s coach of being one and imprison him is simply uneptable; we demand fair treatment and response!"


    As Yvonne was speaking to the media, someone from the crowd suddenly shouted, "British scum, get out of Italy!"


    Several cameras turned to capture that moment, and Yvonne quickly retorted, "See? Maybe the root of the problem isn''t what Millwall''s fans did here, but rather that we ourselves are facing discrimination and animosity, leading to this unjust treatment."


    Journalists from various media scoffed internally.


    Such urrences weremonce anywhere.


    Were the scenes reversed, with Italians protesting in London, the British would likely be shouting to send them packing, too.


    Which national league can say they have never experienced a rowdy fan base? Not to mention treating foreign fans peacefully, even in Italy, security outside the stadium is always tense during derby games, and there has been a long-standing confrontation between the north and the south; a simr situation also urred in the United Kingdom.


    Still, Millwall fans causing ruckus usually ends up being inconsequential. Yet today, the figure leading the protest is Audridge, which alters the situation significantly. Especially since Audridge has been used of being a real football hooligan and has actually been detained in the past��this won''t end quietly!

 Chapter 310: People’s Idol

    <h4>Chapter 310: People''s Idol</h4>


    The situation escted quite a bit.


    The Turin police had no choice but toe forward and exin to the public, while the mayor of Turin engaged in dialogue with Aldrich.


    The incident dragged on until deep into the night before it finally came to a close.


    Thest image that the public saw was Aldrich and the mayor of Turin shaking hands with smiles, conveying to the outside world that the matter had been perfectly resolved.


    Italian media, however, began to mock the British.


    Despite allegations of blind enforcement, the Turin police''s evidence for detaining Millwall fans came from the British police.


    Their cklist database was provided by the British authorities.


    What a p in the face for themselves!


    The fact is, Aldrich never aimed his anger at the Turin police or Italy; he wasn''t going to stir up trouble for Ennd.


    His goal was to win hearts.


    Whose hearts was he trying to win?


    Primarily those of the Millwall fans, with the broader British fanbase being secondary.


    The root of the issue stemmed from the British police''s overly aggressive tactics against football hooligans over the years. This not only led to Millwall fans suffering unjustly today but also fueled outrage among fans of many other clubs. Such incidents were not isted but had urred with fans from Manchester United, Arsenal, Newcastle, Liverpool, and even neutral fans.


    Even though many club fan organizations petitioned the FA, the FA turned a blind eye.


    The reason was simple: to resolve this issue, the FA would have to engage with the British police, who would prefer to avoid confrontations with outside forces, especially political ones, maintaining a status quo was their best option.


    Thus, while the FA openly and secretly supported clubs'' "away packages," it did help reduce fan incidents.


    The Millwall fans who remained in Italy flew back to London the next day, thanks to Aldrich''s generous covering of their expenses.


    They returned to Ennd like heroes, with Aldrich leading the team into the Champions League semifinals, and also taking a stand against the unjust treatment faced by fans. This enhanced his image in the eyes of the British public.


    Upon returning to London, the BBC was quick to interview him, where Aldrich dered that he would engage with the British police to demand an exnation: why was hebeled a football hooligan?


    The FA''s Wiseman privately reached out to Aldrich, subtly implying, "Don''t let the fans cause a ruckus; you can stir things up on your own, and the FA will support you in spirit!"


    Yes, the FA intended to use Aldrich as a pawn this time. They couldn''t confront the British police directly, but as a public figure, Aldrich had every reason to demand an exnation from the police for the unfair treatment he received due to their actions.


    Aldrich was serious about this.


    He believed being ssified as a football hooligan was a serious stain on his reputation, and if the issue wasn''t resolved, he would be left to bear the shame.


    Andrew prepared a legal team for him, and Aldrich openly stated that if the British police couldn''t provide a reasonable exnation, he would take legal action to restore his honor, while also helping the Millwall fans to clear their names.


    If the British courts refused to hear his case, he''d take it to the European Union!


    The situation continued to escte, but Aldrich''s life remained normal.


    Eventually, the British police gave an answer: it was a previous mistake.


    Aldrich had been ced on the cklist back in ''94, when he was about 17 years old.


    Looking into the timeline, it seemed that Aldrich had watched an FA Cup match at The Den, where Millwall was a top football hooligan team, thus under heavy police surveince.


    As for whether Aldrich had been involved in any minor scuffles in the stands or conflicts with rival fans before or after the match, the police couldn''t rify. Their exnation had been that he was "suspected of having close rtions with known football hooligans."


    That "suspected" was the key.


    Perhaps someone sitting behind Aldrich was a football hooligan, and thus he wasbeled as one too.


    This is the British police''s approach of "better to wrongly use three thousand than to let one slip by."


    Many fans were ssified as football hooligans simply for being in the same vicinity as hooligans; the police had no time to investigate whether they knew each other, whether they had spoken, or if they had actually participated in any hooligan activities.


    Given Aldrich''s public influence, especially with the positive image he had cultivated through phnthropy in recent years, the British police had no choice but to "admit their mistake" and remove his name from the cklist.


    With Aldrich as a precedent, a wave of "exoneration" swept through British football as innocent fans pressed to clear their names, while Aldrich solidified his status as a national idol!


    Only rivals such as Chelsea, Crystal Pce, and West Ham United��who had longstanding grudges against Millwall��might disregard Aldrich. But fans from clubs like Arsenal, Manchester United, and Liverpool generally developed inner respect for him.


    Other clubs'' fans looked on with envy, wishing that their own team''s manager could be the next Aldrich��someone who stood firmly and faithfully by the supporters'' side, neither a ve to money nor blind to the struggles faced by the fans.


    Millwall yers held Aldrich in great esteem, with Southgate joking during practice, "Boss, can you cut open your brain and let us see what''s inside?"


    Aldridge thought it was a joke at first, but when he saw the yers'' pious eyes, he just smiled and ignored it.


    After a few years in the public eye, putting on a show is second nature, right?


    Thanks to the Turin police''s cooperation in detaining him, Aldrich could demand ountability rather than just be a passive observer who people might dismiss as stirring trouble for no reason.


    However, since it''s about his own honor, why not use this opportunity to gather support while performing for the fans?


    As April rolled around, Millwall facedpetition on three fronts, including an FA Cup exit in the quarter-finals. The bench performed poorly in tough games, especially without key yers on the field. When the offense cannot find a breakthrough, their impatience will be revealed, providing opportunities for their opponents to take advantage of. Even Ronaldinho was not immune. After all, hispetitive experience is limited, and honing a yer''s mentality is a process that cannot be rushed.


    In the league, Millwall''s results are solid and the gap to Manchester United has not widened; it has actually shrunk by a point. However, the league situation became quite tense and Arsenal performed well in the second half of the season, winning every game. Millwall remain third, but Arsenal are now just one point behind Manchester United. In a key match between the two teams, Arsenal defeated Manchester United 1-0 away from home, which not only brought the score closer, but also brought a heavy psychological blow to Manchester United.


    With five matches left in the league, all three teams remained in contention for the title.


    Aldrich maintained a calm demeanor regarding the league. The starters would y once a week, and if Champions League matches fell during the week, key yers would conserve energy instead. The substitutes would be tasked with handling weekend league matches.


    The Champions League semi-final opponent was Monaco, coincidentally a team they had faced during pre-season friendlies in a thrilling 4-4 draw at home.


    Aldrich thought to himself, fate has a sense of humor.


    Last year in the European Cup Winners'' Cup semi-finals, he encountered Fernandez, and this year, in the Champions League semi-finals, he was again up against Tigana.


    Both were French teams, and both coaches had a good rtionship with him.


    The day before the semi-finals, Aldrich participated in the UEFA official press conference at the club.


    Millwall would host first before traveling to Monaco for the return leg.


    "I don''t think there''s any difference between home and away first legs. If Millwall were to focus solely on scoring away goals to eliminate our opponents, then we would never reach the final. That would be a sign of mental weakness. Although Manchester United was eliminated by Monaco due to the away goal rule, that wasn''t the determining factor. The deeper truth is that Monaco performed better. They drew 0-0 at home against United but eliminated them with a 1-1 away draw. It''s not just about numbers; it''s about how the teams perform. Some may attribute it to luck, but without solid strength behind it, good fortune doesn''t simplye your way."


    Which is better��hosting first or away first?


    Aldrich wasn''t interested in pondering that. The reality was that he must emphasize that hosting first doesn''t affect the team!


    Otherwise, wouldn''t that just add unnecessary pressure on the yers?


    Moreover, they had eliminated Juventus by hosting first, so they shouldn''t dwell on the structure of the matches; instead, they should concentrate on performing well and not let external factors affect their mindset.


    Fleet Street analysts believe that there is no doubt that Millwall will enter the final, because Millwall''s strength is simply unmatched by Monaco.


    Monaco has the best record among French clubs in the Champions League this season, followed by Lyon, Paris Saint-Germain, Bordeaux and Marseille. Unfortunately, Monaco is only ranked third in Ligue 1, significantly behind the top two teams. Unless they win the Champions League, France''s traditional giants will miss out on Europeanpetition next season.Incredibly, the two biggest contenders for the Ligue 1 title are Lens and Metz.


    Monaco''s situation was simr to Millwall''s, but their performances in the Champions League could not bepared.


    Aldrich modestly stated that this matchup was a fierce battle between two equally matched teams, with no clear advantage for either side.


    His words were indeed hypocritical.


    He had confidence in reaching the final, and his yers were equally assured.


    Against Monaco, he intends to showcase Millwall''s style of y rather than face the many tactical restrictions he faced against Juventus.


    That night in London, light rain began to fall. Although it wasn''t heavy, it would certainly impact the match.


    As the yers prepared in the tunnel, Aldrich happily chatted with Tigana at the sidelines.


    "Fernandez texted me, telling me to take you down."


    Tigana''s words made Aldrichugh heartily. "He really holds a grudge! So, where has he beentely?"


    "He''s had some offers from Spanish clubs and is considering his options."


    "Spain, eh? Well, at least it shares a simr style with Ligue 1. Latin vibes, right? Is that youngd in your team still sticking around?"


    "You''re quite annoying! Bringing this up now, he probably won''t stay. What, you interested? I could consider selling him to you this summer, but only after the World Cup."


    "Would he like toe on as a substitute?"


    "Probably not willing."


    Aldrich frowned and thought for a long time.


    Henry, after the World Cup, would likely not be obtainable for less than ten million pounds, and even if they did sign him, he would want a starting position. Even if Shevchenko left, Ronaldinho would take that spot.


    "What if we buy him? Are we really going to invest another season just to train him?"


    "Would he agree toe on as a substitute?"


    Before the match, Aldrich said to Tigana, "Let''s stay in touch. If you do decide to sell him, let me know; I''m still undecided, but money shouldn''t be an issue."


    Indeed, money wouldn''t be a problem. If Shevchenko left in the summer, it would bring in significant transfer ie.

 Chapter 311: Hope in the Midst of Adversity

    <h4>Chapter 311: Hope in the Midst of Adversity</h4>


    In the first leg of the semi-finals against Monaco, Aldrich''s tactical n was straightforward: attack aggressively. The defensive capabilities of Monaco were certainly not at the level of Juventus. Millwall had the advantage of home ground, and as long as they could secure a lead of two goals or more without conceding, their path to the finals would be clear.


    However, Aldrich harbored a personal ambition. The league race was still tight; the gap between them and Manchester United and Arsenal was not wide. If he could get through one of the two Champions League semi-final matches with a breather, he might just manage to juggle both the league and the Champions League, possibly leading to a dramaticst-minute turnaround!


    His thoughts were simr to how he tackled Borussia Dortmund in the UEFA Super Cup.


    Monaco naturally would y a cautious counter-attacking game. Millwall aimed tounch a blitz from the start, applying full pressure to copse their opponent as quickly as possible.


    But perhaps the confidence gained from eliminating Juventus clouded their judgment. The yers became reckless in their assault. Aldrich noticed this trend early on, before he could tell the yers to ease off a bit and maintain their formation, Monaco delivered a heavy blow to Millwall!


    Schneider assisted Shevchenko in a quick one-two, and after reaching the end line, his cross was blocked by the opposing defender. Monaco then switched from defense to attack,unching a long ball down the wing.


    At the same time, Schneider''s push forward had left a gap behind him. Monaco''s winger sprinted into that space, skillfully controlling the ball and cutting inside.


    The Lions'' fans in Wembley were left astonished.


    How could the opposing winger be so fast? Why?!


    Cutting inside from the nk, he galloped away, not only outpacing holding midfielder Mak��l��l�� but also deftly dribbling past Helguera. As Southgate saw the opponent about to breach the entire back line, he lunged in a desperate tackle, leading to a heavy fall in front of the penalty area, with the ball rolling out of y.


    Referee Nelson halted the match and approached Southgate, who was trying to help the fallen Monaco yer rise. The young genius from Monaco who had been brought down was none other than Henry!


    As Southgate turned around, Nelson''s red card was already raised above his head.


    "Just two minutes into the match, Millwall captain Southgate receives a red card! This decision is hardly debatable; had Southgate not tackled Henry''s leg, this French winger would certainly have been through on goal! Southgate was left in shock, trying to exin to the referee, while Millwall''s yers were pleading for mercy. However, the referee''s decision was final. After a brief discussion with the fourth official, Hall walked towards the substitute bench to summon two yers to warm up. It seemed he had to make a change. This unexpected turn of events��who could have predicted such an opening? The heavy favorites to advance to the final, Millwall, were now one man down in what was nominally their home match, causing aplete reversal of the situation. All pre-match predictions were now thrown into chaos!"


    This is just insane.


    Monaco''s counterattack was wless, leaving everyone speechless. After a sessful defensive clearance, the ball flew low and fast,nding perfectly in front of Henry. He elerated, never giving Mak��l��l�� the chance to sweep in. Helguera had no words as he was also outrun by Henry surging forward. A speedster like Henry proved hard to contain for most defenders, but even Southgate, with awareness, couldn''t recover in time to intercept once Henry passed by Helguera; he could only go for a desperate challenge at thest moment, knowing that if Henry entered the box, it would surely be a one-on-one situation.


    There was an awkward silence at Wembley as Southgate slowly left the pitch. He left the field as slowly as possible, hoping to buy the bench some extra time to warm up. Meanwhile, Larsson was busy chatting with referees from Northern Europe, trying to buy time. When Southgate walked up to Nedved, he took off the captain''s armband, put it on Nedved''s arm, finally lowered his head and walked slowly off the field.


    Aldrich watched the unfolding situation from the sideline. As Southgate brushed past him, Aldrich gently patted his back, saying nothing.


    People shouldn''t be too greedy or too overconfident.


    Eliminating a powerful Juventus had indeed filled Aldrich''s heart with pride, and he had begun to dream of bncing both the league and the Champions League.


    But the world doesn''t bend to one''s desires!


    Reality came crashing down on him without mercy.


    However, to be fair, a red card was given to the home team so early in the game? The referee''s performance was indeed harsh.


    Football is a closed circle, rife with both overt and covert rivalries, and referees are part of that battleground.


    Aldrich believed that if the referee who officiated the first leg against Juventus had swapped with Nelson today, the decisions in both matches would likely have heavily favored Millwall.


    Torricelli would have received a red card for his foul on Nedv��d, while Southgate''s tackle on Henry might have been merely a yellow.


    Of course, every decision by the referee carries a subjective bias and context-based judgment.


    Nelson officiated strictly, and nobody could question his authority.


    He had UEFA''s Johnstone backing him, and though Nordic football isn''t particrly strong, having a voice in the officiating world certainly bolsters their position, with figures like Nelson and Frisk gaining a good reputation.


    With Millwall down to ten men, Aldrich sent Mat��razzi and Gattuso to warm up.


    He knew he couldn''t simply fill the gap in the defense but had to modify the tacticalyout and pursuit of goals.


    Do they still want to take the initiative to attack with one less person?


    It was time to focus on defense and counterattacks.


    First and foremost, they had to ensure that their opponents didn''t score an away goal.


    After Monaco wasted a free kick from outside the box, Millwall made their substitutions.


    "Hall, switching out two yers at once��is that even necessary? Normally, when a defender is sent off, a coach would withdraw an attacking yer and bring on a defender. But he''s subbing off two forwards for a defender and a defensive midfielder. Seems like he doesn''t hold out much hope for winning at home. Then again, it makes sense; Manchester United couldn''t win at home against Monaco and even conceded an away goal. Hall''s primary concern now is to keep the team from conceding. Trezeguet and Shevchenko walked to the sidelines, looking a bit dejected. In such a high-profile Champions League semi-final, they got only three minutes of ytime before being subbed off. Even though it was a forced switch, they should understand Hall''s decision. Still, it''s hard not to feel unhappy. Coming on were Mat��razzi and Gattuso, so it appeared Millwall would shift to a 4-3-1-1 formation."


    It was normal for Trezeguet and Shevchenko to be unhappy. Being subbed off so soon couldn''t make them feel anything but frustrated.


    But frustration aside, Aldrich didn''t have the time to console them. They were professionals and needed to maintain professionalism.


    At that moment, it was up to them to adjust their mindset. Throwing a tantrum would be unprofessional.


    Thankfully, both yers demonstrated their professionalism, sitting quietly on the bench, just ncing at the field.


    After overseeing the game for ten minutes, Aldrich returned to his seat once the two substitutes found their rhythm.


    After Southgate''s dismissal, if Aldrich had substituted another defender, it would have simply covered the defensive gap. By bringing in a defensive midfielder, he was fundamentally altering the team''s approach.


    Defending was now the priority.


    This is also a strategy to lure opposing yers to initiate an attack.


    Makelele and Gattuso serve as double hubs, Pirlo connects in the midfield, and Nedved runs behind Larsson. Both have considerable freedom of movement. The question now is whether Monaco will give them a chance to fight back.


    Aldrich couldn''t help ncing over at the opposing coaches'' bench, where Tigana remainedposed, showing no signs of directing his team from the sidelines.


    Aldrich sighed. It appeared that their resolve was unwavering.


    Be proactive, respond to the situation! Monaco, why not press up and be proactive!


    With one man down, mboyant attacking y was out of the question. In this fierce contest, being one man down was akin to losing a limb for a master. Millwall, given the limited conditions, had to adapt ording to their opponent''s tempo.


    Especially being down a man from the outset��if they yed too recklessly, the gap in stamina would be increasingly apparent as the match wore on.


    Millwall had no choice but to y the defensive counter-attacking game.


    The journalists from Fleet Street were all seething with frustration.


    How ridiculous.


    During the League Cup final against Chelsea, a smoke bomb reduced Fleet Street to aughingstock. After predictions and spections, they hadn''t even grasped the most basic situation.


    Against Juventus, the outsiders doubted the Lions, yet they delivered an epic victory that was nothing short of heroic.


    Now, with expectations for them to reach the finals, they were crumbling right at home!


    The most infuriating part was that Millwall, while down a man, really did start to y timidly!


    Come on, show some guts against Monaco!


    As the game progressed, the Wembley stands began to sing. Although the game has now entered the "unspectacr" stage, Lions fans turned to entertain themselves and sang songs to cheer for the team.


    Even though their attack posed no threat, the overall formation had copsed back to the midfield and defense, relying solely on Larsson, Nedv��d, and Pirlo for their attacks. They often found themselves in double-teamed situations that thwarted their efforts. Monaco was in a simr position; with Millwall ying defensively, they too were patient with their passing, waiting for good opportunities before pressing forward, dispatching limited attacking forces.


    Since Monaco''s first shot from outside the box, both teams had only three attempts at goal before halftime, two of which were from set pieces...


    In the second half, the Lions maintained their strategy of defensive counterattacks. Aldrich reminded his yers that once Monaco began to push forward, their attacking numbers would increase, and they should be ready to counterattack.


    But Tigana was steadfast in his strategy to wait it out; even in thest ten minutes of the match, Monaco didn''t push forward significantly. Despite their one-man advantage, they showed no signs of an offensive advantage, easily defusing Millwall''s attacks.


    The first leg of this drowsy semi-final came to a close at Wembley.


    0:0.


    Both sides drew nks.


    After a brief exchange with Tigana, Aldrich walked off to face the media.


    Today, he was under significant scrutiny; failing to win at home in London disappointed many, leaving experts shocked and dampening the momentum behind Millwall''s push to reach the finals.


    It was a rather conventional view��if you couldn''t win at home, how could you expect to make waves away?


    Aldrich patiently answered some provocative questions, disying signs of despondency and disappointment.


    However, once he returned to the locker room, he spoke to the listless yers with fervor.


    "Hey, cheer up! Get excited! So what if it''s 0:0? Everyone keeps saying it''s advantageous to y away second, and I just don''t buy it! Monaco didn''t score a single goal at our ce; when we go to their ground, have you thought about this? If we score one, they have to score two to advance. If we score two, they need three! Who is in the better position here?"


    It made sense in a way. Millwall just needed to score in the second leg, and Monaco would have to outscore them to progress.


    Though it''s a bit of a flimsy argument, the yers foundfort in it, their spirits lifted as they readied themselves to travel to France, all set on securing that coveted spot in the finals.

 Chapter 312: The Path of Redemption

    <h4>Chapter 312: The Path of Redemption</h4>


    Before the second leg of the Champions League semi-final, the Premier Leaguendscape took a dramatic turn: Manchester United, who had dominated the points table for over six months, slid down to second ce!


    After being eliminated by Monaco in the Champions League, Manchester United failed to extend their lead in the league and instead, found themselves held to a draw by a Newcastle team still at risk of relegation. In the same round, Arsenal trounced their local derby rivals Wimbledon 5-0, leapfrogging Manchester United by a single point to im the top spot.


    With just three rounds left in the Premier League, the title race hadpletely flipped. Not only had Manchester United lost control of their destiny, they were now in danger of losing even the second ce!


    In the final three rounds, Manchester United faced Leeds United and Crystal Pce, along with ast match at The Den against Millwall. The goal difference between the two teams stood at just two, with Manchester United in the lead, but in points, they had only a three-point advantage over Millwall.


    Arsenal''s remaining matches included Barnsley, Everton, and Aston Vi.


    Millwall are four points behind the leaders and three behind Manchester United. With only three rounds left in the game, Aldridge bluntly said: The title defense has failed!


    Fleet Street noted that the current situation mirrored the final title chase of the previous season. The teams in contention were Newcastle United, Manchester United, and Millwall then, but now Arsenal had reced Newcastle. Just like Newcastle before, Arsenal was at the top of the table with three matches left, and the difference was that Arsenal would not have to face directlypeting teams. Instead, Manchester United and Millwall would have a head-to-head sh, making Arsenal''s chances of winning far superior to Newcastle''s two years ago.


    After battling from August to April, Millwall found themselves free from the pressure of the league. Although not being able to defend their title was a blow, they had been chasing since September and thus the psychological impact was undoubtedly less severe than for Manchester United. Moreover, they were aiming for sess in the Champions League��a fact well-known by now. No matter how tough Aldrich tried to sound before, their aspirations for the Champions League were clear, and maintaining pressure on the leaders in the league was still a sign of sess for Millwall, as Fleet Street pointed out. So far, they had already secured a trophy.


    As the Champions League semi-final second leg approached, the entire Millwall team was focused solely on the match against Monaco, undeterred by the unfolding Premier League events, as they embarked on their journey to Monaco with determination.


    In Monaco, at the Louis II Stadium, Aldrich led the team today with a rather low-key and somewhat pessimistic demeanor.


    He emphasized that Monaco had the advantage of ying at home, and that Millwall had missed the opportunity to secure a win in the first leg,pounded by Southgate''s suspension, leading to a loss of their edge in advancing to the finals.


    This time, Aldrich didn''t converse with Tigana before the match. As the home coach, Tigana walked over to Aldrich, shook his hand, and they exchanged a brief pat on each other''s arms before parting ways. Both were far from calm inside.


    As the new generation of up-anding coaches, whoever secured a ticket to the Champions League final from this match would mark a pinnacle in their coaching career, undeniably elevating their reputation and achievements in European and world football to new heights!


    "The second leg of the Champions League semi-final is about to begin, with Monaco hosting Millwall. At the start of this season, few would have guessed that one of these two teams would make it to the Champions League final. Monaco, under their previous coach Wenger, won the Ligue 1 title almost ten years ago and hadn''t yed in the Champions League since. However, their new coach Tigana led them tost season''s Ligue 1 title, and now they return to the Champions League after years away, progressing from the group stage to the knockout rounds and reaching the semi-finals, having drawn 0-0 in the first leg against Millwall. With the advantage of ying at home, their chances of reaching the finals look promising. Meanwhile, Millwall, under the young coach Aldrich Hall, is embarking on their first Champions League campaign in over a century, achieving remarkable sess with a perfect record in the group stage that stunned Europe, and they took down Barcelona in two ssic matches. In the quarter-finals, their tenacity allowed them to eliminate the favorites, Juventus. Though not favored, one shouldn''t underestimate them. They created a miracle in Turin; what will they bring to Monaco? We shall see!"


    Southgate, dressed sharply and apanied by family, took his seat in the stands to watch the match, having been suspended for just one game. If the team made it to the finals, he would surely y unless injured.


    Today, Millwall started with a 4-2-3-1 formation, with two changes in personnel.


    Materazzi reced the suspended Southgate as a central defender alongside Helguera. In thest two league matches, Aldrich had deliberately paired Helguera and Materazzi together to test their synergy against opponents. The results had been promising. Materazzi had been with the team for four years and steadily improved, showcasing a fierce style of y that suited the Premier League well. With over 25 appearances across league and cuppetitions this season, his skills had reached a settled stage, earning him unanimous praise.


    The other change saw Shevchenko on the bench, with Denmark''s golden winger Gronkjaer taking his ce.


    Today, Millwall nned to y conservatively, which called for individuals with strong abilities on the nks. The North European wingers, Larsson and Gronkjaer, were essential for counter-attacks.


    As the match quickly kicked off, Monaco leveraged their home advantage to control the game''s tempo, ying deliberately and cautiously to gauge their opponent''s condition.


    Millwall, however, wasted no time. Once they sessfully defended, they quickened their pace to advance forward. While their attacking numbers were few, their threat from the wings was very apparent.


    In this game, Gronkjar and Larsson''s dribbling route after getting the ball was very clear: cut inside, cut inside, keep cutting inside! !


    Gronkjaer, already the best dribbler on the team, led the league in average dribbles per appearance, providing space for Larsson to elerate. While Larsson was also notably fast, his role didn''t often call for him to dribble; instead, he would exploit space by slicing through the opponent''s nk, threatening with direct shots at goal.


    Before the match, Aldrich had specifically instructed both yers to cut in upon receiving the ball. He emphasized that they only needed to beat one defender at a time instead of trying to make consecutive dribbles. After getting past one, they should keep a clear mind and start scanning for opportunities. When a second defender approached to intercept, there would surely be vulnerabilities in the defense, and passing to teammates would be crucial.


    In static defense, Nedved was marked by two opposing midfielders, while Trezeguet was trapped by the enemy''s center-backs. However, in dynamic game y, as soon as they opened space on the wings for a cut-in route, the opponents would necessarily pay close attention to the yer with the ball��especially Larsson. If he appeared unmarked when bringing the ball forward, his long-range shot could very well pierce through Monaco''s defense.


    Monaco''s fans were feeling optimistic. Earlier in the season, they had drawn 4-4 in a friendly match against Millwall, and just a fortnight ago, they had managed a draw in the first leg away from home. With home advantage today, hopes of securing a win were high.


    But they were wrong��very wrong.


    The friendly match didn''t count, and in the previous encounter, Millwall had suffered early when a lethal counter-attack led to Southgate''s red card, leaving them with one less yer and appearing less threatening.


    In this game, Monaco''s goal is to win and resolve the matter within 90 minutes. With home court advantage, their offense was significantly more aggressive than in the previous round. On the other hand, Millwall strengthened its defense and used limited forces to break through the opponent''s defense in a targeted manner. This tactical change made Millwall''s style and quality even more threatening than in the previous game.


    Monaco tried to break through Millwall''s solid defence, but quickly realized they were in trouble. Even Henry, who used the gap to cause Southgate''s red card before, has difficulty threatening the goal without sprinting space, which weakens his nk threat to a certain extent. In a sense, after all, he is not the King of Highbury whoter yed at Arsenal - not just technical ability, but also game experience and awareness!


    As the teams exchanged possession back and forth, the first twenty minutes passed without anyone getting a clear-cut chance, but the dynamics began to shift.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, chin up with hands in pockets, keenly observing the match''s flow. Monaco''s defensive formation was already falling into a passive rhythm. After enduring the impacts of Gronkjaer and Larsson cutting inside, their two full-backs began moving closer to the center topress the space the wingers needed to advance. This adjustment was also to ensure that they could cover for teammates rushing in for interceptions.


    In the 28th minute, Makelele intercepted the ball and passed it to Pirlo, who then sent it to Gronkjaer. Thetter''s sessive cut-in attempts forced Monaco to closely mark him when transitioning from offense to defense. But this time, Gronkjaer cleverly left the ball without stopping, redirecting it back to Pirlo before making a forward run.


    As Pirlo received the return pass, he made a choice to redirect the ball to the left nk, where Larsson carried it forward. Meanwhile, a teammate sprinted toward the front at high speed. Larsson evaded an approaching midfield defender and sent the ball to Nedved, who had found space in the center.


    As Monaco tightened their defense in the center, Nedv��d looked around while controlling the ball. He then sent a surprising chip assist to the left near the baseline, allowing Capdev to unexpectedly burst through the Monaco backline and shock them.


    Capdev intelligently controlled the ball, not rushing to make a pass. He waited for the Monaco defenders to retreat before executing a deft back-pass into the penalty area, catching everyone off guard.


    Pirlo emerged in that space, in the spot that used to send chills down Juventus fans'' spines, just where he had once delivered a decisive blow against Juventus!


    Monaco also understood they couldn''t let Pirlo shoot from that position��absolutely not!


    In a moment of caution, their defense surged forward, but their marking faltered. Pirlo, calm as ever, didn''t take the shot but instead passed the ball smoothly past Monaco''s defenders.


    Trezeguet made ateral run to the left of the small box, and as he received Pirlo''s exquisite assist without stopping the ball, he took a quick shot.


    Monaco''s goalkeeper Barthez lunged desperately but was a step toote; the ball rolled inches past the post and into the!


    "Trezeguet! What a beautiful moment! Millwall scored first away from home and it was a beautiful goal! The whole team worked together like clockwork and the goal was truly a joy to watch! Pirlo''s Thest pass was pure genius - everyone thought he would pull the trigger from outside, but that was not the case, he passed the ball to his teammate perfectly! What about Trezeguet? What a natural! Think, just a clean touch with the inside of your foot - the shot may not have had the pace, but boy, the angle was cheeky as it went over the post and into the! Millwall were 1-0 up and Monaco were now in trouble; they were in trouble; Two goals were needed to keep hope alive and extra time was no longer possible - what a drama!"

 Chapter 313: Breaking Through

    <h4>Chapter 313: Breaking Through</h4>


    After Trezeguet''s goal, he sprinted towards the corner g, closing his eyes and letting out a triumphant roar. His teammates rushed to him, all aware that this moment had fundamentally shifted the match''s dynamics. Millwall, initially at a slight disadvantage, now found themselves even on the scoreboard, but still facing the struggles of ying away from home.


    However, this goal pushed Monaco directly into a corner. Even if they managed to equalize at home, it wouldn''t be enough. On top of needing to score, they still had to hope that Millwall remained scoreless.


    Aldrich watched the goal unfold, his right hand emerging from his pocket to punch the air in front of him with determination in his eyes. The other coaches and yers celebrated the goal, marking a crucial step towards Amsterdam.


    In the pre-game preparations, Aldrich had made a bold decision by pulling Shevchenko from the starting lineup, opting for Gronkjaer instead. Many coaches were puzzled by this, viewing it as a risky move. After all, it was well-known that Gronkjaer''s scoring ability could not match Shevchenko''s.


    Even if there was a need for a yer with high individual skill, the coaching staff leaned towards starting Ronaldinho. Yet Aldrich stood firm in his choice of Gronkjaer.


    When Aldrich selected a yer, it was not merely about individual brilliance; he sought someone who would serve the team''s strategy rather than relying on one person to dominate the game.


    Ronaldinho''s overall skill set had indeed surpassed Gronkjaer, but where he fell short was in the unseen attribute of team chemistry.


    Creating a cohesive unit where the individual skills of 11 yers add up to an unexpectedly powerful performance hinged on solid teamwork.


    Millwall''s fluid and cohesive attacking y, along with their solid defense, had developed through two or three years of teamwork, especially their persistent and intricate attacking style that required long-term synergy on the pitch.


    Gronkjaer performance was impressive, and Aldridge didn''t disappoint. His individual skills forced Monaco''s defense topress, attracting their attention. He executes every decisive pass without hesitation. He is already much better than the ssical winger Gronkjaer in history. In this game, he really deserves the starting position.


    After the celebration, Aldrich made a downward gesture to calm his yers. Even in joy, he wore no smile; he wanted to convey one single message: "Now is not the time to rx!"


    Nedved dropped deeper into midfield, making quick runs during counterattacks to support his teammates, focusing primarily on strengthening the defense.


    With this strategy, Millwall solidified theirmitment to ying defensively and controlling the game''s tempo with a steady mindset.


    "Now, we can take our time!"


    After losing the ball, Tigana''s face was gloomy, and he realized that he might have underestimated the strength gap between Monaco and Millwall.


    Before their semifinal sh, he hadn''t believed Monaco and Millwall were on the same level, firmly convinced that Millwall was the stronger side. If Monaco had faced a group with Millwall,cking their talent, they surely wouldn''t have performed well, and a matchup with Juventus could have ended their journey.


    However, the outside world has a different view.


    Monaco''s yers don''t think so either.


    Millwall was a young, dynamic teamprised of fresh talents, and Monaco, too, boasted numerous young stars highly praised by outsiders.


    Furthermore, they had faced Manchester United, a traditionally strong team that had established dominance over Millwall in the league. Having eliminated United, could they really fear Millwall?


    ying conservatively away and securing a draw, they knew they needed to push forward at home to take their opponents down decisively.


    Tigana rubbed his forehead in thought; what if from the start, Monaco had adopted a stricter counter-attacking strategy, even if it meant ying conservatively at home? Perhaps their chances of advancing would be higher. They had misjudged the teams'' strengths, and now, on such a critical stage, Millwall was leveraging a more experienced strategy, pushing Monaco to the brink.


    Learning from their overly aggressive start in the previous home match, Millwall came into this one with a quiet demeanor and a highly targeted approach. With their wingers cutting inside and copsing the midfield, there was a vast space on the nks. In the beginning, Monaco''s full-backs were hesitant, yet Millwall''s full-backs refrained from taking risky advancing positions.


    Nevertheless, Millwall''s tactical design was certainly calcted.


    Defend, then counterattack - attack using four yers.


    Defend, then counterattack - attack using four yers.


    Defend, then counterattack - attack using four yers.


    ...


    For the first twenty minutes, this was Millwall''s rhythm, but then they suddenly shifted gears!


    During the attack that led to the goal, Millwall sent an additional midfielder and full-back sprinting into the danger zone. Capdev drew Monaco''s defense back rapidly, while Pirlo advanced near the penalty area, forcing Monaco''s defense forward, which created a critical gap for Trezeguet to capitalize on Pirlo''s masterpiece of a pass.


    Tigana nced at Aldrich. Despite being younger, he felt deep admiration. The Aldrich he remembered from two years ago, watching the European Championship, had matured beyond most French coaches who tended to look at rising stars with a sybus mentality. Now, Aldrich was sharper than many established tacticians!


    Now, Monaco was trapped in a corner, leaving Tigana with a single option: aggressive offense and relentless pressing!


    The strategy for the team was to stifle Millwall''s rhythm and go for the goal.


    There was still an hour left in the match, and Monaco needed two goals, leaving no room for cking off.


    On personal skill levels, Millwall stood on par with their opponents across the board. Even with Monaco''s mounting pressure, Millwall maintained control over the match.


    Millwall didn''t engage in pointless passing to waste time but increased theirteral passes, forcing Monaco to struggle to maintain bnce. No matter how fast they moved, they couldn''t quite catch the ball.


    Each time Monaco exerted themselves fully, bing tired, Millwall capitalized with another dangerous push, creating even more threatening opportunities!


    When Monaco finally transitioned from defense to counter, they faced difficulty in building momentum due to fatigue, missing the opportunity to transition quickly and instead resorting to positional y, exactly what Millwall relished in��greed had them dancing into Millwall''s hands.


    The first half swiftly concluded with Millwall leading by one goal as they retreated to the locker room.


    At the end of the half, Aldridge focused on the defensive tasks in the second half. With 45 minutes left in the game, they were just one step away from reaching the finals. This means that even an all-out defense for the entire second half is a strategy worth considering.


    Tigana visibly adjusted his team''s tactics during the break and rallied the yers'' spirits.


    In the second half, Monaco shifted their y from rapid-fire offensive strategies to maintaining a steady rhythm, organizing cautious prative attacks through patient passing.


    However, Millwall intensified their defenses. Nedved nearly became a defensive midfielder, pushing Pirlo forward, while he and Makelele formed a robust double pivot to watch over transitions and let Pirlo orchestrate.


    Monaco struggled to prate, prompting them to resort to long-range shots as a way to threaten their opponents and try to draw Millwall''s defenders out.


    Millwall was unbothered by these attempts, remaining calm in the face of potential long shots. If their opponents could rely solely on two world-ss strikes to turn the game around, it would truly be a lucky day for Monaco.


    As the game hit the sixty-fifth minute, Tigana decided it was time to gamble.


    He subbed a striker for a defender, opting for a more straightforward, aggressive style.


    With this, Millwall saw their opponents'' defense be disjointed. Aldrich reced Pirlo with Back, adopting a three-defender system, attacking through the nks.


    In this exchange of offense and defense, Monaco''s attacks began to threaten. They patiently organized their ys forward but found that once within thirty yards of the goal, they either had to shoot from range in hopes of capitalizing on a rebound, like when Butt mishandles a save, or opt for crossing the ball��although today''s crosses couldn''t truly threaten Millwall''s goal, as Materazzi''s aerial prowess was undeniable.


    Millwall''s counterattacks gained momentum, and as their opponents began to push their formation forward, their threat grew. The disconnect between midfield and defense provided Millwall with the opportunity to exploit individual matchups.


    In a special counterattack, Gronkjar charged from the right wing, and an excellent opportunity was about to be created. He only waited for the forward to move into ce. However, Trezeguet was tightly defended by the opponent''s center back and could not arrive in time.


    Aldrich identified the problem and substituted Trezeguet with Shevchenko. In terms of speed, Shevchenko was quicker than Trezeguet!


    The switch paid dividends immediately as Shevchenko entered the fray. Gronkjaer received the ball on the right when an opponent shadowed him closely from behind. This time, he opted not to try to dribble past, but instead executed a direct through ball. Shevchenko broke into the right channel, charging forward with the ball. Monaco''s defense scrambled to recover, but as Shevchenko reached the edge of the penalty area, he positioned himself on the right, opting not to force a shot and instead delivered a low pass into the center, where Larsson was streaking in from the left.


    Barthez rushed out to challenge. Larsson faked a shot, deceiving Barthez, sidestepped the keeper, and easily slotted the ball into the empty!


    "Larsson seals the deal! He calmly dances past the goalkeeper and fires into an empty. Millwall leads 2-0 over Monaco with less than ten minutes remaining; unless Monaco scores three quick goals now, they''ll be denied entry into the finals!"


    After scoring, Larsson pointed at Shevchenko with a beaming smile. They embraced and then jogged toward the away fans, both of them waving in jubnt unison.


    The Lions'' supporters erupted in excitement, arms frantically waving back at Larsson, their faces flushed with joy.


    Aldrich turned to Jensen, embracing him tightly.


    **2-0**


    **2-0**


    "We are definitely heading to Amsterdam, and we shall set foot on the highest stage of continental clubpetitions!"


    This goal definitively crushed Monaco''s spirit. The possibility of scoring three in quick session now seemed highly improbable, particrly considering that if they continued ying like this, they might not be able to withstand the next offensive surge from Millwall.


    Two minutester, Aldridge reced Larson with Gattuso, further strengthening the defense.


    As time went on, Monaco''s offensive threat gradually weakened,Unable to achieve any results, Millwall slowed down the pace and consumed the remaining time.

 Chapter 314: Making History

    <h4>Chapter 314: Making History</h4>


    "In the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals, Monaco was beaten 0-2 by the Lions at the Stade Louis II. Ouch! What a heartbreaker for Monaco - they had every reason to hang their heads tonight! When you look at this game, Millwall really deserved this win. They disyed a rock-solid defense and counterattacked at lightning speed to beat Monaco to a pulp. Overlooked by many, Hall worked his magic and led Millwall to their first ever Champions League final next month! Guess what? They will go head-to-head with the legendary Real Madrid, a team that has won six Champions League titles! One team is making their debut, while the other are experts at it! Millwall will surely want to replicate Nottingham Forest''s miracle, while Madrid will be keen to return to glory after thirty-two years. What a showdown awaits us! Mark the date on your calendar!"


    As the final whistle blew, Millwall''s substitutes dashed onto the pitch, celebrating the joy of reaching the final with their starting yers.


    Aldrich let out a breath, closed his eyes to gather his thoughts, then opened them and strode over to Tigana.


    "Congrattions! Next month, it''s off to the Nethends. Honestly, I envy you and feel a bit frustrated, but you''ve truly earned my respect."


    Tigana maintained hisposure, warmly wishing Aldrich well.


    Aldrich humbly replied, "I simply yed my cards right."


    Tigana shook his head, smiling silently; the oue was clear, and there was no need to make excuses for his defeat.


    After shaking hands post-match, Aldrich turned to look at the field, where the jubnt yers from Millwall were celebrating, while the Monaco yers wore glum expressions.


    It felt almost likest year''s events reying themselves.


    In the semifinals, they eliminated the French rivals and then headed to the Nethends for the final.


    The only difference was the venue;st year it was Rotterdam, this year it was Amsterdam.


    Before the match began, during the handshake line, Henry had a chat with Trezeguet.


    The two long-time teammates from the national youth team faced the match with a victorious mindset.


    "Remember to check your mailbox next month," Trezeguet said before the match.


    Henry paused, surprised. "Why?"


    "I''ll send you tickets for the Champions League final, plus I''ll cover round-trip flights from France. You handle your own food and amodation."


    Trezeguet joked as he walked away shamelessly. As Henry processed this, he called out, "I''ll take the ne ticket, but you keep the final ticket for yourself. Don''t forget to bring your camera to snap some shots of me out on the pitch!"


    Their exchange brought smiles to teammates from both sides, and as the match kicked off, both teams threw themselves into the battle head-on.


    At the end of the game, Monaco retired. Henryy on the grass in defeat, looking at the night sky, recalling the opportunity to face the goalkeeper one-on-one in the first round, and his heart was filled with regret and special regret.


    Why hadn''t he been faster?


    Why?


    If only he''d moved a bit quicker, Southgate might not have had a chance to foul him, or perhaps he would have copsed inside the box, resulting in a red card for the opponent and a penalty for Monaco!


    If Monaco had managed to win the first leg away against Millwall, returning home, they would have been in a strong position, putting more pressure on Millwall to attack, allowing Monaco to counter and exploit their speed advantage even further!


    "Hey, get up! You should thank the home fans. The boss insists we do this after every away game; it''s a club tradition. Monaco should do the same."


    Henry opened his eyes to find Trezeguet, shirtless, bending down with his hand extended to him. They shook hands, and Trezeguet hoisted Henry up from the ground. With heartfelt sincerity, Henry sighed, "I really envy you��off to the final! If luck is on your side, you might even be Champions League winners."


    Trezeguet smiled broadly and replied, "What do you mean by ''if luck is on our side''? Good luck means we''ll be Champions League winners; bad luck means we''ll still be Champions League winners!"


    Henry chuckled softly, "I''m not sure where your confidencees from; after all, our final opponent is Real Madrid."


    "We don''t care who our final opponent is. Confidence? Maybe!"


    Trezeguet couldn''t help but gaze over at Aldrich, who was hugging Butt on the other side of the field.


    Henry followed his gaze, focusing on Aldrich''s back��the extraordinary young manager who was a year older than him. Oh, if he could win the Champions League, he would no longer just be remarkable; he''d be a legendary manager!


    Suddenly it dawned on him that his agent had mentioned that Millwall had shown interest in himst summer. Though formal negotiations between clubs never urred, there were hints of discussions between the managers and agents. Monaco had turned down Millwall''s advances because Tigana didn''t want to let him go.


    What he didn''t know was that Aldrich had pursued him three times. The first was in the summer of ''94, when Wenger refused to let him go while Aldrich signed Thuram from Monaco. The second was six monthster, when Aldrich again sought to acquire Henry after Wenger''s departure; Monaco rejected that offer too. The third time wasst summer during their private conversations.


    Before having an agent, Henry''s channels for information were closed off, while Aldrich was known for his discreet approach in the transfer market. He never resorted to media tforms to court yers, respecting club rtionships��hence, whether recruiting or transferring yers, Millwall operated with a strong sense of mystery and unpredictability. Spections would arise during transfer windows, but they rarely aligned with reality.


    Trezeguet hugged Henry before turning to thank the fans who hade to support them.


    Henry watched his friend walk away, feeling a sudden wave of mixed emotions.


    In terms of football backgrounds, Henry, who hailed from irefontaine, was a child of privilege, while Trezeguet had risen from the streets of Argentina, having yed for lower-tier teams before joining Millwall.


    Yet, in those four years at Millwall, Trezeguet had made rapid progress and was now on a promising trajectory, havingid a solid foundation in terms of skills, fitness, and match awareness.


    He had also collected a plethora of trophies, dominating the domestic scene in Ennd and adding des in Europeanpetitions, now boldly stepping towards the pinnacle of club honors...


    At the post-match press conference, Aldrich arrivedte. Today''s victory was significant, and he had lingered on the pitch longer than usual with his yers, while celebrations erupted in the locker room.


    French journalists in attendance felt down, while media from other countries were ted, and Fleet Street was ready to celebrate Millwall''s triumph!


    This marked the first time since the 1985 Heysel disaster that an English team had reached the Champions League final!


    After suffering a five-year ban from Europeanpetitions, English clubs faced challenges in the group stages and had struggled to make an impact. Last year, Manchester United reached the Champions League semifinals, and this year Millwall made it to the final, illustrating a clear upward trend.


    After a thirteen-year absence, Ennd was finally able to contend for the highest honor in European club football!


    Veteran journalists from Fleet Street couldn''t hide their emotions, astonished that Millwall��a team once notorious just four years ago��now carried the banner for English football in Europe.


    This triggered fond memories for many.


    Ennd had once ruled Europe without question, its clubs dominating an era much like Italy has in recent years. From 1975 to 1985, English clubs reached the Champions League final eight times, winning seven titles and finishing as runners-up on two asions, setting an unprecedented record.


    In reflecting on these memories, a number of Fleet Street journalists felt buoyed by confidence, convinced that the dark days for English football were behind them, and it was time to dere Ennd''s return to prominence in European football!


    The press conference turned into a heated debate and mutual mocking among the journalists.


    English reporters boasted that the Premier League would mount a challenge for the title of Europe''s top league, citing clear evidence in improved European performances and referencing the dominance of past English clubs in Europe.


    This prompted a strong reaction from the French journalists.


    "You won a match, and you''re already parading around��how conceited."


    They emphasized Real Madrid''s record of five consecutive titles and their eleven Champions League finals, iming those achievements wereparable to what English clubs managed from 1970 to the mid-1980s.


    Fleet Street journalists shot back: "The Champions League began in the 1950s as a glorified friendly tournament. Real Madrid''s five titles were impressive, but what have they done since? They made it to one final in thirty years and lost to Liverpool. In the recent thirty-year history of European football, Real Madrid has merely been a notable La Liga club."


    As tensions rose between the French and English journalists, onlookers found the press conference highly entertaining, watching the rival journalists pick at each other.


    Aldrich stayed silent as the two sides argued. Taking advantage of a pause, he asked, "Can I leave now?"


    "Not yet! Mr. Hall, what do you think?"


    Everyone wanted Aldrich''s opinion on the debate.


    Aldrich nced at the press officer present, who didn''t seem keen to let him go, despite exceeding the designated time.


    He reluctantly spoke up: "I have a friend who is rather vain. In the summer, she discovered a lovely dress in a boutique window and couldn''t stop talking about how beautiful she would look in it. I told her, ''But you haven''t tried it on yet.'' Later, I bought that dress for her, and when she wore it, I genuinely told her she looked beautiful. Gentlemen, farewell."


    Aldrich stood up and left the podium.


    There was a moment of silence in the room, whichsted about half a minute before chuckles began to bubble up among the international reporters, gradually growing louder.


    Fleet Street''s journalists, however, looked pale.


    Damn, Aldrich throwing shade!


    This young manager was quickly proving infuriating, delivering indirect but pointed remarks.


    Was he not just calling out Fleet Street journalists for their delusions?


    International reporters nodded in agreement: this young manager knew what was up��glory had not yet been secured, so why boast?


    Aldrich actually didn''t mind Fleet Street''s brashness; they represented English football''s voice, which was in line with their national character��arrogant and proud. After suffering through thirteen years of frustration, it was natural they''d want to vent off a little steam, even if they went overboard.


    Yet he understood the need to remain grounded. The Premier League''s resurgence was indeed a reality, but it was still far from the strength needed to challenge the top leagues in Europe.


    It was still a phase of catching up, and actual domination on a European scale was more than seven years ahead, after which, from 2004 onward, English clubs would see many reach the Champions League quarter-finals, semi-finals, and finals the most in history. Despite Barcelona iming three titles, the overall strength of the Premier League was evident while Europe was entering a new era dominated by financial power.


    Aldrich''s Millwall may have altered history, but he knew they couldn''t represent the entire Premier League''s strength. He had merely harnessed his innovative vision to build a super-team well ahead of time, not that the overall standard orpetitiveness of the Premier League had reached a qualitative leap.


    As Aldrich boarded the bus to the airport, Jensen had been sitting next to him, but today, Yvonne had taken his ce. She leaned threateningly close, ring at Aldrich while hissing through clenched teeth, "Do you really have a friend who''s so full of herself? I don''t remember that at all!"


    With that, she ruthlessly stomped on Aldrich''s foot...

 Chapter 315: The Final Countdown

    <h4>Chapter 315: The Final Countdown</h4>


    It was alreadyte at night when Aldrich returned to London. As he stepped out of the airport, he disbanded the team and hugged each yer one by one, repeatedly whispering in their ears, "Go home and rest well."


    However, many yers wouldn''t be able to sleep immediately upon returning home. The adrenaline was still pumping through their bodies, and they needed a significant "cooling-off period."


    On his way home, Aldrich pulled out his phone to respond to the congrattory messages from friends. Among them, Smith-Carter sent five messages in a row, each filled with excitement.


    Whether he was reaching out as a friend or as a representative of Standard Chartered Bank, Aldrich graciously epted their congrattions.


    Millwall''s advance to the Champions League final excited not only the fans but also the sponsors.


    When they reached the semifinals, the sponsors banded together in action. Even though Millwall didn''t guarantee a spot in the final, preparation was essential. If they waited until the results of today''s match were in to start nning the promotion, they would surely miss the best marketing window.


    Puma had nned tounch a new kit at the start of the season, which Millwall had officially declined. However, now they proposed to rush the production of a special Champions League final kit, and Millwall dly agreed. By the time of the match today, the samples for the final kit had already been created. If they eliminated Monaco, they would immediately go into mass production and be sold, with yers wearing the specially designed final kits in the match.


    The fans were very satisfied with Millwall''s performance, and even if they failed to defend their league title this year, they seemed even happier thanst year.


    After a brief surge of excitement, Aldrich suppressed his joy at reaching the final. He knew that if he let himself get carried away now, it could lead to an unforgettable regret.


    The next day at training, most of the main yers were given time off. They had returned homete, and when they would fall asleep was still uncertain. Even if they showed up for training the next day, their performance would likely be ineffective. Aldrich always emphasized the bnce between work and rest, and he never hesitated to give his yers time off when it was needed.


    The outstanding performance in Europeanpetitions had inadvertently raised the pressure on the younger yers in the team, but perhaps it also motivated them. They were particrly focused and serious during training today, hardly exchanging casual words, fully immersed in their practice. The league match this weekend would be their opportunity to shine.


    With three league matches remaining, Aldrich already had a n. He decided to let the substitutes y in this weekend''s match and the ending game, while the main yers would start in the middle game to keep their rhythm and maintain match fitness. This way, the main yers would have nearly half a month to prepare for the Champions League final. Although they could typically let the main yers y in the final game, Aldrich didn''t want to take risks; the unpredictability of that match could lead to huge setbacks, and he couldn''t risk injuring his starters.


    When the yers trained diligently, the coaches had a significantly easier time.


    Dressed in sports gear, Aldrich chatted with Ben��tez at the sidelines. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and both were in good spirits. Aldrich looked up at the azure sky with pride and murmured, "Just one step away from the peak of Europe!"


    That was a legendary height, a ce only a few select managers could reach��a football hall of fame. Had Aldrich never dreamed of it? No, he had yearned for it day and night!


    Now, they were just one step away!


    "But that step may not be as close as it seems," Ben��tez replied with a smile.


    Aldrich nodded, sighing, "Yeah, so near yet so far. The oue will be decided in two hours. Rafael, you''re leaving, right?"


    Ben��tez answered, "Your insight is impressive. Yes, I n to return to Spain this summer and take over a second division team."


    "Without you, my workload will increase again."


    "With Millwall''s reputation, you could easily hire plenty of capable assistant coaches."


    "Here at the club, everyone has their role, but it''s not just about work. I will miss the time we spent meticulously preparing for every match together."


    "So will I."


    Aldrich had anticipated Ben��tez''s n to leave. He wasn''t one to be trapped in this role; over the past two years, Ben��tez had broadened his horizons, gaining experiences he could never have witnessed with Real Madrid''s B team.


    He had also regained confidence after a rocky start to his coaching career, developing his own football philosophy; in this industry, simply copying others wouldn''t lead to great sess. Top figures in coaching each possess their unique style, even among those whoe from the same football lineage, and each sessful team leaves its distinct mark.


    Aldrich would wish Ben��tez well in his return to Spain, while also secretly wondering: where would they meet again?


    The time and ce may be uncertain, but it would surely be as rivals, and that scene would be particrly interesting.


    In the weekend league match, Millwall effortlessly defeated a Southampton team that had just secured survival, with a score of 2-0. In the same round, Arsenal beat Barnsley away 2-0, and Manchester United triumphed over Crystal Pce with a 3-0 victory. Millwall''s chances of winning the championship had be nearly negligible, and hopes for a more realistic second ce were also waning, especially as Manchester United extended their goal difference.


    At the end of April, with no games scheduled, Millwall officially called a press conference. Reporters from Fleet Street crowded in, eager to see what news Millwall might announce.


    Before arriving, journalists exchanged rumors and whispered inquiries.


    Is a yer being transferred?


    Likest year''s Stam incident!


    Unlikely.


    What yer would dare tomunicate privately with other clubs at this time? That would surely attract public outrage. Last year''s Stam incident left a deep impression; there wasn''t a yer who wouldn''t want to partake in the Champions League final. Even those who weren''t regr starters would want to travel to the Nethends with the team; if they were relegated to the reserves, they might miss out!


    Everyone guessed but couldn''t pinpoint the actual news.


    So, filled with curiosity, they hurried to Millwall''s offices.


    At the press conference, Aldrich was absent, leaving Yvonne to take the stage.


    The setup for the conference was different from before; after the journalists sat down, they faced arge television screen mounted on the wall at the front of the room.


    Yvonne stood beside it, smiling charmingly as she announced, "Today''s press conference is themed around theunch of Millwall''s Champions League final kit and two promotional videos for the match, as well as the announcement of the Millwall Youth Charity Cup."


    The reporters exchanged nces, suddenly feeling they had been duped.


    It turned out Millwall had called them in to help with their publicity.


    But since they were there, they thought they might as well see it through; after all, it was still news. Jotting down notes would suffice for their bosses and add some substance to the newspapers.


    The Champions League final kit was a deep blue, as Real Madrid would sport their traditional white kit. Millwall wasn''t concerned; their home and away kits this year were deep blue and ck, so there simply wouldn''t be a sh.


    This special edition Champions League final kit altered the cor style, and had the image of the famous trophy embroidered on the sleeves, indicating the year: 1998.


    There weren''t any major changes, but adding the Champions League elements could generate profits for the club and excite the sponsors.


    The journalists snapped photos of the special edition kit, and then Yvonne used a remote control to operate the screen, introducing, "This is the first promotional video for the Champions League final, enjoy!"


    Most of the reporters wore uninterested expressions, just going through the motions for Millwall''s sake. However, when the promotional video began, they instantly perked up: this was a grand production, definitely not some low-quality small project!


    The video opened with a quick montage of scenes showcasing Millwall''s East Londonmunity, featuring clips of children ying football, fans watching matches, and yers training... The final shot was an aerial view of The Den, enhanced with special effects that subtly disyed the blue lion from Millwall''s crest, creating an awe-inspiring visual.


    After the first part ended with a ck screen, stirring music erupted, and the scene shifted to thrilling shots of goals being scored, presented in a stunningly dramatic fashion.


    The goals were edited together perfectly, with hardly a second passing before a new goal shed on screen, like a machine gun firing, stirring emotions among viewers.


    As the goal montage came to an end, slow-motion footage of yers celebrating appeared, vividly disying their facial features and showcasing their unique masculine charms through special effects.


    Larsson, Trezeguet, Nedv��d, and Shevchenko were the four main characters.


    Then the video shifted to a fast-paced series of highlights showcasing Pirlo and Back''s brilliant passes, Mak��l��l�� and Gattuso''s tackles, Schneider, Capdev, and Zambrotta''s sharp assists, as well as Southgate and Helguera''s fierce defense, and Butt''s spectacr saves, with additional stunning moments from some substitutes.


    This kind of highlights, done with a slightly faster speed, was particrly eye-catching.


    Next, the video returned to The Den, this time shown from a t angle. Shadows began to appear on the field; it was Millwall''s starting lineup, arranged in a V-shape, wearing the special edition Champions League final kits. Behind them were the substitute yers, forming arge V formation.


    The scene shifted again to a dark space where a man was depicted from the chest down, neatly tying his tie before grabbing a suit, shaking his shoulders as he slid into the jacket.


    The scene changed once more to the yer tunnel at The Den, where this well-dressed, blonde-maned man emerged from the shadows, standing at the front of the V-formation, turning around with a serious expression and keen eyes��Millwall''s young manager: Aldrich.


    Following this, the footage switched back to fans cheering from the stands, showcasing a montage of ssic support moments, featuring the crowd in slow motion as they passionately rallied behind the team.


    Finally, the video returned once more to The Den, with Aldrich leading the team in a V formation, as fans gradually appeared in the empty stands, waving Millwall gs, filling the entire frame with energy and impact.


    On the pitch, bold, shimmering words emerged.


    **Final Showdown in Amsterdam!**


    After the promotional video ended, there was a moment of silence in the venue, followed by apuse from the reporters who began discussing excitedly.


    Millwall''s production of this promotional video was incredibly exhrating!


    Moreover, from themunity culture at the beginning to the fans appearing as the "twelfth man" at the end, if you removed the "Final Showdown in Amsterdam" title, this promotional video could easily serve as Millwall''s season trailer��of course, provided that the yers featured wore the Millwall jerseys.

 Chapter 316: The Charity Cup Initiative

    <h4>Chapter 316: The Charity Cup Initiative</h4>


    As the journalists buzzed with excitement, a BBC reporter suddenly raised her hand and directed a question at Yvonne. "Can our TV station air this promotional video?"


    Yvonne immediately smiled and replied, "Of course, any media tform can use it. We will y it on our official station and website, and it will also be avable for free download."


    Upon receiving this answer, the BBC reporter nodded in understanding.


    This eye-catching promotional video, while having the potential to serve as an ad for Millwall, could also boost their viewership. They wouldn''t air it exclusively as that would make it feel just like an ad; instead, they would feature it in various football programs to enhance overall ratings.


    Other TV stations such as ITV are aware of this, after all, they can be downloaded for free online and Millwall are not concerned about copyright issues. The purpose of creating a promotional video like this is to spread it as widely as possible. Unless other teams try to copy their work, there won''t be any legal bacsh.


    Yvonne gestured for everyone to settle down and cheerfully announced, "We have another promotional video for you. Please enjoy!"


    This time, the attendees no longer had a dismissive attitude and quieted down in anticipation.


    As the second promotional video began, a strange feeling washed over everyone.


    Did Millwall get it wrong?


    An animated video?


    The promotional video opened with a ssic animated style, rolling out a map of Europe, then zooming down to focus on the Thames in Southeast London.


    From a dense forest, a cute blue cub leapt out, basking in the sunshine amidst blooming flowers. It yfully chased butterflies until it suddenly looked east, seemingly drawn by something, and then took off running.


    As it ran, its small body began to grow, gaining speed and creating a whirlwind of wind behind it. The camera cut to its determined eyes, then zoomed into its pupils, revealing a scene that grew from small torge, eventually filling the entire screen.


    That scene was the historic first match of Millwall in the Champions League against PSV Eindhoven, with Larsson scoring the goal.


    As Larsson found the, passionatementary echoed: "Larsson has scored a milestone goal in Millwall''s history! This is their debut in the Champions League, and their very first goal!"


    The shots switched to goals against Dynamo Kyiv, Barcelona, each apanied by thementator''s thrilling calls.


    Against Juventus: "Pirlo! Pirlo has scored the winner against Juventus! What ast-minute goal!"


    Against Monaco: "Trezeguet opens the scoring, and Millwall is one step closer to the final!"


    ...


    After intense highlights, the scene cut back to animation, revealing an expansive sea glimmering under the sunlight, waves sparkling beautifully. The blue lion had transformed from a cub into a majestic adult, exuding themanding presence of a king of the jungle.


    In front of this beautiful seasidendscape, the blue lion embarked on another sprint, suddenly encountering a crystalline path leading eastward. As it ran forward, a vision of a castle appeared on the horizon, suspended above it was a dazzling trophy sparkling in the sun!


    The UEFA Champions League!


    As the blue lion reached the castle, looking up at the trophy with a determined gaze, the sky darkened suddenly. A giant figure appeared at the opposite end of the castle, equally fixated on the trophy. With a tremendous roar, the blue lion leapt toward it, while the white giant stomped forward, shaking the ground. Just as they were about to reach the trophy, the video abruptly cut off, and metallic letters materialized boldly in the center of the screen:


    **1998-5-**


    **The Battle of Kings!**


    "Wow..."


    When the second promotional video ended, the room erupted in apuse.


    At that moment, the journalists felt their trip was worth it, and they were d they came.


    The earlier doubts about being yed by Millwall disappeared entirely.


    There was no denying it��Millwall''s animated promotional video was both stunning and captivating.


    And the message was clear.


    Each battle led to their growth.


    To the east of Ennd, across the sea lies the Nethends.


    Amsterdam is a city of water; using a castle at sea represented that perfectly.


    The white giant at the end undoubtedly hinted at Real Madrid, although without any elements like the emblem or name that might have drawn their ire. Such artistic choices proved to be effective, creating a seamless viewing experience.


    After seeing the video, anticipation for the May match built up naturally.


    The reason Millwall chose this animated format was simple: to capture the attention of young fans.


    The animated film "The Lion King," released in ''94, was beloved by a generation of youths, leaving asting impact. Millwall mirrored this approach; when football-loving kids see such an animated promotional video, they would naturally start paying attention to Millwall. They won''t always be kids; while still young, these impressions could nt seeds of loyalty in their minds. Not every child who watches this video will be a Millwall fan, but certainly, it would yield more fans than without such exposure.


    The number of fans is a vital measure of a football club''s influence, which in turn trantes intomercial strength.


    During Aldrich''s era, Millwall has undergone a transformation, yet changing the steadfast beliefs of older fans would be challenging. Instead, he aimed to "capture" the younger generation and neutral fans, just as he built the team��others focus on star yers, while he gravitated towards the legends. It wasn''t that he didn''t wish for current stars; he was just constrained by reality, which mirrored the challenges of the fan market.


    But he was young, so he had patience. In this budding era of streaming media, he aimed to maximize market presence, especially online, where young people were the main demographic. Millwall''s promotional focus aligned with this strategy.


    After enjoying the two exciting promotional videos, Yvonne announced a significant piece of news to the journalists.


    "Starting this summer, Millwall will hold an annual one-month Youth Football Charity Cup. Teams can join in variouspositions, but participants must be under 15 years old. City champions will be determined regionally, and the winners will gather in London for the finals. The city champion will receive ��2,000, the regional champion ��3,000, and the final champion ��10,000, while the runner-up will earn ��5,000. Finally, Millwall will donate ��500,000 to children''s charities in the name of the champion team! Prize amounts and donations may increase based on future circumstances, and the FA will manage the organization, while costs will be covered by three sponsors."


    A reporter started a round of apuse, and others quickly followed suit.


    Regardless, Millwall''smitment to charity under the club''s name was a move sure to earn apuse.


    It''s worth noting that they still bore debts exceeding ��100 million!


    This initiative set a precedent, further rehabilitating Millwall''s past reputation of being a club riddled with hooliganism.


    The n for the charity cup had been discussed between Aldrich and Adam the previous summer, taking over six months to finalize.


    Initially, the FA had a spectator''s stance, but CEO Kelly soon realized this could serve as a public rtions win!


    The FA needed to be involved.


    Millwall needed funds to enhance its public image and influence, but simply having money wasn''t enough; they required people and time.


    How to arrange the matches, who would officiate, and coordinating schedules were all things Millwall couldn''t manage alone.


    But the FA could��they would organize the events, take charge of the referees, and Millwall found three partners to handle the rted costs.


    Although this was a U15 non-professional tournament, once it involved charity, sponsors would flock to it. The costs were rtively low since there were plenty of football fields in every city, and organizing a group of kids to y wouldn''t be expensive. Referees would also be mostly amateur, and for the finals in London, they could bring in some noteworthy referees for recognition without incurring heavy costs.


    Millwall was happy to be the hands-off operator; while the donation would be made under the champion team''s name, it was clear to everyone that Millwall was footing the bill. Coupling that with a named event ensured they captured maximum exposure. Aldrich also hoped that through this annualpetition, they could scout for young talents, just like a draft, hoping to unearth future stars for Millwall.


    The structure for this charity cup was determined, with the timing set in the summer each year, even coinciding with majorpetition years wouldn''t matter. After all, it was just a bunch of kids under 15 ying football; there was no way they would sh with national teams.


    Thus, Millwall seized this opportunity to enhance its image and build goodwill across various cities in Ennd, initiating their climb to rival Manchester United for the title of the premier fan market. Though still just the beginning.


    Millwall''s press conference amidst the midweek lull concluded perfectly, with reporters leaving thoroughly satisfied.


    That very night, a football program aired Millwall''s promotional videos. Soon, the most talked-about feature in Britain was Millwall''s two promotional pieces.


    These videos cost the club nearly ��1 million. Despite their short duration, totaling under 8 minutes, the exceptional effects came at a steep price for the production team, especially with tight deadlines requiring extra work.


    The poprity of these videos sparked a wave of support from neutral fans for Millwall while also drawing criticism from some traditional supporters.


    They felt that Millwall, like Manchester United, was on a full-onmercialization path, a departure from traditional football!


    Are you ying football or shooting a film?


    Dressing up the club''s image like a mboyant girl seeking attention was all about making money, wasn''t it?


    Aldrich dismissed the harsh critiques from extreme traditionalists. Whether this approach was right or wrong, only time would tell. Or perhaps when the number of Millwall supporters surged again, the answer would already be evident.

 Chapter 317: Desperate Manchester United

    <h4>Chapter 317: Desperate Manchester United</h4>


    May 9th, 3 PM


    This was a traditional kickoff time for the Premier League. The league had yet to cater to the Asian market with earlier start times, but that change wasing. When it did, it would likely draw strong criticism from local fans, as the new kickoff time would fall right in their lunch hour.


    For the 38th round of the Premier League, all ten matches were set to kick off simultaneously.


    In the previous round, Millwall had sent their strongest squad to secure a narrow 2-0 victory against Sheffield Wednesday. The main goal for the yers was to fine-tune their form, and with their opponent already safe from relegation, they were content as long as the match didn''t end in a humiliating defeat. Sheffield Wednesday could breathe a sigh of relief; they knew Millwall was not going to go all out to ovee their goal difference with Manchester United. If it had turned into a real fight, Sheffield Wednesday would have surely put up a fierce showing, even if they couldn''t win outright.


    Aldridge never entertained the ridiculous idea of ??extending his goal difference against Sheffield Wednesday. In the Premier League, achieving high scores even if the strength of the teams is uneven requires certain conditions - the strong teams are in the lead, and the weak teams fall into aggression. As Sheffield Wednesday celebrate their victory at home against relegation, Millwall should proceed with caution. If they push for a third or fourth goal, the opposition may retaliate, potentially injuring several Millwall yers. Such a move is not intentional, but the game will definitely be fierce and bring fiercepetition; after all, every club has its own dignity, and dignity is important.


    In other games of the day, Manchester United defeated Leeds United 3-0 and Arsenal defeated Everton 4-0. Millwall''s hopes of defending their title were effectively gone, leaving only the possibility of finishing second. Even if they want to win the runner-up title, Millwall must not only defeat Manchester United at home, but also win by six goals...


    The final round of the Premier League didn''t promise much excitement, as only two matches impacted the relegation battle. Barnsley and Crystal Pce had already been relegated, while Everton and Bolton were vying for thest safe spot, a mere point apart, with Bolton holding the advantage.


    The championship would be decided between Manchester United and Arsenal, who were separated by just a point, with Arsenal leading the way.


    The genuine trophy was sent to Vi Park for Arsenal''s sh with Aston Vi. If Arsenal won, their title would be secured.


    A replica trophy was delivered to the Lions'' Den, prepared for Manchester United.


    Today, Aldrich seemed unusually calm. He had addressed the yers in the locker room before the match.


    "Arsenal is our local derby rival. If they lose or draw and Manchester United wins today, they will celebrate the championship in our home ground. This is uneptable for our fans and for me. I don''t wish for Arsenal to win the title, but I cannot allow Manchester United to raise that trophy at our stadium."


    If today''s opponent hadn''t been Manchester United, there would have been no pressing need for Aldrich to put pressure on the yers. But the current circumstances forced him to make them aware of the consequences of losing.


    Since Aldrich took charge, no team had ever managed to beat Millwall twice in a single league season, though they did suffer a double defeat to Newcastle United in cuppetitions��but that hardly mattered.


    If they were to lose at home to Manchester United today, Millwall would end nearly two years of unbeaten home fixtures, also being double defeated in the league and possibly witnessing their rivals celebrate the championship on their own turf. That was entirely intolerable, and they needed to avoid that scenario at all costs.


    After shaking hands with Ferguson, Aldrich returned to the bench, appearing calm and collected as he watched the match unfold.


    Manchester United had surrendered the top spot, which they had held for most of the season, to Arsenal. Who could they me?


    In the first half of the season, they had even triumphed over the reigning champions, but they hadn''t anticipated Arsenal''s resurgence in the second half.


    And indeed, Arsenal had exploded onto the scene.


    In the second half of the season, they recorded an astonishing record of 15 wins, 2 draws, and 1 loss, umting 47 points.


    If Arsenal can show such a state in the first half of the season, they can score around 95 points even without taking into ount the results of the final round of the league.


    Clearly, Wenger''s Arsenal unleashed incredible power after maturing.


    Such a phenomenon isn''t rare; it often urs when a team transitions into a new tactical phase, resulting in an impressive winning streak��just like Millwall''s 18-match winning runst year.


    The principle of "changing the manager is like changing knives" is illustrated here. When a new manageres in, yers respond wholeheartedly; the new tactics spark fresh energy, leading to a spell of good performance. But when that peak subsides��as opposition teams adjust their strategies, exhaustion sets in, and other factorse into y��the team may fall back towards mediocrity.


    Millwall had performed well in the second half of the season too, with a record of 13 wins, 3 draws, and 2 losses, amassing 42 points��and that was before the final match. Had they performed like this in the first half, they would have harvested around 85 points, which would have been championship-winning form in recent seasons. The only issue was that they had too many draws in the first half and had lost two matches.


    Yet, the team''s upward trend was evident, especially in the second half when key yers were off on European duty, with ster league results achievedrgely by the substitutes.


    In contrast, Manchester United had notably dropped in performance during the second half of the season, slipping from a 10-point lead to now trail by a single point, now sitting just 3 points ahead of Millwall. What was missing for Manchester United? The consensus was that after Cantona''s retirement, they had lost a spiritual leader. Keane was the heir apparent, but his absence through injury in the second half had a concrete impact on United''s results.


    Ferguson''s anxiety was palpable as he appeared tense and unable to rx.


    It was understandable; who would feel good about relinquishing the title after leading for so long and then losing the championship''s destiny in the final match?


    "The final round of the 1997-98 Premier League season is about to kick off. This focal battle at the Lions'' Den seesst season''s champions, Millwall, going up against the runners-up, Manchester United, who still harbor championship aspirations. The media has provided various analyses regarding the title race. If Arsenal wins, they secure the championship; if they draw and Manchester United fails to win, Arsenal still takes the title. If Arsenal loses, United must also lose for Arsenal to win. Such a scenario is a contrasting one for Manchester United. Their title hopes don''t hinge solely on defeating Millwall at the Lions'' Den, but given Arsenal''s current form, the odds of them losing away to Aston Vi are slim."


    "Martin, I think discussing scenarios is pointless. No team wins the league easily. To be champions, one must disy the courage and determination to do so! Arsenal wants the title, and so does Manchester United. Are they really going to adjust their tempo based on the other game''s oues in the final match? No way! They need to forget about the points and strive for victory��that''s what championship teams do. The odds may be against United, but if they are too focused on whether Arsenal will lose or draw, how can they channel their full force to win and chase the title?"


    "Ha! Andy, you''re right. United needs to focus on beating Millwall first, but it seems Hall isn''t keen on letting the Red Devils walk away with an easy victory. Though he''s fielded an entirely backup squad against United''s first team today, Hall''s lineup indicates a determined effort to take down Manchester United. His 4-3-1-2 formation includes hard-hitting midfielders like Gattuso, Lampard, and Back, supported by a solid backline with Materazzi and Ferdinand, making it difficult to view this team as mere substitutes."


    "Indeed, Hall may have conceded the league this season, but I see it as a fruitful season,ying the groundwork for a better tomorrow. Many of the young yers have grown through the matches, and the gap in strength between the starters and substitutes is narrowing. Millwall has be a stronger team; they have learned frompeting on multiple fronts. Last season, they suffered due to their opponents'' tactics of tightly organized defenses that exposed their vulnerabilities, yet significant improvement is evident. Their outstanding performance in Europeanpetitions backs that up; their second-half performance exceeded that of the first half, all achieved while bncing European responsibilities."


    ...


    Aldrich lounged on the sidelines, propping his chin up with his hand, his demeanor rxed as he observed the game with nonchnce.


    From the get-go, Manchester United took the initiative,unching relentless attacks but failing to convert pressure into goals.


    Millwall, after adjusting their strategy in the second half of the season and with Aldrich ying psychological games, saw their backups gain invaluable experience��especially in defense, which had now sharpened. Today, they focused even more on their defensive y. The three midfielders were active, tough in their challenges, and frequently fell back to protect their goal. United was left resorting to crossing from the wings, with zero shots on target, struggling to find good chances even for long-range attempts.


    Today''s attacking midfielder was Ronaldinho, partnered up front with Gudjohnsen and Van Nistelrooy.


    Millwall''s transition from defense to attack was direct and efficient. Ronaldinho was everywhere, passing the ball whenever possible. If the forward is marked, he will solve the problem himself. After all, Nics Butt was the only United midfielder to defend as Millwallunched a ferocious counter-attack.


    The Manchester United yers were putting in the effort today, but the attacking line just wasn''t delivering.


    Andy Cole and Solskj?r were on the front line today.


    The baby-faced striker had struggled with injuries this season, leading to pitiful goal numbers. The summer signing, Sheringham, had also failed to impress in front of goal. With such a talented midfield, what was Manchester United still missing?


    If Ferguson had asked Aldrich, he would have dly pointed out: Dwight Yorke.


    What they needed was a lethalbination of a ymaker and a finisher like Yorke.


    Of course, based on the original history, Manchester United and York will join forces soon.


    Aldrich would not undermine his own interests by blocking such a move. The yers he signed were nned additions; Millwall wasn''t at the stage of some clubs buying yers just to keeppetitors from getting them.


    Manchester United continuously relied on their wing y to attack dangerous areas, but they always fell short at thest moment. Solskj?r''s form since returning from injury has been less than impressive.


    Seeing his former beloved yer struggling on the pitch despite his efforts, Aldrich could not help but let out a soft sigh.


    As the first half was drawing to a close, United pressed forward, looking to mount one final attack. Gary Neville surged forward to assist, but his cross was intercepted perfectly by Materazzi. Then, Millwall turned the tables and fired back at United!


    Ronaldinho received the ball and made ateral dribble to create space, connecting with Gudjohnsen for a clever one-two. After beating Bart outside the box, he linked up with Van Nistelrooy for another quick one-two, effortlessly slicing through United''s defense. Ronaldinho surged into the box, and faced with a rushing Schmeichel, he skillfully rolled the shot into the far corner.


    After scoring, Ronaldinho celebrated by shaking his head and performing his signature gesture to the fans in the stands. The Lions'' Den erupted in cheers; they adored this Brazilian, whose magical footwork, agile moves, and joyful celebrations had every Millwall fan convinced: Ronaldinho was destined to be the next king of Millwall!


    Manchester United fans, having traveled to support their team, held their heads in despair. Their expressions were a mirror image of Ferguson''s, a painful mix of anger and distress.


    Had they not lost at home to Arsenal, would they have felt the need to attack Millwall so aggressively in their final game? Such reckless tactics only left them open to counterattacks, while the opposing team''s jubnt celebrations felt like a humiliating p in the face.

 Chapter 318: Kicking Away Manchester United’s Championship

    <h4>Chapter 318: Kicking Away Manchester United''s Championship</h4>


    As the halftime whistle blew in the Premier League finale, Aldrich was the first to head back to the dressing room. The tactics remained unchanged, but he urged the team to control the tempo of the midfield in the second half, taking advantage of Manchester United''s eagerness to equalize and strike back effectively.


    In a matchup like this, thest thing you want is for your opponent to guess your intentions. It was no secret that Manchester United would be on the attack from the outset, much like how Millwall approached their earlier encounter, which led to a desperate need to close the gap in points. United''s defensive posture became weaker on the road, as they poured more energy into their attack. While the pressure from a direct assault was immense, the pressure on their defense would also increase with counterattacks.


    With the second half underway, the yers returned to the field while Aldrich remained seated on the bench,pletely calm.


    Ferguson, on the other hand, couldn''t sit still. From the moment the second half started, he was on the sidelines, directing his yers'' movements and urging them to continuously attack Millwall''s defense.


    The Red Devils were going all out,unching a desperate counterattack.


    Millwall, however, stayedposed. Manchester United''s golden wings were making their presence felt on the nks, but thankfully, their frontline wasn''t creating much danger.


    United''s three forwards��Cole, Solskjaer, and the benched Sheringhambined for fewer than 40 goals this season, which was less than 60% of Manchester''s total goals. With Sheringham averaging fewer than 0.3 goals per game, there wasn''t much to praise there. Solskjaer, despite battling injuries this season, had a scoring rate simr to Sheringham''s, but Cole was performing well with 16 goals and still had a shot at bing the Premier League''s top scorer��if he could pull off a hat trick today.


    Millwall, distracted by their European campaign, saw their top scorers, Larsson and Shevchenko, stuck at 18 and 17 goals, respectively, while Trezeguetgged behind with 15. The attacking trio had a significant drop in goalspared tost year, but their efficiency remained remarkable based on ying time.


    By the sixtieth minute, the crowd began to buzz with excitement.


    The Lions'' fans were rxed, enjoying the match. To be honest, if they dared think about the title race, they felt a conflict of emotions and chose to push it aside.


    Close to three thousand United fans were in attendance, many of whom purchased tickets from the ck market, making scalpers quite wealthy.


    Then, in the away section of the stands, a ripple swept through the United fans as they received thetest news and began a louder wave of support.


    "Heh, someone scored in Vi Park."


    "Let me guess, it wasn''t Arsenal. Otherwise, the United fans wouldn''t react like this."


    "Exactly, Aston Vi is leading Arsenal 1-0 at home. Wenger''s team has been on the fast track since the second half of the season, but they seem to have gotten too tense at this critical moment and fallen behind."


    "They''re in a simr boat as United. Winning is the safest bet; a draw isn''t reliable, and on the road, they might get overwhelmed and hit back by Vi��who excels at that kind of y."


    "United has reason to be happy. If they can equalize and the score stays the same in Vi Park, they''ll share points with Arsenal and im the Premier League title on goal difference!"


    The coaching staff at United also got the news, and Ferguson urged his yers to put in even more effort!


    The Millwall yers who yed today were originally their substitutes. It would bepletely uneptable if United cannot win this game.


    Now that Aston Vi was lending a hand, a draw would give the Red Devils a glimmer of hope for the championship. If United managed to score, Arsenal would inevitably feel the blow, perhaps giving Vi the chance to more goals.


    United surrounded Millwall''s goal with a barrage of attacks. With expectations running high for their strikers, they relied on the wings and Scholes'' individual skills. Giggs threatened frequently with his cuts from the side, and Beckham took a few long-range shots. Scholes often pushed forward after orchestrating ys, nearly indistinguishable from the forwards.


    Millwall faced constant danger in front of their goal. Keller, out of practice, performed well. Since bing Millwall''s second-choice goalkeeper, he had worked hard withoutint but hadn''t yed since their elimination in the FA Cup��a long interval. However, his condition was good; he didn''t make any mistakes on the critical saves.


    From the sixty-third to the seventieth minute, United''s whirlwind attacks yielded no results. As they pressed harder, Millwall found more opportunities to counterattack.


    In the seventy-second minute, Scholes'' long-range shot was blocked by Ferdinand, who deflected it with his shoulder. United yers appealed for a penalty, but the referee ignored them and turned to run back to United''s half as the ball fell to Back, triggering a Millwall counterattack.


    Butt kept his eye on Ronaldinho, but instead of passing it to him, Back found the rapidly advancing Lampard.


    With United vulnerable in midfield due to theirck of defense, Butt retreated step-by-step in the direction of Ronaldinho. Lampard surged ahead, untracked by any defenders. Beckham sprinted back frantically just as he was about to reach him. Lampard passed the ball to Gudjohnsen, who was dropping back.


    The dic striker controlled the ball without hurrying forward. When Back arrived from the opposite side, heid it off to him.


    At this point, five Millwall yers pressed into United''s penalty area, and United defended with five men. But through well-executed passes and movements, Millwall sessfully prated the opponent''s defense.


    Back aimed to break inside the box, forcing Butt to vacate his position on Ronaldinho. The moment Butt shifted, Back passed to Ronaldinho, positioned centrally.


    Ronaldinho took a step back as if to unleash a powerful long shot, prompting the United defenders to close in. Stam was quick to challenge, but Ronaldinho deftly faked the shot and instead made a key pass that rolled right past Stam. Gudjohnsen''s clever run drew Palister''s focus, and as Palister leaned in, Gudjohnsen smoothly slid the ball through to the awaiting Van Nistelrooy, who was perfectly timed to beat the offside trap. With Schmeichel rushing toward him, Van Nistelrooy sted the ball home from close range!


    "Van Nistelrooy scores! With ten league goals this season despite limited y, he''s showing just how deep Millwall''s attacking talent runs, especiallypared to United''s struggling forwards! The score is now 2-0, and United is sensing defeat. Meanwhile, it''s still 1-0 at Vi Park. What a dramatic day in the Premier League! If United had known Arsenal would falter, they might not have pushed so hard today. But who can see the future? This brings back memories of two years ago, doesn''t it? Andy, what do you think?"


    "Haha, are you talking about Millwall''s match at St. James'' Park two years ago? Newcastle was almost champions but ended up losing to Millwall at home. Keegan''s title dream was brutally crushed by Hall''s foot. It looks like United might be facing a simr fate today!"


    Aldrich stood up with a calm expression, calling over Duff and Van der Meyde, who had warmed up. With less than ten minutes remaining, he still wanted to ensure both understood the tactical instructions, specifically how to stay cool and y in this high-stakes match.


    No matter how much time was left or how the game was unfolding, substitutes had to perform well.


    Millwall''s substitutions were made rapidly��not dragging out time��since Aldrich reced two yers at once.


    Gudjohnsen and Back came off.


    Given that Back was the first-choice substitute in the Champions League and had yed for over 70 minutes today, he needed to preserve some energy.


    Ferguson made his changes as well, bolstering his attack with Sheringham in ce of Palister.


    Manchester United was really desperate and changed to a 3-4-3 formation, leaving only four defenders in the defense. No one other than Stam could handle Millwall''s attack with confidence in one-on-one situations.


    In contrast, Millwall changed to a 4-2-3-1 formation.


    United was all in, and Aldrich knew that with the second goal, there would be no turning back for them. As for Millwall, with over 15 minutes still on the clock, defending wasn''t the best choice. Switching to a counter-attacking style with a more actively positioned 4-2-3-1 setup would be more suitable.


    Five minutes after United''s substitutions, they bore fruit.


    Beckham attempted a chipped shot at the far corner from the right side of the penalty area, but the ball crashed against the crossbar and bounced down.


    With one extra forward, Millwall struggled to adjust their marking, letting one of United''s forwards slip through. The ball deflected onto the second opportunity, highlighting a weak spot in their defense, and United''s forward quickly slotted it home.


    "Solskj?r! He pulled one back for the team with around ten minutes left. United only needs one more goal to equalize, while the score at Vi Park remains unchanged. United has surged back from the brink of death; at least, they see a glimmer of hope!"


    After scoring, Solskj?r hugged the ball and ran back while his teammates sprinted after him, catching their breath and encouraging one another.


    After conceding the goal, Aldrich remainedposed at the sidelines. He gestured for his team to stay calm and not to panic.


    Millwall have nothing to worry about. Even if Manchester United equalizes and takes the title, it will be thanks to Arsenal''s failure.


    With little time remaining, after Millwall restarted y, United charged forward aggressively, forcing Millwall''s defenders to often clear the ball long.


    Aldrich never prohibited his yers from clearing the ball; even though they usually yed a possession-based style, one couldn''t be inflexible towards the game.


    Materazzi''s clearances were high and far, and Aldrich admired this maneuver.


    Such clearances allowed yers to alleviate some psychological pressure while exhausting United''s yers sprinting back. Although not all yers rushed back, at least they created space, giving Millwall time to reorganize and disrupt United''s shape.


    As the match entered thest five minutes of regr time, United repeatedly lifted high balls into the box. Millwall adjusted rapidly after conceding, with Lampard dropping deeper on defense while both full-backs contracted inward.


    Neville burst up to assist, intending to connect with Beckham''s pass, but was intercepted by Zambrotta, who promptly fed Duff.


    Duff sent a pass to Ronaldinho, who yed it forward to the left nk. Duff sprinted past midfield, full of pace as he received the ball near the sideline. With only three United defenders remaining, including the keeper, Millwall enjoyed a numerical advantage.


    When Duff reached the danger zone, he stepped in threateningly. When the chance to shoot presents itself, Stam has no choice but to push forward, fully aware that it is a risky move. But he had no choice, he couldn''t stand idly by and watch his opponent kill the game.


    As expected, the moment Stam moved, Duff passed the ball to the advancing Ronaldinho. With a clear run on goal, Ronaldinho found himself one-on-one with Schmeichel, who dashed out to close him down. Ronaldinho calmly squared it across the box.


    Van Nistelrooy easily tapped it into the empty.


    "Van Nistelrooy has a brace! Millwall now leads Manchester United 3-1, and it looks like United has lost all hope. Hall won''t allow United to lift the championship trophy at the lion''s den!"


    Ferguson stood on the sidelines, his nose reddening as he remained still for a long time. Before the match resumed, he waved his hand, sending a clear signal to the Red Devils: attack!


    No matter how much time was left on the clock, even if it was just a second, they had to fight for a miracle!

 Chapter 319: A Bittersweet Victory

    <h4>Chapter 319: A Bittersweet Victory</h4>


    The Den was filled withughter and cheers; the Lions fans joyfully sang from the stands. With only three minutes of stoppage time left, the match would soon end, marking the conclusion of Millwall''s Premier League campaign for the season. The only domestic match remaining was the FA Cup final, which had nothing to do with them. So, on thisst home game, the fans felt rxed and carefree. As long as Manchester United couldn''t clinch the title on their turf, they were fine with any other oue.


    Millwall seized their chances in the final minutes of the game as United attacked with all their might but without sess. Ruud van Nistelrooy, who was on the front line, cleverly feinted a pass,pletely fooling Stam. In an instant, he rushed towards the goal, causing Stam topletely lose his fighting spirit: no chance.


    Van Nistelrooy advanced, noticing that Stam was no longer pursuing him. He slowed his pace, seemingly intent on maximizing his chances at the shot.


    Schmeichel mirrored his movements, cautiously stepping forward to cover more ground, wary of a potential lob.


    Aldrich was already on his feet, bracing himself for the final whistle. When he saw Van Nistelrooy dawdling instead of shooting, he appeared caught in a web of indecision, turning back to gesture to his coaching staff: this guy seems to be pondering life at this moment!


    Perhaps Van Nistelrooy was thinking that if he scored, he wouldplete a hat trick against Manchester United. He became even more determined to send the ball urately into the opponent''s.


    Just as he decided to take the shot, someone nudged him from behind, poking the ball to Schmeichel.


    A sigh swept through The Den, with fans shaking their heads in disbelief from the stands.


    You''re overthinking it!


    Just take a shot! Even if you miss, it doesn''t really matter!


    After conceding possession, Van Nistelrooy steadied himself and turned to see that it wasn''t Stam who had dispossessed him but an unexpected yer: Solskj?r.


    The other Manchester United yers had given up. Even Stam, who was closest to the ball, had been caught off guard when Van Nistelrooy bypassed him, leaving him staring nkly at the goal.


    However, one yer hadn''t given up: the baby-faced Solskj?r. From the moment Millwall had failed to score, he had sprinted back in a frantic defense. By the time Van Nistelrooy got on the ball, Solskj?r had nearly made it to midfield. Under normal circumstances, Van Nistelrooy shouldn''t have been in a position where Solskj?r could dispossess him from behind, but his mind seemed to freeze, missing out on a golden hat-trick opportunity.


    Aldrich pped his hands on the sidelines, his apuse directed at Solskj?r. The match could be lost, but their spirit couldn''t falter!


    However, Solskj?r''s defense only prevented Manchester United from conceding a fourth goal.


    When Schmeichel sent a long clearance forward that Lampard headed back, the referee blew the full-time whistle.


    "What a match! Millwall conclusively finished 3-1 against Manchester United at home! Cast your mind back to Old Trafford, where Millwall fell 2-4. Fast forward to this final showdown after half a season, and they''ve turned the tables to win by two goals! For United, this defeat is a real hard pill to swallow. Meanwhile, over at Vi Park, Aston Vi pulled off an unbelievable 1-0 victory against league leaders Arsenal! United only needed a draw today to snatch that trophy back, but they couldn''t manage even that! This season, they leave empty-handed, with their closest shot at the title crashing down at The Den. Aldrich-Hall''s side leveled on points with United but lost out on goal difference to sit third, trailing the new champions Arsenal by just one point. Can you believe it? In their third Premier League season, Millwall finished third��their lowest rank yet��after a second-ce finish and a glorious championship win in previous years. Aldrich''s squad finds themselves at a crossroads; if they can''t take down Real Madrid in the Champions League final, they could miss out on next season''s European action. This could be a fitting punishment for being a manager who''s just not liked by the big boys in the league! Over thest three years, Millwall has either taken the crown or stood in the way of others'' hopes, leaving Newcastle and United licking their wounds. Yet, United should remember��if it weren''t for Aldrich''s boys who beat Newcastle two years ago, their miraculous titleeback might never have happened. With all 380 Premier League games wrapped up this season, hats off to Arsenal! Wenger''s delivered on his promises, rejuvenating a once-great club back into the champions'' circle! It''s exciting times ahead, and I bet next season''s title race will be fiercer than ever! If Liverpool steps up, the Premier League will be an absolute thrill ride! Let''s gear up for next season and hope Ennd makes waves in the World Cup!"


    After the match, Aldrich approached Ferguson to shake hands. The Scottish manager swiftly exchanged pleasantries with him before making his exit.


    The replica Premier League trophy was taken away.


    The FA truly thanked Millwall for defeating Manchester United at home.


    The important figures in the FA''s awarding ceremony had all gone to Vi Park, and no one had anticipated Arsenal''s unexpected slip. If Manchester United had actually drawn with Millwall or turned the game around, the FA would have found itself in a very awkward position, at least with less notable guests presenting the awards to United.


    The United yers swiftly left the field, and as they entered the yer tunnel, Neville kicked the wall in frustration...


    Aldrich raised his hands in apuse on the pitch and then walked towards each stand, bowing in gratitude to the fans.


    The yers expressed their thanks to the fans before leaving early; their season was not yet over, and everything needed to proceed in order.


    The post-match press conference was fairly uneventful, but one reporter, with ulterior motives, asked, "Does Millwall prefer to see Arsenal im the title instead of Manchester United?"


    Without a moment''s hesitation, Aldrich replied, "I''d prefer to see Millwall win it."


    "But Millwall has no chance at winning it."


    "Are you suggesting that we should let Manchester United win?"


    "..."


    The reporters on Fleet Street all cast disdainful nces at the Mirror reporter.


    Millwall didn''t deliberately target Manchester United at all, right?


    They have fielded their entire second line with not a single starter in sight. What else do you want them to do?


    They were preparing for the Champions League final, wary that Manchester United mighte at them fiercely, avoiding injuries to the main yers. Everyone understood. Manchester United''s failure to win the match had nothing to do with Millwall��it was simply that their forwards failed to convert opportunities, and their golden midfield could provide enough support; the forwards just didn''t seize their chances, which was their problem.


    After the press conference, Aldrich drove home.


    Once he settled onto his sofa, he pulled out his phone and sent a congrattory message to Wenger.


    After sending the message, he tossed the phone aside, sprawled on the sofa, and turned on the television, his gaze unfocused.


    Thoughts about the team''s performance throughout the season lingered in his mind.


    He needed to reflect and ponder.


    This season, Millwall had fought on four fronts, with a total number of matches simr tost season. Their performances were quite decent based on rotation, but the reasons for their failure to defend the title were twofold: one was that various teams employed parking the bus strategies against Millwall; the second was that their strategy of "ying weak against weak" in the first half of the season had failed, causing them to drop many unnecessary points.


    As he thought, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was a text message. He initially thought it was a reply from Wenger, but when he picked it up, it wasn''t at all; Wenger was probably busy celebrating with his yers.


    It was a message from Moyes, who had revitalized Preston in the second half of the season. Preston had fallen into the relegation zone by midway through the season but had surged forward under Moyes''s leadership, escaping the relegation battle and even reaching the yoff final for promotion. A few yers he had loaned out had performed exceptionally well. Moyes invited Aldrich toe watch the yoff final for Preston.


    After some thought, Aldrich politely declined the invitation, using preparations for the Champions League as an excuse.


    Having multiple friends means having multiple paths, especially cultivating good rtionships with other club managers is beneficial for Millwall''s future loan deals.


    As the television began airing the season review of the Premier League, Arsenal was the focus of the discussion, closely followed by Chelsea. Chelsea, who finished fifth in the league, had seen a tremendous leap this season, not only achieving their highest-ever Premier League ranking but also bing runners-up in the League Cup and reaching the final of the European Cup Winners'' Cup.


    As for Manchester United and Millwall, they were relegated to roles of condolences and regrets. Liverpool, however, was numbingly stable, consistently cing third or fourth in the league...


    The top scorer in the Premier League set a new low record this year, with just 18 goals enough to im the Golden Boot. Four yers ended up sharing the award, and though Larsson was among them, it could be counted as a sessful title defense. The other three, also with 18 goals, were Dublin, Sutton, and Owen!


    In terms of individual awards, Millwall experienced a dismal year, aside from Larsson''s Golden Boot.


    Ding dong.


    The doorbell rang.


    Aldrich got up to answer the door, and Yvonne appeared at the entrance with a bright smile, saying, "You haven''t eaten yet, have you?"


    He nodded, feeling a bit down.


    Yvonne walked in and said, "I called the restaurant for delivery; dinner should arrive within an hour."


    Aldrich nced at the clock on the wall, asking curiously, "How did you know I hadn''t eaten by this time?"


    "Because you can''t eat when there''s something on your mind."


    Aldrich leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and tilted his head with a teasing smile, "What''s on your mind?"


    "The team''s Champions League match next season."


    Aldrich shook his head helplessly; she had indeed guessed correctly.


    Millwall ranked only third in the league, and if they didn''t win the Champions League, they would have topete in the UEFA Cup next season, which would undoubtedly diminish Millwall''s appeal to keep yers.


    "Hey, stop worrying about that. Just wait for dinner. By the way, Brady and the others want us to go out for drinks tonight."


    Aldrich sat down, temporarily putting away his worries, and joked, "Let''s hope we don''t run into any Arsenal fans while we''re out."


    Yvonne shrugged nonchntly, "I''d actually love to run into a few. I''d really like to see the look of pride on Arsenal fans'' faces."


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, "What kind of mindset is that?"


    "A pretty normal mindset. I just don''t know what day Arsenal won the title. Theter, the better, after the number."


    "Come on, don''t jinx it, alright?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "Guess for yourself."


    As Aldrich chatted with Yvonne while waiting for dinner, he quickly shifted his mood. He knew that when facing the Champions League final, no outside factors should be his worries; otherwise, it would hinder the team''s preparations and performance.


    While other teams were on vacation, the three London teams were in an intense state of preparation.


    Arsenal was preparing for the FA Cup final.


    Chelsea was gearing up for the European Cup Winners'' Cup final.


    Millwall was set for the Champions League final.


    London had be the epicenter of English football this season!

 Chapter 320: A Date with a “Lover”

    <h4>Chapter 320: A Date with a ��Lover��</h4>


    The day after the Premier League wrapped up, Millwall''s entire squad returned to the training ground at Leo''s Training Base to kick off their preparations, with reporters from various European media outlets gathered at the sidelines to watch.


    This open training session wouldst for four days��open in the mornings and closed to the media in the afternoons.


    Besides serving as a promotional warm-up for the Champions League final, it was also a signal that Aldrich was sending out to the public.


    Each match often sees reporters trying to glean inside information: the starting lineup, the tactical formation, the team''s attitude going into the game, and so on.


    These details could sometimes be deciphered from the training sessions, but they weren''t always spot on.


    How much time was Millwall spending on offensive drills versus defensive setups? Were they focusing on set pieces or reinforcing penalty shootout practice?


    At this stage, the actual training impact was limited; it mainly aimed at adjusting yers'' form and maintaining their rhythm.


    Trying to concoct a miraculous new strategy to surprise opponents in less than two weeks wouldn''t be wise. Aldrich had no reason to abandon his established tactical approach.


    Today, the atmosphere at the training ground was rxed. Laughter echoed as yers enjoyed themselves while training, with a focus on lighthearted games to relieve stress.


    Aldrich joined in, ying a ball-snatching game with the yers. He spent half the session chasing after the ball without sess, thoroughly outsmarted by the yers. Theirughter echoed throughout the field, and even the reporters on the sidelines found the scene entertaining, quickly snapping photos to turn into news stories.


    Throughout these four days, Millwall would practice penalties every morning without engaging in any scrimmages, relying on regr football exercises to keep the yers sharp.


    After analyzing Millwall''s training content, news reports quickly surfaced suggesting that Millwall was likely to y a very conservative style in the Champions League final, opting for a defensive counter-attacking strategy. Even if they couldn''t break through their opponents'' defense, their extra penalty practice woulde in handy if needed.


    Fleet Street was buzzing with excitement as two London teams prepared for their European final. Chelsea found another English club alongside them on the final stage, a source of pride for Fleet Street, and a great moment for Chelsea''s owner, Bates. But the spotlight was mostly on Millwall, given that they were set topete in the Champions League final!


    The Times published a special article on the Champions League, titled "The Miracle Repeats Itself!"


    It was hard to believe such sensationalist writing came from David Miller, but he managed to argue his points effectively, presenting several seemingly convincing arguments.


    Last year, Millwall made its debut in the European Cup Winners'' Cup, ultimately reaching the final and winning.


    This year, they made it to the Champions League final in their first attempt, with the result still unknown.


    Last year, they eliminated a French team in the semifinals.


    This year, it was again a French team.


    Last year, they faced off against the La Liga giant FC Barcelona in the final.


    This year, they would take on another La Liga powerhouse: Real Madrid.


    Last year, Barcelona had just gone through an intense El Cl��sico before the final.


    This year, Real Madrid had only a five-day gap between theirst match and the final, and they were also in the race for the league''s second ce. Therefore, in the La Liga finale on May 15th, Real Madrid might prioritize securing their spot in the Champions League for next season rather than conserving energy.


    As of the 37th round of La Liga, Real Madrid is ranked fourth, and the championship has been won by Barcelona a few rounds in advance. Real Madrid are now level on points with Valencia and two points behind second-ced Athletic Bilbao, meaning they still have a chance topete for the runners-up title in the final game.


    Thest point of argument regarding the repetition ofst year''s trajectory was that Millwall''s finalst year took ce in Rotterdam, and this year''s Champions League final was also in the Nethends!


    To be honest, after this media analysis, it really felt like Millwall''s chances of winning had significantly increased.


    Of course, this was just wishful thinking. However, it did instill a sense of confidence in Millwall as they approached the final.


    The Premier League concluded a week earlier than Serie A and La Liga, giving Aldrich more time to prepare than Real Madrid. As other major leagues wrapped up, annoying distractions began to surface.


    Clubs from Serie A and La Liga were very interested in Millwall''s yers. If they made a list of yers that clubs were sincerely looking to acquire, Millwall might only end up with Aldrich and a handful of substitutes left.


    Aldrichmunicated through Andrew to other clubs: the transfer door for Millwall would be closed until after the World Cup!


    The World Cup was a tform for yers to increase their market value, and during a tournament year, no club would do business prematurely unless it involved yers not participating in thepetition, which wouldn''t affect their market value.


    Four days before the Champions League final, Millwall held a press conference ahead of their departure. Aldrich, apart from attending UEFA''s pre-final press conference, also wanted to give Fleet Street the attention it deserved.


    The venue was packed. Dressed in sports gear and smiling, Aldrich greeted familiar reporters. The atmosphere was rxed; at least for this moment, Fleet Street was firmly behind Millwall.


    In recent days, journalists who had good rtions with Aldrich had been filling him in with information.


    For example, who yed in thest match for Real Madrid, who didn''t, what was the weather like in the Nethends, the pitch condition of the final in Amsterdam, and data analysis of Real Madrid''s performance in La Liga and the Champions League��who posed the biggest threat and where their defensive weaknessesy.


    Aldrich appreciated these media friends; some data was indeed information his own club''s scouts hadn''t picked up.


    "Let''s talk about Millwall for a moment. You''ve been practicing penalties a lottely��are you nning for a penalty shootout in the final?"


    Laughter rippled through the reporters; everyone knew the question was lighthearted, and no one genuinely thought it was a jab at Millwall.


    Aldrich rested his chin on his hand, smiling as he responded: "Penalties are just part of our preparation. As head coach, I must consider all possible scenarios that could arise in the final. It doesn''t mean we expect a shootout, but we can''t be sure of a resolution in 90 minutes or even a minute. We treat penalties as just one aspect of our training; better safe than sorry. The team is in great shape, and the yers are eager to win this championship. They firmly believe we''ll be lifting the trophy, and they can''t wait to give everything they''ve got against Real Madrid."


    "This season, Millwall has participated in the Champions League, ying a total of ten matches from the group stage to the final, remaining unbeaten with eight wins and two draws. However, there seems to be a certain gap in tactical ypared to the Premier League, which feels a bit conservative. Critics suggest that Millwall''s style in the Champions League is solely based on defensive counterattacks. Will that strategy dominate in the final?"


    Aldrich chuckled, "Well, if we''ve achieved eight wins and two draws with this tactical approach, there''s no reason to change our sessful style for the final. I''ve said it many times; I don''t care how others view Millwall''s tactics. Some will appreciate it, some won''t. No matter how the tactics evolve, it''s impossible to please everyone."


    The reporters nodded in agreement, recognizing that Aldrich''sments confirmed their earlier predictions: defensive counterattacking.


    Various pundits also believed that Millwall''s defensive counterattacking style was the best approach for navigating their way through the Champions League.


    A mature style that bnces solid defense��especially in a single knockout match against Real Madrid, who have always pursued morous offensive y��requires enhancing their defensive game.


    "What are your thoughts on Real Madrid?"


    In response to this query, Aldrich held out his hands and asked, "Does it really matter?"


    "Of course."


    "Alright then. Real Madrid''s reputation and stature speak for themselves. But I want to point out that their yearning for the trophy might exceed even that of Millwall. I''m not suggesting that the yers at Millwall don''t care about the trophy. But if you think about it, people will apud Millwall for reaching the final. Even if Millwall finishes as runners-up, the apuse will still be there. However, it''s different for Real Madrid; they have waited for 32 years. For them, this final isn''t simply a chance to win a trophy; it''s about reiming what has eluded the club for 32 years, restoring the glory that they believe belongs to them deep down. Therefore, their desire is immense, and the pressure they face transforms into motivation, making that obsession incredibly powerful in the match!"


    "How should Millwall respond to that?"


    "I''m trying to help the yers approach the final with a lighter mindset, so I''ve referred to this match as a date with a lover," Aldrich said.


    At his words, the entire room of reporters fell silent, shocked.


    "A date with a lover? Is this a slight against Real Madrid?"


    Seeing the reporters'' reaction, Aldrich paused for a moment, then replied, "Have I misremembered my football history? Isn''t Real Madrid the darling of the Champions Cup?"


    "Oh..."


    The reporters suddenly understood.


    Indeed, this "darling of the Champions Cup" was a title given to Real Madrid for their remarkable achievement of winning the European Cup five times in a row.


    However, it had been 32 years since theyst held the Champions League trophy, a span so long that many forgot this illustrious nickname. During that time, Real Madrid had only reached the final once, losing that match, and almost all the reporters failed to recall this nickname in the moment.


    "This darling of the Champions Cup has been neglected for 32 years..."


    One reporter quipped, andughter erupted in the room.


    They saw Aldrich''s coaching approach as refreshingly unique. With the big match looming, he wanted to ease the pressure on his yers, yet he managed to introduce the topic of the final in a way that brought smiles rather than tension.


    "Is it true that Puskas will also be there to watch the match? Is he on Millwall''s side or supporting Real Madrid?"


    Aldrich typically avoided discussing Puskas in public, as it could seem like he was riding on Puskas''s legacy to elevate his influence.


    But today, he feltfortable mentioning it, knowing he had nothing to hide.


    "Yes, he will be there, and the club has arranged for him to meet an old friend. They will reunite in Amsterdam after many years, sharing the experience of watching the Champions League final together."


    The journalists exchanged nces, realizing that this friend must be quite significant.


    "Can you reveal who Puskas''s friend is?"


    Aldrich smirked and replied, "Can''t you guess? Here''s a hint: he has a fear of flying."


    The reporters instantly perked up, "Di Stefano?!"


    Aldrich nodded.


    They hadn''t expected such iconic legends from the football world to attend the final, especially the legendary duo of Puskas and Di Stefano, known for their remarkable stories and deep friendship.


    But then, they furrowed their brows.


    "With two legendary Real Madrid stars watching from the stands, wouldn''t this affect Millwall''s morale? Di Stefano would likely lean toward supporting Real Madrid, and what about Puskas?"


    Aldrich shook his head, "I don''t know; I haven''t asked. I think it doesn''t matter. I just hope they can enjoy the match together."


    The Fleet Street journalists left satisfied, having gathered plenty of information��from heavyweight news to amusing anecdotes. Regardless of the oue, they had a delightful appetizer before the Champions League final.

 Chapter 321: The Final Confrontation

    <h4>Chapter 321: The Final Confrontation</h4>


    Before heading to the Nethends, Aldrich participated in a unique ceremony. Arthur insisted that the entire family go to church together. In the quiet church, the heavily built Arthur knelt humbly beneath the statue of Jesus, praying earnestly with his eyes shut.


    Aldrich''s family observed a heritage of faith, although they weren''t fanatical about it. He usually drifted through it, asionally apanying his family for show, without ever truly feeling like a devoted believer in his heart.


    His parents embraced him in turn, kissing him on the forehead, and even his brothers joined in the affection. Even his nephew, Bowen, earnestly wanted to hug Aldrich.


    After this seemingly ceremonial send-off, akin to preparing Aldrich for battle, the team departed for Amsterdam three days ahead of schedule.


    This year, Millwall had a peculiar connection with the Nethends. They yed a final herest year, visited Eindhoven in the second half of the year, and now they were returning again. Visiting this country three times in a year was quite rare.


    However, this was advantageous; the yers were no strangers to the Nethends, and the neutral fans were familiar with them. Upon stepping off the ne this year, they were greeted by at least three times the enthusiasm from fans than they had experienced the previous year.


    Their n was simr to before: rest on the first day, allowing the team to enjoy sightseeing around the city, provided they didn''t venture into the red-light district for a wild night. The second day would involve a training session on the pitch, and the third day would be a half-day of rest before preparing for the final.


    Real Madrid''s arrival in Amsterdam has set the city ame with football excitement. The focus of Europe is on this vibrant city on the water, and the ultimate showdown is about to begin!


    May 20th, Amsterdam Arena.the Champions League final was on the verge of beginning. The fans of Millwall and Real Madrid filled the stands, with Real Madrid boasting a slightlyrger contingent, as their fans were wealthier and could afford to buy tickets from neutral fans at exorbitant prices.


    The colors in the stands were unmistakable: Real Madrid''s traditional noble, elegant white versus Millwall''s blue, which embodied loyalty and dignity.


    While blue symbolizes nobility in Europe, Millwall clearly did not associate with that; their blue represented loyalty and dignity.


    Before the match, entertainment was provided for the fans, with cameras capturing the moment. The banners waved by the fans cheered on their teams, while some well-known figures were present, with the passionate embrace of Stefano and Puskas in the VIP box bing the most talked-about scene before the final.


    Real Madrid''s president, Sanz, was naturally present, feeling a bit discontented. Puskas and Stefano, both legendary figures for Real Madrid, were now firmly ced as spectators in Millwall''s home stands. The connection was tenuous and it seemed like their presence was orchestrated by Millwall, capitalizing on the "Legends Reunited" hype to boost ticket sales, leaving Real Madrid in a rather unfavorable position.


    As everything progressed smoothly, everyone anticipated the moment the final would kick off. In the locker room, Aldrich was making hisst motivational speech.


    The yers were fit and ready; Millwall was set to attack with their strongest lineup, brimming with unspoken determination.


    Aldrich stood before the yers, his expression serious. "The media says today''s final is a milestone for me, Aldrich Hall, on my way to bing a legend. If I win the championship, I''ll be one of the legendary coaches in football. I won''t deny this, but I believe that losing today won''t make me worthless. I have 30, 40, or even 50 more years to fight. I genuinely believe I''ll be a legend. But for you, your careers won''tst as long��no 30 or 40 years... The Champions League final is the pinnacle of club football. I won''t say you only have this one chance to y in a final, because that''s not the case! We are incredibly strong, and every season we''ll be favorites to win. I have that confidence, and you should too. But you need to cherish your careers. In a final like this, every match counts; missing it or losing will neverpare to the glory of winning, standing on the podium, holding the trophy high. Whether I be a legend or not isn''t important. If I don''t seed before I hit 40 or 50, I can still fight for another 10 years. But you don''t have that luxury. Get to the final and tell yourselves: win it, win it without regrets!"


    After delivering his speech, Aldrich opened the locker room door and led the way out.


    Inside, the three team captains rallied the spirit of the squad, eagerly awaiting this long-awaited day, with no reason to feel intimidated.


    As Aldrich stepped out of the yers'' tunnel to the sidelines, the live cameras immediately focused on him, surrounded by countless reporters snapping photos. The young coach wore a calm expression, ncing at Real Madrid''s coaching bench, and noticed their head coach hadn''t emerged yet, likely still delivering his own speech inside the locker room.


    After a while, the Real Madrid yers appeared in the tunnel, forming two lines opposite Millwall''s squad. They were almost all strangers to each other, so there was minimal interaction beforehand, each appearing solemn and focused, like warriors about to enter battle.


    The coaching staff of Real Madrid emerged, and Aldrich patiently waited for their head coach, Heynckes.


    Heynckes had a tumultuous season, leading Real Madrid to a rather dismal performance in the league, ultimately finishing third, while both teams, historically speaking, had made it to the Champions League final. This marked Millwall''s first time, and for Real Madrid, a return to the final after many years.


    Unlike many other famous coaches whose careers were primarily with top clubs, Heynckes had journeyed through several teams, leading only a few elite squads. Before coaching Real Madrid, the most prestigious team he had led was Bayern Munich. Each time a big club took notice of him, it was due to his breakthroughs with smaller teams.


    His achievements were built step by step, and Aldrich greatly respected him.


    Just before the match, Aldrich shook hands with Heynckes, expressing his admiration. Their pleasant, friendly conversation wrapped up as they returned to their respective coaching benches.


    As the referee led the yers onto the pitch, both teams walked in with heads held high.


    "The 1997-98 UEFA Champions League final is about tomence. The two teams reaching the final this season are Millwall from Ennd and Real Madrid from Spain. Fans watching this match probably know that Millwall has historically made it to the final in their first-ever Champions League appearance, just one win away from replicating Nottingham Forest''s miracle. Real Madrid, on the other hand, has gone 32 years without lifting the Champions League trophy, making their title of ''Kings of the Cup'' somewhat hollow. Despite having the most titles, they haven''t achieved convincing results on this stage for over three decades, with their best being a runner-up finish at the hands of Liverpool, then the reigning kings of Europe. Whoever lifts the trophy today will take home a championship of special significance."


    As the Champions League anthem yed in the stadium, both starting lineups were introduced by thementators.


    Millwall''s formation was 4-3-3.


    **Goalkeeper:** Butt


    **Defenders:** Schneider, Helguera, Southgate, Capdev


    **Midfielders:** Makelele, Pirlo, Nedved


    **Forwards:** Shevchenko, Trezeguet, Larsson


    Real Madrid lined up in a 4-4-2 formation.


    **Goalkeeper:** Ilgner


    **Defenders:** Pani, Sanchez, Hierro, Carlos


    **Midfielders:** Karembeu, Redondo, Seedorf, Raul


    **Forwards:** Mijatovic, Morientes


    Millwall''s starting lineup was unsurprising; whether 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1, it would depend on the tactics during the match.


    The yers from Real Madrid were also all well-known.


    If Aldrich envied anything about Real Madrid, it was their goalkeeper.


    Ilgner started today, with the bench featuring Canizares, while there were even Casis in the lower-tier teams.


    As for the other positions at Real Madrid, Aldrich did not think Millwall was inferior or that Real Madrid''s yers would always outperform them in a suitable tactical system. Even if the individual abilities of Real Madrid''s yers were higher, that didn''t guarantee they would excel against Millwall.


    Today, Real Madrid''s midfield had a diamond formation, with Redondo anchoring��an epitome of elegance.


    Seedorf and Karembeu yed as central midfielders, capable of attacking and defending adeptly, while Raul in a more advanced role resembled a second striker, able to both create and finish. Under Capello, he had achieved terrifying statistics with over 20 goals for the season.


    Mijatovi? and Suker,st season''s striking pair, have been separated. It seems Suker, who could practically y the violin with his left foot, doesn''t quite jive with Heynckes. The coach prefers someone like Morientes��a tall, strong center-forward who can hold up the ball, provide a focal point, and also boasts solid technical skills and speed.


    Aldrich stared at Sanchez, slightly lost in thought. A Real Madrid legend, Sanchez had spent his entire career at the club, and his father held a long-standing ce in Real Madrid''s history. The Sanchez family was a myth in the club''s narrative.


    Aldrich envied them and pondered when Millwall would have such a legend.


    Real Madrid and Barcelona were the two clubs Aldrich admired the most!


    Firstly, he respected how they maintained their club''s core qualities, not chasing profits. Even as Real Madrid embarked on internationalmercialization, their aim was never personal gain. The club''s members didn''t expect dividends at season''s end. The goal was to generate revenue solely for enhancing the team''s capabilities and offering fans the highest quality football experience. This was inherently part of a traditional club''s phnthropic nature. While other big clubs turned into private property or profit machines, Real Madrid and Barcelona stood as exceptions in the era of football driven by mary interests.


    Secondly, he admired how these giants dared to experiment!


    They could dismiss the best coaches, break apart sessful squads, overturn what was once considered effective strategy...


    In football, it wasn''t hard to find a couple of teams that self-sabotaged themselves, as every club has its moments of folly.


    However, when considering which clubs have repeatedly undergone such tumultuous transformations throughout history, one only needed to look at Barcelona and Real Madrid.


    The very act of holding elections signifies that a club could undergo seismic changes. The phenomenon of "new ruler, new subjects" is more apparent here than in any other club. Coupled with the pressure from fans and the influence of member votes, it''s no surprise that the club often faces turmoil, making it all too familiar.


    Aldrich felt regretful; although Heynckes was a good coach, from his perspective, he would have preferred to face Capello''s Real Madrid.


    That team from the previous season that clinched the Spanish league title over a daunting Barcelona!


    Unfortunately, Capello couldn''t handle the pressure from Real Madrid''s fans.


    Aldrich felt regret, perhaps even the Real Madrid fans felt it too. If Capello had stayed, maybe Real Madrid wouldn''t havegged so far behind Barcelona in the league standings.

 Chapter 322: Happy Birthday

    <h4>Chapter 322: Happy Birthday</h4>


    Real Madrid kicked off the first half, and while they had more fans in the stands, Millwall''s supporters made an even louder show. Under the coordination of their leaders, the Millwall fans sang their club''s anthem repeatedly before the match, especially the part that urged, "Millwall, charge, charge, charge!"


    And charge they did��Millwall truly came out swinging.


    To everyone''s surprise, the defensive counter-attack strategy that had been emphasized and anticipated before the matchpletely vanished!


    In Aldrich''s memory, the final result of this historic match had been Real Madrid winning narrowly against Juventus, with a goal that was suspected to be offside. The goal hade from a well-executed attack, meaning both teams hadcked clear-cut chances, unlike the next year''s final where Bayern was left frustrated by the woodwork.


    ying conservatively in a final is understandable, especially against a team like Juventus, which was known for its defensive counter-attacks.


    While Millwall could adopt a defensive approach, Aldrich had no intention of doing so this time.


    Real Madrid''s attacking line was morous; not only were their forwards exceptionally skilled, but even their full-backs featured a dominant yer like Roberto Carlos.


    However, Real Madrid''s defense was not necessarily remarkable. They had gone from allowing just 32 goals in 42 league games under Capellost season to conceding 45 goals in just 38 games this season. It was clear that their defense was not top-notch.


    So, if Millwall yed defensively and sent few yers forward, Real Madrid would undoubtedly relish the opportunity to exploit their frailties at the back.


    Today, Millwall was going for an all-out attack!


    This tactic was not the safest choice. There''s no guaranteed strategy in football, but Aldrich, weighing his options between actively attacking and ying defensively, opted for the former, believing it offered a higher chance of securing victory.


    Right from the start, Millwall''s aggressive pressing and attacking style astonished the Real Madrid yers.


    Were they not worried about being hit on the counter?


    Worried? What good was that?


    In a race of warriors, those with courage would prevail, and today was all about leaving it all on the line!


    From the very first whistle, Millwall took the initiative. Using Pirlo to orchestrate the midfield and with their full-backs making timely forward runs, they showcased cohesive team y. With their midfielders holding a deeper position, Real Madrid hesitated to press up, which opened up opportunities for Millwall to dismantle themyer byyer.


    In the fourth minute, Pirlo sent a precise through ball down the left nk, where Capdev controlled the ball and powered through Karembeu. As they raced neck and neck, he passed to the supporting Nedved on the wing. Without waiting for Redondo to press, Nedved returned the ball to Makelele, who found Pirlo just as Raul closed in, sending the ball back to Pirlo.


    Pirlo received the ball and sent a delicate through ball into the Real Madrid penalty area. Trezeguet ran to receive the ball. Redondo was attracted away by Nedved, leaving a huge gap in the midfield.


    Larsson''s diagonal run caught Hierro off guard, and Trezeguet made the expected pass, yet somehow Larsson had slipped past the opportunity��was that a mimunication?


    Of course not!


    The ball rolled past Larsson, and at just the right moment, Nedved surged forward, entering the box to unleash a precise angled shot. Ilgner was quick to respond, parrying the ball out for a corner.


    Without waiting for Pirlo to trot over, Larsson dashed to take the corner himself, not giving Real Madrid a chance to form a proper defense. After a step-over, Capdev whipped in a cross, and Shevchenko, at the far post, jumped for a header. Though it went wide, it drew cheers from the Millwall fans.


    "Today, Millwall has quickly found their rhythm in the match! No one expected the team that relied on defensive counter-attacks to make it to the final would press Real Madrid so aggressively! Aren''t they worried about their back line? Perhaps this is Hall''s gamble, but we''re yet to see the oue of it."


    In these circumstances, Real Madrid was naturally looking to strike back at Millwall.


    Every time they transitioned to attack sessfully, they organized a rapid counter. Two minutester, Redondo received a flicked header from Hierro and quicklyunched a long ball, targeting Raul.


    However, Raul couldn''t meet the pass, getting intercepted by Makelele, who nodded it towards the wing to Schneider.


    Redondo, the defensive midfielder, had an excellent sense for interceptions, and his elegant tackles were further amplified by his superb awareness of the match, often providing key passes for the forwards.


    Millwall was no stranger to this kind of yer; Pep Guardi had yed a simr role when they faced Barcelona.


    Whenever Millwall''s attacks fizzled out, Trezeguet would immediately seek out Redondo, disrupting him regardless of whether the ball wasing his way, while Nedved sprinted back to position himself in front of Seedorf and Karembeu.


    Pirlo partnered with Makelele to form a double pivot, stunting the advancement of Real Madrid''s midfielders.


    Millwall''s attacking approach is characterized by coordinated forward movement, executing their y with stunning fluidity. Real Madrid''s defense was limited to seven yers in their own half, while Millwall, including their full-backs, had six yers going forward. Despite having one more man, Real Madrid were still dangerous and struggled to maintain a solid defensive formation with Millwall''s concentrated attack.


    In the ninth minute, Larson interchanged positions with Trezeguet just outside the box, creating gaps in the defenses of Hierro and Sanchez. Trezeguet found space on the left side, thanks to an incisive ball from Nedved aimed at him. Trezeguet''s shot, however, was deftly saved by Ilgner.


    In the thirteenth minute, Capdev sent a diagonal long ball, and after Shevchenko faked an inward cut, he drew Redondo out. As Nedved pushed into the box, Pirlo offered support, receiving a back pass from Shevchenko before firing a shot that sailed just over the crossbar.


    Two minutester, Schneider floated in a cross from the right side, and Larson''s header aimed for the top corner had Ilgner beaten, but Sanchez cleared it off the line just in time.


    The first twenty minutes found Real Madrid utterly unable to respond.


    Real Madrid''s transition from defense to attack often failed against Makelele, and whenever they slowed down to regain control, Millwall''syered defense and aggressive pressing saw them lose the ball too quickly. .


    Watching those relentless waves of attacks from the sidelines, Aldrich wished for goals but couldn''t help but feel a twinge of regret.


    These eleven yers, some having yed together for three years, others for four, had fully matured into a cohesive unit, with their skills, tactics, and physical attributes refined to perfection.


    But that didn''t mean they were invincible; they had climbed to the peak of their capabilities. If there were any shorings left to address, it would take time and experience to evolve from being fierce and brave to bing shrewd and untouchable veterans��a transformation from roaring lions to cunning old foxes.


    Today, Millwall aimed to capitalize on all their advantages.


    The stamina required for an all-out attack and the teamwork needed to execute their passing game��Aldrich believed that, in both respects, Millwall was superior to Real Madrid!


    The Millwall fans in the stands sighed with disappointment each time their team missed a shot, but after every sigh, thunderous apuse erupted. The passionate Millwall fans stood throughout, proud and delighted by the grit and determination their squad disyed today.


    Both teams were evenly matched on paper for the championship prediction, but the match flow tilted heavily in Millwall''s favor from the very start.


    Millwall''s overall attacking y reached an astonishing level, forcing Real Madrid into a rhythm that left their yers puzzled.


    Quick passes, clear movements, and constant threats filled the game.


    In the 24th minute, after persistent effort from Millwall, they produced a brilliantbination.


    Nedved and Pirlo exchanged passes twice before Pirlo fed an advancing Capdev. Then, as Pirlo surged forward, Nedved darted into the heart of the box.


    Capdevid the ball across the center, where Pirlo was poised to control it, and although Redondo was ready to intercept, Pirlo let it pass. Unexpectedly, Shevchenko, tracking back, met the ball with a well-timed through pass. Trezeguet and Larson interchanged runs, leaving Real Madrid''s defenders disoriented. Larson cut across from the left to the right, and as he faced the pass, his movement suggested he was going for a shot!


    However, as the ball rolled towards the far post, Nedved easily slotted it home into Real Madrid''s.


    "Millwall has scored! Nedved opened the scoring for his team, assisted by Larson. The two Millwall stars executed a beautiful cooperative y, leaving a ssic case of teamwork in the Champions League final! Pirlo, Nedved, Capdev, Shevchenko, and Larson all linked up with quick, precise passes. Although Trezeguet didn''t touch the ball, his movement drew defenders away, and Shevchenko''s perfectly timed through ball slipped through the opposition''s defense. Larson''s unexpected horizontal pass did not surprise Nedved at all; he''d nned his run with the back post firmly in mind, and the ball arrived on cue! This goal is a timeless beauty!"


    In the stands of the Amsterdam Arena, the Millwall fans erupted with joy, bouncing in excitement. The supporters on the sidelines urged Nedved to run over and celebrate, eager to cheer their hero up close.


    After scoring, however, Nedved sprinted toward the coaching area, waving to his teammates to follow him.


    Aldrich was ready to embrace his yers in celebration, but Nedved and the others slowed down as they neared the touchline.


    Jansen burst out from behind Aldrich, tossing a jersey to Nedved.


    Nedved caught the jersey and held it high, showing the back to Aldrich.


    It was a 22 jersey, and above the number was the name: Aldrich Hall.


    Below the number were the words: **happy birthday!**


    The eleven Millwall starters and the substitutes clearly had a n. They gathered around Aldrich, chanting in unison, "Boss, happy birthday!"

 Chapter 323: The situation was reversed

    <h4>Chapter 323: The situation was reversed</h4>


    Aldrich certainly remembered his birthday, but he never went looking for excuses to throw a celebration. He wouldn''t make a big deal out of it, as if he''d be miserable if no one acknowledged it.


    Furthermore, May 18 was the date of the Champions League final. If the head coach suddenly dered, "Today is my birthday," wouldn''t that be just a distraction for the yers?


    When the head coach speaks, what should the yers and staff think? Should they care or not?


    If they didn''t care, would that mean a quick drop in the coach''s opinion of them?


    But if they did take it to heart, how should they express that?


    Truth be told, Aldrich even preferred that no one outside knew it was his birthday.


    He received birthday wishes from friends and family over the phone, and that was enough. Three hours before the match, he pushed all thoughts of it aside. It wasn''t until Nedved lifted his jersey and the whole team congratted him that he realized: the birthday he just forgot was back in his mind again.


    Touched by his yers'' thoughtfulness, Aldrich was overwhelmed with emotion, not knowing what to say. He could only embrace each yer.


    In the stands, Brady crossed his arms and smiled widely, attracting the broadcast cameras'' attention.


    The Lions'' fan group had unveiled arge banner in their traditional style.


    A few rows of fans turned, revealing massive letters that formed a message:


    Aldrich Hall


    Legendary Young Coach


    Having you is having happiness


    To you we pay tribute: Happy Birthday!


    On May 18, 1994, Aldridge returned to East London to celebrate his 18th birthday and received a birthday gift from his brother: Millwall Football Club.


    Four yearster, on May 18, 1998, Millwall was leading Real Madrid 1-0 in the Champions League final!


    "Today is Millwall''s coach Hall''s birthday! What a special moment! After scoring, the Millwall yers congratted him, and the Lions'' fans disyed a banner of best wishes! This is truly a ssic moment in Champions League history. At just 22 years old, Aldrich has been in charge of the team for four years. Give anyone else four years��what could they aplish? Yet Aldrich has taken a second-tier English team step by step to the Champions League final. Over those four years, he has collected eight trophies. Even if we exclude the Community Shield and the UEFA Super Cup, he still boasts six shiny trophies. He may be young, but his coaching ability shouldn''t be underestimated. No one has the right to doubt that. On this special day, let us send our best wishes: Happy Birthday, Aldrich Hall!"


    Aldrich felt a bit shy, caught off guard by the yers'' affection, revealing a rarely seen shy side of him while directing from the sidelines.


    Once the celebration ended, the yers encouraged one another. Scoring just one goal was only a temporary lead; their tactics remained unchanged��a point Aldrich had reiterated time and again before the match, unless they could stretch the lead to three goals!


    Even a two-goal cushion felt insecure.


    After conceding a goal, Real Madrid attempted to counterattack, but they found that Millwall had no intention of pulling back, maintaining their aggressive offensive style, threatening Real Madrid''s goal repeatedly with slick teamwork.


    On the sidelines, Heynckes furrowed his brow in concern.


    Many teams tend to be a bit timid when facing Real Madrid, employing a more defensive strategy.


    This approach isn''t inherently wrong, but it indirectly helps Real Madrid, whose weak point is their defense. If the pressure isn''t on their backline, their attacks can demolish the opponent like a mountain crashing down��a tactical blunder.


    In a twist, Millwall chose the opposite approach, pressing forward. If Real Madrid wanted to defend, it meantmitting more yers to their defense, thus weakening their own attack.


    From the opening whistle, Seedorf and Carlos barely made any impact in attack. Due to theck of absolute speed, when Real Madrid switches from defense to offense, their position is often too close to their own penalty area. If they don''t y the ball out quickly and instead choose to drive forward, Millwall''s defense may recover faster than they can move forward, creating a relentless press that stifles their attempts.


    Once they did pass, stretching the formation lowered their passing uracy, allowing Millwall''s defense to intercept the ball easily.


    With the attack dampened and their defense shaky, Real Madrid immediately withdrew, trying to stabilize the situation, avoiding a breakdown within a short timeframe. If they conceded a second goal, they might not even bepelled to y the second half!


    As Real Madrid recoiled, Millwall kept pushing. Pirlo''s long-range effort struck the crossbar, prompting a collective sigh from the fans.


    If only that shot had gone in!


    At that moment, none could have guessed that Pirlo hitting the bar in the 31st minute would mark the beginning of Millwall''s frustrating streak of bad luck in this match!


    Just before halftime, Millwall took a corner that sailed into the box. Amid the chaos, Trezeguet''s close-range shot was blocked by Hierro, the ball deflecting off him and hitting the crossbar once more before bouncing down, where Ilgner caught it.


    The goalpost have rejected them twice.


    During halftime, Aldrich entered the locker room to check on the yers'' conditions. They had been ying all-out attack, which demanded a significant energy output, striving to resolve the match in 90 minutes. Real Madrid had seen no chances; they were blinded by Millwall''s aggressive opening. Without timely adjustments, they fell deeper into turmoil. However, Heynckes would surely make changes at halftime; in the second half, Millwall wouldn''t face that shaken Real Madrid again.


    At the beginning of the second half, both teams returned to the field, and Millwall''s spirit was more active than before. Continuing the rhythm set in the first half, they continued to attack Real Madrid. Their initial attack bore fruit: Larsson and Shevchenko paired up on the same side, using quick one-twos to find space and break free. Larsson shot towards the far corner. Ilgner had no time to save and could only watch helplessly. But to everyone''s disbelief, the ball bounced off the goal post!


    At this moment, the fans in the stands realized just how unfortunate that was!


    What a terrible stroke of luck! With less than 50 minutes gone, there had already been two crossbars and one post. Millwall didn''t ask for much; just one goal would have changed the score to 2-0.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, hands on his hips, shaking his head slightly.


    It''s hard to say this was just a case of bad luck; the question of whether the ball goes in or not rtes to whether it''s within the goal''s frame��a scientific matter. Even if a strong wind blew the ball out of bounds, that wind was not summoned by Real Madrid.


    Real Madrid could only y defensively, making a clear tactical shift in the second half. They stopped advancing via the midfield altogether and focused on the nks.


    Three minutes in, Nedved surged into the box to meet Schneider''s cross from the wing with a header aimed at the goal. Ilgner confidently caught it and then hurled a throw to the left side.


    Schneider had already sprinted back, but someone was even faster: Brazilian left-back Roberto Carlos!


    There''s no doubt he''s faster, especially when attacking. He didn''t need to stop to keep going; Ilgner''s throw-in was aimed at the space behind Schneider. Carlos rushed down the wing and sped up. Schneider changed his route mid-chase; instead of chasing Carlos, he ran towards the defensive zone of his own penalty area. His n was to have Makelele slow down Carlos and disrupt his opponent''s rhythm, while he prepared to make up the difference.


    Makelele read Schneider''s movement and nced at the situation around him. Pirlo had dropped back to mark Ra��l, giving Millwall an extra man defensively.


    Moving to the right nk, Makelele couldn''tmit too strongly, fearful of a Carlos cross directed at the unmarked Seedorf.


    But Carlos, instead, drove toward the baseline. From near the 45-degree angle, he unexpectedly chose to shoot from distance!


    Yes, at least it seemed that way��his shot was directed toward the goal.


    Yes, it sure looks like it hit the target! That thunderous blow was simply shocking. Although Bart was prepared, he was still shocked when he saw this scene. The ball came towards him like a missile! He could only hit the ball with both fists. Pirlo was caught off guard after grabbing the spot outside the penalty area. Before he could turn around, Raul stepped forward to steal the ball. Raul takes another long shot from outside the penalty area!


    Bart quickly fell to the ground and made a desperate save. He knocked the ball out again and there was chaos in the penalty area.


    Mijatovic seized the opportunity and dribbled the ball forward, but Southgate stretched his leg to block it and failed to make contact. Mijatovic suddenly copsed and the referee paused the game and pointed to the penalty spot.


    "I didn''t even touch him!" Southgate roared at the referee, clearly fuming. "What a ridiculous decision!"


    Aldrich, sensing the urgency, immediately raised his hand in anger, shaking his finger while shouting at the fourth official, "That''s absolutely not a penalty! No way! Mijatovi? fell on purpose; he just wanted the penalty! If the referee doesn''t want to be mocked after the match, he needs to call that a dive! It was a dive!"


    But the fourth official didn''t pay any mind to Aldrich. In Europe, Millwall held little weight.


    Even with his acim in Ennd, Aldrich felt minusculepared to the colossal UEFA.


    "Uh, this decision is certainly questionable. Slow-motion shots reveal that Southgate did extend his leg, but he didn''t contact Mijatovi? at all; it was Mijatovi? who tumbled when he collided with Southgate. In the heat of the moment, it''s understandable that the referee couldn''t see clearly, but this will surely spark debate after the match."


    The referee stood by the call, and Aldrich could only offer a wry smile while shaking his head.


    Though there was a potential dive involved, the chance for that dive still arose from Real Madrid''s second-phase attack. Their initial forward assault, whether in sequence or in counterattack, entirely failed to threaten Millwall''s goal. Face-to-face defending isn''t particrly hard against any elite team. The challenge lies in defending against unpredictable second and third-phase attacks.


    Ra��l stood at the penalty spot. With the referee''s whistle, he took a step, kicking the ball into a theoretical dead zone. Butt guessed wrong, watching the ball slip past him.


    "Real Madrid has equalized with the penalty! 1-1. Although they aren''t dominating the match, at least they aren''t trailing in score, which will keep their mindset from bing frazzled as time goes on."


    Aldrich kept apuding from the sidelines, urging his yers to shake off the frustration from conceding while rallying the fans to cheer louder.


    "Forget about the penalty, keep your focus entirely on the game. Don''t think about anything else; we have plenty of time to win this!"


    Had it been a reasonable penalty, Aldrich wouldn''t have felt the need to shout such things at his yers.


    But a dubious penalty could stir dissatisfaction among the yers, and Aldrich had to ensure they concentrated on what truly mattered!


    If they felt wronged, if their focus shifted to arguing with the referee or fussing with their opponents, there was no doubt that they would lose this match!


    Southgate looked determined as he shouted to his teammates, "Come on, let''s score again!"


    Nedved, who rarely spoke but always led by action, sprinted forward as the ball was yed, energizing the attack. Millwall regained their momentum, keeping up their high level of performance.

 Chapter 324: The Art of the Counter: A Classic Clash

    <h4>Chapter 324: The Art of the Counter: A ssic sh</h4>


    Real Madrid equalized the score, allowing them to stabilize their mindset. After more than an hour of y, the yers gradually limatized to the rhythm on the pitch. Particrly when they decided to relinquish control in pursuit of counter-attacks along the nks, the Italian-style defensive foundationid down by Capellost season began to manifest its effects.


    Millwall''s attacks remained fierce and powerful. Their intricate passing and movement were a joy to behold, flowing smoothly, particrly with their sudden bursts of speed in the threatening areas around Real Madrid''s goal, showcasing the maturity of the team.


    Unfortunately, it seemed their forwards had left their shooting boots behind today. Despite leading in attempts on goal, Millwall couldn''t find the for the second time.


    Nedved, executing a run simr to his first-half goal, found himself in the right ce at the back post again. This time, he darted to the right side, with Shevchenko providing cover and Larsson ready to pass from the other side. Real Madrid was aware of Nedved''s presence, but they were just a step behind, allowing him to get a touch. However, he had lost his shooting angle, blocked by Ilgner and S��nchez, and instead of attempting a shot, Nedved passed it back to the open Shevchenko, who unleashed a powerful strike!


    He aimed at the other side of the goal, knowing Ilgner wouldn''t have time to react!


    Bang!


    The ball struck the post again and bounced out.


    After the shot, Shevchenko knelt on the ground, filled with self-reproach,menting that he had missed a golden opportunity to score.


    Nedved walked over and pulled him up, saying nothing as he prepared to contest the corner kick.


    Pirlo''s corner was well-ced, but in the scramble for the ball, Nedved was outdone by Hierro, and Real Madrid cleared the danger with a header.


    Ra��l received the ball outside the box, immediately passing it to the left without a nce.


    Carlos stormed forward again, initiating a counter-attack for Real Madrid!


    This counter-attack was quick, precise, and ruthless. Once Carlos crossed the midfield line, he executed a diagonal long pass. The towering Morientes was double-teamed by Mak��l��l�� and Capdev, but he managed to wrest the ball away despite being surrounded. Rather than stopping for the high ball, Morientes redirected it with a header.


    Mijatovic followed up and passed the ball straight to Morientes with perfect timing. Thisbinationpletely shook up Millwall''s defense. Mijatovic''s lofted pass allowed Morientes to turn away from Capdev and, despite Makelele''s continued interference, he powered home a powerful header.


    Bang!


    The ball hit the far post but ricocheted into the.


    Real Madrid had turned the game around with a simple and brutal counter-attack!


    All the Real Madrid fans at the Amsterdam Arena rose to their feet, cheering, while the Lions'' fans stood frozen in shock.


    This was unbearable!


    Millwall''s fluid attacking y was a sight to behold, virtually masterful.


    Yet, Real Madrid had inexplicably surged ahead!


    It was Carlos who created danger again on the left, and this counterattack was full of the essence of Italian football; they had very few attacking yers. Apart from Raul''s pass to Carlos, only three yers were involved in a swift attack - the two forwardsbined to do it all in less than five seconds.


    There was a reason why Heynckes preferred tall forwards. Facing Millwall''s defensive unit, which had a clear height disadvantage, Morientes''s natural ability was maximized.


    "Real Madrid turned the game around in the 69th minute and now leads Millwall 2-1. In the first 70 minutes, Millwall was in control of the match, demonstrating some outstanding attacking football. However, football is not merely determined by who attacks more fiercely or ys betterbinations. Real Madrid seized their opportunities, while Millwall squandered several chances in front of goal. If they had converted even two of the many shots that hit the crossbar or post, it''s likely that Real Madrid wouldn''t have stood a chance. Aldrich might need to reflect on why his team didn''t tighten up defensively while leading 1-0. Of course, the fans and viewers want to witness an intense battle."


    Aldrich stood calmly on the sidelines, sensing no panic or disappointment at this moment. Instead, he felt exhration!


    Had Heynckes taught him a lesson?


    No, it didn''t feel that way.


    Millwall''s tactics were inherently extreme today��either they crush their opponents or the space left behind during their aggressive pressing bes a natural pathway for counter-attacks. If an opponent can capitalize on those opportunities, conceding would be inevitable.


    Even if they lost, Aldrich wouldn''t regret it. Losing with a conservative approach would feel thoroughly disappointing.


    What''s more, the game is not over yet. Millwall''s attacking struggles are not due to ack of creativity; They were about to score. It would be nice if they could umte more offensive momentum and the forwards stay calm and improve the quality of their shots; with twenty minutes left in the game, a goal is not out of reach.


    However, with Real Madrid now in the lead, would Heynckes make adjustments?


    Certainly he would.


    On the sidelines, Heynckes instructed Real Madrid''s forwards to tighten their formation, with Ra��l dropping back into midfield to disrupt the opposition''s central y.


    Just three minutes after the match resumed, Aldrich noticed Real Madrid''s changes and decisively gestured to his yers. They understood that with Real Madrid''s defense having more numbers than before, their previously flowing attacks would face greater obstacles, impacting the quality of their offense. A slight adjustment was necessary.


    If Real Madrid could hold on for another fifteen minutes, they would lift the European Cup again after 32 years!


    Millwall''s earlier tactics were running into difficulties. The most obvious change was that Pirlo struggled against Ra��l, who was shadowing him closely, diminishing his effectiveness.


    However, Millwall''s tactical adjustments began to show results.


    After receiving the ball, Pirlo directly passed to Mak��l��l��, who returned it. Helguera took possession on the backline, performing a give-and-go with Mak��l��l�� and then surged forward. He bulldozed past the midfield line.


    Ra��l, originally marking Pirlo, noticed Helguera charging forward from three meters away and abandoned his pursuit of Pirlo to chase after the center-back.


    Was Helguera not afraid of losing possession?


    As soon as Raul moved, Helguera passed the ball back to Pirlo. Pirlo seized the gap and Raul turned around to intercept. Pirlo then passed the ball back to Helguera for another pass.


    Mak��l��l�� had retreated to defend parallel with Southgate. After passing, Pirlo also dropped back into a defensive holding role.


    Helguera continued forward, while Calumbu rushed to intercept. Helguera distributed the ball to Capdev, who sprinted down the sideline.


    When Kalembu was marking the wing, Capdev passed the ball horizontally in front of the penalty area. After Nedv��d grabbed the ball from Redondo, he quickly passed the ball without stopping. The ball directly broke through Real Madrid''s defense, and Millwall''s yers received the ball in the penalty area! !


    Real Madrid''s yers were stunned, gazing incredulously at the yer who had eluded their defensive line.


    Helguera?


    What the hell are you still doing up here?


    A center-back charging into this position? He''s out of his mind!


    Pani erupted into the box while Hierro rushed to block Helguera''s angle. Although Helguera had a prime shooting opportunity, he hesitated, fearing he might waste the chance.


    As Hierro closed in on his right front side, Helguera calmly passed the ball into the gap between Hierro and S��nchez.


    Trezeguet caught the attention of Sanchez, leaving Larsson with a perfect opportunity. He rushed forward and to shoot ! !


    He was careful not to use too much force.


    Millwall''s previous consecutive shots hitting the goalpost and crossbar left a deep memory on him!


    Larsson aimed for precision, pushing the ball into the far corner with a gentle touch, the angle adeptly designed to outwit Ilgner, who was now powerless. Once on the ground, he couldn''t reach the ball in time.


    They all watched helplessly as the ball curled into the corner of the.


    "What a turnaround! Millwall equalized in a sh, and it was Larsson who found the back of the! The surprise assist came from none other than center-back Helguera! Helguera initiated this entire attack from deep in defense, linking up brilliantly with his teammates through a series of slick one-twos that dismantled Real Madrid''s defense. It was as if the Real Madrid defenders collectively had a brain freeze��was Helguera losing it? Charging forward like that, what would happen if they lost the ball? Could Millwall''s defense handle a counter?


    But let''s roll back and check the highlights. What we saw was ssic total football from Millwall! Helguera''s role kept changing like a game of musical chairs��he started as a center-back, then dropped to defensive midfielder, then surged forward to y as an attacking midfielder. In the meantime, Makelele stepped back to fill in the center-back role, Pirlo transformed into a defensive midfielder, and Nedved linked up before dropping back into midfield. They were ready for any counter, and there was no shortage of bodies in defense. This incredible interchange and teamworkpletely ripped through Real Madrid''s back line!"


    Seeing the ball roll into the, Larsson, relieved, smiled widely as the referee signaled the goal was valid. He sprinted toward the, picked up the ball, and ran back, having no intention of celebrating.


    As Larsson returned with the ball, his teammates rushed over to high-five him and partake in a brief embrace.


    With just over ten minutes remaining, Millwall sought to score again, their stamina nearing its limit.


    Aldrich didn''t celebrate either; instead, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned in ce, and called on the substitutes to warm up.


    He didn''t want extra time, but with just twenty minutes left and the score level, he had to prepare for it.


    Helguera charged into the opposition''s penalty area, but that previous attack was a surprise and replicating it would be tricky; Real Madrid had learned from their earlier mistake and wouldn''t fall for it again.


    Heynckes signaled the substitutes to warm up. His ongoing conflict with Suker isrgely due to concerns over the forward''sck of stamina. However, at this stage of the game, whether it is just ten minutes or overtime, Suker is definitely suitable to y.


    Mijatovic, Suker and Raul.


    This is the offensive trio that Capello coached Real Madridst season, and their offensive performance varied between 4312 and 4321.


    At this moment, Heynckes intended to bring in this trio, while the others focused on solidifying their defense.


    Real Madrid were the first team to make the swap, sending Davor Suker, who has a shy left foot, to rece Morientes. Aside from that goal, Morientes didn''t make much of an impression during the game.


    With Real Madrid now emphasizing defense, Millwall''s fatigue began to show. After giving it their all for more than eighty minutes, the youngest yer, Pirlo, was running on empty, leading Aldrich to substitute him with Back.


    Following these substitutions, the game settled into a quieter rhythm. Millwall had reced their midfield general, the core of their attacking and defensive transitions. Hence, Back needed time to adapt. If he struggled to catch up with their previously fast-paced y, any mistakes in his positioning could prove fatal.


    Under these circumstances, both teams were wary of conceding as the match progressed toward extra time.

 Chapter 325: Shevchenko’s Final Strike

    <h4>Chapter 325: Shevchenko''s Final Strike</h4>


    At the Amsterdam Arena, a tense atmosphere enveloped the stadium as both sets of fans prayed for their teams: "Please, no more goals conceded!"


    With less than three minutes left in the match, the two teams had entered an unusual state of "peace," each wary of being caught off guard by a counter-attack. Conceding a goal at this point would be a crushing blow.


    In the event of extra time, an additional 30 minutes would be added to the match, regardless of the circumstances.


    Under these conditions, neither teammitted a significant number of yers to aggressive attacks. Instead, they relied on individual efforts, hoping for a stroke of luck. An extraordinary performance from any one yer could lead to a game-changing moment.


    However, the defenses on both sides refused to be the backdrop for any personal heroics, and they sessfully thwarted each other''s attacks as the 90 minutes drew to a close, marked by the referee''s whistle.


    "It''s unfortunate that after Millwall equalized, we didn''t witness any more threatening attacks from either side. In the final ten minutes, both teams made substitutions, and eventually, they settled into a cautious stance, fearing that conceding a goal would lead to ast-minute defeat. Now, we can only wait for extra time and see how both teams perform."


    Before extra timemenced, there was a ten-minute break. Aldrich''s first priority was to assess the yers'' physical condition. At that moment, the entire team shared a single focus: the trophy.


    Hiding their true conditions would be detrimental to everyone''s ambitions.


    Capdev was exhausted after covering the left nk for 90 minutes and had reached his limits. On the other side, Schneider was doing slightly better, as he was cautious about pushing too hard, perhaps due to Carlos''s presence.


    Aldrich quickly decided to make a substitution, bringing on Zambrotta for Capdev.


    He had only one message of encouragement for the team: "Bring home the Champions League trophy; reward yourselves for a season of hard work!"


    Indeed, Aldrich didn''t mention dedicating the trophy to the fans or the audience; he was direct about it: win for yourselves!


    Rather than urging them to seek lofty ideals, he encouraged them to be a bit selfish and realistic.


    Securing the Champions League would be like icing on the cake for them!


    This straightforward approach resonated well with the yers. Nodding in agreement, they took advantage of the moment to rest, while the massage therapists worked tirelessly nearby.


    When extra time began, Millwall made substitutions. Aldrich removed his suit jacket and stood at the sidelines, hands on his hips, his muscr physique making him look particrlymanding in his tie.


    In the VIP box, Arthur watched anxiously over the field, his tie loosened and askew. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his tension had cast a heavy atmosphere over the entire box.


    Andrew and Bat stood on either side of Arthur. Regardless of who tried to speak to him, Arthur was mesmerized, his gaze fixed on the pitch.


    Aldrich''s nephew Bowen, wearing a Millwall jersey, also stood up, sharing the same worried expression as Arthur, anxious about the trophy that seemed so close yet so far.


    Aldrich''s sister-inw and Roeline, who was invited to watch the match, sat quietly nearby, while Jessica mimicked Bowen and ran over, although she likely couldn''t fully grasp the significance of the match.


    The fans in the stands were likely feeling the same way. At the start of the match, everyone was calm, but as the clock ticked down, and the final oue drew nearer, it was impossible to stayposed.


    The referee''s whistle signaled the start of extra time!


    Real Madridunched a quick attack, only for Millwall to sessfully defend and counter-attack rapidly!


    Both teams slipped into a fast-paced rhythm, suggesting that Aldrich and Heynckes were on the same page: go all out!


    Millwall''s stamina was waning, driven solely by sheer determination at this point.


    As Real Madrid began to gain control in the midfield, Millwall adjusted their strategy for quick advances along the nks. Zambrotta, fresh off the bench, had no issues sprinting up and down, while Back focused more on defense, joining attacks when necessary.


    The two teams exchanged thrilling attacks, each creating real threats.


    Calumbubined with Redondo and passed the ball to Ra��l. However, Ra��l let the ball slip past him, sending it through Mak��l��l��''s defense. Mijatovic attempted to recreate a past move, turning and striking a lob pass, but Helguera got to the ball ahead of Suker with a powerful header, clearing it out, though he put too much force behind it and seemed to injure himself as hended, signaling for a substitution.


    Aldridge, who now has only one substitute yer left, saw the need, although he did not want to substitute Helguera at this critical moment and did not want to change the position of the defender, especially the center back.


    But given the circumstances, he said nothing and quickly called for Materazzi to put on his jersey. He offered a few quick words of advice before Materazzi entered the field.


    "Millwall has just made theirst substitution, and it''s a tough blow �� a change they certainly didn''t want to make. Helguera has been having a great game, rock solid at the back, even helping Larson get that equalizer earlier. He''s really been a cornerstone this season alongside Southgate. Remember when Stam held that spot? The fans probably don''t even think of him anymore �� they''ve moved on, and rightfully so!"


    As Helguera limped off, disappointment etched on his face, he told Aldrich, "Boss, I''m sorry."


    "Don''t worry about apologizing; you''ve done a great job. Can you still manage to watch the game from the side?"


    Helguera was unable to continue the game, he was able to receive treatment from the team doctor and watch the game from the bench, so he nodded and said there was no problem.


    After Helguera nodded, Aldridge smiled and patted his shoulder and said: "Then watch below, cheer for the boys, and be ready to ept the trophy as soon as possible!"


    Helguera smiled at the encouragement, and Aldrich''s confidence influenced every yer in the squad. His faith inspired the team, helping them feel self-assured, ready to stand tall against any opponent!


    Losing a center-back to injury was a tough change, but Millwall still managed to change the score before the first half of extra time concluded!


    Schneider had stuck to his role as a full-back until the 103rd minute. With just one minute left in the first half of extra time, he decided to press forward, hoping not to be caught by a counter-attack.


    He made a forward run, and Back timely passed the ball to the right nk. Faced with Carlos, Schneider feigned to go past him before rying the ball to Shevchenko. Schneider made an ovepping run, pulling Carlos away.


    Once in possession, Shevchenko mimicked a passing motion, but Sanchez shifted his weight unexpectedly. In that instant, Shevchenko bolted past him, cutting inside and charging into the penalty area.


    Sanchez was infuriated. The Ukrainian had not attempted to take on defenders throughout the 100 minutes, focusing solely on passing and moving in synergy with his teammates.


    The sudden burst of individual ir took everyone by surprise!


    As Shevchenko approached the penalty area, he surveyed the situation. Redondo ran back towards goal and Shevchenko''s head turn confounded everyone, especially Trezeguet and Larsson, whose movement created space. Both Hierro and Redondo anticipated Shevchenko''s pass, but the Ukrainian elerated with the ball and reached the edge of the small penalty area in a blink of an eye!


    He''d been duped!


    This kid is going for it himself!


    With a determined gaze fixed on the ball, Shevchenko found himself one-on-one with Ilgner, ready to seize a golden opportunity.


    Having spent three years at Millwall, he had transformed from a reckless rookie, nursing wounds on debut, to one of Europe''s hottest strikers, with a transfer deal to AC Mn almost finalized��only he, Aldrich, and AC Mn knew.


    His teammates and fans were unaware this match would be his final game for Millwall!


    Thank you, boss, for letting me y and trusting me!


    It wasn''t that he was dissatisfied with Millwall, but rather AC Mn represented a childhood dream!


    "Shevchenko was on full fire and fired hard from close range! Ilgona was frozen, the ball was too fast! It whizzed past and found the top corner! Before the end of overtime in the first half, Millwall scored again, Real Madrid lead 3-2! They are only 15 minutes away from their first Champions League trophy - a dreame true! Can the Lions be the king of Europe in just 15 minutes?


    On the sidelines, Aldrich was continuously moving his head to try to see the game, blocked by yers left and right. He missed the moment Shevchenko struck, but he witnessed the ball hit the and bounce back.


    The goal ignited wild celebration among all the Millwall fans. Aldrich, with rage and exhration etched on his face, clenched his fists and let out a passionate roar.


    "That was absolutely stunning! Andr��, you''re fantastic!"


    Jensen rushed over and embraced Aldrich. In his homnd, and on Ajax''s turf, he was present as an assistant coach, but four years ago, stepping onto this pitch was unimaginable. Today''s match filled him with exhration, even more so than Aldrich, as he dashed to the sideline, iling his arms in celebration.


    After scoring, Shevchenko sprinted to the Millwall supporters'' stands. Before that, he had already stripped off his jersey, sliding toward the sideline with an expression that oscited betweenughter and tears, leaving onlookers puzzled, thinking it was merely excitement.


    In the box, Arthur dropped to his knees, fists raised as he yelled, "Long live Millwall!"


    The others were left astonished.


    Andrew and Bat shared in the joy, but they were unable to openly express their emotions like Arthur; perhaps age had taught them to disguise their feelings.


    The first half of extra time concluded quickly. Typically, there would be no break, but the referee allowed the yers a minute or two to hydrate.


    At this moment, Aldrich decided it was time to change tactics. He pulled out a tactical board to show the yers their new positions, shifting the formation to a 4-5-1, with wingers falling back, achieving a thorough defensive strategy.


    As long as they could hold out for thest 15 minutes, Millwall would ascend to the pinnacle of European football!

 Chapter 326: Facing the Pressure, Standing Tall

    <h4>Chapter 326: Facing the Pressure, Standing Tall</h4>


    Millwall had regained the lead, but one goal didn''t feel secure. The fans in the stands were still tense, while Real Madrid supporters were increasingly worried, knowing their team was behind.


    Aldrich stood at the sidelines, his posture calm andposed, refraining from pacing or making excessive movements that might betray any anxiety.


    At this moment, a steady mindset was crucial!


    As the second half of extra time began, Real Madridunched an all-out assault. Their wing-backs pressed forward, and the center-backs established a simple but vulnerable defensive line. They had no choice but to sacrifice defense to bolster their offense!


    By this stage in the match, apart from the cautious approach both teams took in the final minutes of regtion, Millwall had been relentlessly offensive, putting Real Madrid under pressure with fierce attacks.


    Aldrich believed that as the second half of extra time approached and only 15 minutes remained, both teams would be physically exhausted. After all, no matter how strong Real Madrid was, they had run for over 105 minutes; surely, they would have run out of steam, right?


    However, he was wrong. Just five minutes into the second half of extra time, Aldrich found himself regretting his decision to instruct the team to tighten their formation. The weariness he anticipated didn''t manifest; instead, the game intensified, pushing both teams beyond their limits.


    Real Madrid had indeed reached their physical limits, but as Millwall retreated into a more defensive stance, their already exhausted yers quickly depleted what little stamina they had left. This shift allowed Real Madrid to capitalize on their advantage, and in this critical moment, the standout performer was none other than midfielder rence Seedorf. The Dutchman, who had led Ajax to Champions League glory three years prior, was making his presence felt on the pitch.


    Seedorf calmly organizes and directs the game in the midfield. Every pass he makes poses a threat and greatly improves the quality of Real Madrid''s offense.


    In the 113th minute, Seedorf threaded the ball through the crowd to a cutting Ra��l, whose half-turn shot was magnificently blocked by Butt, denying Real Madrid a clear opportunity.


    The deflected ball fell to Southgate''s feet, who turned and cleared it with a powerful kick!


    Trezeguet, running a sessful offside trap, had a clear shot!


    Unfortunately, starting from the halfway line, Trezeguet struggled to elerate after receiving the ball, almost cramping up. Real Madrid''s two center-backs were already over thirty, but defensive midfielder Redondo sprinted back and sessfully intercepted Trezeguet''s shot.


    Trezeguet fell to the ground, but no one paid attention to him, and Real Madrid pressed forward urgently. Standing on the sidelines, Aldridge didn''t me Trezeguet. After all, the game has reached this point, and the forward''s physical pressure has reached its limit. He just couldn''t run anymore.


    The full-court press is an intense tactic that requires a lot of physical strength.


    At the same time, the other two forwards, Larsson and Shevchenko, essentially be another line of defense in front of the full-backs. With Trezeguet on the verge of cramp, Millwall''s offense has failed.


    From here on out, they focused entirely on defense as Real Madrid bombarded Millwall''s goal.


    Calumbu took a long-range shot from outside the box, Carlos delivered a diagonal cross to Ra��l for a header, and Redondo threaded a through ball to Mijatovi? for a hasty attempt on goal...


    In just five minutes, Real Madrid had five shots on target. Thankfully, Butt was performing magnificently, making incredible saves to keep the goal intact.


    With only a minute left in the match, The Lions'' fans were eager and hopeful to see their team reach the pinnacle of Europe, while Real Madrid prepared for ast-ditch offensive.


    Real Madrid''s center-backs charged into Millwall''s penalty area, hoping to connect with a high ball. This forced Millwall to tighten their coverage, needing more yers to match up in defense in these crucial moments.


    Seeing the chaos unfold on the sidelines, Aldrich grew anxious. The situation was frantic��would they withstand the pressure in these final moments? It was no longer a normal judgment call.


    "Keep an eye on the ball! Keep an eye on the ball!!"


    It doesn''t matter how many yers are in the box; What matters is how the ball passes. The focus needs to be on pass uracy and timing as it can determine the oue of the offense.


    "If it''s on the ground, block the passingnes; if it''s in the air, let the defenders jump for it. You don''t necessarily have to match them one-on-one all over; that kind of defending can neverpletely shut down the offense because the attackers are always at an advantage with their movement!"


    As expected, Ra��l, Mijatovi?, and ?uker orchestrated a flurry of movement, pulling the two center-backs out of position in the box. Redondo delivered a precise pass to Ra��l, who executed a quick wall pass with ?uker!


    In the penalty area, Suker pretended to shoot, forcing Materazzi to stretch his legs to block it. But Suk cleverly took a step to the side, created space, and then used his left foot - a foot that can almost y a violin - to deliver a fatal blow!


    The ball hurtled toward Millwall''s goal like a cannonball. Aldrich felt a surge of despair, but Butt pulled off an incredible save, pushing the ball away!


    "Hero!"


    Before the jubnt Lions fans could fully celebrate, the ball deflected outside the box andnded at Carlos''s feet. He feigned a long-range shot, but under pressure from Millwall yers rushing to block, he calmly yed the ball to Seedorf, who took a step back before unleashing a long-range effort!


    The speed of the ball wasn''t extraordinary, but the angle was sharp, sailing over the defenders'' heads before dropping toward the right side of the goal. Butt had just risen from the ground; this time he wasn''t prepared well enough and could only swipe at the ball with his fingertips as it flew past him.


    Boom!


    The Amsterdam Arena shook with the ecstatic roars of Real Madrid fans!


    "Seedorf has pulled off ast-minute equalizer for Real Madrid! It''s 3-3, 3-3! Millwall were just ten seconds away from the pinnacle of European football; all they needed was to defend this final push to hear that final whistle and secure their championship. But Seedorf has returned the suspense to the title race! We''re headed for a penalty shootout! The referee has confirmed the goal is valid and has concluded extra time��now, both teams are set for what promises to be a thrilling penalty shootout!"


    Real Madrid equalizing at thest moment was a brutal blow to Millwall''s morale!


    The Lions fans looked distressed and could hardly believe what they had just witnessed.


    Arthur in the box covered his face with his hands, barely able to look on.


    This did not bode well��just when the team seemed on the verge of winning the championship, they let it slip away in the final moments.


    There wouldn''t be much time to prepare for the penalty shootout. Though Aldrich''s heart was also effectively shaken, his expression remained calm.


    The yers wore a mix of expressions, with many affected by Seedorf''sst-minute goal, their eyes appearing dazed and lost.


    Aldrich called the eleven yers still on the field to form a circle, inviting his substitutes to join in as well. He enteredst and, with his arms draped over their shoulders, bent down to speak to them.


    "Football is just like that! You could score in the first minute or see the other side a goal in thest! We need to keep our heads cool. If telling you this doesn''t pump you up, then think back tost September��when the draw was made, did anyone think Millwall was the favorite to storm through? No way! Yet here we are, having taken down Barcelona, Dynamo Kyiv, and PSV! Did anyone think we had a chance against Juventus? Not a chance! When we swung by Louis II to face Monaco, we were the underdogs, yet now we stand here, fighting for that trophy against Real Madrid, the kings of Europe! We''ve never been the favorites, but we''ve shown everyone what we''re made of! You''ve made me proud, really proud. I''m Aldrich Hall, and I owe all my sess to you��because I''ve always believed in you, and I still do! Now we''re heading into penalties. I won''t pretend pressure doesn''t exist��that would be silly. Don''t go trying to shove it aside. We are men; we carry burdens, we create order, we defend our families and our people. It''s only right for us to feel that pressure, to face it, and to beat it! Anyone who can''t stand pressure is a coward! But you''re no cowards! Keep your chests out as you head to the penalty spot and get ready to take your shot. Whether it goes in or not doesn''t matter! What matters is having the guts to do it and performing at your best! Millwall?"


    "charge! Charge! charge!!"


    The whole team shouted in unison.


    Aldrich''s words quickly rallied them, helping them forget the heavy blow from Seedorf''s equalizer!


    Each yer looked resolutely at one another, offering encouragement.


    The Lions fans saw this and stubbornly lifted their chins: even if they lost today, the Lions would always be the strongest in their hearts!


    After submitting the penalty order, Aldrich walked toward Real Madrid''s side, where he shook hands with Heynckes once again. They chatted for a minute, expressing mutual respect. At the start of the match, they had exchanged pleasantries, but now, at the end of the game, they had developed a camaraderie.


    As the penalty shootout was about to begin, Millwall''s yers stood tall and serious around the center circle, their arms draped over each other''s shoulders, forming a united front.


    On the sidelines, Aldrich likewise stood shoulder to shoulder with his coaching staff, with the substitutes joining in.


    The sight was truly breathtaking.


    Television cameras captured this show of Millwall''s unity and fearlessness for the world to see!


    Millwall would take the first penalty. As the first yer approached the spot, Real Madrid''s goalkeeper Ilgner stretched out his palms and shouted, "Hey, you''ve got it wrong! I''m the one in goal!"


    Thementators went wild; everyone except Millwall''s coaches and yers looked shocked!


    "The first person to take a penalty for Millwall is goalkeeper Butt! A goalkeeper! A goalkeeper! What the heck! I''ve never seen a team let their keeper take the first penalty in a shootout! Is Hall insane? Is he out of his mind? There are so many yers with good footwork; why Butt? Why?! This is absolutely bonkers!"


    Real Madrid''s yers stared in disbelief as they saw Butt step up to take the first penalty.


    But for the Millwall side, there was no doubt about Butt''s abilities. He often practiced penalties in his spare time��not just saving them, but taking them too��and his striking skills were as good as anyone else''s!


    Igna and Bart stood face to face, thetter looking stoic. No matter what goalkeeper standards are used, Igner is considered to be a higher level than Butt and the best goalkeeper. Bart knew this all too well. He has heard constant criticism this season questioning whether he is still worthy of being Millwall''s first-choice goalkeeper. There were calls for the club to find a better goalkeeper to rece him, but Aldridge never took that approach.


    Defending the goal is a basic responsibility, but if he can help the team score a penalty kick in the penalty shootout, Bart is also bound to do so.


    With his first shot, he approached the ball as he would in practice and confidently sent it into the bottom corner of the. Ilgner guessed the direction correctly, but the speed and angle of the shot left him with no chance to save it.


    Millwall led the shootout 1-0.


    After taking the penalty, Butt immediately jogged back to his goal, prepared to defend.


    His calm demeanor ced immense pressure on Real Madrid''s yers.


    Is this goalkeeper just tooposed?!


    Although Aldrich didn''t celebrate on the sidelines, a weight lifted off his shoulders.


    Sometimes, a penalty shootout can be a psychological battle; the calmer side puts more pressure on their opponent.


    For Millwall to have the goalkeeper take the first penalty and convert it? That would undoubtedly affect Real Madrid mentally!

 Chapter 327: From dark horse to Champions

    <h4>Chapter 327: From dark horse to Champions</h4>


    The penalty shootout tests a yer''s mental fortitude more than anything else. It''s not like the usual 90 minutes of regr y. No, it''s entirely different. The shootout is the final test where victory is on the line. Ironically, the more desperate a yer is to win, the less likely they might perform well. Add to that the physical exhaustion after 120 minutes, and even the most routine technical movements could go wrong under the immense pressure.


    Butt wasn''t physically tired. As long as he could conquer the mental pressure, he''d perform to his usual standard. And he did. He slotted in the first penalty, looking calm but it was anything but easy.


    Real Madrid''s first penalty taker was Mijatovi?, the forward who had previously won a controversial penalty for the team. As he stepped up to the spot, the stadium fell silent, everyone watching closely to see where he would ce the ball.


    Mijatovi? stared at the bottom left corner as he ran up, trying to mislead Butt, who dove towards that side. But the Real Madrid forward had chosen to strike to the other side. However...


    The ball flew wide of the post. He missed!


    "Mijatovi? misses! He couldn''t handle the pressure! Although Butt dived in the wrong direction, Mijatovi? was too focused on precision, and the ball went just wide. Millwall now leads 1-0 after the first round."


    Butt got up from the ground, his face calm, and stepped aside for Illgner to take his ce in goal.


    Millwall''s yers at the center circle didn''t celebrate the miss extravagantly. Some of them clenched their fists and closed their eyes in silent celebration.


    As Millwall''s second penalty taker walked to the spot, thementator was in disbelief again.


    "Materazzi! Materazzi is taking the second penalty! Where are Millwall''s strikers? Where are their midfielders? First it''s the goalkeeper, now it''s a defender. Are the others too scared to take a penalty? This is unbelievable! The first was a keeper, now it''s a defender. Did Hall mix up the penalty taker list?"


    But Materazzi was an excellent penalty taker. Those unfamiliar with the Premier League wouldn''t know, but when Millwall used their second squad, Materazzi would always take the penalties. He had already scored 11 goals this season, six of them from the spot.


    There was no issue with him taking the penalty, and he was full of energy, having onlye on in extra time. Within the team, his leadership sometimes even surpassed that of Larsson, the club''s third captain, as Materazzi frequently led the second team in matches.


    With a serious expression, Materazzi waited for the referee''s whistle, then ran up and struck the ball.


    The ball flew cleanly into the top right corner. A little higher and it might have missed, but it was so precise that Illgner had no chance of saving it. He barely moved.


    "Materazzi scores! Even though having Butt and Materazzi take the first two penalties was risky and unconventional, they both delivered. Now the pressure is mounting on Real Madrid. In the psychological battle, Hall''s team is now in control. Real Madrid''s next taker is Seedorf. Can he handle the pressure and restore some hope for his team?"


    Seedorf looked calm as he approached the ball. His run-up was slow and deliberate, but when he struck the ball, it flew quickly towards the goal. Once again, Butt guessed wrong, diving to the same side as before, while Seedorf''s shot headed towards the top corner.


    Bang!


    The ball smashed off the crossbar and bounced out!


    "Wow, Seedorf''s penalty hits the crossbar! Millwall hit the woodwork four times during regr y, and now it''s Real Madrid''s turn. But this miss couldn''t havee at a worse time for them."


    The Real Madrid fans in the stands were silent. Many shook their heads in disbelief, and Seedorf walked back with his head down. Several of his teammates were already crouching on the pitch, devastated.


    Millwall led 2-0.


    Theoretically, if they scored two more penalties, Millwall would win the title.


    For the first time, Aldrich felt the nerves creeping in. He draped one arm over Jansen''s shoulder and the other over Ben��tez''s. If either of them had been paying attention, they would''ve noticed Aldrich''s arms trembling.


    The Champions League was within reach!


    Millwall''s third penalty taker stepped up: Nedv��d.


    "Finally, a familiar face on penalty kicks appears! Nedv��d has been outstanding in the second half of the season and Hall has unleashed his attacking potential. No attacking midfielder has scored more goals in the top five leagues this year More than him. He has yed a vital role in many goals and has be a key figure for Millwall. "


    Nedv��d calmly ran up and pushed the ball into the bottom corner. Illgner was frustrated. He had guessed right again, but Nedv��d''s shot was so precise that he couldn''t quite reach it.


    As Nedv��d''s penalty hit the back of the, the Millwall fans erupted in thunderous cheers.


    This put Real Madrid on the brink of defeat. Even if they didn''t fall now, they needed to score their next two penalties to stay alive.


    Nedv��d, eyes closed, clenched his fist near his mouth as he walked back to his teammates, who weed him back with open arms.


    "All the pressure is now on Real Madrid. Their third taker is ?uker. He *must* score, or they will have to watch their opponents lift the European Cup."


    Before taking his penalty, ?uker had observed Butt''s previous saves. He knew Butt liked to dive early, so his n was to trick the goalkeeper intomitting, then ce the ball easily into the other side.


    Butt hadn''t saved any of the first two penalties. The Real Madrid yers had been too focused on cement and ended up missing.


    If Suk shoots into the theoretical dead center, even if Bart guesses the direction correctly, he will probably not be able to save it. So, with afortable 3-0 lead, he decided to y it safe and cover the central part of the goal. If an opponent takes a clever shot, he either pounces on the ball or simply lets it go. "


    "The referee''s whistle blew and Suker started the game. His eyes were on Butt and he felt the uncertainty wash over him as the tension began to creep in.


    "Come on, you damn German��for God''s sake, dive!"


    "Dive!


    "Dive!


    "Left or right, choose whichever side you want!!!"


    But there he was, squatting motionless like a statue. "


    Now, as Suker stood at the penalty spot, he felt the weight of the moment. He had to shoot, but Bart remained motionless, sparking a pang of anxiety within him. In a desperate moment, he struck the ball, seemingly casually firing it towards left-center of the goal. It was a half-high shot that was difficult for the goalkeeper to save.


    However, the ball wasn''t moving quickly, allowing Butt to wait patiently for it toe to him before making his save. In that moment, Butt and Suker seemed like perfectly synchronized partners. As the ball rolled out, Butt took a step to the right and securely gathered it into his arms. With his expression unchanged, Butt hurled the ball toward his teammates.


    But then his expression twisted, and he roared, "What are you waiting for? Champions of Europe! Let''s celebrate!"


    Millwall''s ten outfield yers at the center circle exploded with joy and raced towards Butt, fists pumping and shouting in celebration.


    The substitute on the bench erupted and immediately rushed onto the field. The Millwall coaching staff, centered on Aldridge, is also working hard to move forward. Aldridge entered the fray with his eyes wide open, but he was tripped by a yer on the way and fell face first to the turf.


    But luck was on his side; the other coaches were quick on their feet, diving onto Aldrich in what looked like a celebratory pile-up. It made it seem like he wasn''t just crashing to the ground but was actually getting cozy on the pitch to join in the celebration!


    "And it''s all over! Suker''s penalty was effortlessly collected by Butt, leading Millwall to a stunning 3-0 victory in the penalty shootout against Real Madrid, crowned champions of the 1997/98 UEFA Champions League! Millwall haspleted this season unbeaten, winning all 11 of their Champions League matches��they didn''t just sneak into the final as dark horses; they arrived with undeniable strength and ultimately lifted the trophy. This is a myth, a miracle, destined to be remembered as one of the ssic seasons in UEFA Champions League history. Millwall, the undeniable champions of Europe!


    For Real Madrid, it''s a bitter disappointment; their dream of a Champions League title, which had eluded them for 32 years, has beenpletely shattered by Millwall in this shootout. Hall described this match as akin to a date with one''s lover, and indeed Millwall has made sure that the Champions League dreams of Real Madrid havee crashing down in Amsterdam!"


    In the Englishmentary box, the broadcasters had gonepletely wild.


    "English clubs return to the pinnacle of Europe after 14 long years! Thest Champions League title went to Liverpool in 1984, and during these fourteen years, English football endured a harrowing dark age. We faced bans, we were criticized as a breeding ground for football hooligans, and we were repeatedly beaten by Europe''s strongest teams. But we have risen again, step by step reiming our ce.


    During this critical period, a great young tactician emerged��Aldrich-Hall. Every Englishman should cheer for him, as he has made Ennd the center of attention once more! In just four years, he has built a powerhouse team capable of sweeping through Europe! Who would have thought that Millwall would carry the g for Ennd and restore our teams to the glory of the European summit?


    In this match, Hall once again showcased his brilliance. Millwallcked luck in regr time, with four clear chances striking the woodwork. Yet in the penalty shootout, Hall tactically employed the goalkeeper first, then defenders, followed by midfielders to take the penalties��systematically breaking down Real Madrid''s psychological defenses. This was absolute premeditated genius! Aldrich-Hall has not only brought sess to Millwall, but he has alsoid the foundation for this young team, and achieved greatness for himself! From today onwards, Hall is a championship-winning coach, and Millwall has be the king of Europe!"

 Chapter 328: Tomorrow’s Matters, We’ll Talk Tomorrow

    <h4>Chapter 328: Tomorrow''s Matters, We''ll Talk Tomorrow</h4>


    The yers of Real Madrid copsed onto the turf after a minute of fierce battle and a brutal penalty shootout. Their expressions varied��some were dejected, some mournful, some in shock, and some had red-rimmed eyes...


    Heynckes walked onto the field,forting each yer. Although he also felt lost, his age afforded him a greater capacity to withstand the blow of that moment.


    He told every Real Madrid yer: "We wille again!"


    Of course, Heynckes knew that his journey with Real Madrid hade to an end. Finishing third in the league and as runners-up in the Champions League meant there would be no European Cup next season. The club simply couldn''t tolerate his record this year.


    But he hoped the yers could lift their spirits instead of leaving in despair


    In the stands, Millwall fans were in a frenzy, witnessing their beloved team reach the pinnacle of European football. It was as if they were prepared to die contentedly.


    It took a long moment before Aldridge breathed a sigh of relief, almost overwhelmed by the other ecstatic coaches. His suit jacket had already been thrown on the seat. He stood up, his shirt and trousers were messy, and he looked like a sloppy yboy.


    The joy of winning the championship did not bring him to tears. Strangely enough, while many fans in the stands, and even some yers on the field, had misty eyes, Aldrich seemed transformed into a fresh-faced youth, wanting to exuberantly release his youthful passion in that very moment.


    He hugged and shook hands with each member of the coaching staff, expressing his gratitude in their ears. Without them, the team never would have reached this height. Millwall''s sess was never just his alone, and it could never be. An exceptional coaching staff is an indispensable element in a sessful team.


    Over the four years, Aldrich had earned the respect and admiration of his colleagues. Now, after winning the championship, it seemed in their hearts, Aldrich had gone from an ordinary person to a god.


    On the field, yers embraced one another. Materazzi, having hugged Pirlo, approached Aldrich from behind, gripping his calves with both hands. He ducked his head under Aldrich''s legs and stood up, lifting Aldrich onto his shoulders.


    Materazzi, stripped to the waist, revealed his strong muscles as he carried Aldrich to the Millwall fan section.


    "Marco, you don''t need to do this!" Aldrich looked down and said.


    Materazziughed heartily, "But they love it!"


    Sure enough, the Millwall fans in the stands collectively worshiped. This amazing scene took everyone''s breath away and was extremely shocking.


    Led by Brady, the Roar of Lions fan club suddenly began singing a joyful song. The lyrics were well-prepared��a birthday song specifically written for Aldrich.


    At the end of the song, over two thousand fans shouted in unison, "Aldrich, happy birthday!"


    Aldrich jumped down from Materazzi''s shoulders. To be honest, hugging someone as broad-shouldered as Materazzi was a bit of a struggle, but he managed to wrap his arms around him and turned to ask with a smile, "Did you notify your friends and family to watch the match?"


    Materazzi shrugged. "I didn''t tell anyone. Besides, I didn''t know if I''d even get a chance to y. The people who care about me will watch the game; as for whether they''lle, I have no idea."


    Aldrich sighed slightly. Materazzi had a rather tough childhood; he seemed fearsome on the field but was aposed person off it.


    "Remember this moment. And I am certain you will be a starter in the Champions League final in the future!"


    Materazzi grinned and replied yfully, "How do you know I won''t transfer away?"


    Aldrich chuckled, "Leave? Would you really want to?"


    Materazzi raised his eyebrows, watching Aldrich walk away. Perhaps he truly didn''t want to go.


    However, for him, back in Italy, along with many yers who came to Millwall, there was always a thought deep down before arriving here: this ce would never be home.


    Aldrich approached Larsson, saying nothing, just embracing him and patting his back. Larsson, however, was filled with joyous chatter in Aldrich''s ear.


    Nedv��d, Schneider, Butt, Southgate... Aldrich embraced every yer, and finally, he came to Shevchenko, who was wrapped in a Ukrainian g.


    For yers from less mainstream footballing nations, moments like reaching the peak of the Champions League were rare. Especially for Ukraine, though it had only been a few years since the dissolution of Eastern Europe, being able to win the Champions League meant Shevchenko perhaps was the first; Aldrich wasn''t sure, but even if he wasn''t, it was certainly a rare achievement.


    Tears streamed down Shevchenko''s face as he embraced Aldrich, holding him tightly while he choked back his gratitude.


    He was leaving.


    Unlike Stam, who had prematurely reached an agreement to leave Manchester United, Shevchenko, despite expressing his desire to leave to Aldrich six months ago, remained respectful of his role as a yer. He had never contacted AC Mn privately; it was only when Aldrich reached an agreement with Galliani that Andrew was informed.


    Aldrich had be quite open-minded regarding yers leaving the team.


    Solskj?r, Pir��s, Vieira, Stam��many great yers had already left under his management, and he could face it with a calm heart. More importantly, he could consider the yers'' feelings. Shevchenko dreamed of ying for AC Mn, and Aldrich wished him well without any barriers on his dream path.


    The Millwall fans and yers looked on curiously as Aldrich and Shevchenko embraced for an unusually long time. Shevchenko''s emotion was beyond imagination.


    Some yers might have guessed something but chose not to ask; this was not the moment for sad farewells.


    Once Aldrich finished embracing the yers, he stood alone in the center of the field, hands on his hips, gazing at the podium where the awards would be presented. Surrounding cameras zoomed in on him. This young head coach had written a legendary Chapter in football today, reaching the heights of European football on his 22nd birthday!


    The awards ceremony quickly began, and Aldrich walked toward the back. As he stepped onto the stage, the audience on either side apuded in unison for him and his team, with excited female fans hugging him and nting kisses...


    "Son! Son! Son!"


    Arthur, his family and Rowling stood at a corner of the podium. Arthur did not hide his love for Aldrich. When Aldrich approached, he grabbed him, put his arms around his neck, and repeated like a madman: "Son, you are too Awesome! You''re awesome! You''re awesome..."


    Finally, Andrew and Bat had to exert considerable effort to pry Arthur away, or else Aldrich would have been dyed from receiving his award.


    The UEFA guests were mostly unfamiliar faces to Aldrich, but that didn''t prevent him from politely exchanging a few words with them. Eventually, UEFA''s Johnson bent down for a long conversation with Aldrich before draping the medal around his neck.


    "Head,e over here!"


    Southgate and Nedv��d stood on either side, and Southgate suddenly wanted Aldrich to lift the trophy with them.


    However, Aldrich smiled and shook his head, "If you don''t want to lift it, many would be eager to take your ce."


    Southgate nced over at the eager teammates and then exchanged nces with Nedv��d. The two of them lifted the trophy high, surrounded by a shower of confetti, as they excitedly shouted, "Millwall, Kings of Europe!"


    The yers took the trophy below for photographs. After participating in the first group photo, Aldrich headed to the post-match press conference.


    As the yers celebrated this milestone moment with their families on the field, Aldrich stepped into the press conference room, greeted by thunderous apuse.


    The reporters stood up, apuding and gazing at Aldrich while nodding repeatedly��a gesture of respect.


    Aldrich smiled and sat down, when suddenly a reporter asked, "Mr. Hall, shouldn''t you be in a suit? To be honest, your current appearance does not do your image justice."


    Aldrich shrugged with a wry smile, "But my suit got lost."


    "Lost it?"


    "Yeah, I left it on my seat during the match. I looked for it just now, but I don''t know who took it. In any case, it''s gone."


    "Uh... Were there any important items lost?"


    "None, just what you mentioned��my image might have taken a hit."


    His appearance indeed looked a bit shabby, with noticeable dirt stains from being pressed into the grass.


    Aldrich sat down, and the reporters asked their questions in an orderly fashion.


    "Let''s talk about the tactics in the final. Before the match, we predicted that Millwall would utilize a defensive counter-attacking strategy, but during the game, we saw an aggressive attacking style. Why the change?"


    Aldrich remained calm, able to joke andugh.


    "I''ve reiterated numerous times that I''m not a rigid coach. For different matches and different opponents, I choose tactics I believe are most suitable. Maybe they work, maybe they don''t. I''m satisfied with today''s tactics as they yed well and helped us win the championship."


    The reporters nodded, believing that if it hadn''t been for Millwall''s bad luck, the match should have ended in 90 minutes.


    "Could you evaluate Real Madrid''s performance?"


    "They are a great opponent, and I must admit that they have stronger finishing ability. We created more threatening chances, yet after one minute, the score was 3-3, and we ultimately won through penalties."


    "Millwall won the Champions League in its debut season. Does this mean you will start dreaming of the next trophy? With such a young squad, there are opportunities to contend for a second, third, or even more Champions League trophies."


    Aldrich pondered for a moment before shaking his head, "I''m not thinking about a second Champions League trophy right now, that would be disrespectful to the yers. Though we won undefeated, this achievement came from their immense effort and seriousness. If I talk about a second Champions League trophy, it might imply that winning was too easy. No, I don''t think that way. Right now, my team and I need to focus on just one thing: celebrating this honor earned through a season of hard work. This is what the yers deserve. As for the future, I''ll think about it when the timees to discuss it."


    ...


    Aldrich didn''t borate on future matters during the press conference, leaving the reporters with plenty of spection.


    Regardless of what others thought, Aldrich proudly led his jubnt team back home as heroes!

 Chapter 329: New Heights and New Challenges

    <h4>Chapter 329: New Heights and New Challenges</h4>


    Returning to London with the UEFA Champions League trophy not only thrilled Millwall fans but also sparked envy in their London neighbors.


    Chelsea recently lifted the Cup Winners'' Cup, while Arsenal beat Newcastle United to win the FA Cup toplete the season''s coveted double. After years of struggle, both clubs finally held their heads high and proudly disyed their respective trophies. But the enviable and jealous Millwall - their neighbours - are back with the precious Dunay trophy!


    London fans were proud.


    In this year of English football, the spotlight waspletely off Liverpool and Manchester. Three domestic trophies were up for grabs, with Arsenal iming two and Millwall snatching one. Millwall also reignited the highest prestige of Europeanpetition by bringing home the Champions League title, while Chelsea repeated their Cup Winners'' Cup victory fromst year.


    London was not just the focus of English football; it stood as a beacon for European football.


    This had Fleet Street arrogantly dering that English football was back on top!


    After a week-long celebration featuring parades, fan interactions, and a grand homing, the yers finally packed their bags to head home, with some going directly to join their national teams for the World Cup in France.


    Meanwhile, Millwall''s management wasn''t quite on holiday yet. CEO Adam was busy liaising with sponsors��not only was he renewing old contracts, but new sponsors were moring at the door. It was conservatively estimated that Millwall would have over twentymercial partners before the new season began, with sponsorship ie expected to double from the previous year.


    New sponsorship deals for the team''s chest ads were already lined up. Standard Chartered outbid allpetitors, and PUMA renewed their shirt sponsorship with a contract that doubled in value.


    Millwall was thriving, with their ster sporting performance drivingmercial growth, while their relentless promotion efforts coupled with their impressive achievements began to yield great returns.


    The number of official registered members had already exceeded three hundred thousand. The club was receiving inquiries from fan organizations in other countries, eager to establish foreign branches recognized by Millwall.


    This year is the year of the World Cup. As a famous figure in football, Aldridge does not want to stay in Ennd, especially London. He knew he would receive constant attention -invites to various programs, requests tomentate live, and endless post-match interviews. While the major newspapers had enough sense to not cling to him like a sticky band-aid, the tabloids were relentless. Those paparazzi would keep bothering him until he uttered a few words, and before he knew it, they''d be back the next day with the same old tricks.


    Carter invited Aldrich to Switzend for a summer trip. After some thought, Aldrich agreed, but he was yet to leave. It would be a group trip, and Aldrich intended to bring some friends along.


    At the Leo training center, the youth team had no summer break, but the training was slightly less intense.


    Some homesick yers were granted leaves to visit their hometowns.


    Aldrich and Andrew stood on the chilly pitch, watching a 7-vs-7 half-field scrimmage.


    The way the young yers looked at Aldrich hadpletely transformed.


    What had once been respect had turned into a kind of reverence.


    Aldrich couldn''t quite understand why younger kids like Aguero, Messi, and Cristiano Ronaldo found him intimidating.


    It was likely his recent Champions League win had elevated his status as a coach significantly, leading them to view him with a healthy dose of fear.


    On the pitch, a batch of U15 youths were ying. After the World Cup, they would represent Millwall in the inaugural Millwall Charity Cup, with 13-year-old Cristiano Ronaldo and 15-year-old De Rossi as their key yers.


    Watching Ronaldo y was both exciting and frustrating.


    Ronaldo was incredibly dominant in training, fearless and eager to take the spotlight. His abilities far outssed those of his peers, allowing him to train with the U16 squad.


    However, he had many habits to correct.


    One of them was his tendency to y his own game.


    Inyman''s terms, he often tried to go solo, charging forward with the ball, breaking through defenders, only to pass to a space when cornered. Unfortunately, his teammates frequently failed to anticipate his pass, making them unable to connect. When this happened, Ronaldo would loudly express his frustration, iming his teammates weren''t keeping pace with him.


    This phenomenon was gradually changing, aided by Aldrich''s decision to promote Ronaldo''s training. His peers couldn''t hold him back, but yers aged two or three years older posed a different challenge, physically restricting Ronaldo''s performance. He was slowly starting to realize that his ystyle was unsustainable and was beginning to adjust. At least during individual practice sessions with Meulensteen, he was more serious and diligent, often putting in extra workte at night.


    Messi and Aguero were faring better. Their technical abilities were unquestionable, and their skills flowed more smoothly and cohesively than those of their peers. Being the youngest in the squad meant that the older teammates tended to look out for them, and they received the most support. They were well-regarded and often earned apuse and praise during training. asionally, Aldrich would take them out for meals or shopping to help them limate to life in Europe, having moved from South America at such a young age; it was important to introduce them to the world outside the pitch.


    When the yers started to take a break, De Rossi ran over, drinking from a bottle as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Boss, are you going to watch the games this summer?"


    "Which games? The World Cup?"


    "No, the Charity Cup."


    Aldrich shook his head. "No, I''ll be traveling."


    De Rossi looked disappointed. He was set to captain Millwall''s team for the event.


    Andrew chuckled from the side. "You aren''t thinking that if he saw you y, he might promote you to the first team next season, are you?"


    De Rossi scratched his head, saying, "Isn''t that usible?"


    Aldrich rolled his eyes and chuckled without responding.


    Of course, it was unlikely.


    What could a 15-year-old contribute to the first team?


    ying in the Premier League would be a disaster; ying in the reserves would be even worse.


    "Do you believe you can win?"


    Andrew teased, his gaze fixed on De Rossi.


    De Rossi frowned, pondering for a moment before replying, "I think it''s possible."


    He nced back at his teammates.


    Up front was that kid Cristiano Ronaldo.


    In midfield, it was him and Yenass.


    As long as they pressed their opponents, they should be fine.


    After he walked away, Aldrich turned to Andrew and sighed, "When you were fifteen, were you this arrogant?"


    Andrew shrugged, smiling faintly.


    "Have you given this enough thought?"


    Sighing after being pressed, Aldrich offered a wry smile and said, "Looks like Millwall''s supermarket is really going to open."


    Andrew jumped in, "I actually think it''s a good thing. These yers have already achieved the club''s highest honors, and after winning the league titlest year, to be honest, their motivation might be questionable. Plus, selling yers makes room for new ones��otherwise, why bother with the youth team? If they want to leave and you force them to stay, it''ll just create resentment. You''ll feel awkward having them around."


    Aldridge stared at Andrew intently and retorted: "If I sell everyone, do we have to consider relegation next season?"


    Andrew shot back, "Do you really need me to remind you about your ability to develop yers?"


    Starting the day after winning the Champions League, transfer offers from Europe''s top clubs began flooding into Millwall.


    Who was on the shopping list?


    Even Butt had three top-flight clubs vying for his signature, and all other yers were linked with the real powerhouses.


    The only yers whose agents had firmly stated they would stay were Nedved, Larsson, Southgate, Schneider, Butt, Pirlo, and Makelele.


    Aside from Shevchenko, who had nned to leave beforehand, three other yers had made concrete decisions to depart��decisions, not mere thoughts, as those might have lingered in their minds for a while.


    Trezeguet wanted to try his luck in Italy. He felt he had conquered Ennd and was ready for new challenges in Serie A, the crucible for forwards.


    Helguera''s agent was his uncle. As a Spaniard, he wanted Helguera to wear the noble jersey of Real Madrid, and Helguera shared that intent.


    Capdev''s reasons for wanting to leave were notpetitive; it was his struggle to adapt to life in London. Besides ying football, he found little to upy his time, feeling out of ce and unable to cope with the city''s weather. He yearned for the sun-drenched lifestyle of Spain. Aldrich waspletely convinced of his reasoning, particrly since the club he proposed for a transfer was Deportivo La Coru?a, rather than the two powerhouses, Real Madrid and Barcelona, that were also pursuing him. If he was purely after a spot in a top-tier club, joining Madrid would onlynd him on the bench, with no hope of dethroning Roberto Carlos from first-team duties for at least five years.


    One more yer wanting to leave was Back.


    He joined the club four years ago, but three years in, Pirlo had taken over the starting position. As Pirlo aged and maintained his physical strength, Back''s ying time dwindled further.


    Aldrich''s preferred midfield trio of Makelele, Pirlo, and Nedved was functioning wlessly, and Back was indeed only a substitute in Aldrich''s ns. However, Back no longer wanted to be a backup in order to secure a quicker entry into the German national team.


    He especially saw no natural path to bing a starter, as Millwall''s midfields were all in their prime. Pirlo was only twenty, and unless someone left or got injured, Back wouldn''t likely secure a starting spot.


    Aldrich felt no me towards Back''s thoughts, particrly after thetter had been upfront about his feelings during their talks.


    Back wasn''t someone with unrealistic ambitions; it was simply that Millwall boasted a strong lineup. He couldn''t see a clear way to breakthrough, not due to ack of talent but because Aldrich had a clear preference for Pirlo''s creativity. With Makelele behind him for defensive support, there was no need for the ymaker to expend energy securing the defense. This approach��using offense topress the opponent''s attacking options��was, in itself, a more sessful form of defense!


    Transfers needed to be handled swiftly, but during a World Cup year, everything would have to wait until after the tournament. Aldrich aimed to suppress any transfer talk while preparing for the potential departures of these yers.


    Before the World Cup kicked off in France, Aldrich had onest destination to visit before heading on holiday.


    Inside a business conference room of a hotel, long tables were set up with high-backed chairs at either end, each marked with an English letter. The first chair on the left wasbeled "A," with neighboring chairs marked "B," "I," "J," and so on. In the center, two adjacent chairs were both marked "M."


    As the conference room doors opened, people in sharp suits began streaming in. They stole nces at the letters on the chairs and took their seats ordingly. Among them, it was easy to spot Barcelona''s representative sitting in the chair marked "B" and Ajax''s representative settled into the chairbeled "A."


    Names like Galliani, Moratti, Moggi, and Sanz filled the room��there were a total of 13 people present. However, next to the only vacant seat, Manchester United''s Edwards frowned, staring at the letter on the chair: "M."


    Had there been a mistake?


    It should have been "L."


    Liverpool.


    As the thirteen waited, footsteps echoed from outside. They turned to see a young, striking blonde man striding in with his hands in his pockets. He confidently shut the door behind him and walked directly to Edwards, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down.


    Edwards stared in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. "Aldrich-Hall! What are you doing here?"


    Aldrich shrugged and replied, "What? So you''d rather see Liverpool''s representative here instead?"


    Edwards shot back, his voice sharp, "Millwall doesn''t belong in a ce like this!"


    Aldrich simply smiled and said nothing.


    Galliani remained unperturbed, saying, "Millwall is the champion team of Ennd, and they''ve also won the Champions League. Their influence in European football over thest two years is undeniable."


    Aldrich and Galliani exchanged knowing nces.


    "No, no, no, Millwall isn''t at our level yet," Edwards insisted.


    Galliani sighed, "Well, let''s put it to a vote."


    After representatives from Real Madrid, Juventus, Inter Mn, and AC Mn raised their hands in agreement, the representatives from other clubs followed suit. While not everyone was on board��Barcelona notably disagreed��there were still ten votes in favor.


    Aldrich turned to Edwards, who could only helplessly concede Millwall''s ce as a recement for Liverpool at the meeting.


    Aldrich scanned the room, noting the representatives from various powerhouse clubs. Some had been lobbied by Galliani, while others hoped to do business with Millwall, hoping Aldrich would persuade others to support him.


    Regardless of everything, Millwall made it here. Whether or not they had the pedigree or background of the elite, at the very least, they were now ying the game alongside the big boys.


    In the summer of ''98, under themand of the charismatic Aldrich, the first generation of The Lions swept across Europe.


    The G14 group was stirring, setting the stage for a battle against UEFA over the formation of the European Super League.


    The Ennd team, hailed as the "strongest in history" every time, went to France, but returned empty-handed again.


    With less than two years to go until Lion King Stadium''s projectedpletion date...


    <strong>Volume Four: Champion''s Throne - END</strong>


    <strong>Volume 5: Prologue to the Dynasty</strong>

 Chapter 330: The Exodus of Millwall

    <h4>Chapter 330: The Exodus of Millwall</h4>


    With the advancement of television broadcast technology and the increasing profits generated from football match broadcasts,bined with the rising values of superstar yers, club operating costs have been on the rise. To chase profits and reduce operational risks, the G14 organization was born.


    Edwards brought up the often-discussed "European Super League" from the Premier League owners'' roundtable at the G14 meeting. Although this organization had not yet been officially established, it was essential to have a goal and stance during its formation to unify everyone.


    This was undoubtedly aimed at challenging UEFA, which was merely an organizer; its biggest brand is the Champions League, and the mainstays of that league are the top European clubs. Hence, the elite clubs united to exert pressure on UEFA, which is essentially a form of "ss struggle" familiar in various industries.


    The "European Super League" was just an idea, but one that could incite panic in UEFA. Aldrich remained mostly silent during his first G14 meeting, aware of his subordinate position��as an inconspicuous supporting character. This organization needed the most influential clubs in Europe to join. Historically, Millwall couldn''tpare to Liverpool, nor did they measure up to the clubs present that had won the Champions League. However, in the past two years, Millwall had created a youth wave in Europe that undeniably held significant public appeal. At the very least,pared to Dortmund, Ajax, and clubs in Ligue 1, nobody could im that Millwallcked in influence.


    Aldrich kept his head down and listened quietly, knowing that if he started to talk too much, he''d only irritate others and find himself sidelined.


    Millwall''s inclusion in this group was already a windfall; there was no need to push his luck further.


    After all, G14 served as a tangible measure of a club''s standing in Europe.


    They convened secret meetings in Brussels, but the organization wasn''t truly mysterious, nor did they want to be. After reaching a consensus internally, they needed tomunicate their decisions and ns to UEFA; either UEFA would give in, or they would break away entirely and create their own European Super League, skipping the Champions League to see who could reap the benefits and who would suffer losses.


    Aside from attending this first meeting, Aldrich would not participate in future G14 summits; instead, Adam would represent them. In reality, this organization would eventually make some blunders that would force UEFA to reform. The Champions League schedule became bizarre��more matches and thus more broadcasting ie and bonuses, but it put the elite clubs in a quagmire, as they could never juggle multiplepetitions effectively. The end result of these poorly managed multiple campaigns was likely to be disastrous.


    Upon hearing the news of Europa''s top clubs plotting a rebellion, UEFA immediately contacted the owners of those clubs. However, since they had pre-formed alliances and shared amon stance, UEFA was left with no options. They began to draft revisions to the Champions League rules for the next season. It was impossible to make changes for the 98/99 season due to theck of time.


    The FIFA World Cup was in full swing. Aldrich, Yvonne, Brady, and Sol traveled to Switzend with Carter and some friends for summer skiing��a charming change of pace.


    Even before the World Cup concluded, Ennd found itself engulfed in a mix of anger and disappointment.


    In the Ennd-Argentina sh, Ennd was eliminated once again. This time, it wasn''t Maradona''s "Hand of God" or his miraculous run past five yers that had done them in. The media and public turned their ire on the young star David Beckham, who hadmitted a reckless foul that resulted in his red card.


    Beckham went straight to the United States to seekfort with his girlfriend Victoria, while the British media''s criticism of him escted.


    Even when France decisively defeated Brazil to win the final, the media''s condemnation of Beckham did not cease.


    Aldrich enjoyed his time in Switzend, but as soon as the World Cup concluded, so did his holiday.


    Returning to London, he held a press conference in mid-July.


    Reporters from Fleet Street gathered in droves.


    The purpose of this conference was to announce the club''s transfer news.


    However, as soon as he sat down, the reporters eagerly raised their hands to ask questions.


    Aldrich was astonished: "I haven''t even said a word, what do you want to ask?"


    Since the outside world didn''t know the topic of the conference, some were bold enough to ask a direct question, leaving Aldrich puzzled.


    He decided, however, to let Richard speak first.


    "Coach Hall, what do you think about Beckham being sent off with a red card during the France World Cup?"


    The other reporters lowered their hands; it appeared they all had the same question.


    About Beckham.


    Before the World Cup kicked off, the British media considered several new generation English football idols, but the focus was sharply on Aldrich and Beckham. Owen also seemed promising. However, after the World Cup ended, public opinion shifted, with Beckham being med for Ennd''s crushing defeat.


    Aldrich remained calm: "If you are asking about that red card, I see no issue. Beckham did retaliate, and there''s no controversy in the referee''s decision."


    "How do you view Diego Simeone''s exaggerated fall?"


    "Aldrich replied, ''That has nothing to do with what Simeone did. The nature of Beckham''s foul was clearly a red card offense. Regardless of the extent of the injury, it''s like being attacked by a mugger on the street; I might only have a scrape, but if I scream in agony, am I in the wrong? Whether I exaggerate the injury doesn''t change the fact that I was attacked.''


    "So, should Beckham be held fully ountable for Ennd''s defeat?"


    Aldrich chuckled, shaking his head: "I don''t think so. The media is odd; when Beckham didn''t y in the group stages, you med Hoddle for not giving him a chance. Then he ys and makes a mistake, and suddenly he''s the scapegoat. The Ennd national team has a coach and more than 11 yers; winning isn''t solely Beckham''s glory, nor should he take all the me for losing. He''s still young, and I believe this experience will be a valuable lesson for him, helping him mature and be better suited for big moments in the future."


    "There are rumors that Beckham will leave Ennd this summer."


    "Impossible. Ferguson won''t let him go, and I believe staying at Manchester United is the best thing for his growth and development. So let''s end the discussion on Beckham. If you want my opinion, I can only say: failure belongs to the past; we must look forward. Beckham is a great yer, but he''s not a god. Please give him some lenience; he will repay Ennd with his actions."


    As Aldrich finished speaking, the room fell silent.


    The reporters were eager for drama, and the media''s incitement had stirred many extreme Ennd fans to protest outside Beckham''s home, hurling insults and stones at his house. Beckham''s departure from Ennd was both a retreat and a forced necessity driven by the situation.


    Once the reporters moved on from Beckham, they looked back at Aldrich, waiting for him to unveil the meeting''s secrets.


    Aldrich cleared his throat and calmly said: "Today, I''m announcing several yer transfers. Millwall''s recruitment efforts are ongoing without much to reveal, but a few yers will be leaving."


    The reporters perked up.


    A few yers!


    It felt like Millwall was opening a supermarket!


    Goodness, could Ennd''s Ajax really be facing the same fate of being emptied out?


    Aldrich continued casually: "Shevchenko is transferring to AC Mn for ��18 million; the deal is done."


    Many journalists had already spected that Shevchenko would leave. His emotional disy following the Champions League final was a clear sign of his departure.


    "Trezeguet is moving to Juventus for ��18 million."


    The reporters were shocked.


    Wait, both star forwards are leaving?


    "Then again, Trezeguet has collected all the club''s top honors, and now he''s a World Cup champion. Man, this kid is really fortunate!"


    However, Millwall''s yer sales situation was surprising. Two out of the three main strikers were gone��what about Larsson? Was he leaving too?


    "Back is signing with Real Madrid for ��15 million."


    Back ?!


    That German yer?


    The reporters exchanged surprised nces. Real Madrid signing Back could push out Karembeu.


    Thebination of Back , Redondo, and Seedorf in midfield is genuinely top-tier.


    In fact, outside spection had long debated whether Back or Pirlo should upy Millwall''s main midfield role, a debate stuck without resolution, as each had their strengths. But now the answer emerged��Back chose to leave, solidifying Pirlo''s spot as irreceable.


    Lampard? Even Fleet Street didn''t believe the local hopeful could challenge Pirlo''s position in the short term.


    "Elguera is transferring to Real Madrid for ��10 million."


    The Spanish center-back is leaving too?


    Off to Madrid again; no wonder �C being Spanish, a return home or joining a top-tier club is expected. Poor Southgate, watching each of his partners leave one after the other��first Stam, now Elguera.


    "Capdev is joining Deportivo La Coru?a for ��10 million."


    The Spanish full-back is going back home too?


    Surprisingly, during this period, La Liga clubs had plenty of cash, thanks to the broadcasting rights war, providing lots of funds to bolster their rosters. When Real Madrid and Barcelona sell their rights separately in the future, other La Liga teams'' revenues will plummet.


    Deportivo La Coru?a, ambitious as ever, had not only brought in Irureta for the summer but had also signed many strong yers in the transfer market��Pauleta, Pablo, Romero, and now Capdev. If they could really gel these yers together, they would be a force to reckon with in the future.


    The room was quiet as everyone waited for Aldrich to continue with more announcements.


    Aldrich shrugged and said, "That''s it; the other yers have signed new contracts with the club."


    Winning the Champions League, Millwall would see a substantial rise in ie from broadcasting rights and sponsorships in the new season. Therefore, Aldrich directly raised the sries of first-team yers by 30%. This was his usual practice; he wouldn''t wait until yer wages diverged drastically from the elite clubs before discussing raises or extensions. Doing so would leave Millwall in a very passive position emotionally and strategically. Plus, by extending contracts early and raising sries, yers felt appreciated, leading to a more harmonious club atmosphere. Even if a yer wanted to leave, their contract status ensured a safe transaction, allowing for healthy profits.


    The reporters quickly jotted down notes, arriving at a surprised figure.


    Goodness, Millwall hadted ��83 million as the transfer market just began!


    You guys are raking it in even more than the real Ajax!


    Adding the figures from recent years, Millwall hadted over ��100 million in profits over four years!

 Chapter 331: Scouting for the Future

    <h4>Chapter 331: Scouting for the Future</h4>


    Aldridge''s announcement of the yer''s departure caused an uproar in the venue. Journalists couldn''t help but raise their hands, scrambling to have their questions heard.


    The focus immediately focused on two key questions: how will Millwall spend their newfound transfer revenue and, more importantly, who will rece the five yers now set to leave?


    Aldrich remained calm andposed, showing no signs of distress despite losing nearly half his starting squad, as if the sky hadn''t fallen after all.


    "We''ve gained a significant transfer ie from these yers leaving. Part of this money will be used for the club''s operational costs, some will go toward repaying the debts for the new stadium, a portion will be set aside for the summer transfer budget, and the remainder will go towards establishing a new youth football academy next to the Leo training ground."


    Previously, the youth team had been based solely at the training ground for training purposes. Now, Millwall aims to create a moreprehensive youth football academy that provides a personalized environment for young yers from all over the world, helping them develop both on the pitch and guiding them for scenarios where they may not be professional yers.


    With the expansion of the Leo training groundst year, the first team moved in, and the youth teams also expanded. This has made the youth team''s facilities smaller than before, prompting Aldrich to n for a new youth football academy based on actual development needs.


    Reporters were more concerned about Millwall''s lineup for the uing season.


    "Asst season''s Champions League winners, Millwall is set to lose at least four key yers this season. Despite the ample funds, should we be worried about the team''spetitiveness next season?"


    Aldridge said: "With the departure of these five yers, Millwall''s strength has indeed weakened. However, I would not say that we fell from heaven to hell. Although we lost Shevchenko and Shevchenko on the forward line, Trezeguet, but our Van Nistelrooy provedst season that he can take over Trezeguet''s position, and Ronaldinho will also get more opportunities, and we also have Duff, Van der Meyde, Gronk Jarl and Gudjohnsen, as well as Klose, have adapted to English football after joining usst season. At least I am not worried about our forwards. In terms of defense, Materazzi is fully capable of recing Helguera. Barring injury, Zambrotta would have been our starting left guard all season.What we need to worry about is the depth of our bench. But as I said, Millwall has an abundance of talent! We''ve been pouring resources into youth development for years, and we certainly hope those young guns will step up and join the first team when they''re ready to fire on all cylinders!"


    After hearing Aldrich''s words, the reporters deep in thought.


    On the surface, selling five key yers seemed like a harsh reality.


    But considering it further, it appeared that there were enough capable recements for each position.


    Van Nistelrooy would rece Trezeguet.


    Ronaldinho would step in for Shevchenko.


    Materazzi would take over for Helguera.


    Zambrotta will rece Capdev.


    Back had alwayspeted for a starting position with Pirlo, so the core midfield remained unchanged.


    Just as Aldrich mentioned, while Millwall''s strength may have slightly decreased for the new season, it was by no means a dramatic drop��the only real worry was the depth of the bench.


    "So ording to you, Millwall won''t be making big moves for new signings this summer? I mean directly purchasing stronger yers to bolster the first team."


    It seemed the reporters were thinking along the same lines. Given Aldrich''s past few years of practice, Millwall fans might end up in tears again this summer.


    Hoping the team would buy star yers to lift morale seemed unrealistic.


    Aldrich was now the head coach of the Champions League winners, which had elevated his status considerably. Previously, he might have worried about bringing in big-name stars to fit in, but now, he wasn''t concerned at all, especially with the rich talent pool he already had��there was no need to waste money on risky gambles.


    "No, our recruitment work is ongoing. I want to emphasize that Millwall is a rational club. We don''t bring in yers for the sake of it; we make decisions based on the club''s actual situation."


    After this press conference, the news published by Fleet Street caused quite a stir.


    Millwall''s five star yers were heading off in different directions!


    The Lions fans reacted rather calmly. Their experiences over the past few years had taught them that Millwall didn''t care who came or went, as long as one person remained unchanged��Aldrich.


    It wasn''t so much numbness as it was an absolute trust in Aldrich.


    David Miller, a columnist for The Times, published an article titled "The Second Generation of Lions Is Taking Shape."


    With Premier League and Champions League titles representing a pinnacle, Aldrich had built the first generation of Lions to sess in Europe over the past four years.


    After announcing the departure of five key yers,bined with the premature exit of Stam, a pivotal figure inst year''s league championship, the mainstays of the first generation of the Lions have now seen half of their starting lineup shed the deep blue jersey.


    After achieving tremendous sess, it was entirely normal for yers to choose to leave. Now it was time to test Aldrich as he began to form the second generation of Lions from the summer of ''98. Though we would still see notable figures like Larsson, Nedved, and Southgate, the entire team would undoubtedly change, requiring Aldrich to adapt his tactics to fit the new yers. While there wouldn''t be aplete overhaul, remaining stagnant would make replicating the miracle of reaching the Champions League summit in ''98 nearly impossible. Thus, Lions fans could look forward to the growth of the second generation, while Millwall''spetitors needed to seize their opportunities during this period; otherwise, once Hall''s team grew formidable again, Hall would demonstrate his moniker as the "Trophy Harvester" through action!


    Aldrich''s work toward the new season officially began. His first task was to send off a few individuals��not yers, but coaches.


    Benitez was heading back to Spain, while Torlop, a former Belgian yer who had not made it in Ajax, was now a coach. At 30, Torlop had been a part of Millwall''s first-team coaching staff. His contributions to Millwall''s sess had not gone unnoticed. Now, however, he received an offer from Sint-Truiden in the Belgian second tier. With promises of sufficient time and long-term contracts from the owner, Torlop submitted his resignation to Aldrich.


    In a bar in Sundend, Aldrich and the coaching staff gathered to farewell Benitez and Torlop. That night, they reminisced about their struggles and relished the joys of sess. Ultimately, the drunken group spent the night in the bar.


    Millwall directly reached a termination agreement with Torlop and Benitez, allowing them to leave without their new clubs having to pay for breaking contracts��savings that amounted to hardly anything in the first ce.


    At the same time, Tolrop brought back the knowledge and experience he gained at Millwall to implement a new management approach and development n at Sint-Truiden. Although the facilities there are quite basic, Tolrop is full of enthusiasm. He sought to loan yers from Millwall, but Aldrich was hesitant to approve these requests. He didn''t want to send younger yers nearing their prime to such a low level as Belgian Second Division. yers like Poulsen and Cahill, who are just 18, would have limited growth opportunities by heading there for training.


    Millwall''s recruitment process had be simpler.


    Previously, they had to plead for yers toe; now, not only had the team''s level risen, but Aldrich''s reputation shone brightly.


    Especially for young yers, Millwall''s attraction even surpassed that of world-ss clubs!


    The reason was simple: there was virtually no space at a top club.


    But Millwall was different; Aldrich promoted young talents vigorously and had a proven track record of using them effectively.


    Of the 14 yers who participated in Millwall''s Champions League victory, most had been rtively unknown before joining, yet they emerged as European champions in Aldrich''s hands!


    Recruiting had be a breeze; Aldrich didn''t need to go to yers directly; after just a phone call, most young yers were eager to join Millwall. Even if they couldn''t guarantee sess in Millwall''s first team, training there could at least mold them into decent yers.


    In addition to the Millwall club itself, Moyes has also be a living advertisement for the club!


    Moyes made a stunning debut after taking over at Preston mid-season.When he took over, the team was deep in the relegation zone, but by the end of the season, he had led the team to the yoff finals, ultimately leading them to victory and promotion.


    While this was only a promotion from League Two to League One, the attention he garnered was substantial. Four yers loaned from Millwall had performed exceedingly well and quickly attracted the notice of other clubs. This was viewed as a testament to the sess of Millwall''s youth training. Adding to this were the substantial profits earned from their recent yer sales; Millwall''s reputation for youth training was cemented, and their credibility was exceptional.


    In the summer of ''98, Millwall''s youth team continued to recruit. Within Ennd, they signed 17-year-old Crouch and invited 14-year-old Darren Bent, 16-year-old Jermain Defoe, 17-year-old goalkeeper Chris Kirnd for trials, and preemptively secured deals with 16-year-old Kevin Nn, 16-year-old Matthew Taylor, and 16-year-old Lescott before Birmingham could offer them professional contracts.


    Followingst year''s recruitment of eight promising young yers, Millwall''s youth team brought in seven more local talents this season.


    Of course, this was Aldrich''s list in his mind; in reality, they signed closer to ten English yers, but most others wouldn''t shine in the future, potentially never even stepping onto the pitch in the top leagues.


    Millwall''s reserve team had also sold off quite a few yers that summer. These yers weren''t particrly famous but had caught the eyes of clubs in League One, generating nearly ��3 million in ie for Millwall.


    This reflects a positive feedback loop: an average yer ying alongside a majority of good yers can achieve more as long as they are ambitious. Their results will at least exceed what they would have achieved ying with other mediocre yers.


    Afterpleting recruitment within Ennd, Aldrich then turned his attention to other European countries.


    This year, rather than scouting personally, he had club staff handle outreach. If necessary, he would directlymunicate with yers over the phone.


    He is currently busy preparing for the new season and the team''s uing trip to Asia.

 Chapter 332: Plans for the Season

    <h4>Chapter 332: ns for the Season</h4>


    The club''s recruitment efforts were still underway. Aldrich had been keeping an eye on many young yers through the extensive scoutingwork of Andrew''s agency. This database was impressive, but for others, having ess to this data wasn''t very useful due to the sheer number of yers; it was impossible to evaluate them all individually. However, after reviewing the materials, Aldrich felt confident.


    One humid morning, Aldrich and Yvonne jogged in the park. Once they finished, they leaned against the railing by the Thames to catch their breath. Yvonne handed Aldrich her sweat-soaked handkerchief. He hesitated for a moment before epting it and naturally wiped his face.


    In the past, he wouldn''t have hesitated at all; things had changed, and now certain situations felt strange aftering to light.


    Despite spending the summer together, seemingly inseparable, there didn''t feel like there was anything awkward about it. They were simply too familiar with one another.


    "Will the club''s trip to Asia affect the new season?" Yvonne asked with a hint of concern.


    Aldrich exhaled and replied casually, "Sometimes we have to make sacrifices formercial development. If we don''t capitalize on the momentum after winning the Champions League to boost our poprity, it''ll be harder to arrange things effectivelyter."


    If it were purely aboutpetitive factors, Aldrich wouldn''t support the team''s trip to Asia for summer preparations. The time zone adjustments and distractions frommercial activities could impact the new season negatively. However, from the club''s long-term perspective, expandingmercial channels and international influence was essential. The timing was also rare; with the squad just having won the Champions League, this was the best opportunity to market the team.


    Yvonne looked at him with a teasing smile, "Do you need me to apany you?"


    Without turning around, Aldrich replied, "No thanks. I''ve heard my poprity is quite high in Asia as it is."


    Byte July, Millwall started their trip to Asia, nning to y friendlies in Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong, Guangzhou, and Singapore, averaging two days in each location. Although Millwall had lost several key yers over the summer, stars like Larsson and Nedved remained, plus the rising star Aldrich, whose poprity was on the rise. Uponnding at Tokyo Airport, the enthusiasm ignited the city; the streets were packed, and the sight left the European yers who had nevere to Asia in awe��"These Japanese fans are crazy!"


    While friendlies are oftenbeled as less important, Millwall demonstrated their strength throughout the five matches, leveraging their technical and physical advantages. Without needing to go all out, they achieved five consecutive victories. Aldrich followed his usual pattern of substituting all eleven yers at halftime, using the opportunity to assess everyone''s performance.


    The trip was primarily a venture for financial gain��on one side promoting the club to attract fans while also securing sponsorship deals.


    However, some sponsors left Aldrich bewildered.


    Largepanies in Japan and South Korea wanted to sponsor Millwall, aiming to help their yers gain entry to the Premier League, covering both transfer fees and sries as long as those yers donned Millwall''s colors.


    Faced with such proposals, Aldrich firmly declined. Though it could boost Millwall''s ie and bring in an extra ''free'' yer, it would damage the club''s reputation and turn Millwall into a ve to money.


    When they returned to London, it was already early August. The new Premier League season was set to begin on August 14, and Millwall wouldn''t need to participate in the Community Shield, simply waiting for the league to kick off.


    Aldrich reviewed the progress of yer recruitment in his office.


    The club''s recruitment team brought back Viana from Portugal and three yers from France. Except for Letaler, who was considered amazing early on and then gradually mediocre, the other two would be famous figures in the future. The first one is the powerful Didier Drogba . Unlike other stars who showed their talents early, Drogba was not one of thosete bloomers. Before the age of 20, he was in a carefree stage, enjoying life more than focusing on football. It wasn''t until he truly realized that he needed to make a living from this sport that Millwall happened to hand over a contract that he readily epted Millwall''s invitation and contract. His previous trials with several major French clubs ended in failure, which makes this opportunity even more precious.


    The other was 17-year-old Patrice Evra.


    From a German amateur team, Millwall also signed soon-to-be 18-year-old defender Christoph Metzelder and 17-year-old midfielder Hanno Balic.


    Additionally, two Spanish yers returned to their homnd, but Millwall also recruited a younger talent from Spain: 17-year-old Joaquin Sanchez Rodriguez.


    Aldrich nned to visit the youth squad to select some substitutes for the first team. However, just as he stepped out of his office, he noticed Gudjohnsen standing at the door, hesitating.


    "Is something wrong?" Aldrich asked curiously. During the trip to Asia, Gudjohnsen had seemed troubled, but Aldrich didn''t pry��he wasn''t one to meddle in everything.


    Gudjohnsen nodded heavily, as if he had made a momentous decision.


    Aldrich turned back into the office. After Gudjohnsen sat down, Aldrich returned to his desk and waited for him to speak.


    "Boss, I''ll still be a substitute in the new season, won''t I?" he asked.


    Hearing such a question made Aldrich sigh. In truth, he wished the yers would be mindless puppets.


    He nodded, "Yes, although I don''t want to say it, you aren''t among the top choices in the attacking quartet. However, you have potential. You need to work on your chemistry with your teammates; then you canpete for a starting position. Just be patient."


    After a moment of silence, Gudjohnsen replied, "But I believe more matches will help me improve."


    Aldrich fell into thought; the downside of having a young squad was bing evident.


    Young substitutes often saw little hope, particrly Gudjohnsen, who had no advantagepeting against Larsson, Ronaldinho, and Van Nistelrooy, despite having individual skills. Team chemistry was also a concern.


    These main yers were young; how many years would he have to wait for his breakthrough?


    The departure of Back stemmed from this.


    Aldrichposed himself and quietly asked, "Have you made up your mind?"


    Gudjohnsen nodded.


    "Fine, I agree to your transfer. The club will put you on the market. Best of luck in your future," he said as he stood and formally shook Gudjohnsen''s hand.


    Gudjohnsen sped Aldrich''s right hand with both of his and said earnestly, "Boss, even though I''ve only been here for a year, I appreciate everything you''ve done for me."


    Aldrich smiled and shook his head.


    "Gratitude, gratitude," he thought. Many yers expressed their thanks, but that wasn''t his ultimate goal...


    On the contrary, he would feel grateful if the yer could stay, just like Gronkjaer, who heeded Aldrich''s advice, earning steady ying time each season and giving his best when on the field.


    That night, after putting Gudjohnsen on the market, Aldrich received another piece of bad news.


    Millwall''s recruitment team have approached Red Star Belgrade with a view to signing their youngster Nemanja Vidic. The club agreed to the transfer but the yer rejected the offer.


    It''s clear he won''t be able to get a work permit, and Aldridge has no intention of iming the special talent provision for a guard. If the FA approved such a request, it would certainly be controversial.


    Millwall proposed recruiting the yer and then loaning him to Belgium. After three years, he would obtain his EU passport and return to Millwall.


    But Vidic refused such an arrangement.


    Aldrich didn''t feel too disappointed; sometimes transfers just didn''t align, and if the opportunity came again in the future, they would pursue him.


    The following day, when Aldrich arrived at the youth team''s training ground, the entire atmosphere had shifted; the young yers were training with great enthusiasm.


    Nagy joked, "Why don''t you take on a part-time role as the youth team coach?"


    Aldridge is considering next season''s roster.


    He no longer needs to equip the first team with too many yers because the current starting yers have been developed and rotations do not need to be as frequent. They will be able to y in more games than they did two or three years ago.


    Ensuring there was a backup for each position was sufficient; barring a flurry of injuries, a squad of 23 or 24 yers would be enough for the season.


    Aldrich turned to Nagy and said, "Get Ashley over here."


    Nagy spoke to an assistant nearby, and Ashley Cole, who was runningps with teammates, was called over.


    When he reached Aldrich, Ashley had an excited smile on his face.


    "What''s so funny?" Aldrich asked, puzzled.


    Ashley grinned, "Boss, are you calling me up to the first team?"


    "Hmm? How did you know?" Aldrich replied, surprised.


    "Because the first team needs bodies," Ashley said with a chuckle.


    Aldrich made a face; Capdev''s transfer surely thrilled Ashley. Simr situations weren''t umon in the club. Who was most pleased about the departures of Trezeguet and Shevchenko? Van Nistelrooy, of course!


    "You''ll be added to the first-team roster for the new season, train with the first team; if you don''t make the matchday squad, you''ll y with the reserves. Don''t get too excited just yet," Aldrich warned.


    Ashley quickly nodded, then turned to catch Joe Cole and David Vi''s eyes, making a face as if to brag.


    In their minds, both Joe Cole and Vi simultaneously gave him the finger.


    Damn it! If it weren''t for our ages, we would have been in the first team by now!


    Next, Aldrich called Paul Ferreira over, informing him that he would also be joining the first team for the uing season.


    He has no intention of promoting any centre-backs from the youth teams as adequate fitness is vital for the position. Promising young central defenders under the age of 18 must go through a maturation process. Mills in the first team currently has strong defense but insufficient offensive ability. His use as Schneider''s substitute will weaken Millwall''s offensive power. But he can be used as a substitute central defender, and the addition of Neil, who is a versatile yer in the backcourt, also ensures that there will be no shortage of central defender options after Helguera leaves.


    Aldrich paced along the sideline while Ferreira and Cole chatted. Both yers were now excited, while others looked on with envy, hoping Aldrich would call them next.


    Aldrich was considering the midfield positions. He had four yers, including Gattuso and Lampard, for substitutes, so there was no need for additional recruits. Did Nedved''s position need a backup?


    The Czech Iron Man could probablyst the season without being rotated.


    Ultimately, Aldrich shook his head. It was unnecessary; Ronaldinho could also y that position. asionally switching tactics and adjusting formations was fine.


    Now that Gudjohnsen nned to leave, several clubs were interested in acquiring him. The key was how he would make his choice��leaving was inevitable.


    Aldrich suddenly turned to Nagy, "How''s Larmore doing?"


    What had be of the once-promising Liverpool prodigy after a year at Millwall?

 Chapter 333: Six Million and a Smile!

    <h4>Chapter 333: Six Million and a Smile!</h4>


    Nagy, while overseeing the youth team''s development, also kept a close eye on the reserve team''s situation. Aldrich trusted Nagy immensely when it came to yer growth, ability assessment, and form evaluation. Whenever he needed to adjust the lineup and bring in yers who weren''t regr starters, Nagy''s opinion was the first he would consider.


    "David Larmore, if you only look at his training, you might think he''s a genius. Technically, physically, in terms of movement, and teamwork, he seems wless. But in matches, he tends to avoid physical confrontations, and the shadow of his injury, along with his time at Doncaster, still weighs heavily on him. Last season, after Ronaldinho left the reserves, Larmore''s performance improved, but I don''t think he''s ready to report to the first team just yet. Let''s wait a bit longer and see if he can ovee his psychological barriers in physical confrontations this new season."


    Nagy''s words were very pragmatic. He wouldn''t make rash rmendations just because the first team needed a striker; that would be unprofessional and could jeopardize the first team''s performance.


    When it came to yer issues, being realistic was the foremost principle.


    Aldrich nodded in agreement and didn''t say anything further.


    You can''t force these things. Whether a yer is capable is a matter of reality, independent of individual wishes.


    "If there are yers who need to be loaned out for experience, consider it. Make a list for me. I''ve received quite a few loan requests from lower-tier clubs."


    After chatting briefly with Nagy, Aldrich took Ferreira and Cole to the first team.


    Nagy would determine the fate of the youth yers based on his judgments. If he believed a yer had reached first-team level, he would rmend them to Aldrich without dy. Conversely, if a yer didn''t meet that standard, but the youth or reserve leagues were not suitable for further development, loaning them out would be a prudent option. However, it was vital to seek the most suitable environments for their growth.


    This work is far from easy, especially considering Millwall''s first team is brimming with talent. The higher the level, the more challenging it bes for youth yers to break through. yers like Poulsen and Cahill, who are already 18, would be starting for teams in League One, yet they can''t even make the bench for Millwall''s first team.


    Of course, there was still room for growth. The purpose of loaning out is to uncover potential, but different yers have different ceilings. If coaches determine some yers have maxed out their potential yet still fall short of first-team standards, cing them on the transfer list to let them find suitable clubs where they can start their careers is also a good oue. Perhaps in those mid-to-lower-tier teams, these yers could gain recognition and carve out their own paths.


    That evening, someone invited Aldrich out for dinner.


    The newly crowned Champions League-winning coach sat across from a former Champions League-winning member in a high-end restaurant.


    Martin O''Neill.


    O''Neill had won the Champions League twice under the legendary coach Clough during his ying days. Aldrich couldn''tpare with that, but as a manager, he was clearly already more aplished than O''Neill.


    Although Martin O''Neill was the type of coach who made a significant impression, his rise wasn''t as explosively noted as others. Throughout the 2000s in the Premier League, people often talked about how Moyes''s careful management of Everton was impressive, but O''Neill had done even better.


    Ever since he took Leicester City to the Premier League, they had never faced relegation struggles again and consistently ced in the mid-table, even adding trophies to their cab. This achievement was more remarkable than Moyes''s near-relegation struggles with a well-established team like Everton.


    "You can''t tell the difference between yers during regr training. They can be outstanding at times and frustrating at others. When you think the team can perform better, but the yers seem satisfied with their current achievements, believing their hard work won''t yield more rewards��that''s probably the biggest difference in mentality between strong and weak teams," O''Neill said, venting a bit.


    Aldrich just chuckled, probably because these were grievances O''Neill had bottled up for half a year.


    Smaller teams have their limitations, and climbing to a higher level often hinges on team mentality.


    At midseasonst season, Leicester City ranked in the top seven of the Premier League, but by season''s end, they fell back to eleventh. The reason for the drop in performance was clear: once they slipped out of the upper ranks, the team''s spirit and drive diminished significantly.


    "Why don''t you try changing your environment? I heard that Tottenham is interested in having you rece Francis?" Aldrich offered as a friend.


    Leicester City couldn''t afford a massive overhaul, so O''Neill wouldn''t have a new set of yers. He''d either have to move or continue to endure the current situation.


    That was easy to understand. The overall strength of Leicester City was consistently rated in the lower tiers. Once they achieved a mid-tier ranking, the yers tended to be content.


    Many clubs wanted to recruit O''Neill as a coach. Leading Leicester City to consecutive mid-table finishes in the Premier League wasparable to a mid-tier team finishing in the top three.


    O''Neill shook his head slightly and sighed, "I''m not really keen on leaving. I don''t want to give up. Starting anew with a new team means everything goes back to square one, and not every team will ept my management style and tactical system."


    Aldrich nodded in agreement. O''Neill understood this well; they were kindred spirits.


    During dinner, the two discussed various football topics, and after the meal, O''Neill asked Aldrich, "Can you sell Gudjohnsen to me?"


    Aldrich tapped the table lightly andughed, "But the highest offer isn''t from Leicester City."


    "Are you really going to sell him to Chelsea?"


    Aldridge smiled and replied: "Well, I don''t care too much about the details of making an extra 500,000 pounds or even 1 million pounds. In fact, I called Gudjohnsen before dinner and told The club has epted Leicester City''s offer."


    Martin O''Neill''s eyes widened in disbelief. "Why didn''t you say this sooner?"


    Aldrich pointed at O''Neill''s face andughed. "Because I was waiting for exactly this reaction!"


    Many clubs were interested in purchasing Gudjohnsen; even Manchester United was involved, but he was leaving to seek a starting position, rather than settled for being a substitute at a big club. Therefore, lower-tier clubs that could offer him a starting position were his first choice.


    Chelsea had made the highest offer, eight million pounds.


    But Aldrich didn''t want to deal with Chelsea��they were rivals. Regardless of whether any Millwall yers would eventually y for Chelsea, he couldn''t allow a direct transfer between Millwall and Chelsea.


    Leicester City''s bid was six million pounds, which was quite respectable. O''Neill nned to pair Gudjohnsen with Tony in a two-striker formation. Both strikers, developed by Millwall, hadplementary skills, which he believed was a solid foundation for Leicester City to achieve greater things. Additionally, Leicester City had already strengthened their defense by signing Sinir from Chelsea for two million pounds.


    Tony scored 17 league goals for Leicester Cityst season, just one short of the Premier League Golden Boot. The team finished mid-table, which meant their financial bonus was higherpared to those behind them. Furthermore, with broadcast revenues increasing significantly, investing close to ten million pounds wasn''t an issue. They had ample growth space considering the existing sry structure wasn''t a heavy burden.


    Martin O''Neill chuckled softly and sighed at Aldrich, "I was still thinking about how to negotiate the price with you."


    "Six million pounds may not reflect Gudjohnsen''s future value, but given he only yed as a substitute at Millwallst year, Leicester City''s offer is sincere and should be your budget''s limit. I don''t want to drag this out. If yers need to leave, they should leave quickly to avoid negatively impacting team morale."


    O''Neill sighed, "Yeah, six million is the best we can offer. Even if we increased it by fifty thousand, we couldn''t manage it."


    Though fifty thousand sounds negligible, it could represent a starter''s sry for a year or two in that era. Smaller clubs had to be meticulous with their budgets; Aldrich understood this and didn''t want to bog down the discussions. It would lead to no substantial progress.


    They left the restaurant, formally shaking hands again before parting ways, and this moment was captured by a photographer lurking around. As Gudjohnsen was still contemting, Fleet Street published an article predicting: Gudjohnsen would transfer to Leicester City, bing the second Millwall striker to join O''Neill after Tony.


    Gudjohnsen had almost no connection with Tony; when Gudjohnsen joined the team, Tony was no longer there. They would asionally see each other during Tony''s loan return for specialized training.


    Yet, Tony''s outstanding performance at Leicester City shone like a beacon, and Aldrich, who held O''Neill in high regard, ensured that after O''Neill personally persuaded him, Gudjohnsen was determined to transfer to Leicester City.


    Two dayster, both Millwall and Leicester City officially announced that a transfer agreement had been reached for Gudjohnsen at a price of six million pounds.


    Aldrich found himself a forward short in his ns and needed to find a recement. With only Van Nistelrooy and Klose avable as strikers, the situation was delicate. Klose was new to the Premier League, and if Van Nistelrooy were to get injured, it was uncertain whether he could be relied on in crucial moments, despite Klose''s impressive performance in the reservesst season.


    Just as Aldrich was reviewing European transfer market news, Andrew knocked on the office door, bringing in a pile of information.


    "We''ve had results from the draft event held on the African continent. Here are the yer profiles of those who signed up. Take a look."


    In Aldrich''s office, Andrew lounged with one leg crossed, casually flipping through a book, while Aldrich set aside his work to review Andrew''s findings in Africa.


    The African continent was also a goldmine for talent. Due to poor material conditions, many African children, like many in South America''s impoverished areas, dreamt of making a name for themselves through football, hoping to lift their families out of poverty.


    This situation allowed many unscrupulous agents to take advantage. Unlike Europe, where the professional football system was bing more mature, with clubs extending their reach locally or nationally and scouts covering wide areas, talented young yers in Europe typically entered professional football rtively early.


    In contrast, many children in Africa found no pathway to ying football, and the continent''s football developmentgged behind, driving them to seek opportunities with European clubs for trials. There were often impostors posing as agents or genuinely unscrupulous agents defrauding families under the guise of helping young yers get trials in European teams, extracting their life savings��perhaps all their family had.


    Against this backdrop, Andrew''spany held a football draft event in Africa, which was met with enthusiastic response. The promotional effortssted three months, and young people from various African countries participated. Conducting trials within the continent was certainly simpler than crossing the ocean to Europe.

 Chapter 334: Seizing Opportunities

    <h4>Chapter 334: Seizing Opportunities</h4>


    As Aldrich was sifting through some documents, a thought suddenly struck him. He pulled open a drawer, took out a file, and handed it to Andrew. "You''re more familiar with Africa than I am. I need your help with this."


    Andrew opened the document and eximed, "What''s the point of Millwall setting up football schools and training camps in Africa? Is that just money down the drain? If it''s about expanding our market, wouldn''t it be better to focus on other regions?"


    Aldrich patiently replied, "It''s not just about Africa. Over the next ten years, Millwall aims to promote its football brand worldwide. We n to establish football schools and training camps in as many countries across every continent as possible to broaden our talent pool."


    "Are youpletely obsessed with young yers? Have you really consideredbeling your children a Millwall yer at birth?"


    "I have my own thoughts on the matter, but I''m pretty sure you''re not interested in the specifics," Aldridgeughed.


    Andrew shrugged in agreement, conceding that Aldrich had a point.


    In essence, Aldrich aimed to establish football schools and training camps globally, primarily to build a foundation for talent recruitment for the club, and to prepare for FIFA''s new transfer policy in ten years'' time, which would prohibit international transfers for yers under eighteen.


    However, FIFA''s policy itself was contradictory.


    Right now, Millwall could sign yers under eighteen from Portugal, Italy, Spain, and other EU countries, bringing them back to London. But once the ban came into effect, that would no longer be an option.


    That said, there were loopholes.


    In a decade, top clubs would still have plenty of foreign yers under eighteen in their youth ranks. The key was how those yers arrived at the club.


    If a yer transferred between clubs and was under eighteen, the path for international transfer would be closed.


    If he wasn''t attached to any club and wanted to sign with a foreign club at that age, that wasn''t allowed either!


    The only feasible way was for clubs to invest in football in other countries and recruit yers through their football schools or training camps. Those yers could then return home for further training, almost like students attending a preparatory school before advancing to a university.


    Without this process, it would seem like the yer was directly going abroad for work, which FIFA would not recognize and would prohibit. Historical cases that faced penalties included La Masia, where Barcelona''s sess with the ''Dream Team'' drew young talent from all over the world for training. Many yers moved into Barcelona''s youth ranks, viting FIFA''s bans, while younger Japanese yers weren''t penalized because they came through a Barcelona training camp in Japan.


    Aldrich was taking preventive measures; he couldn''t wait for the policy to be enforced before reacting. Besides, irrespective of policy factors, this investment was a long-term benefit, enhancing Millwall''s international influence and reputation.


    After reviewing the materials Andrew provided, Aldrich discovered an unexpected opportunity.


    "This young man here, let''s sign him and help hime to Europe. Millwall will cover all expenses."


    Aldrich pulled out a yer profile and handed it to Andrew.


    Andrew looked down at the dark-skinned boy and muttered, "Michael Essien? Are we helping him immigrate?"


    Aldrich shook his head and stated, "Immigration costs are just too high. He can''te to London without an EU passport or a work visa. This is actually a good opportunity; we''ll loan him to Belgium and let Torlop take care of him. I''ll ensure a coach is assigned to focus on his training. In four years, when he''s not yet 20 and has obtained his EU passport, he can return to London, and Millwall will cover the expenses during this time."


    Andrew agreed without hesitation. He''s quite enthusiastic about this sort of thing. He has a strong sense of pride in working with yers and witnessing countless unsung stars over the years. He has be an important figure in the British agent world and a force in Europe that cannot be underestimated. Althoughpetition with other agencies has reached fever pitch, he has managed to gain a foothold in ces such as Spain and Germany. However, there are still some leagues, such as Italy, that he still cannot prate.


    Days passed, and with just a week left before the Premier League kickoff, interest in Millwall began to wane.


    Millwall had sold several yers over the summer, loaned out young talent, and their transfer market activities mirrored thest few years: zero investment for the first team. The public was aware of the youth team, but there wasn''t much excitement to share��after all, who really cared about names they hadn''t heard before?


    Yet Aldrich wasn''t looking to close the door on transfer activities.


    He needed a forward, specifically a striker.


    With just Van Nistelrooy and Klose, the center forward position feels somewhat stretched.


    This is particrly concerning given that there is no backup for Nedved.


    With August arriving and many leagues preparing to start, most clubs had settled their transfers, makingst-minute deals feel like mere soap opera drama.


    Newly crowned European champions Millwall appear to be a bit underwhelming, making ��92m from yer sales with zero investment in strengthening the first team.


    Manchester United had brought in York, forming a formidable duo with Cole known as the "Yorke and Cole".


    Arsenal had a phenomenal season, winning the Premier League and FA Cup. However, Wenger only spent 3 million pounds to buy Ljungberg and two young yers.


    Liverpool, on the other hand, signed Hyypia and several yers worth around ��3 million. Coupled with the selection of Gerrard and Carragher from the youth training system, the team''s lineup has been significantly improved.


    Chelsea spent over ��5 million to acquire forward Casiraghi from Lazio and invested another ��2 million to bring in defender Ferrer from Barcelona. Additionally, they secured World Cup champion Desailly for ��4.6 million from AC Mn. Along with several free agents attracted by high sries, Chelsea continued their extravagant spending spree, significantly enhancing their squadpared to the previous year.


    Tottenham had ackluster season but made modest investments this summer, bringing in five rtively unknown yers for around ��5-6 million, maintaining their overall strength.


    Other teams are pushing ahead with their investments, but there are no transfer rumors at Millwall - with no new faces in sight. Fans may still be confident, but reporters are furious and ready to unleash their frustration.


    "There''s ��92 million sitting there - why not use it? Come on, spend it!"


    "Where''s the exciting transfer news we crave?!"


    Aldrich couldn''t locate any forward on the market, whether they were actively listed or rumored to be avable, so he started digging through older news to find cases of failed transfers.


    And to his surprise, he found a suitable candidate.


    He picked up the phone and called the club''s transfer team, stating inly, "I''m offering ��8 million for Monaco''s striker, Henry."


    Having been part of the World Cup-winning team that summer, Henry had been a bit unlucky. Just before the World Cup, rumors circted that Juventus wanted to sign him, but Trezeguet''s help in winning Millwall the Champions League made Moggi ultimately decide to buy the high-scoring yer from Millwall.


    However, numerous clubs were interested in signing Henry, and offers were considerable. The unfortunate twist was that Henry got injured during the summer training sessions. Now,rger clubs were hesitant to invest heavily, fearing that his injury might be a liability. Smaller clubs offered lower bids, which Monaco wouldn''t ept. And Henry, already a World Cup star, wasn''t keen on moving to a smaller club, preferring to stay in Monaco��even without the Champions League.


    This predicament was the reason he remained at Monaco.


    Aldrich felt Henry was undoubtedly the best option. He could mold him into a center-forward. With his experience ying as a winger and his refined skills, he was already a mature talent. No matter if the team yed in a 4-3-3 or 4-4-2 formation, whether he yed as a center-forward or winger, there was a role for him.


    Once Millwall''s offer reached Monaco, it wasn''t long before Tigana called Aldrich.


    "Henry is recovering from injury. Didn''t you know?"


    "Not an issue; Millwall can take the risk."


    Aldrich replied cheerfully over the phone.


    In fact, a yer''s transfer medical check wasn''t a hard requirement. These checks were more about identifying hidden health issues rather than a must-pass for every transfer. Major clubs tended to observe yers for at least six months. If a yer failed the medical, it became aughingstock. While such situations happen, they often had less to do with a yer''s physical condition and more about a club simply changing its mind.


    Many yer transfers were announced before the medical check, simply going through the motions afterward.


    Aldrich had faith in his medical team; having Henry recover here might even elerate his healing process.


    "Are you sure you want to buy it?"


    "Let''s get down to business."


    "Fifteen million!"


    "Dors?"


    "British pounds!"


    "This is a robbery in broad daylight! Let''s not waste time - ��10 million is my final offer."


    Tigana thought about it for a long time; the price was already very high, especially for a French Ligue 1 yer, and it was fair for Henry''s level.


    Besides, he had to consider how Henry would feel about his decision if he refused.


    Henry wanted to move to a bigger club, had aspirations for Italy, but unfortunately, Juventus signed Trezeguet.


    With Monacocking Champions League qualification for theing season, his desire to leave intensified.


    Ultimately, Tigana relented, epting Millwall''s offer of ��10 million for Henry''s transfer.


    Next, Aldrich personally flew to France to visit Henry.


    Henry was surprised to see Aldrich at his doorstep. He knew that the club had agreed to a transfer offer, but to witness Aldrich showing up personally was quite ttering.


    As they sat down, Aldrich eagerly got to the point. "Thierry, Millwallcks a potent striker for the new season��a yer who can guarantee goals and help increase our chances of winning trophies. I believe, if you join Millwall, you will be exactly the yer we need."


    Hearing this opening, Henry felt a flicker of excitement within him.


    Having faced Millwall before, he knew how powerful the team was. Even with the summer exits of several key yers, the key element to their strength remained��the champion coach sitting across from him.


    He began pondering his potential role and standing within the team if he were to transfer to Millwall.


    It wasn''t just about authority in the dressing room; it was about themitment to being a starter or a substitute.


    Aldrich wasn''t in a rush to reply. Instead, he asked, "Do you trust me?"


    Henry was taken aback by the question. "Why do you ask?"


    Aldrich said earnestly, "Because I want to make you better, help you be a world-ss striker. But for that to happen, you need to trust me. We have to mutually trust each other and put in the effort to make it happen."


    Henry wasn''t a rookie; he had yed over a hundred matches with Monaco, scoring numerous goals as a winger. While that number wasn''t enormous, it was significant enough for him to form his own opinions. If he held too firmly to his beliefs, Aldrich could end up with a yer who didn''t fit in.


    If it had been Wenger, he wouldn''t have posed such a question, considering he was the one who promoted Henry to the Monaco first team��his mentor, so to speak.


    Thinking about Aldrich''s impressive background and the exceptional yers who had developed under him, Henry nodded. "I trust you and will follow your guidance."


    Aldrich nodded and said, "Okay, if you want to be a world-ss forward, the first thing you have to do is change your mentality. You''ve got to think of yourself as a center forward, a goalscorer. If you join Millwall, you could be a winger or a striker. No matter where you y, you need to elevate your direct threat to the goal. Look at Larsson, who can switch between striker and winger effortlessly, interacting widely and posing a constant threat up front. If you can meet my expectations, I''m convinced you''ll be a top contender for the European Golden Boot."


    Henry was left utterly dumbfounded.


    He was a winger, expected to transform into a goal machine that scores at least 30 league goals in a single season?

 Chapter 335: Goals for the New Season

    <h4>Chapter 335: Goals for the New Season</h4>


    To deal with a yer like Henry, who had already won the World Cup, Aldrich knew he had to be patient and sincere. That''s why he personally visited him, engaging in an open conversation. Aldrich never assumed a superior posture over the yer; the authority of the head coach was one thing, butmunication between coach and yer was entirely another.


    When Henry inquired about his standing within the team, Aldrich was equally candid.


    For Millwall''s new season, if they decided to adopt a three-forward strategy, the seasoned forwards over twenty years of age would include only Van Nistelrooy, Larsson, Klose, and Gronkjaer��just four yers. Ronaldinho, Duff, and Van der Meyde were all under twenty and, considering their fitness and the need to protect young yers, Aldrich nned to limit their ying time to no more than thirty games. Naturally, there would be distinctions; for instance, Ronaldinho would appear in more critical matches, while Van der Meyde and Duff would primarily fill roles in the substitute lineup.


    How many games would Millwall y in the new season?


    The Champions League, League, League Cup, FA Cup, plus the European Super Cup and Toyota Cup, if these games all reach the finals, there may be nearly 60 games this season.


    And that''s not even counting the international games yers would be involved in with their national teams throughout the season.


    Moreover, yers'' form tends to fluctuate, and when they''re not performing well, it''s essential to take a break and recover before stepping back onto the pitch.


    Aldrich stated, "If you''re concerned about ying time, I can at least assure you of a fair opportunity. As long as you''re in good form and performing well, I won''t keep you on the bench. Sometimes, too many matches in a season aren''t good for yers your age. You need to bnce work and rest, adjusting calmly when your performance fluctuates instead of stubbornly insisting on ying every match."


    Henry pondered this in silence.


    Looking at Millwall''s forwards, it was clear that Larsson and Van Nistelrooy would be the regr starters, while Gronkjaer had some limitations in his style of y. The younger yers��Van der Meyde, Duff, and Ronaldinho��were all very talented, and Henry didn''t believe he had lesser skills than them. Was therepetition for a starting position?


    Competition brings pressure, and having stronger rivals only serves to unlock one''s potential.


    After three hours of lengthy discussions, Henry agreed to join Millwall. The only remaining question is the details of the contract. Millwall has no shortage of funds and is in good financial shape. Offering a yer like Thierry Henry slightly less than the maximum wage won''t raise any eyebrows; after all, he''s a World Cup winner, not a nobody.


    Aldrich returned to London with Henry. Henry first checked into a hotel while the club searched for a suitable home that met his needs. Millwall''s littlemunity felt a bit shabby for a yer of Henry''s caliber; he needed a muchrger residence to enjoy a more pleasant andfortable life.


    The next day, Henry underwent a medical examination with Millwall''s medical department. The feedback for Aldrich was that he had minor injuries, with a recovery time of two to three months, and he would certainly be fine.


    Another day passed, and with less than three days to go before the Premier League opened, Millwall held a press conference to announce their new signing.


    Henry attended the press conference in casual attire alongside Aldrich, showcasing the new team jersey.


    Fleet Street was caught off guard by Millwall.


    Just the day before, they were busy doing pre-season round-ups for the Premier League teams, and while other clubs might still be making signings, the media''s analysis of Millwall was built upon the assumption that there were absolutely no new signings at all.


    Just after the media concluded their previews, Millwall announced Henry''s signing, which was indeed significant news.


    The young winger, who had scored three goals for France in the World Cup, had transferred from Monaco for ten million pounds!


    Tomson, a reporter from The Sun, joked, "Congrattions, Mr. Hall, Millwall has set a new record for signings."


    Aldrich was in good spirits, and Henry smiled beside him.


    "Indeed, this is the most expensive signing in the club''s history, but I think it''s worth every penny. I won''t view Thierry through the lens of a ten million-pound yer. He needs a greater challenge and a better stage��Millwall can provide that for him. With his joining, ourpetitiveness will significantly improve, and I''m filled with confidence for the uing season."


    It sounded, in truth, somewhatckluster.


    Champions of the Champions League, and their single transfer spending record is just ten million pounds? That doesn''t exactly reflect the might of a top club.


    With the Premier League teams making a full recovery and rapidly enhancing theirpetitiveness across Europe,st season they jointly imed two of the continent''s most prestigious cup titles. Many foreign media outlets sent reporters to follow and cover the Premier League, and Gancarlo from Gazzetta Dello Sport was among them.


    He wouldn''t measure Millwall''s transfers in solely financial terms; instead, he believed that Italian clubs should learn from Millwall''s business model.


    Don''t buy expensive yers, only buy the right ones!


    Gancarlo, with his Italian ent, asked Aldrich, "In thest two seasons, Millwall won a league title and a Champions League title, in addition to capturing two major domestic cups. The past two years were undoubtedly sessful, but what are Millwall''s goals for the future? More realistically, what are the targets for this season? Henry is an excellent forward, but there''s a clear drop in Millwall''s overall strength."


    Aldrich calmly replied, "It''s true that we lost several crucial yers over the summer. The outside world ims that Millwall''s power has diminished, but I don''t think that''s entirely urate. People are overlooking one key point: my team is on the rise. Van Nistelrooy scored eleven league goalsst season; this season, he can at least fifteen. Ronaldinho had seven assists and five goalsst season, and he will perform even better this season. Additionally, with the improvements of yers like Van der Meyde, Duff, and Lampard, the overall strength of the team hasn''t taken a severe hit. And now, with Henry joining us, if you want to know what Millwall''s goal this season is, it''s simple��the league title is our primary objective!"


    The calm confidence that Aldrich expressed was not an act; he genuinely meant it: Millwall was among the favorites to win the league title!


    Gancarlo found himself deep in thought, unable to determine whether Aldrich''s confidence was merely bravado.


    After Ajax won the Champions League, they faced the threat of losing key yers but could only sell them gradually, afraid to strip the squad of its main talent. This cautious approach ultimately led to many yers leaving the team for new opportunities. In contrast, after Millwall''s Champions League triumph, they swiftly sold five crucial yers along with a promising substitute. This decision was driven not only by the necessity to clear debts and secure significant profits from the transfer market, but also by the need to strengthen the team''s foundation.


    Over the past few years, there had always been talk of how young Millwall was, but no one ever imed their squadcked depth. Arge number of young yers were continuously developing, and the age structure was remarkably bnced, clearly showing a tiered distribution. This meant that even if they sold star yers at their prime, immediate recements were ready to step in, avoiding any gaps in personnel.


    The more Gancarlo thought about it, the more he found Aldrich hard to decipher. Building a pyramid-like team isn''t difficult; the real challenge lies in ensuring that each block of the pyramid is of high quality. If young yers cannot live up to expectations and fail to inherit the legacy of their predecessors, then that pyramid could copse in an instant.


    "Millwall is determined to reim the league title, but who do you think are the biggestpetitors this season?"


    Aldrich''s priority this season was indeed the league. The Champions League has too many uncertainties; the length of thepetition and the intervals between matches leave room for unexpected events. Moreover, losing several star yers means that the league serves as the foundation for the club''s survival. Millwall must first help the new generation of The Lions gel and mature in the league.


    The most crucial reason is that to determine whether a team has dominance, one must first look at the league. Millwall may have won a league title, but if they fail to maintain that sess, their reputation��even with strong performances in Europeanpetitions��would lose credibility. The priority is the league. Who remembers ckburn, the Premier League champions three years ago?


    "If we fail to win the league title in the next two years, the perception of our sess will diminish significantly."


    "The biggestpetitor is Manchester United, followed by Arsenal."


    Aldrich stated unequivocally.


    Richard of the Daily Mail asked curiously: "Why not Arsenal, who won the league titlest season, but Manchester United, who were narrowly defeated by Millwall''s substitutes at thest minute? Do you think this is the biggest Threat?" "


    Aldrich chuckled, "It''s simple. Arsenal is going back to the Champions League this year after many years. However, their squad does not have the depth to sustainpeting on two fronts. Even if they exit in the group stages, it will affect their performance in the first half of the season. Many people think that six group stage matches are just six games, but the reality is, if you treat each of those six matches as critical, they will impact twelve league matches! Traveling for away games in the group stages poses significant challenges. Last season''s inexperienced Manchester United found that out the hard way in October and November. Millwall''s failure to defend their title was simrly caused by too many draws in the first half due to the pressures of Europeanpetition. I believe Arsenal will face the same issues this season. Manchester United is top of the list because their squad is just as strong as Millwall''s. If Keane hadn''t been injuredst season, they might have secured the title much earlier. Although they also face the Champions League, their experience over thest two years��reaching the semifinals and the quarterfinals��will help them navigate it more smoothly. Therefore, Manchester United is Millwall''s biggest rival for the league title, not Arsenal."


    "What about Liverpool and Chelsea?"


    "I don''t know about Liverpool, but as for Chelsea��they''ve spent heavily again, and I don''t know their debt levels, but it doesn''t matter. Millwall''s title race is between us and Manchester United and Arsenal; Chelsea isn''t even in the same league as us."


    After Aldrich finished,ughter rippled through the audience.


    This young coach surely stands firm, disying unyielding disdain for his rivals!


    After the press conference concluded, Aldrich took Henry to the training grounds for his official introduction to the team, allowing him to change into a jersey and pose for a team photo.


    Once the family photo for Millwall''s 9899 season was taken, it was just a matter of waiting for the new season to kick off.


    ### New Season''s Millwall Roster


    **Goalkeepers:** Butt, Keller, Wright.


    **Defenders:** Schneider, Ferreira, Mills, Materazzi, Southgate, Ferdinand, Zambrotta, Neil, Cole.


    **Midfielders:** Makelele, Gattuso, Pirlo, Lampard, Nedved, Duff, Van der Meyde.


    **Forwards:** Larsson, Van Nistelrooy, Henry, Klose, Gronkjaer, Ronaldinho.


    **Total: 25 yers.**

 Chapter 336: A Touch of Chemistry

    <h4>Chapter 336: A Touch of Chemistry</h4>


    August 14, 1998, marked the kickoff of a new Premier League season. Millwall began their campaign with an away match against Sheffield Wednesday.


    Before the match, after warming up, the yers returned to the locker room, where both starters and substitutes waited for Aldrich''s speech.


    Aldridge, impably dressed as always, scanned the room, observing each yer''s expressions. Then he said calmly: "This season, we must bring the league championship back to Millwall. This is what I ask of you, and it is also what I ask of myself."


    The yers listened seriously, nodding in agreement.


    Aldrich continued, "People say Millwall''s strength has declined, but I don''t believe that. Yes, some of you didn''t get to y in the Champions Leaguest season, but it doesn''t mean that our sess was solely due to the eleven starters. We are a team! No matter how talented a mere eleven yers are, they cannot create great achievements alone! Those of you who will receive more opportunities this season, I want you to focus all your attention on the pitch and show your best side. And for the veterans like Gareth, I hope you can set an example for the younger yers, exhibit your fighting spirit, forget the honors you''ve previously achieved, and never stop chasing victory. Hold onto this firm belief: we are far from our peak. We have not evene close! I believe in your ability to achieve greatness, but that also requires you to have faith and show it through your actions!"


    Gareth Southgate chuckled, "Boss, don''t worry. The feeling of being champions is like a drug��hard to resist!"


    Pavel Nedv��d nodded, "Exactly, we''ll fight until we can''t move anymore!"


    The young Ronaldinho, scratching his nose, whispered, "Me too."


    Other yers chimed in, signaling theirmitment, and the atmosphere in the locker room began to rise, with morale soaring.


    Aldrich looked around once more and said, "Alright, let''s take on the field with the spirit of champions and show everyone that Millwall is the biggest title contender. No matter who doubts us, we will respond with action!"


    With that, Aldrich was the first to walk out of the locker room and into the yer tunnel toward the pitch.


    When he walked onto the field, the live camera quickly focused on him. There is no doubt that he is the most watched coach in the Premier League, not only because of his amazing record, but also because of his status as a native British coach.


    "The first round of the new Premier League season is about to begin. Andy, what''s your take on Millwall''s prospects this season?"


    "I believe the key lies in the performance of several yers. Their ability to excel will determine Millwall''s fate this season. The first critical yer is the Dutchman Ruud van Nistelrooy, who has taken over the position vacated by Trezeguet. As a striker, his task is to score goals. This benchmark means he must achieve more goals thanst season to ensure Millwall''s attacking power. The second yer is Ronaldinho. From Hall''s tactical setup, he is assigned to the left-wing position, while Larsson has shifted to the right. Based on my limited observationsst season, I found that Ronaldinho ys significantly different from Shevchenko. Shevchenko doesn''t linger on the ball; he passes when he should and makes runs at the right time. But Ronaldinho behaves more like a ymaker; he likes to hold onto the ball, using his individual skill to break through opponents'' defenses. Alone, he''s an exceptional talent, but Millwall has emphasized teamwork over the past four years. Whether the Brazilian can coordinate with core yers like Nedv��d, Larsson, and Pirlo will be key to Millwall''s attacking quality. As for Thierry Henry, whom we signed for ten million pounds, we haven''t seen him y in the Premier League yet, so it''s difficult to make a judgment."


    "Hall has boldly dered that this season is about reiming the league title lostst season. Do you think such statements will pressure the yers?"


    "There will definitely be pressure, and this group of yers needs it. yers like Southgate and Makelele have won league titles and Champions League titles; they possess the club''s two highest honors. The coach must deliver strong mandates for them to stay motivated. If Hall remained low-key as in previous years, implying that Millwall isn''t the top title contender, it would dete morale. How would the yers feel? We are already champions of Europe, yet struggling in our domestic league? Setting a goal and striving together is essential. While Millwall may not be a traditional team led by veterans, the youth infusion requires Hall to invigorate their enthusiasm."


    "It seems Hall''s diplomatic rhetoric has a clear objective. We shall wait and see how the new Champions League winners perform this season."


    As both teams took to the field, Millwall lined up in their standard 4-3-3 formation.


    **Goalkeeper**: Butt.


    **Defenders**: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    **Midfielders**: Makelele, Pirlo, Nedv��d.


    **Forwards**: Larsson, van Nistelrooy, Ronaldinho.


    The formation remained the same, but the ying style would surely shift, as the yers had different personal characteristics, especially with Ronaldinho on the attacking front. Aldrich couldn''t expect him to replicate Shevchenko''s role on the wing. It wasn''t an exaggeration to say that Aldrich''s focus during the summer preparations was to tailor a new tactical system specifically for Ronaldinho.


    Sheffield Wednesday was not a formidable opponent, ssified as a mid-table team. At their home ground, with the new season just starting, they would not resort to a "park the bus" strategy, but their approach would certainly lean towards defense.


    When the match started, Aldrich stood at the sidelines with a stern expression.


    Even after achieving massive sessst season, the start of the new season demanded even more from him. Coordinating the team''s tactics during the game was no easy task; he needed to observe and grasp every detail of the new squad''s performance.


    Millwallunched a swift attack from the outset. Zambrotta surged down the left with speed, creating two one-twos with Makelele and Ronaldinho before delivering a cross. Van Nistelrooy failed to hit the target, and the ball cleared by the defensended at Pirlo''s feet. He delivered a sublime through ball that pierced the opponent''s defense. Larsson cut in from the right and took a shot that hit the side of the goalpost��unfortunately, no goal.


    "Millwall seems to be in good shape for the new season, but it seems Larsson''s shooting has suffered since shifting from left to right. If he had cut in from the left, in that same position, he would have scored many stunning goals in the past. This shot, although not bad,cks his usual quality."


    Sheffield Wednesday relied on long passes for their attacks, as ground cooperation was limited by a noticeable gap in yer quality. They needed more time for passing and ball control, and if they couldn''t produce precise passes, the chances of Millwall intercepting were high.


    With Materazzi in the defensive line this season, at least the aerial threat was diminished; long balls would struggle to prate their defense.


    Twenty minutes into the match, Millwall''s offensive was relentless, but they were yet to find the. Aldrich recognized the root of the problem.


    Ronaldinho and Nedv��dcked chemistry.


    Unlike defensive counterattacks when there is arge space to sprint forward, positional warfare requires higher uracy in passing and movement timing, and also puts forward higher requirements for cooperation between yers.


    While Millwall controlled the rhythm of the game, Ronaldinho and Nedv��d frequently found themselves disrupting each other''s roles.


    When Ronaldinho got the ball, Nedved didn''t run; when Nedved ran, Ronaldinho thought he would catch the ball where he was. The reverse is simr. Nedv��d has be ustomed to passing the ball to wingers ording to his previous habits in a flowing attack - whether it is Larsson or Shevchenko, as long as there is space, they will definitely cut in from the nk to receive the ball.


    So, when Nedv��d sought to y a pass, if Ronaldinho hadn''t made a run, he was left to deliver a simple ground ball. The attack ended up stalling, usually concluding with more crude methods, either a cross with Van Nistelrooy closely marked or a forced shot of low quality.


    As Sheffield Wednesdaymitted a foul, their yers were in heated discussion with the referee, while Aldrich called Ronaldinho and Nedv��d over.


    Once they approached him, Aldrich sinctly instructed, "Before half-time, Ronaldinho, you take the ball; Nedv��d, you make runs. If Nedv��d has the ball, Ronaldinho, wait for it. When Nedv��d passes to you and makes a run, you pass again. Got it?"


    Both Ronaldinho and Nedv��d nodded in understanding.


    Aldrich knew he couldn''t expect them to developpatibility on their own; he had to enforce rigid guidelines to ensure their cooperation. First, they had to establish a basic synergy, and as they became familiar with each other''s y styles, their interactions would flow naturally.


    In essence, this was about assigning fixed roles without any interchangeability.


    Ronaldinho was set as the connector, while Nedv��d took on the role of thete-arriving finisher.


    Once they shared a mutual understanding, they''d be able to seamlessly switch roles.


    Following this adjustment, Millwall''s attackingbinations began to flow more smoothly, posing clearer threats.


    On the left nk, Ronaldinho and Nedv��d exchanged passes and runs, with Nedv��d''s speed cutting through the defense like a knife, repeatedly threatening the opposition''s goal.


    In the thirty-ninth minute of the first half, after Ronaldinho received the ball and Nedv��d made a forward run, Sheffield Wednesday''s yers realized a pass was likelying to Nedv��d. They attempted to intercept the passingne and tightly marked Nedv��d.


    Ronaldinho pulled the ball back, then made ateral pass to Pirlo, who arrivedte in the center to receive it. With a brilliant through ball, he sliced through the opponent''s defense. The opponents were tightly marking Nedv��d and had deployed heavy defense on the left side, leaving the right side rtively open. Ronaldinho switched the y to Pirlo, who sent a direct pass that moved like lightning from left to right. Larsson cut in from the right, finding only a narrow shooting angle at thirty degrees. Calmly, heid the ball back into the center, where Van Nistelrooy instinctively dropped back to shake off a defender. He took the iing pass with a precise shot, sending the ball into the bottom right corner of the goal.


    "In the final moments of the first half, Millwall shattered the stalemate, with Van Nistelrooy, their new leading striker, finding the back of the! The team showcased a masterful disy of teamwork, with the ball flowing seamlessly from Nedv��d to Ronaldinho, then to Pirlo, onto Larsson, and finally finished off by Van Nistelrooy. Every attacking yer participated in the build-up. It was a ssic Millwall move��exploiting sudden through passes after shifting the ball sideways to break through the opponent''s lines. If the opposition can''t keep up, their defensive cracks will surely show. The goal from Millwall was expected, albeit arriving a littleter than one might have anticipated."


    Aldrich apuded the team for their goal and then sat down.


    Van Nistelrooy was thrilled with the goal, embracing Larsson as they celebrated by the corner g.


    He wanted to respond to the critics and show everyone that he could not only take Trezeguet''s ce but do it even better!

 Chapter 337: Shining New Generation Players

    <h4>Chapter 337: Shining New Generation yers</h4>


    As the first half came to a close, the score remained unchanged, and both teams walked into the locker room.


    During the halftime break, Aldrich made minimal adjustments, simply asking for a more structured approach in their offensive y.


    There was little to critique on the defensive side; in fact, the opposing team hadn''t managed a single shot on goal. Millwallpletely dominated the match, keeping their opponents under pressure throughout the first half.


    As the second half began, Millwall continued to assert their control on the pitch. Sheffield Wednesday, in response, intensified their marking and disruption of Ronaldinho. Physically, Ronaldinho was somewhat at a disadvantage, struggling in challenges as the opposing team aggressively utilized their bodies to interrupt Millwall''s attacking flow.


    Noticing this situation, Nedv��d approached Ronaldinho and whispered a few tactical pointers.


    The two yers swapped roles from the first half; Nedv��d returned to his primary ymaker position while Ronaldinho reverted to a winger, focusing more on direct threats towards the goal rather than on organizing y. Once he entered the opponent''s box, foul y would always carry its risks for the defenders.


    With the forward yers heavily marked, Millwall''s full-backs became the focal point of the attack. Pirlo is more mature thanst season and has a stronger sense of rhythm in directing the game. Millwall''s attack, while not as explosive as it was two years ago, still maintained constant pressure. Even if their opponents manage to neutralize some threats, Millwall are likely tounch secondary and tertiary attacks, continually challenging Sheffield Wednesday''s defense and testing theirposure. Under such relentless pressure, it wasn''t long before Sheffield began to crack.


    Schneider, positioned as a full-back, was thriving. His timing in joining attacks had be second nature.


    His skilled footworkbined with an efficient style allowed him to wreak havoc on the right nk, consistently creating threats during the second half.


    In the 63rd minute, Schneider cleverly passed the opponent''s full-back, reached the baseline and cut the ball back to the edge of the penalty area. Nedv��d deliberately leaked the ball to make Pirlo look like he was preparing to shoot, prompting Sheffield Wednesday''s defense to tighten up and contain him. But to the surprise of everyone in the stadium, Pirlo cleverly flicked the ball forward, allowing the advancing Nedv��d to bypass the entire defense at the perfect moment - and the ball arrived on time!


    The ball bounced so high that Nedv��d had no choice but to jump and head it immediately, as the approaching keeper would have undoubtedly denied him any chance of regaining possession had the ball hit the ground.


    Facing the goal, Nedv��d saw the ball flying in his direction, and it was difficult for him to exert force from this angle. So he jumped up and cleverly passed the header to the right, meeting the unmarked Larsson who was rushing into the penalty area.


    Larsson didn''t wait for the ball to touch down; he unleashed a stunning volley!


    The ball rocketed into the upper left corner of the like a cannonball, leaving the goalkeeper helpless to react.


    After scoring, Larsson embraced Nedv��d tightly!


    "What an exquisite goal! Schneider''syoff to the edge of the box didn''te as a surprise, nor did it catch anyone off guard when Nedv��d chose not to shoot due to defenders blocking his angle. However, when he let the ball pass, we all expected Pirlo to take a long-range shot. Instead, he executed a stunning lob pass that pierced through Sheffield Wednesday''s entire defense. The most astonishing part was that, despite turning away from Pirlo, Nedv��d instinctively charged forward right after letting the ball go, almost as if he had eyes in the back of his head, knowing that Pirlo would find him. One-on-one with the goalkeeper, Nedv��d chose to head the ball to the more reliable Larsson, who gratefully epted the gift, unleashing a powerful strike that crashed into the back of the! Millwall leads Sheffield Wednesday 2-0!"


    Aldrich nodded in approval but felt a slight regret; neither Ronaldinho nor van Nistelrooy had participated in this goal, which was still a coboration of the key yers on the team.


    However, there was no need to rush such matters; with more matches ahead, once the integration happened, it would naturally fall into ce.


    As the game reached the 70th minute, Millwall made substitutions.


    Aldrich brought on Klose for Nedv��d and reced Larsson with Van der Meyde, shifting to a 4-4-2 formation.


    "It seems that Hall is already looking ahead to the next match after securing a two-goal lead, resting Nedv��d and Larsson in preparation for next week''s sh with Manchester United."


    As thementator had suspected, Aldrich indeed wanted his two key yers fresh for the home game against Manchester United in a week.


    Shifting from 4-3-3 to 4-4-2 provided a bnced formation, allowing Millwall to adopt a more conservative ystyle, with full-backs having more freedom in their movements, while the wingers took charge of the offensive duties.


    With a two-goal cushion, Ronaldinho began to express himself, treating defenders with ir and skill, dribbling as if he were toying with them.


    Aldrich permitted Ronaldinho to showcase his creativity, but with a caveat: he had to provide support for his teammates.


    As Ronaldinho attracted two defenders on the left side, he quickly delivered a backward pass to the center. His tight marking freed up space elsewhere on the field, allowing Pirlo to receive the ball and once againbine y towards the right nk.


    Van der Meyde, now more robust than when he first joined the teamst year and showcasing the efficiency gained through practice, received the ball. With a smooth touch, he maneuvered past the opposing full-back, reached the byline, and delivered a high cross. Klose leaped high in front of goal to connect with a header, sending the ball into the.


    "3-0, who still doubts Millwall''s strength? Andy, have you noticed that Millwall''s ying style has be more diverse?"


    "Martin, you''re right; Millwall''s gamey has disyed even more versatility. This evolution stems from Ronaldinho��his ability to attract the attention of two or three defenders allows our y to exploit gaps, especially today with Klose making his debut, who makes our crosses far more threatening, giving Van der Meyde an opportunity to shine."


    After scoring, Klose celebrated with a front flip near the sidelines; it was his first league goal, after all��a cause for celebration.


    Aldrich subsequently substituted Lampard in for Pirlo, then sat back and observed the match unfold.


    Jansen beside him chuckled, "It seems we have a tradition here: debuting forwards usually score. Shevchenko also scored on his debut as a substitute, and now Klose has followed suit."


    "Ha! That''s a great tradition; I hope we can keep it going," Aldrich replied with a smile.


    As the match drew to a close, Klose controlled the ball just outside the box, using his body to fend off the opponents'' attempts to dispossess him. Just before being surrounded, he set up Lampard, who finished with a powerful long-range shot to secure a 4-0 lead.


    "Klose, seeing hime off the bench today and make an impact in just a few minutes exins why Millwall felt bold enough to sell two of their main strikers in the summer and why Hall is openly talking about winning the league. Do they need strikers? Not at all, they need quality strikers? Just take a look at Klose��one goal and one assist don''t do justice to what he brought to the team. If Van Nistelrooy had not wasted the two excellent opportunities Klose gave him, Klose could have easily scored a hat trick of assists! And he can score goals himself. I still remember Trezeguet''s first game in the Premier League three years ago; his performance today was nowhere near as impressive as Klose''s. "


    At the final whistle, Aldrich shook hands with the opposing coach, his expression remaining unruffled, before heading down the tunnel.


    Millwall''s convincing 4-0 away win in their league opener was hardly a surprise.


    Against a team of Sheffield Wednesday''s caliber, securing victory��and a dominant one��struck as insufficient evidence. Especially since Millwallfortably maintained control over the match tempo, any defensive issues they might have had remained invisible in this game, leaving no conclusions to be drawn.


    The true test would be the next round when they would face Manchester United at home.


    After the match, Aldrich entered the locker room to congratte Klose, then hurried through an interview in the mixed zone before leading the team back to London.


    At the conclusion of the first round of the league, Millwall was positioned first on the table with amanding 4-0 victory over Sheffield Wednesday.


    As the much-anticipated new Premier League season began, round one''s results were disappointing.


    Out of ten matches, five ended in draws, with four of them scoreless.


    The most thrilling match saw Manchester United nearly getting defeated by Martin O''Neill''s side at Old Trafford, ultimately finishing 2-2. In the post-match interview, O''Neill proimed his disappointment, asserting that Leicester City had ample opportunity to im victory.


    The league had just started; the current standings held little significance.


    During the preparation for the match against Manchester United, Aldrich specifically arranged for Ronaldinho and Nedv��d to work on their positional y and coordination in tight spaces during training.


    Before the seasonmenced, Aldrich viewed Manchester United as their leading rival in the league. In the lead-up to their direct confrontation in the second round, the pre-match press conference was particrly lively.


    "What do you think of Manchester United''s draw with Leicester City at home? Do you still think they are a rival to Millwall?"


    The journalists were beginning to voice skepticism about Manchester United''s capabilities.


    Aldrich replied calmly, "United underestimated their opponents, failing to recognize Leicester City''s strengthened squad this season. If you don''t take your opponents seriously, you must be prepared to face the consequences. Millwall won''t make such mistakes. The result of United''sst match doesn''t undermine the reality of their strength. If I were to conclude that United was weak because they couldn''t defeat Leicester, that would be foolish and detrimental to my team''s mindset."


    "This is your fourth season facing Ferguson. In the past two years, Millwall sold key yers like Solskj?r and Stam to United. There are rumors that Ferguson is interested in signing van Nistelrooy this summer. Have you discussed this?"


    With the transfer window still open, anything could happen.


    Had Klose caught the attention of several teams?


    Absolutely, and not just one.


    Did Manchester United want Millwall''s yers?


    Of course, they did.


    Aldrich addressed this bluntly: "Having my yers pursued by other clubs is normal, as they are incredibly talented. Millwall once sold yers out of necessity, but since we won the Champions League, the appeal of other clubs has shifted. My yers are more inclined to stay with Millwall; here, they can achieve greater sess and we trust each other."


    "Although you say that, Millwall still let go of several key yers over the summer."


    "That''s different; some yers left for reasons unrted to performance. I''m confident their departures won''t severely impact the team."


    Aldridge''s statement today sends a clear message to the outside world.


    Even if Millwall lets yers leave, they will only sell those who they have yers to rece.


    The main teams such as Capdev, Trezeguet, Shevchenko and Helguera all have suitable substitutes to ensure that the team will not face personnel gaps due to departures.


    As for absolute key yers, Aldrich wouldn''t sell them to Manchester United.


    Ferguson had been pursuing Larsson year after year, and Aldrich was now disinterested in even responding.

 Chapter 338: Ferguson’s Troubles

    <h4>Chapter 338: Ferguson''s Troubles</h4>


    On the afternoon of Millwall''s match against Manchester United, fans arrived early, ready to enjoy the first home game of the new season. They were eager to release all the pent-up excitement they had umted over the summer.


    The small Den stadium had undergone a simple renovation during the summer, and although ns were in ce to move to a new stadium in two years, every Millwall match remained a focal point. Thepact venue might be small, but it represented the essence of Millwall.


    Now, The Den looked both small and exquisite, with the top-grade grass a vibrant green that caught the eye. The stands were predominantly blue, and the main stand featured a massive blue lion logo printed against the blue backdrop, providing a visually striking element.


    Today, there was hardly any red in the stands��just a sea of blue. The Red Devils had only brought a little under two thousand fans, who were relegated to a distant corner of the stadium.


    Before the match began, the crowd sang a newlyposed song celebrating the Lions'' victory in the Champions League. Various fan organizations disyed banners and gs.


    On the side of the main stand, a heavy curtain depicted a trophy��the iconic big-eared Champions League trophy��with half-body portraits of Millwall yers on either side. At the bottom was a serious portrait of Aldrich, arms crossed and exuding determination.


    In the other stands, gs bearing the Lions'' emblem waved enthusiastically. Fans of all ages held up homemade signs to support their team, all dressed in Millwall''s new home kits, much to the delight of the jersey sponsor. Millwall''smercial value had soared before the new season, as jersey sales exceeded a million in less than a month.


    In the VIP seats, Arthur and Pusk��s reminisced about the Champions League final three months ago.


    Pusk��s had reunited with his old friend, Stefano, in that match. They had both been legends on the field andter became sessful coaches. Pusk��s enthusiastically discussed the highlights of the game, admitting to Arthur that Aldrich''s team tactics were eye-opening, even sparking a trend.


    Hearing this, Arthur felt pleased but remained humble, attributing Aldrich''s sess to luck, pointing out that they had only won against Real Madrid due to a penalty shootout.


    Sitting beside them, Yvonne chuckled to herself, well aware of Arthur''s proud nature. Everyone who knew him understood how he often showcased Aldrich''s achievements. His greatest pride was not his elder son, who had a fortune exceeding a billion, but his younger son who had led the team to greatness.


    Close to the field, the team mascot, Leo the blue lion, yfully interacted with the fans. When Aldrich entered the pitch, the crowd stood up collectively, apuding him and expressing their appreciation for his contributions.


    He had made Millwall a formidable part of English football and instilled pride in the fans behind the team. The team''s glory fostered a sense of pride among the supporters, which is exactly what a football club should represent. Millwall had achieved this, allowing fans to find joy and pride in supporting their club.


    Aldrich arrived early, not needing to rally the yers in the locker room before the match. The yers weren''t horses that needed to be whipped to run...


    With plenty of time before kickoff, Aldrich either chatted with reporters or friends in the stands or signed autographs and posed for photos, trying to amodate as many fans as possible.


    Today, he was smiling while signing autographs for fans. They handed him jerseys, hats, and memorabilia to sign while offering words of encouragement or pats on the arm.


    "Boss, help me out!"


    After finishing signing for one fan, Aldrich suddenly looked up, as he thought he heard De Rossi''s voice.


    Turning to look, he didn''t see De Rossi but spotted the mascot Leo with his head tilted, while a toddler fan clutched the ears of the lion mascot tightly in his father''s arms.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but smile.


    "Boss, I don''t want to hurt him; please help me out!"


    De Rossi''s voice came from inside the lion costume, and Aldrich grinned at the cheerful young couple nearby. "Does your child really like him?"


    The child''s fatherughed, "He loves grabbing things and won''t let go once he gets hold of them."


    The child''s mother excitedly said, "Mr. Hall, today is my son''s birthday; he''s turning two. We hope you can sign a Millwall jersey we brought for him."


    Aldrich dly agreed, took the pen from the young mother, and walked over to the child''s father. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Please wait a moment."


    He turned and headed toward the yers'' tunnel. De Rossi called after him, "Hey, boss, help me out!"


    Aldrich quickly returned, now holding a small football, and smiled as he approached the couple. "What''s your little angel''s name?"


    The mother beamed, "Benson!"


    Aldrich wrote on the ball, "Wishing Benson a joyful and healthy life! Aldrich."


    He wobbled the ball in front of little Benson for a few seconds, sessfully grabbing the toddler''s attention. Benson finally released the lion''s ears, and De Rossi seized the moment to retreat a couple of steps, wary of being caught again.


    "Mr. Hall, thank you so much."


    "No, thank you for letting me see Benson here; it makes me truly happy."


    Aldrich signed his name on the oversized children''s jersey and waved goodbye to the couple.


    As he turned towards the coaching bench, Aldrich still wore a smile. He genuinely felt a sense of unusual satisfaction seeing the young couple happily bringing their child to the stadium.


    Three years, four years, or even five years ago, such scenes would have been unimaginable!


    Back then, The Den wasn''t a safe ce; let alone children, even teenagers could face danger at matches due to frequent disturbances in the stands.


    Now, the atmosphere in the stadium was still electric. From the moment Aldrich entered until he took his seat, the singing had not stopped for over ten minutes. The gs waved like waves, and while The Den was small, stepping inside felt like entering a different world, where fans could experience the pure thrill of watching a football match.


    When Ferguson passed by the sidelines, Aldrich stood up to greet him.


    Ferguson''s expression looked less than pleased.


    Over the past three years, Manchester United''s memories at The Den had never been good.


    Apart from the first year when Manchester United wed back against Newcastle to secure the league title, thanks to Millwall''sst-minute victory over Keegan''s side, in that year Manchester United hadn''t beaten Millwall in either leg of the league and had even been eliminated by Millwall in the cup.


    The cycle of cause and effect continued; just three and a half months ago on this very pitch, Manchester United had lost to Millwall, allowing Arsenal to pull off a stunningeback after trailing by ten points to lift the trophy at season''s end!


    But that wasn''t why Ferguson was unhappy.


    He had deliberately spent some time talking to Aldrich at the sidelines today.


    "I thought you''d be in a pretty good mood by now."


    Aldrich stood close to Ferguson, and they exchanged low whispers, like a conversation meant for only them.


    Ferguson frowned, "I thought I would be, too. But if Millwall would sell us a few yers at a reasonable price, then I might actually be cheerful."


    "What does that have to do with us? Don''t drag me into your problems with Edwards. Besides, take a look at your offer����3 million for van Nistelrooy, and ��4 million for Lampard... If I revealed those bids to Fleet Street, oh boy, Manchester United would be aughingstock."


    Aldrich replied frankly.


    What is particrly annoying is thatst year they offered Larsson 15 million pounds, but this year the price was reduced to 12 million pounds. Millwall''s silence sends a clear message to Manchester United: you''re simply bringing shame upon yourselves!


    Ferguson asked quietly, "Will you sell anyone in the winter?"


    "Not likely! Millwall doesn''t do business in the winter."


    "Manchester United can offer a fair price in the winter, maybe even a little bit more."


    "No, that''s our principle. It doesn''t matter how much you offer; our season n is intact. Unless something changes drastically in the winter, we can resolve those internally. At least I won''t be making any winter signings or letting go of any key yers."


    Aldrich replied firmly.


    Ferguson felt a mix of anger and frustration.


    Manchester United really not have any money?


    What a joke! The Edwards boys, who used to sell pork, had made at least a hundred million pounds through Manchester United . If you calcte Manchester United''s current share price, they must have earned over a billion pounds.


    Unfortunately, Ferguson''s rtionship with Edwards was strained. Edwards has long been the target of criticism from United fans, with Ferguson often mediating between Edwards and the fans. Edwards is notoriously stingy, especially after spending huge sums of money to introduce Stamst season, but Manchester United got nothing at the end of the season. Leading the league by a huge margin mid-season, they were eventually stripped of the title by Arsenal at thest minute. Edwards was dissatisfied with Ferguson because of this.


    Thus, Ferguson''s transfer budget had been cut down, with only York being signed to bolster the squad over the summer.


    Looking at Manchester United starting eleven, there was hardly anything toin about. Sure, Erwin might be getting old, but as long as he had Giggs charging ahead, all he needed to do was defend.


    However, relying on just eleven yers wasn''t enough topete for the league title, especially against a strong opponent like Millwall, with both a solid first team and formidable substitutes.


    Recently, Manchester United had been the talk of the town across the UK, as they were embroiled in a potential sale.


    Edwards aimed to sell Manchester United to media tycoon Murdoch; the deal was nearingpletion. Fans were fiercely opposed, which was a huge reason for Ferguson''s frustration.


    Such turmoil undoubtedly affected the team, yet he didn''t mind Manchester United changing owners, as long as he retained his managerial position and the new owner was willing to invest. Murdoch was a wealthy man, and he couldn''t possibly be as miserly as a former butcher like Edwards.


    Ferguson also wanted to avoid heated arguments with the board over the transfer budget every season.


    "Do you think this deal will go through? Do you have any insider information?"


    Ferguson asked quietly, looking intently into Aldrich''s eyes.


    The Hall family had connections with Murdoch; Sky Sports was a part of Bat''s holdings, which had been valued at over ��500 million since the several million pounds investment back then.


    Aldrich shook his head. "My family has no way of getting any intel from Murdoch. Not that weck core-business rtionships, but my brother had a falling-out with himst year, and they stopped talking. Meetings are attended by representatives, and if they need tomunicate, it''s always through intermediaries."


    Ferguson let out a dry chuckle, baffled by how those rich individuals think��sometimes they act like children who refuse to reconcile once there''s a disagreement.


    Aldrich added, "However, you should brace yourself; I doubt this deal will go through."


    "Why?"


    Ferguson thought the reason behind his previousment about having money in winter was that he believed Manchester United would acquire a new owner before December. If that happened, a new wealthy owner would have to spend tens of millions to please the fans.


    Aldrich shrugged. "The public outcry is too strong; it will directly impact political decisions."


    It''s all about vote politics��the government''s decision often hinges on how well they can capture public sentiment.


    Ferguson shook his head vigorously. "If Manchester United can go public and issue shares, why can''t they change ownership?"


    "Let''s see. Just don''t get your hopes up."


    After shaking hands with Ferguson, Aldrich turned and made his way back to the coaching bench as the match was about to start.

 Chapter 339: Samba Football in Motion

    <h4>Chapter 339: Samba Football in Motion</h4>


    The second round of the new Premier League season is about to begin. Visiting Manchester United and the home team Millwall have both fielded their strongest lineups. Although the season has just started, the direct sh between these two teams could have a significant impact on their final standings. In the past three seasons of the Premier League, apart from the year Millwall won the championship, the points gap between Millwall and Manchester United in the other two seasons was negligible, meaning that if either team could prevail today, those precious three points would carry even more weight than usual.


    Manchester United''s starting formation remains 4-4-2, while Millwall employs a 4-3-3 setup.


    Aldrich stands on the sidelines, observing the match. The atmosphere surrounding Millwall against Manchester United is altogether different from what it used to be, especially whenpared to three years ago, when they approached the encounter as challengers, feeling that facing Manchester United was more important than any final.


    Times have changed. No one at Millwall, from yers to fans, considers Manchester United an indomitable giant anymore. Over the past three years, they have proven themselves capable ofpeting at the same level as United, even recording victories over their formidable opponents. Deep down, there is no longer any sense of trepidation; what remains is a fierce determination to showcase their abilities. High-level opponents are necessary to demonstrate one''s own quality!


    The match kicks off, and Manchester United begins with the ball.


    After receiving the ball in the midfield, Scholes calmly passed it to Giggs on the left. Giggs showed no urgency to push forward; instead, he exchanged passes with his teammates, allowing everyone to touch the ball and find their rhythm.


    On the other side, Millwall held back, not pressing too hard, lending an air of caution to both teams. There was a palpable tension in the air, and while they were sizing each other up, the fierce hunger for victory seemed a bit dulled, at least for now.


    However, that''s not the case. Today''s match isn''t a do-or-die situation. Both teams are approaching it from a bnced stance: while winning is desirable, first and foremost, they need to prevent losing. An all-out offensive strategy won''t be seen until the score changes.


    On the right, Beckham has the ball, and Ronaldinho is closely shadowing him. The fans in the stands of The Den react somewhat lukewarmly. Had they been at another stadium, they might not have shown Beckham such courtesy.


    The echoes of the 1998 World Cup still linger, and the criticism Beckham received at that tournament has not been forgotten. He can only focus on football at the moment, and Millwall fans have not condemned him, because Aldridge made it clear in an interview that Beckham should get some leniency and should be given time to repay his country with actions.


    Under tight pressure from Ronaldinho, Beckham is forced to pass. Breaking down defenses isn''t his forte, and Ronaldinho''s task today is to keep a close eye on Beckham��sticking to him like glue wherever he goes.


    Keane isn''t daring to push forward aggressively, always watching Nedved''s movements. Scholes ys more like a central midfielder than an attacking midfielder. Up front, Cole and Yorke upy the forward positions, one pushing forward while the other stays slightly back, working simrly to modern 4-4-2 formations. Yorke''s importance to Manchester United is clear; he can hold the ball in central attacks and create opportunities for his teammates, substantially enhancing United''s offensive power. Cantona once yed that role, serving as both a ymaker and a spiritual leader. Now, Manchester United''s tactical y has reached an exceptional level.


    Yorke holds the ball and passes it to Giggs who is running inside. When Giggs realized that Schneider had effectively cut off the route, he decided to go outside and send in a cross from close to the touchline. Cole missed the opportunity to catch the ball, but Yorke ran into position. Fortunately, Southgate quickly retreated and cleared the ball out of the baseline.


    Both teams are focusing on a cautious start, keeping the rhythm low-key and only suddenly elerating to create threats. They aren''t pushing the tempo too fast, as that would be risky��while strong offense is necessary, it also exposes defensive vulnerabilities.


    With Materazzi sitting in the backcourt, Millwall''s aerial defense at set pieces has improved. Beckham''s corner kick was easily blocked by Materazzi, leaving the Manchester United yers with no chance to score.


    Apuse erupts from the stands, as fans feel reassured by the new key yers in the team.


    Aldrich looks serious on the sidelines. Every time Millwall transitions from defense to attack, they direct their ys toward Ronaldinho''s side.


    The reason is simple: Keane and Scholes must cover the central midfield defense. If they help defend the nks, Pirlo and Nedved will tear apart their central defense.


    At first, Aldrich was concerned that Ronaldinho wouldn''t shine as the key yer in today''s tactics, but after a mere ten minutes, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.


    "Herees Ronaldinho with the ball! Look at Beckham rushing back to cover him, trying to block the Brazilian''s insidene. Neville also lowered his center of gravity, preparing to block Ronaldinho''s way! What choice will he have? Safety return setting Game? But wait - Ronaldinho pulls off an absolutely dazzling dribble! He feints to the right, leaving Neville and Baker trapped inside, before he turns and sprints towards goal but the ball is aimed Schmeichel, Schmeichel held the ball!"


    Aldrich ps on the sidelines, praising this attack.


    Meanwhile, Larson''s threat on the other side requires Giggs to track back considerably. Manchester United is already familiar with Larson, and his importance is self-evident. Thus, Ronaldinho bes the key yer to break the deadlock. If he can consistently overpower Neville in one-on-one matchups, he will force Beckham to invest more effort in defense. While Millwall might not gain a significant advantage, they at least diminish Manchester United''s wing power.


    In the previous season, if Millwall suppressed both wings of their opponent, it would have been as good as prying open the legs of victory; but this season''s Manchester United, with Yorke avable to hold the ball and create ys, can still mount attacks through the central area even when nks are under pressure. As long as Yorke maintains possession, the wings can support the attack.


    Ferguson also steps closer to the sidelines, directing his yers.


    The progression of Manchester United''s attack is too slow!


    Beckhamcks pace; by the time he advances from the back, Millwall has already set up their defense. Even if he receives the ball, the position is unfavorable.


    Zambrotta is tightly guarding the dangerous area, not allowing Beckham near. If the opponent enters the 35-yard zone, they must stick close and fiercely try to regain possession.


    With Beckham far from the goal, even his threatening crosses take too long to arrive; as long as Millwall''s defenders maintain their positions and don''t lose their assignments, Beckham''s crosses are nearly harmless.


    On the left wing, Ronaldinho showcased his extraordinary talent once more. As he moved forward with the ball, he performed multiple step-overs to maneuver around Neville, but Beckham caught him from behind, knocking him over.


    The referee arrives to show Beckham a yellow card while Ronaldinho stands up to retrieve the ball.


    Setting the ball down, Ronaldinho stands next to Pirlo. The two engage in a low-key discussion before Pirlo walks away.


    Ronaldinho keeps his eyes glued to the opponent''s goal, leaving everyone wondering if he actually has a free-kick skill up his sleeve.


    He does have it; it''s just not fully developed yet. He has strategically focused on improving his free-kick skills during training.


    Pirlo stands at the top of the arc, drawing Manchester United''s attention, forcing them to allocate resources to defend him for fear that Ronaldinho might supply a pass.


    When Ronaldinho''s eyes were firm and he was about to take the free kick, the Manchester United yers expected that the ball would be passed to Pirlo. Sure enough, after the kick-off, Ronaldinho passed the ball directly to Pirlo.


    The Brazilian boy is indeed a bluff!


    Ronaldinho doesn''t shoot directly; instead, he passes to Pirlo, who feigns a shot. Keane quickly prepares to close him down.


    But wait! Pirlo''s shooting movement was a beat slow, and the ball just rolled past him!


    Keane''s eyes were wide open - he couldn''t believe it! Did Pirlo make a mistake?


    When the Manchester United yers noticed the direction of the ball, there was chaos on the field!


    Pirlo intentionally lets the ball roll past him. To his right, Schneider rushes in on time, in an excellent position with ample space and angle to shoot, nearly identical to when hest found the back of the against United.


    United''s yers swarm forward to block him, but Schneider feigns a powerful shot. Instead, with a light touch, the ball elegantly ascends, curving into the depths of the''s left side!


    Cross the ball!


    One of Millwall''s yers is perfectly timed for the approach, leaping into the air to strike the ball, and it finds the back of the!


    "Ronaldinho assists Millwall to take the lead! What a wonderful free kick routine! After the free kick, Ronaldinho runs forward, while Manchester United''s defenders focus on the trajectory of the ball. Pirlo cleverly After releasing the ball, Schneider unexpectedly chose a cross and ran towards Ronaldinho. The Brazilian cleverly sent the ball into the in the 28th minute of the first half. , Millwall takes the lead."


    After scoring, Ronaldinho dances the samba at the corner g, and the nearby fans burst into cheers, faces flushed with excitement.


    Aldrich wipes his forehead on the sidelines; the team is ahead. Although it wasn''t a goal from a positional y attack, the threat from the set-piece was clearly significant.


    Ferguson adjusts his tactical setup on the sidelines.


    While Manchester United''s yers are understandably frustrated, their spirits remain high; there is still over an hour in the match, and they certainly don''t n to surrender early.


    Next, Manchester United makes an adjustment, bing more focused but not recklessly aggressive, concentrating their efforts on the left nk.


    With two forwards and midfielders shifting all left, Beckhamcks speed on the right and falls back to make passes. He aims to contribute as much as possible, relying on his precision even if not directly assisting the final touch; long switches can provide immense benefit to their offense.


    Yorke operates on the left side of the front line, with Scholes lurking behind him, while Cole maneuversterally across a small area. With Giggs breaking through on the left, Millwall''s right-side defense faces intense pressure.


    Seeing this, Aldrich knows his team is facing a stern test. When top teams face off, the crux lies in how well they can adapt to the opponent''s strategy. Manchester United''s focus on the left means Millwall must adjust their defense ordingly while also altering their attacking focus.


    When Cole, trying to receive a pass inside the box, gets pushed off the ball by Materazzi, Millwallunches a quick counterattack, with Mak��l��l�� sending a direct pass down the left to Ronaldinho.


    As Ronaldinho receives the ball, Aldrich watches closely, curious about his next move.


    Unfortunately, Ronaldinho disappoints Aldrich by attempting to run solo.


    Though he possesses skill and ability, hecks experience; he should have noticed that Beckham was right in front of him, consciously cooperating with Neville to form a defensive blockade. Although Ronaldinho manages to slip past Beckham, Neville times his tackle perfectly and regains possession as Ronaldinho breaks through.


    If Ronaldinho had been more mature, he would have immediately passed to the center after receiving the ball. Currently, Manchester United has heavily fortified their right nk, so exploiting the left side would reveal vulnerabilities.


    Aldrich gestures toward Ronaldinho, indicating he should have passed to the other side.


    Seeing this, Ronaldinho gives a thumbs-up, signaling that he understands.


    This is how the teacher and studentmunicate during training; so long as Ronaldinhoprehends, he''ll respond with a thumbs-up.

 Chapter 340: Aldrich’s Anger

    <h4>Chapter 340: Aldrich''s Anger</h4>


    Manchester United''s advantage on the left nk kept building, while Millwall''s counterattacks became increasingly threatening. After the score changed, the tactical battle between Aldrich and Ferguson intensified, making the sh between the Red Devils and The Lions even more heated.


    In the thirty-ninth minute of the first half, Giggs crossed from the left side. York, about to strike, had his shot intercepted by Makelele, who then yed a through ball to a sprinting Pirlo.


    Pirlo urately passed the ball to Nedved, who quickly passed the ball to Ronaldinho who cut inside from the left. The Brazilian took one touch, aimed into space and slid the ball through the space between United''s defense and midfield. Larsson uses his explosive speed to rush forward when he catches the ball. In an instant, he changed direction and cleverly avoided Erwin. However, Johnsen rushed up to block him, forcing Larsson to cut inside again. A breakaway would have given him a clear chance to shoot, but he moved too quickly and Johnsen was already close to him. The two collided violently and Larson fell to the ground. The referee waved y on, deeming it a reasonable collision.


    After getting back up, Larsson sat down again, pressing his thigh and signaling for a substitution.


    "Oh no, it seems Larsson is injured; he''s requesting a sub. Millwall will have to make a forced change now."


    Aldrich''s expression darkened on the sidelines. The collision was indeed a fair challenge by Premier League standards, and such shes weremonce on the field. Whether a yer gets injured often depends on their physicality and how well they can protect themselves during collisions.


    Havingunched himself forward just before the impact, Larsson found himself in a disadvantaged position, raising the probability of injury.


    Aldrich signaled for Gronkjaer to warm up. It was a forced substitution, and he quicklymunicated with Jansen to assign Gronkjaer tasks on the field. With the end of the first half approaching, Aldrich nned to give Gronkjaer detailed instructions during the halftime break.


    As Larsson exited the field with the help of the team doctor, Aldrich patted his shoulder in constion before turning his attention back to the match.


    With Larsson out, Aldrich immediately gestured for his forwards to fall back, necessary to mitigate their numerical disadvantage.


    However, due to their inexperience, both Van Nistelrooy and Ronaldinho failed to grasp the significance of being one man down at that moment.


    They didn''t retreat enough, giving Manchester United a prime opportunity to push forward.


    Especially on Erwin''s side: with Larsson off the pitch, he felt no defensive pressure and seized the chance to move up.


    Manchester United continued to press hard on the left to generate opportunities.


    Schneider was holding his own against Giggs, even though thetter managed to make a pass. Still, the pace had slowed down, allowing Millwall''s defense to set upfortably. Defending had be quite easy.


    As Erwin pushed forward, Giggs passed the ball back. Ervin sprinted with the ball and Schneider began toe under pressure.


    If only Van Nistelrooy had been smarter or more experienced, he could have either dropped back to assist Nedved on the wing or interfered with Erwin. But Van Nistelrooy remained glued to Keane...


    Schneider, left with no alternative, had to move forward to challenge Erwin. As he did, Erwin executed the expected pass back to Giggs, who smartly cut inside. In a moment of deception just within the penalty area, Giggs faked a shot to distract the Millwall defense. Just then, he yed the ball back to the top of the box where Scholes, appearing ready for a long strike, allowed it to roll through to Beckham, making ate run into the attack. Beckham sent a through ball that split Millwall''s defense effortlessly. Cole and York, who had been persistent on the left, quickly transitioned to the right side. With Southgate preupied with York, Cole pulled the ball across and took a shot. Butt dived for the save but couldn''t prevent the ball from hitting the inside of the post and nestling into the bottom corner.


    "Just before halftime, Manchester United equalized! This offensive y was absolutely brilliant. They had been attacking down the left but suddenly pivoted to the right. Such a shift in rhythm and direction tore Millwall''s defense apart, and Cole finished with impressiveposure, maintaining his fine form fromst season."


    Ferguson pped enthusiastically, clearly pleased with his yers'' performance.


    Aldridge couldn''t hide his frustration. He raised his hands angrily and questioned Ruud van Nistelrooy and Ronaldinho.


    His expression was one of anger��a rare sight in the past.


    Previously, their style had been conservative, focused on defensive counterattacks. The yers'' mentality leaned heavily towards defending, cing that as their top priority.


    However, this was a different scenario. Although Millwall wasn''t a top club, they were undeniably recognized as a strong team, often dictating the pace of the game. yers like Shevchenko and Trezeguet understood the importance of defending; they hade from that background and never lost their core skills.


    Yet for Ronaldinho and Van Nistelrooy, once they stepped into the starting XI, it seemed to be all about attack, prioritizing offense over defense!


    Aldrich had warned them before, but they brushed it off, thinking they were in the lead with halftime approaching. Their focus had diminished.


    Van Nistelrooy''s defensive positioning wascking, and Ronaldinho had been following Beckham, a step behind when Beckham elerated forward, failing to respond quickly enough to Beckham''s pass. All Ronaldinho could do was watch helplessly as their goal was breached.


    Aldridge''s angry reaction to the fumble stunned Lions fans in the Den. Because while they were a little frustrated at conceding the goal, it wasn''t to the level of disappointment or anger.


    Aldridge didn''t mind conceding the ball. After all, which team can avoid conceding a goal? The key question for him is what caused the goal to be conceded. In the game against Manchester United, if Beckham scored directly from a free kick, he would have nothing to say. This kind of goal is purely personal skill and has little to do with defense.


    However, if conceding was a result of their own mistakes, Aldrich couldn''t tolerate it��especially when it was within the yers'' capabilities to prevent such errors.


    As the match was about to restart, Aldrich substituted Gronkjaer into the game. With only two minutes of stoppage time left in the first half, Millwall focused on solidifying their defense, allowing Gronkjaer to integrate into the team first.


    With Manchester United having equalized away from home, they weren''t in a rush to attack. With both teams at equal strength, they couldn''t continue their previously risky offensive strategy. Millwall''s counterattacking prowess put pressure on Manchester United, as the offensive yers hadn''t yet found their rhythm. Ronaldinho and Van Nistelrooy still needed to umte more match experience.


    Especially in such a high-stakes match!


    Aldrich entered the yers'' tunnel with a stern expression. As the yers filed into the dressing room one by one, he mmed the door shut with a heavy thud and turned to Van Nistelrooy, seething with anger. "When I specifically tell you to tighten up defensively, you need to realize that you have to do more than just meet the pre-match expectations. Henrik is off with an injury, leaving us a man down. Elvin has moved up to assist��can''t you see that?"


    Van Nistelrooy kept his head down, afraid to respond, nor did he offer any excuses.


    Aldrich then turned to Ronaldinho, snapping, "I told you to mark Beckham during our pre-match talk, and you assured me you could handle it. Yet here we are; he assisted a goal right in front of you!"


    Ronaldinho didn''t bow his head but sincerely replied, "I''m sorry, boss."


    Aldrich waved his hand, saying, "Don''t apologize to me; you''ve let your teammates down."


    He looked around at all the yers and spoke in a chilling tone, "In thest four years, we''ve achieved remarkable feats and made significant progress. If any of you think that this allows you to coast from now on, waiting for trophies and des toe rolling in, you''re finishedpletely finished! Your professional careers will be a washout! Don''t forget that the foundation of sess is your own hard work! You''ve got to push yourselves harder than anyone else, harder than your rivals, because it''s the effort you put in that opens the door to sess��not some entitlement to it! In the second half, I want to see nothing but peak focus and an unwavering desire to win. We will defend our goal as a unit and tear down theirs as one!"


    Ronaldinho immediately responded, "Boss, I understand."


    Aldrich shot back, "It''s not enough to just understand! You should say, ''I can do it! I will exceed your expectations!''"


    Ronaldinho raised his head and proimed, "Boss, I can do it! I will deliver beyond what you expect!"


    Van Nistelrooy quickly raised his head and dered loudly, "I can do it too!"


    Aldrich''s demeanor softened slightly. He didn''t want to be angry, but he needed to put his foot down at the right moment to ensure these newly promoted starters understood reality.


    It must be said that many young yers who "marry into a top club" somewhat naively believe that achieving sess in a bigger team will be easier. You can''t me them for thinking this way; the reality is thatrger clubs tend to see results more often. But if such thinking lowers their own standards, then even if arge club enjoys ongoing sess, when ites time for recognition, the contributions of yers will differ. Those with a luck-based mentality will likely remain on the margins.


    Aldrich began adjusting the tactics for the second half. Not just to counter the opponent, but for his own team''s adjustment; Larsson and Gronkjaer brought distinctly different ying styles.


    Before the second half began, Aldrich returned to the sidelines, took a seat, and waited silently for the match to restart.


    Ferguson also settled down. With Manchester United having equalized, while he wouldn''t say it, he felt satisfied with a draw.


    The Manchester United club was currently facing stormy weather. Stabilizing the team''s performance was paramount to avoid criticism aimed at him, especially with a potential new owner looming.


    The moment the second half kicked off, Millwall''s approachpletely transformed.


    On the left, Ronaldinho rarely pushed forward but focused on orchestrating y, drawing the attention of Manchester United''s defense and distributing the ball to either Nedved or Pirlo.


    He shifted the y from midfield to the right, allowing Gronkjaer to challenge Erwin. Last year, Gronkjaer had matched Erwin, and now with Erwin another year older, Gronkjaer had matured, bing sharper in his y.


    Throughout the second half, Millwall''s yers exhibited tremendous focus, showing no issues either offensively or defensively.


    "Ronaldinho''s position and role on the pitch now resemble that of a ssic attacking midfielder, which may sound odd, but it''s true. By actively engaging with Pirlo and Nedv��d, Millwall''s control of the midfield has noticeably improved, almost evoking the essence of samba football. Watching Ronaldinho''s skillful dribbling is a true pleasure; Pirlo''s touches and turns are executed with grace and poise, while Nedv��d''s passes are sharp and precise. Coupled with Glen Johnson''s explosive runs down the right nk, the Lion''s Den feels like Hollywood by the Thames!"


    Glen Johnson broke down the right wing and sent in a series of low crosses. He made three consecutive passes: two to Van Nistelrooy, one of which was saved by Schmeichel, and another that cleverly bypassed Stam, but was intercepted and cleared by Keane from behind. As the game progressed, Manchester United began to pay more attention to Ruud van Nistelrooy''s position.


    Ferguson''s expression grew tense.


    The left-back issue for Manchester United resurfaced. Indeed, Elvin was getting on in years; this was a young man''s game. Faced with the speed of Glen Johnson, Elvin was left with no choice but tomit fouls or retreat defensively to prevent any crosses...

 Chapter 341: Victory at a Cost

    <h4>Chapter 341: Victory at a Cost</h4>


    The intense showdown at The Den reached a boiling point as Millwall increased their pace. This gave Manchester United more opportunities to capitalize on their defensive counterattacks.


    However, Manchester United faced a new problem.


    When Larsson is on the court, his impact on the wing is actually very small. His greater threates from his positioning and running towards the goal. Therefore, Giggs does not need to drop too deep. But after Gronkjaer came on, Irwin began to face tremendous pressure. Giggs faced his opponent on the nk, although he knew that without Larsson, Millwall''s central threat was reduced. However, letting Gronkjaer keep passing the ball is risky. Who can guarantee that the defense ispletely safe? After all, not long ago, Ruud van Nistelrooy got two excellent scoring opportunities.


    Giggs had no choice but to retreat deeper. Consequently, during counterattacks, Manchester United''s wings couldn''t create the same threats, and driving through the center was slow. Not to mention, both Makelele and Pirlo were no pushovers.


    In fact, the matchup between Manchester United and Millwall had reached a point of intensepetition.


    Keane marked Nedved, while Scholes faced off against Pirlo.


    If Makelele joined the attack, Yorke would have to drop back even further.


    Each side had one center-back man-marking and another responsible for intercepting.


    Millwall had changed two key yers in their attack, and with Larsson sidelined, none of their current front trio were regr starters fromst season. This meant they could no longer gain an advantage tactically.


    Aldrich recognized this, so he gave his yers more freedom to express their individual skills.


    In the second half, Ronaldinho refrained from excessive dribbling and focused more on controlling the ball, settling into a role that resembled a ssic ymaker, positioned in the central-left area.


    In the 64th minute of the second half, Pirlo passed the ball to Ronaldinho, who found himself surrounded by Neville and Beckham. Swift as a rabbit, he skillfully maneuvered to evade their grasp. As he began to dribble toward the center, Nedved made a forward run. Realizing this, Keane immediately tracked Nedved, opening up space for Ronaldinho to advance.


    Seeing the danger, Scholes dropped back to defend against Ronaldinho, who then passed the ball to the oing Pirlo. Just as Pirlo stopped the ball, Scholes, returning from a brief moment of retreat, lunged in desperation.


    Pirlo managed to touch the ball away, but he couldn''t dodge Scholes''s challenge, ending up on the ground.


    Aldrich felt a wave of despair because Pirlo remained down and didn''t get back up.


    "Damn it!"


    Ferguson stepped out to exin to the fourth official that the yer''s actions weren''t malicious. Aldrich signaled for Lampard to start warming up. The team doctor rushed onto the field while the referee handed Scholes a yellow card.


    With a stern expression, Aldrich approached the fourth official. Just as Ferguson finished his statement, he turned to Aldrich and said, "Paul didn''tmit a malicious foul. You saw it clearly; it was just an ident."


    "I saw it very clearly; my yer is injured, and it''s two of them, both key yers!"


    First, Larsson, then Pirlo.


    What a string of bad luck.


    Ferguson attempted to console him, saying, "These things happen to everyone; Larsson''s collision was normal. As for Paul''s slide tackle, well, he''s not known for tackling; that was just an ident."


    Aldrich didn''t want to start an unwarranted squabble. Scholes can defend, but he''s not known for sliding tackles �C it was a strange situation.


    He walked back to the sidelines to ry instructions to Lampard before making the substitution.


    Pirlo had to be carried off on a stretcher; it''d be determinedter just how serious his injury was.


    Afterward, anytime a Manchester United yer gained possession, the Millwall fans at the stands jeered loudly at them.


    From a neutral perspective, neither Larsson nor Pirlo was injured due to malicious fouls, but losing two key yers in one match was something the fans couldn''t ept.


    Upon entering the pitch, Lampard needed some time to get a feel for the pace, so he focused first on solid defensive work.


    Manchester United thought they had the chance tounch a counterattack, but Giggs''s quick cross from the left was met by Butt, who punched it clear.


    Makelele then sent a ball straight to Ronaldinho, who quicklyid it off to Lampard. Lampard in turn yed the ball right back to Gronkjaer. With plenty of space around him and Giggs yet to return, Erwin was quite anxious, having retreated early to ensure he was positioned properly, fearful of exposing vulnerability.


    Gronkjaer read the y perfectly; Keane was glued to Nedved, and Scholes had his hands full with Lampard, while Ronaldinho''s smart inward run had Neville and Stam feeling the pressure.


    Then, Gronkjaer burst into action with a speed that made everything around him feel like it was moving in slow motion.


    Erwin''s pupils contracted when he saw the direction in which Gronkjaer was sprinting.


    Where the hell are you heading, you little punk?!


    Get over here!


    I''m right here!


    Gronkjaer, from forty yards out, decisively changed direction and charged toward the penalty area, leaving Erwin behind. Furious, Erwin rushed to provide cover in the box, while Johnsen sprinted in an attempt to intercept Gronkjaer.


    But there was no stopping the rampaging Gronkjaer!


    Johnsen was just a second too slow, and Gronkjaer narrowly avoided being taken down, regaining his footing just long enough to unleash a powerful shot from the right side of the penalty area!


    The ball sailed in a beautiful arc, initially looking like it would go out but curving back in mid-flight, leaving the spectators in awe as Schmeichel dove with all his might, fingertips merely grazing the ball as it nestled into the far corner of the.


    It was a goal!


    The stadium fell into a brief silence for two seconds, only to erupt with thunderous cheers!


    "What a spectacr individual effort from Gronkjaer! He charged straight from the right side into the middle, with Johnsen unable to halt his advance. The referee''s whistle was poised on his lips, but upon seeing Gronkjaer remain upright, he decisively signaled for y to continue. Gronkjaer''s breathtaking long-range strike pierced Manchester United''s goal, putting Millwall ahead 2-1. This will surely be one of Gronkjaer''s most memorable goals!"


    Aldrich was on the sidelines, shaking his fist with a grimace of frustration, muttering something that those around him could hear all too clearly.


    He was cursing.


    "Damn, damn, damn - damn football! Damn! This game is absolute shit! I lost two key yers, what a fucking win!!"


    After scoring, Gronkjaer whipped off his shirt and sprinted towards the coaching staff, tossing it onto the ground before rushing to embrace Moniz, who had taken on a greater role within the first-team staff after Benitez and Tolope''s departures.


    Gronkjaer had been with the team for four years, marking his fifth year. Since Millwall hired Meulensteen and Moniz, Gronkjaer''s technical training had been overseen by Moniz.


    The goal he just scored came from his refined technique and a notable improvement in his long-range shooting from three years ago.


    This was the result of countless hours of training day in and day out. Gronkjaer''s deepest gratitude belonged to Moniz, who had spent time reviewing videos with him, personally guiding his technical training. Gronkjaer recognized that his improvement was a product of Moniz''s dedication.


    After embracing Moniz, Gronkjaer celebrated with a high-five from Aldrich, before gesturing to the stands, prompting waves of apuse and cheers from the fans.


    The referee handed Gronkjaer a yellow card for his shirtless celebration.


    Ferguson wore an anxious expression, caught between anger and frustration.


    Recalling his failed attempt to hire Meulensteen, he felt regret wash over him.


    The new wave of Millwall''s talented youth evidently showcased their exceptional skills, optimized to their fullest potential.


    Ferguson had once hoped Meulensteen woulde to Manchester United to help nurture young talent, but Meulensteen had bluntly told him: it wasn''t about Manchester United''s conditions being poor or theirck of appeal; rather, the talent at Manchester United could notpete with that at Millwall.


    Training and teaching tailored to the individual''s strengths is vital; a yer can''t seed solely due to a renowned coach; they must also have innate talent.


    Aldrich felt gratified, realizing that Gronkjaer had now moved away from the habits of a ssical winger and embraced the modern winger''s style. That goal was a perfect example.


    With less than 15 minutes left in the match, Manchester United began their counteroffensive, but they struggled to maintain possession as Millwall steadily controlled the tempo. Aldrich instructed his team to tighten their defense; if Manchester United dared to push forward aggressively, Millwall''s front trio was quick enough to slice through defenses like a hot knife through butter.


    Aldrich settled back down, when Jansen suddenly turned to him and asked, "I was just thinking, if we could bring in Giggs, could we convert him into a winger like Gronkjaer?"


    Aldrich pondered the question before shaking his head. "I don''t know; their positions are different. One is a wide midfielder and the other a winger. Giggs focuses more on assisting rather than scoring, while I expect Gronkjaer to score more than assist. It''s hard to say what would happen if we haven''t tried it."


    "If Giggs can equal Overmars''s goals at Arsenalst season, Manchester United will be very scary."


    "I don''t think so. It means Giggs will get fewer assists and it won''t necessarily lead to more goals for Manchester United."


    After a moment of thought, Jansen also sighed in agreement, recognizing there are questions that can only be spected upon without definitive answers.


    One of the key figures in Arsenal''s title winst season was the agile Overmars, who scored 12 goals in 32 league games. Although Giggs is famous for his sharp dribbling skills, his position is not a traditional winger. Instead, he ys as a left midfielder or wide midfielder. He scores around seven goals every season, but his real impact is in his assist numbers. Although he asionally shows excellent personal breakthrough ability, this style is not his main way of scoring.


    He was the quintessential team yer, leveraging his strengths to help the team secure victories.


    Though Aldrich hadn''tpletely abandoned the wide midfield tactics, he didn''t employ them frequently anymore. asionally, he utilized yers like Van der Meyde or Duff in those roles; he preferred wingers with the capability to break stalemates or shift the game in critical moments.


    Today, both Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer demonstrated these qualities. Ronaldinho used his excellent personal skills to force the opponent to focus on defending himself, while Gronkjar took advantage of his A fatal counterattack was carried out at a fast speed.


    In the final moments of the game, Manchester United pressed hard, but Millwall seized the opportunity to counterattack. Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer swapped positions on the right, and when Ronaldinho took possession of the ball, he rushed forward along the path Gronkjaer had scored. Facing thest barrier of Manchester United''s defense, Stam and Johansson, Ronaldinho did not try a long shot. Instead, after cleverly attracting Stam''s attention, Van Nistelrooy passed the ball to the advancing Nedved. Then Nedved shot hard from outside the penalty area. Schmeichel did not react, but the ball was slightly higher than the goal.


    Regrettably failing to extend their lead, Millwall saw the referee blow the final whistle.


    The Lions triumphed over the Red Devils 2-1 at home, but the victory came at a heavy price��they had lost two key yers!


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 Chapter 342: Family Ties and Hidden Ambitions

    <h4>Chapter 342: Family Ties and Hidden Ambitions</h4>


    As the final whistle blew, the stands of The Den erupted with thunderous cheers, like a deep blue ocean of joy. In their first home game of the new season, not only had they secured victory, but they had done so against a traditional powerhouse like Manchester United. The new generation of The Lions showed no signs of a decline in strength.


    Aldrich calmly walked over to shake hands with Ferguson. After exchanging a few words, both coaches turned and departed.


    In the VIP box, Aldrich''s two brothers were present, apanied by a man in his thirties, who, while looking ordinary, exuded an air of reliability and calmness.


    Dressed sharply in a suit, Bat stood among the three, hands in pockets as he overlooked the pitch. Every so often, he shared a brief exchange with the man beside him.


    "Bat, I admit this cousin of ours is a genius, but looking at his track record, the advice he provides might be quite limited," Andrew remarked.


    Bat chuckled softly at thement.


    Andrew then turned to the man, saying, "ise, don''t underestimate Aldrich''s ability to surprise. He doesn''t easily offer advice, but once he does, there''s only one thing for you to do: remember every word he says and execute it perfectly. In the end, you''ll reap unexpected rewards."


    ise shrugged nomittally and asked, "Even if his advice could impact your entire life? Would you still follow it without question?"


    Bat turned to ise and yfully wrapped an arm around him,ughing, "Then you should definitely do as he says! It will undoubtedly change your life drastically."


    ise smiled wryly, "Do you follow every piece of advice he gives?"


    Bat replied, "I wish he''d give me a suggestion every day; I''d be the world''s richest man in no time."


    Andrew burst intoughter, and soon the three exited the box.


    Back in the locker room, Aldrich praised the team''s performance in the second half. Although Ronaldinho and Van Nistelrooy hadn''t directly contributed any notable stats, their defensive efforts weremendable, warranting Aldrich''s recognition.


    Upon arriving at the post-match press conference, Ferguson had already left, expressing disappointment in the match''s oue. He believed that the strength of Manchester United and Millwall wasparable and that Manchester United should have had the upper hand, even though they yed away, at least deserving a draw; however, luck hadn''t favored them.


    He consistently viewed Gronkjaer''s winning goal as a fluke.


    In response to reporters'' inquiries about Ferguson''sments, Aldrich maintained a calm demeanor, stating, "He''s not wrong; the two teams don''t differ much in strength. The key lies in execution on the day. We limited Beckham, Giggs, and Scholes for the majority of the match, which is why we won. Preventing Manchester United from scoring more was primarily a defensive achievement. Offensively, Millwall didn''t perform exceptionally well today; I''m not entirely satisfied. Our two goals came from a set-piece and individual brilliance. This group of core yers hasn''t yet reached my expectations��they still have potential to unlock, and I anticipate they will hit their peak in two to three years."


    "How are Pirlo and Larsson''s injuries? Will they affect the team''s uing matches?" David Miller posed a worried question.


    After letting go of Back in the summer, any injury to Pirlo in that crucial position would have a detrimental impact on Millwall''s offense.


    While there was still Frank Lampard in the squad, his performances over the past two years hadn''t left asting impression, leading many football professionals discussing what position suited him best.


    Millwall''s midfield operated in a well-organized fashion, with each yer assigned specific roles��defensive midfield, deep-lying ymaker, and attacking ymaker.


    Lampard seemed capable of ying in various positions, but his execution in all of them feltckluster; he embodied the idea of being a jack of all trades but master of none.


    "ording to the team doctor''s preliminary diagnosis, both could be sidelined for at least a month. We''ll know more after further check-ups. Losing these two will undoubtedly be a blow for Millwall, but that''s football��no club is immune from injuries to key yers. A mature team, especially a strong one, should approach such situations withposure. As the head coach, I will do my best topensate for the dip in strength caused by these absences. Millwall will ovee this challenge."


    After the match, Aldrich had calmed down. When yers got injured, he might initially feel anger or worry, but once the facts were immutable, he shifted his perspective: this was just another challenge for him.


    What top manager hasn''t faced the predicament of significant injuries to key yers? If you can steer your team through difficult times, you''re a dragon, but if you can''t, you''re just a pile of mud.


    With many of Millwall''s key yers leaving this summer and two more yers injured at the start of the new season, Aldridge secretly feels that this situation is more exciting than before, but there are also some concerns because his goal is the league championship.


    After concluding the press conference, Aldrich drove away from the club, heading to the airport to pick up Mnie. The Spice Girls were set to continue their North American tour, and she had stolen two days off to return to London to be with Aldrich.


    On the way to the airport, Aldridge got a call from Bat.


    "Eat? Can we have another day?"


    "Just today, I need to talk about something important."


    "Do you need to keep it secret?"


    "What''s the meaning?"


    "I''m going to pick up my girlfriend; can shee too?"


    "Mnie? No problem, take her with you."


    After hanging up the phone, Aldrich was curious about what important matter his eldest brother wanted to see him.


    If it were a business matter, he wasn''t particrly interested, mainly because he didn''t have much to contribute.


    He had already said everything that needed to be said��Bat just had to recognize the mainstream direction and trends, so he could seize opportunities in the inte market. Once the market matured and thepany went public, bing wildly rich would be a piece of cake. Besides, he was already a billionaire.


    Aldrich currently had nearly ten million pounds in his private ount. Over the past two years, Bat had deposited thepany dividends into his ount, and he genuinely wasn''t very concerned about the worth of his shares in thepany. Millwall was his personal asset, and its estimated value had already surpassed two hundred million pounds.


    Outside the airport, he spotted Mnie waiting by the street, carrying a casual bag, dressed in a refreshing white sundress, her sunsses concealing her face. As Aldrich parked the car by the curb, she opened the door and jumped in, stating matter-of-factly, "Victoria says thank you."


    "What for?"


    Aldrich started the car and drove toward the restaurant to meet Bat.


    "For speaking up for Beckham."


    Aldrich shook his head, "It has nothing to do with personal rtionships; I was merely expressing my opinion. If it were anyone else, I''d say the same."


    He believed in making judgements based on the situation, allowing the public to be lenient toward Beckham was not about whose face to save, just like he wouldn''t gloss over Beckham''s red card.


    The retaliatory tackle leading to the red card was not in dispute, but how one viewed it was another matter. Elevating it to the level of national viin was indeed excessive.


    "In any case, she appreciates you. Where are we headed?"


    "Bat invited me for dinner."


    Mnie suddenly seemed disinterested. She had only taken two days off and was looking forward to spending quality time alone with Aldrich.


    Aldrich shed her an apologetic smile, "He mentioned he had something important to discuss."


    Mnie smiled back, "I understand, let''s go. Let''s see what delicious food they have."


    Once inside the restaurant''s private room, Aldrich soon realized that tonight''s dinner was not just a gathering with Bat. Andrew was also present, along with a man he didn''t know.


    As Bat pulled out a chair for Mnie with a warm smile, he remarked, "I''m astonished by the reach you have in America."


    After Mnie sat down, she asked curiously: "Did you go to the concert too?"


    Bat shook his head, "I''m too busy for that at the moment, but I promise I''ll be there to cheer you on next time."


    He wasn''t justplimenting Mnie either; the buzz created by the Spice Girls'' push into North America had been impossible to ignore, with concert tickets selling out quickly.


    Aldrich extended his right hand to shake the unfamiliar man''s hand, saying, "Hello, nice to meet you. I''m Aldrich Hall, and this is my girlfriend Mnie Chisholm."


    The man, however, didn''t shake his hand. Instead, he opened his arms and shared a quick hug with Aldrich.


    Heughed, "No, we''ve met before. Thest time was fifteen years ago. You were, uh, about six or seven at the time��around this tall," he said, gesturing with his hand for height.


    Aldrich stared in astonishment, asking, "Really? Fifteen years ago? I can''t quite recall that."


    After ruminating briefly, Aldrich realized that although he had crossed over at age ten, the earlier memories remained intact. It was normal not to remember events from so long ago.


    Andrew chuckled from the side, "Aldrich, this is our cousin ise Hall. Before he became the mayor, he used to visit our home every year, but you were never around. Who would have known you''d be gone for almost ten months each year?"


    Aldrich suddenly understood, "So you''re the son of Uncle Brook! I''ve often heard Arthur mention you guys."


    Brooke and Arthur are brothers, but when Brooke pursued his current wife and moved to another county in his youth, their rtionship became more distant. Perhaps it was due to Arthur''s family bing increasingly wealthy.


    Arthur makes it a point to visit Brooke several times a year. asionally, Aldrich would hear him mention Uncle Brooke and his son ise.


    Now it all made sense.


    They all took their seats, with Mnie on Aldrich''s left and ise opposite him. Before the food arrived, Aldrich and ise engaged in conversation, gradually bing familiar with each other.


    This thirty-something cousin was truly impressive, serving as a public officer and the mayor in Kent County, as well as being a member of the Conservative Party��albeit at a somewhat lower rank.


    Aldrich admired his cousin''s sincerity; without Aldrich''s foresight, he probably would not have reached ise''s current level of achievement.


    But ise seemed equally impressed by Aldrich''s sess. Arthur''s three children��truly a remarkable trio, their business thriving��who wouldn''t envy that?


    As dinnermenced, Aldrich was discussing which dishes were particrly delicious with Mnie when he suddenly turned to Bat, asking, "Didn''t you say you needed to talk to me?"


    Bat picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth, saying sternly, "ise no longer wants to be mayor."


    Aldrich looked at his cousin in surprise, "Isn''t being a mayor a good thing? Are you considering a career change? Going into business?"


    ise smiled and shook his head.


    Bat continued, "What I mean is, he''s looking to advance further politically; the position of mayor is a bit low for him."


    Aldrich was puzzled, responding, "But I''m not a politician, and I don''t know any big names in politics. I can''t really help."


    After he said this, he paused, deep in thought.


    It seemed he was beginning to piece something together...

 Chapter 343: The Unexpected Recommendation

    <h4>Chapter 343: The Unexpected Rmendation</h4>


    Aldrich began to grasp what Bat had meant earlier by the important matter.


    As dinner concluded, he remained quiet despite Bat and ise probing him with questions; he simply replied cautiously that he needed to go home and think.


    He knew his position in Bat''s eyes. Once he opened his mouth, it could influence Bat''s decisions in a sh.


    On the drive back to the countryside vi, Mnie, exhausted from her journey, yawned repeatedly. She leaned against her seat and turned to look at Aldrich, who was lost in thought as he drove.


    "Your cousin wants to climb thedder. How does that affect you? Even your big brother is getting involved; I think it''s overblown," she remarked.


    Aldrich gently pinched her cheek and sighed, "It''s not as simple as you think. Things can''t be just viewed on the surface."


    Mnie held his hand, resting her cheek against his palm andfortably closing her eyes. "Is it really thatplicated?"


    "Kind of. My brother''s thinking is straightforward; he wants the Hall family to be one of the elite in Britain. Wealth alone won''t cut it. Even though I received a knighthood from the royal family two months ago, it doesn''t mean much. ise is part of our extended family, and my brother wants to support him in politics. It may not show immediate results, but my brother definitely has ambitions for the long term."


    Mnieughed, "ise is just a mayor at thirty. What can he achieve on his own? By the way, let me see your medal."


    "Uh, I left it at the apartment. Maybe another day."


    That knighthood was awarded to him by the royal family in recognition of his achievements with the Ennd team in the Champions League. This honor didn''t directly corrte with football sess. Aldrich didn''t receive the knighthood just because he won the Champions League; rather, it stemmed from the positive influence he had cultivated over the years, which had an impact on British society. The Champions League victory was merely a catalyst.


    As he drove, Aldrich continued to ponder his family''s and Bat''s aspirations. Whenever there''s substantial wealth, the connection to politicalworks is unavoidable. Was Bat really introducing ise to him simply because ise wanted to give up being a mayor?


    If that were the case, it echoed what Mnie said: it''s making a mountain out of a molehill.


    Supporting junior politicians initially requires money, but when your goals are higher, money is just one of the basic guarantees.


    Behind electoral politics lies a war of money. The candidate with the strongest financial backing can create greater influence and therefore secure more votes.


    Bat''s investment is clearly political. Mentioning that ise is a junior member of the Conservative Party indicates he''s considering bing a behind-the-scenes supporter for them.


    Bat didn''t have many options. With the Labour Party recently in power and riding high, trying to build connections with them now, even with a significant investment, would only amount to icing on the cake. However, investing in the Conservative Party was different; it was like providing crucial support when needed. The real issue, though, was no one could guarantee when the Labour Party might lose power. If the Conservatives were suppressed for several years, Bat''s financial backing could go to waste. Of course, there were ways to mitigate the risks. Europeanpanies often bet on political campaigns; As long as you ce some bets on both ends, you can minimize your losses regardless of the oue.


    When Aldrich arrived home, Mnie was already asleep. He carefully carried her inside the vi. After a quick shower, they went to bed.


    A single thought kept circling in his mind.


    In the dead of night, he got out of bed, went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, and then took out his phone to call Bat.


    His brother had already gone to bed; it took a while for him to pick up, though his voice sounded normal.


    "It''s gettingte. There must be something important. Just say it directly."


    "If you want to support ise in making an impact in politics, you need to find someone."


    "Who should I look for? A big shot from Downing Street?"


    "No. If I recall correctly, he has royal blood. I don''t know how he''s doing now, but you could bet on it. His name is Cameron."


    "Cameron... is that a surname or a first name? What''s the full name?"


    "I forgot."


    "Aldrich, I don''t get it. You forget someone''s name but expect me to gamble on him?"


    "Anyway, he should be in the Conservative Party. Alright, I''m going to sleep now. Goodnight."


    Aldrich hung up.


    The future Prime Minister of the UK, he still remembered the name. He just didn''t know where the guy was at the moment.


    Finding someone with royal blood in Britain isn''t too hard. Though the monarchy is now mostly symbolic, they still care about appearances. Diana''s death, for example, has conspiracy theories iming it was orchestrated by the royal family.


    Standing on the balcony, Aldrich gazed at the star-filled sky. Waiting for Cameron to take office would take over a decade. However, investing in politics is indeed a long game; the longer the investment, the stronger the alliances formed. Before Cameron assumes leadership of the Conservatives, he''ll have to rise through the ranks, like party whips and other influential figures. With that in mind, even if ise''s path aren''t smooth sailing, as long as he doesn''t mess up, he should still do well.


    Just like digging up giant stars in football, the development of the family business can simrly be expedited through such strategies.


    Since he was already contemting Cameron, Aldrich picked up his phone again to text Bat.


    He typed just two lines.


    Germany, female, Merkel.


    USA, male, Obama.


    ...


    When ites to powerful politicians in the West, Aldrich could only recall these three. Cameron for his youth, Merkel for being a woman, and Obama, well, everyone knows he was America''s leading figure, consistently ranking among the world''s powerful.


    Aldrich certainly knew figures like ir and Bush. But knowing them didn''t matter; it''s simr to football, where everyone knows the famous stars. What''s the point of mentioning it?


    Having settled his thoughts, Aldrich returned to the bedroom. At that moment, Mnie was awake, sitting on the bed in her silk pajamas, one strap slipping down her arm. She gazed at him helplessly, asking, "Are you not thinking about me?"


    Aldrich struck a yful pose like a sprinter and smiled, "My answer ising."


    With that, he dashed a couple of steps and dove onto the bed, causing Mnie to scream as she fell back, and then he pinned her down.


    ...


    The next day, the team had a half-day off. In the morning, Aldrich apanied Mnie for some shopping. They weren''t shopping enthusiasts; it was more about rxing and taking in the sights. With plenty of beautiful parks in London, the pair often strolled hand in hand like an old married couple.


    After lunch, Mnie was set to return to Liverpool to reunite with her family, while Aldrich had work to do. They lingered in the airport terminal, reluctant to part for some time.


    On his drive to the club, Aldrich received a call from an unfamiliar number.


    "Hello, Aldrich Hall. Who''s this?"


    "Aldrich, how have you beentely?"


    Aldrich recognized the voice and hesitated before asking, "Sir Bobby Robson?"


    "Yes."


    "Oh, I''ve been well. I heard you''re coaching in the Nethends again; congrattions."


    Bobby Robson''s return to Eindhoven was seen as a firefighting role. With the summer transfer window open, key yers like Zenden and Cocu had been snapped up by Europe''s elite, making his job quite challenging. However, the old master had weathered many storms, so he should manage to adapt just fine.


    "I''m calling because I want to ask you for a favor."


    "Oh? What''s that?"


    "Millwall is looking for a first-team coach and assistant coach, right?"


    "Yes, I had two assistants leave in the summer, so there are some gaps in staffing."


    "I rmend someone to you, and I hope you''ll consider him. He''s a bit young, but with your style, I don''t think that should be an issue."


    Aldrich pictured someone in his mind and chuckled, "Is it Mourinho? If he''s willing toe to Millwall, there''d be no need for an interview��just put him straight in the job."


    "Ah? Jos��? No, he''s got a job in Barcelona. That''s not who I''m talking about."


    "Aha?"


    Aldrich was confused.


    Robson had rmended a young coach toe to Millwall? The first person that came to his mind was Mourinho.


    "Okay, so who''s your rmendation then?"


    "Vis-Boas. He was my assistant four years ago at just 17. He''s now 21 and didn''te with me to the Nethends. His dream is to be a head coach, and I believe if he learns at your ce, it''ll greatly benefit him in the future. Rest assured, he''llplete whatever work you assign. Despite his youth, he has an understanding of football that surpasses his peers."


    Aldrich now remembered; it was Vis-Boas.


    Mourinho''s juniors, many of whom initially followed Robson.


    Looking back over a decade, objectively speaking, Vis-Boas is quite remarkable.


    Though he didn''t manage to prove himself with mainstream league giants and top teams, his youth is notable. Considering his age, simply being in a managerial position in the Premier League is already remarkable, especially as he had no ying experience��which is somewhat simr to Aldrich.


    "Vis-Boas, okay, I got it. Bring him in as the first-team coach. We have many young people here, and the atmosphere is good, so he won''t need to worry about age-rted pressure."


    "Great, I''ll have him formally apply to Millwall."


    Aldrich continued chatting with Robson for a bit before hanging up. He quickly made his way to the club.


    Not rushing to the training ground, he first visited Human Resources to inquire about applications.


    Millwall was recruiting, and many were applying. Even coaches from mid-tier Premier League clubs sought to jump ship, though they would do so through intermediaries to avoid exposure��after all, going direct might lead to usations of betrayal.


    Aldrich sifted through the resumes and quickly found Vis-Boas'' application.


    In fact, Vis-Boas had sent his application two days ago. After waiting for a couple of days without news, he had sought Robson''s help.


    He was very eager toe to Millwall to study, but what Aldrich didn''t know was that Vis-Boas almost regarded him as an idol...


    Indeed, Aldrich, who has also never yed a game, is like a temte for Vis-Boas. Vis-Boas, who has been immersed in football knowledge since childhood, became Robson''s assistant at the age of 17. This was not just luck; It was the hard-won football knowledge he umted in his early years that opened up opportunities like this.


    Aldrich pulled Vis-Boas'' resume and handed it over to the staff. He decided to offer the position to Vis-Boas, dismissing the recruitment notice and informing other applicants of the oue.


    Next, he started reviewing another pile of applications for the assistant coach position, as Benitez''s departure also left a vacancy.


    As he flipped through page by page, he suddenly paused; a familiar name caught his eye, a name that was well-known in European football circles.


    Klinsmann!

 Chapter 344: Schneider’s Dilemma

    <h4>Chapter 344: Schneider''s Dilemma</h4>


    Aldrich pulled out Klinsmann''s application. The German legend proved to be quite meticulous; his resumeid out his career journey and clearly stated that he currentlycked a coaching license but was eager to obtain one as soon as possible, at least aiming for a basic coaching qualification. He believed that his ying experience could benefit Millwall.


    Klinsmann''s name resonates loudly in European football, and he had also made a significant impact in the Premier League. Hisst stint was at Tottenham Hotspur, where he saved the team from relegationst season by scoring nine crucial goals, earning him legendary status at White Hart Lane.


    After the World Cup, Klinsmann, perhaps feeling thepetition with his former teammate Loew, announced his retirement and did not settle in the United States as the original history had nned, but immediately sought a position at Millwall.


    While L?w''s ying career wasn''t remarkable, he had been Klinsmann''s teammate andter became a recognized young coach in German football. Last season, he led Stuttgart to the European Cup Winners'' Cup final, only to narrowly miss out on the trophy. Had he won, L?w might have been celebrated as one of the top young coaches.


    As Aldrich pondered Klinsmann''s application, he weighed the pros and cons.


    The downside was clear: Klinsmann was a great yer and would eventually be a well-known coach, but for now, he was a rookie in coaching. If Aldrich hired him, he would likely need to guide Klinsmann closely as he adapted to Millwall and his new role.


    On the other hand, the advantages were plenty. First, Klinsmann''s fame would attract more attention to the club.


    Secondly, his extensive ying experience across various European leagues could offer insights that most other coaches wouldn''t provide.


    Lastly, Klinsmann had connections within German football. Despite his contentious rtionships with certain powers in the national team, hiswork could bring additional benefits to Millwall beyond his coaching duties.


    Considering all this, Aldrich concluded that the benefits outweighed the drawbacks. There might be candidates with better qualifications than Klinsmann right now, but once he found his footing, he could excel.


    Aldrich instructed the HR department to withdraw the assistant coach posting and personally called Klinsmann. The call didn''t catch Klinsmann off guard; he was on vacation in the U.S. and felt he deserved the opportunity at Millwall given his yer background. Aldrich expressed his anticipation for their future coboration over the phone.


    Klinsmann began packing his bags for London, while Aldrich changed into sportswear and headed to the training ground to oversee the yers'' recovery training.


    Having beaten Manchester United the day before, the yers were in high spirits, and today''s training was lively. Post-match sessions focused primarily on recovery, with easy drills that kept things light but purposeful.


    As Aldrich observed from the sidelines, he noticed Schneider seemed preupied. He whistled and gestured for Schneider, who reluctantly jogged over.


    "What''s bothering you?"


    After more than four years of working together, Aldrich could read his yers'' expressions like an open book.


    Schneider hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sort of."


    "I can read your face; something''s up. Can I assist you in any way? If that''s not possible, you need to talk to someone who can help �� keeping it bottled up won''t help and might interfere with your life and work."


    Schneider nced back at his training partners and whispered, "Boss, can we talk somewhere quieter?"


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow in surprise; could he actually be in a position to help?


    He wasn''t keen on ying the role of a "confidant." If Schneider just wanted an audience, Aldrich would be frustrated.


    Problems should be solved; talking alone won''t do the trick.


    He led Schneider to a spot at least thirty meters away from the rest of the team.


    After several moments of awkward silence, Schneider scratched his head.


    "Just say it if I can help."


    Aldrich''s underlying message was clear: if he couldn''t help, he didn''t want to be someone''s sounding board.


    After gathering his thoughts, Schneider finally spoke, "Boss, I''m earning over a million pounds a year now, but I''m not sure what to do with all this money."


    Aldrich''s mouth dropped open in surprise. "You don''t know what to do with money?"


    Once his surprise faded, he cleared his throat and replied casually, "Bernd, that''s easy. Let''s sign a new contract where your weekly wage drops from twenty-five thousand to two hundred and fifty. Problem solved."


    Schneider''s jaw dropped in shock, and he quickly replied, "Boss, I''m not joking. I''ve discussed with my wife, and we''re stuck. I''ve entrusted part of my ie to Mr. Andrew for financial management, and he''s done well, achieving high returns annually. We want to give him the rest of our money for investment, but he refuses, saying it''s not safe. In the end, he asked me to check with you."


    Aldrich crossed his arms and listened as Schneider exined his concerns.


    Schneider''s earnings mainly came from his football sry and bonuses, with some ie from endorsements andmercial activities.


    As his agent, Andrew had a responsibility to help manage Schneider''s finances, but he couldn''t take all of Schneider''s savings. Andrew wouldn''t dare, either, fearing the risks involved. His investmentpany was doing well now, but no one could guarantee they''d remain unaffected by future financial crises.


    Schneider''s worry stemmed from a prudent awareness of the uncertainties thaty ahead.


    Football careers are fleeting. Even if he yed until 40, that only gave him about 15 years left. What would happen after that?


    Ordinary people often say that having five million or ten million is enough for a lifetime.


    But life doesn''t quite work that way.


    When you''re living a five-million lifestyle, you''ll start to yearn for a ten-million lifestyle, then fifteen million.


    Especially when a decrease in wealth forces you to lower your living standards; that can be a tough pill to swallow.


    Hence, investing is essential to maintain and grow wealth, with the basic requirement being to avoid depreciation.


    Aldrich stroked his forehead, realizing that Schneider''s concerns weren''t misguided.


    It wouldn''t be reasonable to tell him, "You have more than enough money; you won''t be able to spend it all."


    At Schneider''s age, he had family responsibilities and more mature, long-term nning. Even if he could afford to live well now, he wanted to prepare better for the next generation.


    In a sense, Schneider''s caution was both wise and rare. Unlike many yers who live for the moment, spending freely and worrying about tomorrow, Schneider wanted his wealth to grow, showing foresight about his future.


    Aldrich felt fortunate; Schneider clearly was a good yer.


    He wanted to earn more but showed no signs of demanding it from the club.


    This was much more admirable than those countless yers who relentlessly pursued higher contracts.


    With that thought in mind, Aldrich looked at Schneider and saw a glimmering aura about him, a reflection of his noble character.


    "Give me two minutes to think it over."


    After Aldrich spoke, Schneider stared at him curiously.


    Most average yersck financial acumen. There are some exceptions, such as the stock market genius Hoeness, or the football king Pele, who lost everything but regained huge wealth; or Robbie Fowler, who became a sessful investor after hanging up his boots. But these are football outliers. Most yers usually rely on agents for financial management.


    Aldrich nned to help Schneider ensure his financial security even after retirement.


    After a moment of thought, he asked, "Bernd, do you like wine?"


    Schneider''s eyes lit up as he nodded.


    "Then how about investing in wine? Buy some well-aged bottles and store them. When you retire, if you need cash, you can sell a few and should see returns of at least five times."


    Aldrich casually suggested.


    Schneider''s eyes widened in disbelief. "500% return??"


    Aldrich replied, "Some wines with high value could even appreciate tenfold or twentyfold."


    Schneider scratched his head, puzzled. "Why is that?"


    "Because the production of good wine is limited. A great vintage may be followed by a lesser one due to material shortages. Over time, fine wines from ten or twenty years ago are consumed, leaving fewer in cirction. Naturally, the price goes up."


    Aldrich exined confidently.


    While he wasn''t particrly fond of red wine, ever since he had shared a ss with Ferguson, he had taken the initiative to learn at least the basic theoretical knowledge, not wanting to lose face.


    With news of expensive wines often making headlines, he thought the idea would be a viable proposition for Schneider.


    Investing in stocks might yield higher returns, but it alsoes with anxiety.


    Sure, he could suggest that Schneider invest in shares of Walmart or Time Warner, which would surely make him a billionaire in twenty years.


    But in those twenty years, he''d likely never get a moment of peaceful sleep.


    Who could guarantee there wouldn''t be a market crash tomorrow?


    Especially for an ordinary person who knows nothing about finance,rger investments only lead to increased worries.


    The goal of investing should be to sleep soundly without constant concern over the future, not to derail sleep today because of anxieties about tomorrow...


    After a moment of reflection, Schneider asked, "If the returns are so high, shouldn''t everyone be doing it?"


    Aldrich shook his head. "The average personcks the patience and financial means. To see tangible returns, you''d need to store a bottle for at least five years. Who''s willing to buy a case or more and wait? Also, storing fine wine requires precise conditions��constant temperature and humidity, which need proper management. It''s not practical without a significant initial investment; the storage costs can add up quickly for small quantities."


    Understanding theplexities, Schneider decided to talk to his wife about itter but suddenly stared at Aldrich intently.


    "What is it? Still worried about something?"


    "Uh, boss, you came up with a way to get rich in just two minutes? Are you even human?"


    Aldrich yfully kicked him, but Schneider quickly dodged and returned to training with the others.

 Chapter 345: Injuries and Impacts

    <h4>Chapter 345: Injuries and Impacts</h4>


    This weekend, Millwall is headed to Monaco for the UEFA Super Cup. This season, the Super Cup has been revamped into a single-match showdown held before the new season''s main Europeanpetition kicks off. It returned to the traditional timing, continuing and concluding the European battles fromst season.


    To amodate this, Millwall chose to y their third round league match midweek, instead of postponing to December like their Super Cup opponents, Chelsea. After all, Chelsea had to face Manchester United midweek before taking on Millwall, which would create a grueling schedule for them.


    However, Millwall couldn''t make such a scheduling adjustment. They still had to participate in the Toyota Cupe winter and couldn''t pack all their fixtures into the hectic early Premier League schedule.


    Before heading to Coventry for their away match, Aldrich received feedback from Bat.


    Cameron has been found and contacted, the timing is excellent. After losing two consecutive elections in the past two years, his career isn''t bottoming out, but it''s certainly not on the upswing. This is the perfect time to make connections.


    Merkel from Germany was also contacted. As a prominent female politician, her party''s recent electoral defeat provided another good opportunity for Bat''s connection.


    As for Obama, he is already the governor of the United States. Bat has joined forces with U.S. partners to focus on funding Obama''s initiative, but doubts remain. While it''s not umon for women and minorities to participate in politics these days, it''s another story for someone like Obama to ascend to the top leadership position.


    Schneider wanted to invest in wine. Coincidentally, both Larsson and Nedv��d shared a passion for wine collecting. So, the yers decided to pool their resources and hire Andrew to help buy a small winery in Bordeaux��a wine-producing region��to store top-tier, investment-worthy wines. Besides these three, Schneider also brought in fellow countrymen Butt and Klose, along with Southgate and Makelele. The seven of them reportedly invested around two million pounds. Klose didn''t have enough money, and Schneider generously lent him some, confident that Klose would earn a million pounds in theing year.


    Initially, Schneider invited Aldrich to invest as well, but Aldrich politely declined. He didn''t want to enter into business rtions outside of football with the yers. Besides, he had kept three million pounds in his ount for expenses and contingencies, while the rest was invested in a financial portfolio managed by Bat''spany.


    On the day Boas reported to the club, Millwall was preparing for their away match. Aldrich had just finished a pre-match press conference when he ran into Boas, dressed sharply in a suit and looking serious.


    "Hello."


    Aldrich shook hands with Boas, who was only a year younger. Boas clearly respected Aldrich, and after shaking his hand, he seemed too nervous to let go.


    Seeing Boas'' embarrassment, Aldrich smiled at their sped hands, prompting Boas to quickly release his grip.


    As they entered Aldrich''s office, he gestured for Boas to take a seat. "Although you were rmended by Bobby, I''m not hiring you just because of him. I hope you can showcase your talents so that I can trust you."


    Boas entered the office and took in theyout. His eyes widened when he spotted a row of five family photos of Millwall on the wall, along with a fresh picture in a frame below, depicting the team beforest season''s Champions League final.


    These images symbolized the history of Aldrich''s era at Millwall, inevitably reminding one of the honors the team had achieved.


    Aldrich poured a ss of water and ced it on the coffee table. Boas sat on a single sofa while Aldrich took a seat on therger one. Without preamble, Aldrich asked, "What role did you hold while working with Bobby?"


    Boas picked up the water ss, then set it down hurriedly, exining, "I was responsible for gathering intelligence, observing opponent yers, analyzing their individual characteristics, team tactics, strengths, weaknesses, and thenpiling this information for the coaching staff."


    Aldrich nodded; it was expected of Boas, who excelled in that role.


    During Mourinho''s sessful tenure at Chelsea, it waster revealed that Boas had produced aprehensive twenty-page intelligence report analyzing opponents, even for lower-tier teams in the Premier League��everyone recognized his dedication to work. Having someone like him on the team assured a higher chance of sess, even if the public usually overlooked such roles.


    Though Aldrich admired Boas'' dedication and capability, he said, "But we already have five people handling intelligence gathering at Millwall."


    He gestured with a hand to signal the other party. When he first took charge of the team, there were only three people in the intelligence department. This small team handled everything from data collection and analysis to presenting findings in the first-team tactical meetings. As the team''s matches increased, they expanded the staff for such work. Now, there are five people dedicated to gathering intelligence, with two of them focused on international data. For instance, when Millwall yed in the Champions Leaguest season, these scouts were present in the stands a month before the match, continuously observing the opponents'' performance, ying style, and tactical characteristics.


    Boas quickly interjected, "I can also help establish a yer database for the team, which is another specialty of mine. This would provide direct assistance during matches if unfamiliar yers are fielded by the opponents."


    Aldrich held up his hands, "But we already have such a database."


    Boas looked stunned. It seemed his strengths weren''t particrly unique at Millwall.


    Many clubs and private coaches already maintained yer databases.


    Boas''s yer database waster noted to be more detailed than any professional institution in the football world. Had he not pursued a coaching career, he could have easily worked for a football-rted organization orpiled data for a video gamepany.


    Aldrich didn''t intend to discourage Boas. Seeing him momentarily speechless, he smiled and asked, "Do you only want to be a scout at Millwall?"


    Boas paused before answering, "No, I want to learn how to be a coach, but I need to contribute first to earn that opportunity."


    Aldrich replied, "In that case, when you join the club, you won''t have to gather intel, but after the clubpiles the information for the first team, you can review it first. If you find any deficiencies or areas for improvement, feel free to suggest them to enhance our intelligence-gathering process. Once you''re familiar with everything, you could also help update the yer database. Finally, during first team training, you can oversee specific training segments."


    Boas took a few seconds to process this, finally saying, "You��you''re hiring me?"


    Aldridge smiled and nodded, and said: "If you want to be a coach, you must start with the simplest coaching tasks as much as possible. If I just let you do what you were good at before, when can you Realize your dream?"


    Boas felt a wave of emotion and quickly promised to excel in all his tasks. Aldrich stood and shook his hand again, giving a feel of mutual encouragement.


    Afterpleting the onboarding paperwork, Boas expressed his desire to apany the team to their away match. Aldrich happily agreed. His enthusiasm to be involved was a positive factor.


    Youth had never been an issue for Millwall.


    In the away game against Coventry, Millwall deployed a new formation, 4-4-2, or 4-4-1-1.


    Aldrich had to alter the team''s setup due to a distressing report from the medical staff.


    Pirlo was sidelined for three months due to injury, and Larsson was out even longer, for four months.


    That means two key yers are out for at least the first half of the season...


    For their away game, Coventry''s game n was straightforward: defend and counterattack. They had shocked Chelsea in their opening match with a victory, but then suffered an unlucky loss to Nottingham Forest in their second game. Now facing a Millwall side that had just defeated Manchester United, Coventry retreated into a defensive shell, aiming for a draw.


    Their cautious approach was fortuitous, given Millwall''sck of attacking power due to two injured key yers. Coupled with Aldrich''s tactical change, the game saw Lampard and Makelele in central midfield��one as a defensive midfielder and the other as a ymaker. The attack relied on wingers Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer, with Van Nistelrooy and Nedv��d up front, and Nedv��d ying more like a shadow striker.


    While their defense held firm, their offensive y left much to be desired. In a tough match with low efficiency in the final attacking phase, Millwall and Coventry ended the 90 minutes with a goalless draw, each team taking a point.


    Trialing a new formation and tactics invariablyes at apetitive cost; practices are necessary. Weak teams may not expose problems, but against strong opponents, Millwall''s summer changesbined with key injuries would certainly not yield the previous season''s sess with an exuberant 4-3-3 formation.


    Afterpleting their third round of matches earlier than scheduled, Millwall headed to Monaco, while Aldrich first traveled to Switzend for the Champions League group stage draw.


    Simultaneously, Millwall submitted a request to the FA to hire Klinsmann as the team''s assistant coach. However, Klinsmanncked a coaching license, and Millwall hoped the FA would be lenient.


    Klinsmann was quite well-known in the Premier League, and the FA needed more internationally recognized football figures in Ennd, so they didn''t challenge Millwall''s application. Klinsmann could work while pursuing his qualifications, and once he was ready, he could take the exam.


    Before the Champions League group draw took ce, the FA had already approved Millwall''s request.


    This decision frustrated two other clubs in London.


    Tottenham was one. Klinsmann had just left White Hart Lane, only to take up work with Millwall after retiring.


    Arsenal was the second club, with Dein wanting to use Wembley for their Champions League matches. Highbury''s capacity was only 30,000, which met the UEFA Champions League requirements but yielded lower revenues. ying at Wembley would double ticket earnings, and the exposure from holding matches there would greatly enhance the club''s profile. Millwall''s influence rapidly increased, ying European matches at Wembley was a key factor.


    However, the FA rejected Arsenal''s request.


    Wembley had already been lent to Millwall. The rtionship between the two was good; the FA made money, and Millwall profited while also boosting Ennd''s football standing in Europe. Last season, Millwall''s undefeated title win earned substantial points for the Premier League, a noteworthy aplishment.


    If they let Arsenal go on loan, the FA would have to terminate the loan agreement with Millwall, which obviously would not do the FA any good.


    the FA rejected Arsenal''s request simply to avoid unnecessaryplications.

 Chapter 346: Group of Death

    <h4>Chapter 346: Group of Death</h4>


    At the 1998-99 UEFA Champions League group draw ceremony, Aldrich could feel the unmistakable difference in his treatmentpared tost year.


    Last season, in this star-studded environment, he was just a rookie; no one recognized him, and they hadn''t bothered to acknowledge his presence.


    This year, however, things were different. Many unfamiliar faces came over to greet Aldrich, engaging him in friendly small talk. Most of it was just standard pleasantries,cking any real substance.


    As he settled down to wait for the draw to begin, he soon found someone sitting next to him. Turning his head, he was met with a warm smile.


    "Hey, your vice president has been criticizing Millwalltely, iming the FA is giving them special treatment. It''s strange, I''d actually like the FA to give us a little favoritism too��arranging all our Champions League matches after the league games as home games. Yet, over the next three months, we''ve got five away matches after six Champions League game days, while Arsenal has just two. I really don''t get who the FA is favoring here," Aldrich remarked with a teasing grin.


    Wenger offered a faint smile. "Actually, I don''t support Dein''s suggestion. Arsenal ying their home Champions League games at Wembley would severely diminish our home advantage. For Arsenal, returning to the Champions League after so many years, eroding our home advantage further would be unwise."


    Aldrich shrugged. "But my team was also debuting in the Champions Leaguest year."


    "True, but your squad had already got ustomed to Wembley through the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup the previous season. While your home advantage might still be reduced, at least there was an adjustment period in ce."


    Aldrich didn''t argue back; Wenger''s point was valid. They had rented Wembley in preparation for the Champions League.


    "So, what are your ambitions for the new season?" Wenger asked, looking at Aldrich with a smile. "You did say Arsenal wasn''t in any shape to contest on two fronts, and who would consider them favorites in the Champions League?"


    After years away, Arsenal probably wouldn''t even break into the top ten favorites for the title.


    Aldrich shrugged again. "You can''t look at it that way; Millwall wasn''t a favoritest year either."


    Just then, two more figures took seats beside Aldrich, and he turned to see who they were, chuckling to himself.


    One was Hodgson, the coach of Inter Mn, and the other was Ferguson from Manchester United.


    Hodgson, being an Englishman at the helm of a powerhouse like Inter in Italy, had made quite a name for himself.


    After settling down, he warmly exchanged pleasantries with Aldrich, soon transitioning into a discussion where he poured out his frustrations.


    Millwall''s summer transfer window had opened, and all six yers leaving his first team had offers from Inter. The offers were more or less in line with these yers'' market values. Moratti had bombarded Aldrich with calls, but Aldrich had ultimately not sold a single yer to Inter.


    Being both Englishmen, their conversation felt unfiltered.


    "Inter is still looking to buy yers? You''ve got over 30 in your first team! Are you running a football club or assembling an army to conquer the universe? It''s not that I don''t want to sell. I''ve been on friendly terms with Moratti for about three years now, and I agree with all his offers, but the yers don''t want to go to Inter. They outright refused the moves, so there were no negotiations. It really isn''t up to me."


    Aldrich exined, feeling somewhat helpless. yers like Helguera and Capdev wanted to return to Spain; Shevchenko headed to Mn, and Trezeguet went to Juventus. They didn''t see Inter as an attractive option. Gudjohnsen wanted to be a starter, but going to Inter would have meant riding the bench. Back had hesitated but was scared off after ncing at Inter''s first-team lineup and promptly rejected them.


    With just two days left in the transfer window, most clubs had finished their signings, and Hodgson decided to tter Aldrich.


    Aldrich repeatedly insisted he didn''t deserve such praise.


    The heated exchange between the two made both Ferguson and Wenger feel a little ufortable. At that moment, they had the same idea: Hodgson and Aldridge, could you two lower your voices?


    There wasn''t any real business talk between Hodgson and Aldridge; it was more of a back-and-forth of ttery,pliments being exchanged.


    After the ttery, Aldridge smiled at Hodgson. "With such a luxurious lineup - Ronaldo, Dejan, Baggio, Simeone... You won the UEFA Cupst season, but were second only to Juventus in Serie A. What is your goal for the new season?" Per Everyone is looking forward to Inter Mn achieving good results in the European Champions Cup. "


    Hodgson, whose coaching career has been on a steady rise so far, nodded. Although he only took over Inter Mn for the second time this summer, and it has some links to Aldridge, his credentials are solid. He is currently in the stage of pursuing higher heights, so it is inevitable that he will be a littlecent.


    "As long as we''re not put in the group of death, we definitely have the strength to make it to the knockout rounds. After that, it''s all in the luck of the draw."


    Upon hearing this, while Aldrich continued smiling and nodding, both Ferguson and Wenger silently scoffed. Luck? After qualifying for the knockout rounds, which of the top eight teams would be a soft target for you to handle?


    "What about Millwall? Do you have confidence in defending your title this year?" Hodgson asked, returning the question.


    Aldridge replied modestly: "It''s too difficult to defend the title. First of all, Millwall needs to focus on qualifying from the group stage; my team is still in the process of getting used to it."


    At his remark, Ferguson snorted.


    "Fuck!"


    Just a week ago, they had just beaten Manchester United, yet now he was saying the team wasn''t ready?


    Aldrich noticed Ferguson''s reaction and chuckled a couple of times, deciding not to continue the topic.


    As the draw ceremony approached, Johansson continued to rave about European football over the past year. Millwall had been named Best Team of the Year again. To the outside world, they were still seen as the dark horse that had conquered the Champions League��almost a fairytale. They had provided many thrilling matches, with their final showdown against Real Madrid being a ssic contest, so the honor was widely epted.


    Critics might point out that Millwall had only managed third in the Premier League, but they achieved that with the same points as the second-ced team, just a single point behind champions Arsenal. Plus, they also secured the League Cup. Their performance against other top teams gave them solid ground for receiving the award.


    With two consecutive years of European championship wins and an unbeaten record over that span, Millwall was seeded.


    During the group draw, Millwall was drawn as the first seed, waiting for other teams to join them in the group.


    In the draw for the groups, Millwall was the first team pulled from the top pot, awaiting the arrival of their opponents.


    The second team in his group came out, and many eyes turned toward Aldrich��not just to see him, but Hodgson as well!


    Inter Mn!


    Hodgson remained stone-faced, as if he couldn''t believe what he was hearing.


    Aldrich, however, appeared visibly awkward...


    "Damn it!" Just a moment ago, they had been chatting like old friends,plimenting each other and wishing for sess in the Champions League.


    Wasn''t this nonsensical?


    Six groups, eight spots��this was setting up for a fierce battle!


    Ferguson and Wenger couldn''t hold it any longer; they both turned their faces away, subtly smiling.


    After epting the reality, Hodgson forced a smile. "Well, second in the group can still advance."


    "Yeah, sure," Aldrich echoed half-heartedly.


    He didn''t want to continue the conversation.


    Sure, a second-ce team could advance. But out of the six second-ce teams, only two would qualify.


    None of them wanted to settle for second and leave their fate to chance.


    The previously spirited exchange between the two had devolved into silence, as they quietly watched the draw ceremony proceed without even ncing at each other.


    Damn UEFA!


    What a conspiracy!


    Aldrich cursed inwardly. He wasn''t underestimating Inter''s strength; rather, the situation was just awkward and frustrating.


    Once the other two opponents in their group were revealed, Aldrich couldn''t hold back and muttered a curse under his breath.


    Seeing Aldrich''s reaction, Hodgson nced at the big screen, rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn''t mistaken, and turned to Ferguson, asking, "Are Inter Mn, Millwall, Austria''s Graz, and Russia''s Spartak Moscow all in the same group?"


    Ferguson looked up and nodded. "That''s right. Congrattions, the draw looks decent. As long as you don''t lose to Millwall, your chances of advancing as group leaders are quite high."


    Hodgson nodded slightly. Aldrich was right next to him; he couldn''t very well start boasting now.


    "How strange!" he thought.


    Graz and Spartak Moscow were definitely seen as easy prey!


    Sure, they might be formidable in their home leagues, but in the Champions League, they seemed like nothing more thanmbs for ughter.


    Wenger also looked confused and whispered: "Did you make a mistake and thought it was another team?"


    Aldrich shot his head up, squinted at the screen, and, sounding disappointed, responded, "I read it right."


    "Not happy?"


    "Not at all."


    "Why not?"


    "Because the team has to y away in Moscow, damn it! Why couldn''t they have put Millwall in a Central or Western European group?"


    Wenger then understood.


    The UK and Russia were nearly the furthest points apart on the European map.


    Although Millwall only had to y one away match, the exhausting journey to Moscow coupled with the fatigue from the game would directly affect their league matches shortly after.


    One league match might not seem significant, but given that Millwall was just a game away from retaining their titlest season, they could have easily turned a loss into a draw or a draw into a victory to sessfully defend their title.


    The disparity in performance between the first and second half ofst season could also be attributed to the long trip to Kyiv��a seemingly small factor that couldn''t be overlooked.


    As the draw ceremony wrapped up, Aldrich quickly let go of his frustration.


    He stood up to shake hands with Wenger, offering congrattions.


    Wenger wore a bitter smile. "My group isn''t easy. Congrattions? I also have to lead my team to Ukraine to face Dynamo Kyiv, deal withst season''s Ligue 1 champions Lens, and encounter an unfamiliar Greek powerhouse in Panathinaikos."


    "Congrats, nheless."


    With that, Aldrich turned to shake Hodgson''s hand quickly. Neither had much to congratte or wish each other, knowing they would soon meet again, where it would be a sh of titans.


    In the end, Aldrich shook hands with Ferguson and congratted him.


    Ferguson''s face was grim as he asked, "Were you doing this on purpose?"


    Aldrich turned to nce at the big screen and wryly replied, "Fine, let''s forget I said anything."


    United had drawn a disastrous fate, facing Bayern Munich, Barcelona, and Br?ndby.


    Aside from the Danish champions who might just be cannon fodder, three football giants would be battling it out. This group was a death zone; the worst part was, the in-fighting between the three juggernauts might leave the second ce contender with a low enough score to fail to make it through...

 Chapter 347: Aldrich’s Bold Provocation

    <h4>Chapter 347: Aldrich''s Bold Provocation</h4>


    After the Champions League group stage draw concluded, Aldrich rushed to Monaco to join his team.


    This year''s UEFA Super Cup hadn''t attracted much attention. Being an all-English affair and, more specifically, a local derby, it was a grudge match between two archrival clubs. However, fans from other leagues or those disinterested in English football didn''t care much about the match.


    At the pre-match press conference, reporters were less concerned about the game itself. Ever since Aldrich took charge of Millwall, his performance in London derbies had been remarkable, with a particrly dominant record against Chelsea.


    Only the Fleet Street journalists were keen to ask Aldrich about his thoughts on Chelsea''s new squad for the season.


    Aldrich wasn''t interested in discussing Chelsea. Every year, someone would bring up how strong Chelsea had be, how much they had spent, and which world-ss yers they had signed.


    The purpose was simple: to fan the mes, making the rivalry between the two clubs even more intense.


    "Chelsea improves every year, that''s true, but I believe there''s still a significant gap between Chelsea and Millwall. A truly powerful team isn''t built by just adding stars��it''s about chemistry and whether the sum is greater than its parts. Sure, Chelsea brought in names familiar to European football fans: World Cup champion Desailly, Ferrer, Laudrup Jr., Casiraghi... But so what? Football matches aren''t a one-on-one showdown across every position. Chelsea''s constant yer turnover��where''s their identity, their tactical tradition, their team spirit? They''re still far behind Millwall."


    The reporters on-site were quite pleased��Aldrich was talking big now!


    It made sense when you thought about it. Aldrich was already a Champions League-winning coach, so what if he looked down on Chelsea? Chelsea didn''t have much to show off about when facing Millwall anyway.


    "Mr. Hall, but Millwall also went through a major squad overhaul this summer."


    "That''s different,pletely different. Millwall has tradition. yers like Van Nistelrooy, Ronaldinho, and Materazzi have been at Millwall for a long time. They know the team well and are stepping into key roles��there''s no issue with them integrating. Chelsea, on the other hand, still needs time to figure things out and build a new squad. Millwall only needs a short adjustment period before we''re back at full strength. Even tomorrow, I don''t expect Chelsea to pose any trouble for us."


    Aldrich''s words excited the reporters.


    That''s the confidence you get after lifting the Champions League trophy!


    Arrogant, perhaps, but no one at the press conference challenged Aldrich.


    After all, he''s a big deal��arguably the hottest young manager in European football��so who cares if he looks down on Chelsea?


    Aldrich''s attitude now bordered on disdain for Chelsea, clearly not considering them a threat.


    As the press conference veered off-topic, no one cared much about the uing match. Millwall''s past dominance made the oue seem predictable, even though Chelsea had improved year by year. The focus shifted to the Champions League group stage draw.


    When asked about Millwall''s group, Aldrich was more restrained. He sighed, "Since the draw was announced, all I''ve heard is talk about Millwall and Inter Mn. Yes, we are two favorites to advance. Inter Mn has a squad full of stars, and Millwall are the defending champions. Even my yers think that if we just beat Inter, qualifying will be a formality. I think that''s a huge mistake. We have six group stage games, and only two are against Inter. Winning both gives us six points, but if we lose or draw the other four games, we could drop four points or more. I''m not saying that Graz or Spartak Moscow are particrly strong��I''d be used of being insincere��but the key to qualifying lies in how Millwall approaches every opponent. If we underestimate Graz and Spartak, even beating Inter might not be enough to see us through."


    Aldrich had indeed noticed signs ofcency within his squad. At breakfast that morning, all the talk at the team table was about Inter Mn, especially Ronaldo. The older yers, who had faced him before, were telling the younger ones how difficult Ronaldo was to mark.


    This wasn''t a good sign.


    In reality, if Millwall wanted to qualify, they just needed to avoid losing to Inter and focus on winning the other four games. This strategy, simr to a game of "Tian Ji''s horse-racing," would guarantee enough points to advance, even if not as group winners. But Aldrich could never tell his yers, "Hey, let''s forget about Inter and focus on bullying the weaker teams for 12 points."


    It might be true, but saying that would destroy their confidence!


    The next day, the UEFA Super Cup was set to take ce. The Louis II Stadium was packed, with UEFA dignitaries and Monaco royalty in the VIP boxes, eagerly awaiting the spectacle.


    Aldrich arrived early and took his seat on the bench, immediately surrounded by photographers.


    Millwall were still defending champions.


    The previous season''s Super Cup had been yed just six months earlier, where they had defeated Borussia Dortmund over two legs to im the title.


    Chelsea''s coach, Gianluca Vialli, now fully transitioned into his managerial role, no longer needed to swap his suit for a jersey. Upon emerging, he briefly shook hands with Aldrich, but the two men exchanged no pleasantries, only a quick arm pat before parting ways.


    Aldrich''s boldments from the previous day had made headlines across major media outlets. Everyone following the Super Cup knew that Aldrich held Chelsea inplete disregard.


    Even though Chelsea''s lineup was impressive,pared to Millwall''s summer overhaul, Aldrich still had no respect for them.


    "The UEFA Super Cup is about to kick off at the Louis II Stadium. Last season''s Champions League winners, Millwall, take onst season''s Cup Winners'' Cup champions, Chelsea. Both teams hail from London, and they share a fierce rivalry. A London derby on the stage of the Super Cup��this is a rare sight in European football."


    As Millwall and Chelsea yers emerged from the tunnel, thementator introduced the starting lineups.


    Millwall''s 4-4-1-1 formation:


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Gronkjaer, Lampard, Mak��l��l��, Ronaldinho.


    Forwards: Van Nistelrooy, Nedv��d.


    Chelsea''s 4-4-2 formation:


    Goalkeeper: De Goey.


    Defenders: Ferrer, Desailly, Leboeuf, Le Saux.


    Midfielders: Petrescu, Di Matteo, Poyet, Wise.


    Forwards: Z, Flo.


    Millwall''s tactical setup for this match wasn''t new��they had used it in the past during their time in the First Division.


    The style was reminiscent of Arsenal''s, relying on solid defense and counterattacks. Arsenal''s 4-4-2 relied on the wings, with Pires and Overmars driving the offense, while Petit and Vieira formed a double pivot in midfield. Bergkamp, both a creator and scorer, partnered with Wrightst season and would be paired with Anelka this season.


    Millwall''s defense relied on a Lampard-Mak��l��l�� double pivot, while their attack featured Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer on the wings. Nedv��d yed as a free man up front, capable of both scoring and creating, his experience and game-reading abilities making him a perfect shadow striker, requiring no special instructions from Aldrich.


    Chelsea, on the other hand, yed a more traditional 4-4-2. Their attack featured the tall-and-fastbo of Flo and Z, and their defense had been strengthened by the French duo of Leboeuf and Desailly.


    As the enthusiastic cheers of the fans echoed through the stadium, the referee blew the whistle to start the match.


    Aldrich remained seated, his expression calm andposed.


    The game started with Chelsea controlling the midfield. The Di Matteo-Poyet pairing had more experience and was technically stronger than Millwall''s Lampard-Mak��l��l�� duo, especially in terms of ball possession.


    Millwall pulled back into a defensive stance, with Chelsea focusing their attacks on the wings.


    Boas, sitting behind Aldrich, leaned forward and asked, "Do you still think Chelsea aren''t strong enough to challenge Millwall?"


    The first ten minutes of the game had Boas on edge��Chelsea''s aggressive offense was putting a lot of pressure on Millwall''s defense.


    Aldrich smiled without saying a word, but Jensen, sitting next to him, turned around and said with a grin, "Do you really believe what he said to the reporters? That was all for Chelsea to hear."


    Boas frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"


    Jensen pointed to the pitch and exined, "Don''t be fooled by Chelsea''s strong start. Millwall''s tactics are designed for this��they need the opposition toe at them."


    Aldrich turned to Jensen with a smile and added, "Provocation works every time."


    Chelsea are star-studded; it''s hard to ignore the fact that Aldridge has already won the Champions League at such a young age, which in itself is enough to make people mad with envy. On top of that, Aldridge continues to sneer at his old nemesis - how can Chelsea ept this?


    Chelsea''s squad also had an average age five years older than Millwall''s lineup.


    Of course, they were going to throw everything at Millwall in an attempt to crush them.


    Boas, still confused, asked, "But we couldn''t even beat Coventry with the same lineup and tactics."


    Aldrich straightened up slightly, leaned back, and casually remarked, "This system isn''t particrly strong when ites to breaking down a defense head-on. Its real power lies in counter-attacks, and for that, you need space. It relies on quick surges down the wings and midfielders makingte runs into the box. Against Coventry, their defense was more static,pressing the space, which stifled our yers'' ability to perform. We still need more time to fine-tune it. But today, against Chelsea, pay close attention �� we''ll have more chances than we did against Coventry. As long as we execute cleanly when transitioning from defense to attack and make urate outlet passes, Chelsea won''t be able to intercept on the first attempt. And once that happens, our counter-attack will quickly overwhelm their backline."


    Boas listened intently, nodding as he kept his eyes fixed on the game.


    Millwall''s defense, after enduring twenty minutes of relentless pressure from Chelsea, had not conceded a goal. This gave the yers a much-needed boost in confidence. With their mindset now moreposed, they defended more calmly, and their counter-attacks became clearer and more precise. Gradually, Millwall found their rhythm and began to feel the flow of their counter-attacking game.

 Chapter 348: Psychological Warfare

    <h4>Chapter 348: Psychological Warfare</h4>


    "Chelsea''s attacking strategy is clear-cut. They exploit the wings whenever possible, and when that fails, they look to the towering Frank Flo up front. If Flo manages to control the ball, he''ll create a screen for Z. In tight spaces, Z definitely has the ability to change the game. However, Millwall''s defense is highly targeted today. Materazzi is effectively marking Flo, excelling in aerial challenges since he''s facing him head-on. If Flo drops back to receive the pass, the attacking pivot for Chelseaes into y. Mak��l��l�� sticks close to Z, disrupting the midfielders'' passes to the forwards, while Lampard and the dropping Nedv��d are tasked with marking Di Matteo and Poyet. After twenty-five minutes into the match, Millwall had established ayered defensive fortress. Even if the one-on-one duels were lost in the midfield, Southgate was there to guard the goal as thest line of defense, and with Butt covering such arge area, Chelsea couldn''t transform their field advantage into goals."


    Chelsea worked tirelessly to maintain possession, ensuring they didn''t lose the ball. This gave the impression that they were in control, especially in their attack, where they hesitated tomit too many yers for fear of being caught on the break by an influx of Millwall yers.


    But the need to y with fewer men in the offense required exceptional individual skills, and Millwall''s personal defensive abilities were equally impressive. Consequently, Chelsea struggled to create real threats.


    After Millwall solidified their defensive stance, the forwards packed in tighter, ramping up their intensity. Then, out of nowhere, at the thirty-minute mark, they erupted with a flurry of activity! This was exactly what Aldrich had nned for.


    In crafting the second generation of The Lions, Aldrich didn''t want to push them into a relentless high-tempo game right from the start. Instead, he wanted to build momentum gradually, hitting the opponent in waves.


    Zambrotta retreated into the box to intercept a clever through ball from Di Matteo to Z. After sessfully winning the ball, he turned slightly and sent a direct pass down the left wing.


    As Ronaldinho received the ball, the Millwall fans in the stands erupted in cheers.


    Right now, Ronaldinho resembled a young Ronaldo during his rise to fame; every time he touched the ball, anticipation filled the air. The fans were eager to witness his magical performances.


    Ronaldinho took possession, swiftly dribbling forward.


    His gaze was unwavering. He was different from the Ronaldinho of history; at the very least, his motivation and ambition were far stronger now.


    He knew there was someone on the sidelines watching him intently��his strict mentor and dear friend, Aldrich.


    Their rtionship at Millwall was unique; during training, Aldrich was like a drill sergeant. His demands were ruthlessly tough, and if Ronaldinho ckened off, Aldrich would immediately pull him aside for a talk. If he repeated the mistake, Aldrich would punish him without hesitation, sometimes even exploding with anger.


    Yet, in daily life, Ronaldinho could turn Aldrich''s apartment upside down, and Aldrich had never shown anger towards him.


    If Ronaldinho felt bored outside of training orpetition, he would invite Aldrich to watch a movie or y video games, and Aldrich never refused. There were often paparazzi capturing the two having a st at the arcade.


    In the depths of his heart, Ronaldinho realized he couldn''t simply bebeled as the next great lion��he needed to prove it! He had to do it! He was set on iming the throne as the new king of The Lions, all for that one person, showing him the strength thaty within!


    As he advanced down the left nk, five meters ahead, Petrescu readied to intercept him. Ronaldinho turned to nce toward the center.


    Shifting from defense to attack, Lampard made a forward run, deliberately positioning himself closer to Ronaldinho, bing a quick receiving point.


    When Ronaldinho took two steps with the ball, his eyes were fixed on Lampard. When Petrescu sensed Ronaldinho''s brief pause, he assumed the pass was destined for Lampard and changed his focus to intercept the pass. But just as Petrescu adjusted his defense, Ronaldinho unexpectedly elerated and surpassed him from the outside!


    Petrescu was burning with rage, realizing he had been taken in!


    As Ronaldinho slipped past him, Petrescu chose to dive in for a tackle. Ronaldinho''s speed overwhelmed him, and though Petrescu clipped his ankle, Ronaldinho regained his bnce after stumbling awkwardly three times. The referee hesitated but ultimately signaled for y to continue.


    Ronaldinho pressed on, now faced with Freyr. He again nced toward the middle, recalling how Petrescu had been tricked before. Freyr lowered his stance, determined not to be fooled.


    But this time, Ronaldinho actually passed the ball. And it was a perfectly executed lofted pass!


    Gronkjaer, who intended to cut inside, found the pass from Ronaldinho was slightly overhit, forcing him to the sideline to retrieve it.


    After passing, Ronaldinho made a forward run into the box. Gronkjaer delivered a horizontal ball that Le Boeuf aimed to intercept, but Nedv��d arrived even quicker from behind, touching the ball and charging through the entire defense. However, the angle was tight inside the box.


    Desailly marked van Nistelrooy closely. As Ruud realized he had to retreat to find space for his shot, Desailly followed him like a shadow.


    Nedv��d managed to release his pass before Le Boeuf could obstruct it. The ball rolled on its way toward Chelsea''s goal, just near the small box line. Desailly could have intercepted it, but he was drawn forward by van Nistelrooy and missed the y entirely.


    The ball rolled into the central zone in front of the goal, and the crowd''s collective breath hitched as their eyes followed the rolling ball, focusing on the back post.


    Ronaldinho and Freyr raced towards the back post, but Ronaldinho had the edge with a powerful cut inside.


    As the ball approached, Freyr collided with Ronaldinho, who tumbled to the ground and executed a shot with the underside of his foot! De Goey, racing from the far side of the goal, was already toote; Ronaldinho''s shot has hit the!


    ""Ronaldinho has assisted Millwall in taking the lead! After long spells of Chelsea pressure, Millwall struck with a swift counterattack driven by the Brazilian. Ronaldinho found himself in the left side of the small box, toe-poking the ball into the thanks to an assist from the Czech yer Nedv��d. Despite the departures of key attackers in the past two seasons, Millwall still has capable strikers in their ranks. It seems that Hols'' dismissive remarks about Chelsea were not mere arrogance!"


    After scoring, Ronaldinho dashed to the sidelines, jumping up in a samba celebration, gracefully waving his right hand from the bottom up toward the sky.


    Except for Chelsea fans, the rest of the audience erupted in apuse, including members of the Monaco royal family in the VIP box.


    Ronaldinho''s individual technique was captivating. The sequence��dribbling past Petrescu , sending a long pass to a teammate, then finishing with a swift strike in less than fifteen seconds��showcased his offensive versatility, infused with vibrant samba vor.


    Aldrich rose from the sidelines, apuding Ronaldinho''s goal, and seeing his signature dance celebration, he thought to himself: Let the world know your name!


    Beside him, the coach and substitute yers erupted in jubtion, while Vis-Boas looked on in disbelief. Once the celebration subsided, he immediately turned to Audric and asked, "Why was his performance so drastically different from thest match?"


    Audric shook his head and said, "It''s not that he performed poorly; it''s that the circumstances were different. Coventry tightened their defense, leaving no space for him to maneuver. The connections between teammates were also quite limited. Without a high level of synergy and positional awareness for passing and movement, the team''s ability to execute a decisive strike just hasn''t reached that transformative level yet. You can look at Chelsea today as an example. When they face a team with an open tactical style, their attacking threat is significant. With Di Matteo orchestrating the y, Poyet charging forward for goals, and Flo acting as a focal point while Z showcases his exceptional individual skills, Chelsea can y a quick passing game or stretch the field with crosses to supply Flo. But all this requires space."


    Boas nodded contemtively, realizing the truth in Aldrich''s words. He had reviewed past Chelsea matches and recognized their attacking threats, yet against Millwall''s defensive counter, they were a stark contrast from those expectations.


    Chelsea had taken down many giants in recent seasons, earning the title of ''giant yers'' by capitalizing on their opponents'' ovemitment to attacking.


    Viiali stood on the sidelines, feeling helpless.


    Chelsea showed a determined spirit today. Aldrich''s pre-match taunts had fired them up, without a doubt. That was Aldrich''s psychological tactic��to provoke Chelsea into an overly aggressive attacking mindset.


    Viiali specifically reminded his yers in the locker room not to fall for it.


    Today, Chelsea disyed a bnced attack and defense. They hesitated to send too many yers forward, as their full-backs were reluctant to push up, fearing the quick Millwall wingers would capitalize. However, in the counterattack, Millwall''s yers excelled individually, with Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer driving through avable spaces, leaving Chelsea''s wing defense vulnerable. With shaky wing stability, the middle opened up. Plus, the speed of the counter allowed hidden attacking points to advance.


    Chelsea''s defense had two new signings this season, Freyr and Desailly, contributing to ack of chemistry.


    Having lost to Coventry 2-1 in the league opener, their defensive issues were exposed, but cohesion took time��pure adjustments wouldn''t yield immediate results.


    Vialli''s biggest headache is that most of these yers have been famous for a long time. How can you expect them to rely on counter-attacking defense as nned when facing a much younger Millwall side?


    Once Millwall scored, it only made things easier.


    Aldrich waved his hand toward the backline, and the yers understood his message: continue to y it safe; don''t get overly confident.


    In today''s Super Cup, Aldrich felt a sense of happiness knowing that Chelsea, a formidable opponent, was there to test the team. While he acknowledged that breaking down apact defense with a counterattacking style in the league can be challenging, his focus was more on preparing for Europeanpetitions. Unlike many league opponents who are satisfied with a draw, in the Champions League, does anyone really give up on qualification? Even a team like Graz, from a lower-tier league, wouldn''t just sit back and aim for a draw at home.


    When the first half ended, Chelsea couldn''t equalize, and as the second halfmenced, Millwall remained steadfast in their defensive counterattacks. Once Ronaldinho attracted focused attention on the left nk, Aldrich instructed him to switch positions with Gronkjaer. After changing sides, Chelsea intensified their marking on the right; however, Gronkjaer thrived on the left wing.


    Using nearly the same tactics, Gronkjaer breezed past Petrescu. Unlike Ronaldinho, who passed when challenging Freyr, Gronkjaer advanced down the wing before cutting back to deliver a cross. Van Nistelrooy, rushing to the near post, was thwarted by De Goey, but he failed to secure the ball, allowing Nedv��d to capitalize and smash in the rebound.


    Millwall triumphed 2-0 over Chelsea at Louis II Stadium, sessfully defending their European Super Cup title!

 Chapter 349: Breaking Ties with the FA

    <h4>Chapter 349: Breaking Ties with the FA</h4>


    After Millwall''s aggregate victory over Dortmund six months ago to im the European Super Cup title, they triumphed again today at the Louis II Stadium, decisively beating Chelsea 2-0. This match reminded everyone of just about six months ago when Vialli, newly appointed at Chelsea, faced off against Hall in the League Cup final. Back then, Hall''s strategy outsmarted Vialli. Today, it was tactical execution that brought down the opponent. Through these two championship battles, Hall showcased outstanding tactical deployment andmand, while Vialli''s efforts appearedcking. But that''s to be expected; Vialli can boast of his achievements as a yer, while Hall can counter with his coaching sesses. Life certainly seems fair that way.


    Millwall raised the European Super Cup once again at the Louis II Stadium. After the game, Aldrich was naturally the center of attention. He had shown disdain for Chelsea before the match, only to dismantle them with a cautious counter-attacking strategy. The turnaround was dramatic, yet the oue was enough for Aldrich to hold his head high in front of the media.


    He directly participated in the post-match interview, surrounded by a swarm of reporters.


    When asked if he felt proud of defeating Chelsea and iming the title again, Aldrich shrugged, "I don''t even know where this pridees from. Is it because of the trophy or because we beat Chelsea? If it''s the former, I can''t say I''m proud, but I am satisfied with the yers'' performance. If it''s thetter, that seems absurd to me��Chelsea isn''t anything remarkable. You keep saying Desailly and Le Saux are better than Southgate and Materazzi, and that Poyet and Di Matteo surpass Lampard and Mak��l��l��. I think that''s the most erroneousparison. Comparing two teams based on yer matchups is meaningless. Southgate isn''t going to face Desailly one-on-one, and Materazzi doesn''t defend against Le Saux. Does it really matter who is better? What''s important is that Southgate and Materazzi neutralized Flo and Z, and Mak��l��l�� and Lampard restricted Poyet and Di Matteo. Meanwhile, Chelsea couldn''t handle Millwall''s attacking yers. Millwall is simply stronger. There''s nothing to argue about, so should I feel proud for defeating a team that''s already weaker than us?"


    Aldrich had grown weary of the media''s constant elevation of Chelsea''s prowess.


    Yes, Chelsea has improved. They''ve certainly made strides, but that doesn''t mean they''ve reached a level worthy of being called a top team.


    Especially when the media, out of boredom, verticallypares the strengths of various teams; such methods seem absurd to him.


    Normally,paring two teams means evaluating the strength of yers across three lines: defense, midfield, and attack��who''s stronger in each position.


    But as a head coach, Aldrich neverpares the strength of teams this way.


    It''s meaningless. When he analyzes the opponent, hisparisons are flipped.


    Midfielders might directly confront each other, which rtes to controlling the center.


    Butparing defenders to defenders, forwards to forwards, what does that have to do with the game?


    He onlypares the opponent''s forwards to his own defenders, and his own forwards to the opponent''s defenders, carefully crafting his strategy.


    If their defenders are slow, he exploits the speed advantage. If their defenders struggle with aerial duels, he ys long balls.


    If their forwards are quick and incisive, he adjusts the defensive positions, assigning Southgate to y deep, intercepting the enemy''s prative runs. If the opponent relies on long passes, the defenders must focus on controlling the area.


    He can honestly admit that the midfieldbination of Makelele and Lampard had no possession advantage against Chelsea. So, he adjusted his tactics and focused on wing y. Millwall''s attack was wide-ranging today, maximizing their strengths and minimizing their weaknesses - this is the key to victory.


    The post-match interview ended on a sour note, with Aldrich criticizing the media, believing their constantparisons disrespected his yers and affected their mood.


    Anyone hearing their performancepared unfavorably to the opponent''s wouldn''t be pleased!


    But if they won the match, it only made the yers happier.


    After the awards ceremony, Millwall celebrated quietly before many yers left for their national teams for FIFA international fixtures.


    Aldrich took the remaining few yers back to London.


    The next league match wouldn''t be held for another ten days.


    Except for the main yers of the national team such as Nedved and Southgate, most of the young starters either sit on the bench of the national team or are called up to the lower-level national teams. Aldrich didn''t object. He believes ying for the U23 or U21 internationals would help their development, although it could impact Millwall''s uing league fixtures (the so-called FIFA virus).


    Back in London, Aldrich''s routine resumed. He went for morning runs with Yvonne and spent the day working.


    Just as national team matches were heating up, he received a dinner invitation from FA official Weissman.


    That evening, the Ritz hotel buzzed with influential guestsing and going, a bustling hub of activity.


    Aldrich arrived in a brand new Audi. His old BMW had seen better days and frequently required maintenance, so he opted for a new car from the team''s sponsor during summer��advertising was a normal part of the deal.


    Guided by a waiter, Aldrich entered the private room, where Weissman and CEO Kelly awaited him eagerly. As Aldrich walked in, they both stood to greet him.


    "Congrattions! Another trophy for Millwall''s honor cab. Aldrich, your speed in collecting trophies is faster than a rocket! Hahaha."


    Weissman''s opening line surprised Aldrich.


    That was quite an obvious ttery.


    Strangely, this felt unusual.


    Previously, their interactions had a more equal tone, or Weissman, owing to his seniority, would speak to Aldrich in a grandfatherly way.


    Aldrich had never minded that, given Weissman''s position in the FA. But many in the football world eyed that spot enviously, vying for higher positions within the FA.


    So dealing with people like him, Aldrich yed along, as it didn''t matter much.


    However, today''s demeanor seemed out of the ordinary. Aldrich began to suspect that the dinner might be part of a hidden agenda��something unusual was afoot!


    He humbly responded and took a seat. Kelly was equally enthusiastic, smiling as he handed the menu to Aldrich, who politely declined and turned to order his dinner directly from the waiter. He had visited here often enough to know what he liked.


    In the first half of the dinner, Weissman and Kelly engaged in lively discussion. They reminisced about Aldrich''s journey since bing the head coach over four years ago.


    They recounted trophy after trophy.


    Their words wereced with the memories of witnessing Aldrich''s rise.


    Weissman excitedly talked about his emotions every time Millwall received a domestic award and praised himself for recognizing Aldrich''s potential early on...


    Aldrich simply ate, nodding and smiling, not joining the conversation.


    Once they had exhausted their ttery, Weissman signaled to Kelly, who understood immediately. From his briefcase, he pulled out a document and handed it to Aldrich.


    Aldrich wiped his mouth, thinking, finally, we''re getting to the point.


    He took the document, scanned it, and was confused about its relevance,ying it down and asking, "How does this rte to me or Millwall?"


    Weissman smiled broadly, "It does! The FA invites you to join our team. Isn''t Lion King Stadium ted forpletion in two years? By then, it can be one of the main venues for the 2006 World Cup."


    The 2006 World Cup?


    Yes, the document contained details about the FA''s bid to host the 2006 World Cup.


    Aldrich pondered for a moment and replied, "But I''m the head coach; I don''t have the time."


    "This won''t take much of your time. You are currently popr, with influence in European football, and with your image, representing Ennd as one of the delegation members would benefit you greatly."


    Weissman looked at Aldrich with eager eyes.


    The FA hoped Aldrich could be the face of Ennd''s bid for the 2006 World Cup.


    As Weissman said, it seemed this could only be advantageous for Aldrich, getting further recognition.


    However, this was contingent on Ennd winning the bid.


    Aldrich thought for a moment before shaking his head, "Sorry, I just want to focus on my current job."


    His conclusion was that it was best to decline.


    There were three reasons.


    First, Ennd''s bid for the 2006 World Cup was doomed to fail; Aldrich didn''t want to carry thebel of a failed ambassador.


    Second, it would be morally reprehensible for Ennd to bid now, given their pastmitments.


    This stemmed from the 1996 European Championship, when Aldrich remembered reading detailed analyses of the situation. Ennd sessfully hosted the 1996 Euro because they had a gentleman''s agreement with Germany to withdraw their bid in exchange for support in their 2006 World Cup bid.


    Now, after reaping the benefits of hosting the Euro, Ennd suddenly wanted to bid for the World Cup. This was not only turning their back on Germany but alsopeting against them, which felt incredibly disloyal.


    If Aldrich got involved, while he had no ties to the previous agreements or football politics, the negative repercussions would surely impact him.


    Lastly, Germany was simply too strong!


    In the process of preparing for the 2006 World Cup, Germany received strong support from the political and business circles. The delegation has a majestic lineup, and the whole country spares no effort to support the World Cup, even sacrificing national interests to canvass votes. What price can Britain pay for thepetition?


    Aldridge knew this was a doomed endeavor and he wanted no part of it.


    The World Cup was such a grand,plex undertaking, and no matter how brilliant Aldrich was, he couldn''t turn the tide; Ennd had no foundation for their campaign, which he simply didn''t want to involve himself in.


    However, Weissman and Kelly persistently tried to persuade Aldrich to join Ennd''s bidmittee, but Aldrich remained unyielding. No matter their arguments, he insisted on focusing on coaching his club.


    Ultimately, the dinner ended with Weissman and Kelly leaving in a huff, and Aldrich''s three-year friendly rtionships with Weissman in the FA were abruptly severed.

 Chapter 350: Whistle of Injustice

    <h4>Chapter 350: Whistle of Injustice</h4>


    After leaving the Ritz hotel, Aldrich didn''t head straight home. Instead, he parked his car by the banks of the Thames and stood at the railing, smoking an anxious cigarette.


    Deep down, he felt a surge of irritation.


    Why do these people think he can be manipted?


    The FA wanted him to do something, and as soon as Aldrich refused, they sulked immediately. The world didn''t revolve around him or Weisman. Everyone should stay calm��cooperate when possible, and if not, there''s no need to fall out.


    After finishing a cigarette, Aldrich leaned tiredly against the stone railing, gazing at the undisturbed river surface. If he and Weisman shared the same age, his refusal might not have provoked such a reaction, but at 22, openly rejecting someone��particrly when they''d been kind and eager topliment him��made it hard for Weisman to save face. thinking it over andter giving a private answer might have been smart, but it would have been less awkward than a direct refusal.


    Although the FA''s control over the Premier League isrgely nominal, the league has operated independently since its inception. The Premier League manages itself, even keeping all its revenues without sharing them with the FA. The long-standing tension between the FA and the Premier Leaguemittee stems from the fact that the Premier League''s sess hase at the expense of three lower-tier leagues in Ennd.


    The FA couldn''t manage the Premier League, but conveyed immense power over individual clubs. Over the years, Aldrich had been running his club, navigating diplomacy in addition to internal management. Fleet Street was a megaphone for some major newspapers, which held a special interest in Millwall, portraying a positive image of the club. In return, Millwall would leak inside information to them, fostering a cooperative rtionship.


    To avoid suspicion regarding the FA, Aldrich rarely intervened there; Arthur handled dealings with the Premier Leaguemittee, while Andrew worked on connections with the FA. Though not exactly omnipotent, he had advantageous contacts.


    Now, with his fallout with Weisman, Aldrich worried about the potential impact on Millwall''s rtionship with the FA.


    After enjoying over half an hour gazing at the Thames at night, Aldrich brushed aside his worries and drove home for a shower and some sleep.


    After the FIFA fixtures concluded, the yers returned to training.


    On the training ground, the returning yers spotted a familiar face.


    Klinsmann hadpleted all the necessary formalities and officially joined Millwall.


    Fortunately, Klinsmann''s assistant coaching credentials were resolved before Aldridge fell out with Weisman. Failure to do so may result in furtherplications, but the transaction is neverthelesspleted. The FA will not be foolish enough to retract its decision.


    Klinsmann''s arrival excited the yers. He was a legend on the field, especially the tearful moment of lifting the World Cup in 1990, which left asting impression on this generation.


    Schneider walked up to Klinsmann and smiled: "Do you believe it? We were opponents half a year ago, and now we are the same team!"


    Klinsmann, dressed in sports gear, crossed his arms andughed, "My experience against you guys wasn''t pleasant. Now, if you dare ck off, just wait!"


    He''d yed for Tottenham for a season and a half, scoring an incredible 30 goals in 56 league matches. However, during his first stint at Tottenham, Millwall still sat in the lower division, so they never faced each other. Their matchst season was their only encounter, where Millwall sessfully contained him, handing Tottenham a loss.


    Schneider raised an eyebrow and replied with a grin, "Don''t worry, you won''t have the chance."


    As other yers trickled out, the team began warming up before training. Aldrich pulled Klinsmann aside as he and Jansen briefly outlined the training tasks for the day.


    Having spent nearly two decades as a yer, Klinsmann was no stranger to training, spending over 100 days a year on it. His experience in various leagues and clubs made it second nature.


    However, the difference between training as a yer and coaching yers was significant.


    Aldrich aimed to establish Klinsmann''s coaching persona.


    Klinsmann listened attentively, jotting down key points. He wasn''t trying to assert his own opinions; he simply absorbed Aldrich''s description of tasks and epted his instructions. Once he wasfortable in his new role, he would start sharing his insights. For now, any suggestions he made wouldrgely stem from a yer''s perspective, which wasn''t quite mature.


    With Klinsmann''s involvement, the yers were noticeably more enthusiastic in training. Perhaps deep down, they wanted to show him, "Do you know why we''re strong? Just look at our training attitude and results!"


    During breaks, Klinsmann could share his expertise, providing young yers with match advice and striking techniques.


    After the first day of training, Aldrich invited Klinsmann over for dinner. They strolled to Aldrich''s apartment together with the setting sun, but Klinsmann appeared deep in thought.


    Aldrich shifted his gaze from the stunning sunset and turned to Klinsmann, jokingly asking, "Was my invitation too abrupt?"


    Klinsmann snapped back to reality and shook his head, frowning as he said, "I find Millwall''s training too easy, with a low intensity. Is that the secret? Letting the yers conserve energy during training and unleash it during matches? Is that why the team performs so well?"


    Aldrich chuckled, "Not really. The past couple of days were just an exception; many yers just returned from national duty and were jetgged. If we pushed them too hard, they''d not only be physically drained but mentally resistant as well."


    Klinsmann realized this, self-deprecatingly remarking, "It seems I''ve forgotten everything since retiring."


    "You''ll get back into the groove in a week or two, ha."


    "It won''t take that long. Starting tomorrow, I''ll be Assistant Coach J��rgen Klinsmann."


    ---


    On the weekend, Millwall faced Wimbledon in a London Derby at home.


    As the poorest club in the Premier League, Wimbledon''s strength had diminished despite the lucrative broadcasting contracts;cking their own stadium, many of their better yers had been poached by other teams, leaving behind a crew of blue-cor warriors.


    Aldrich intended to keep it simple; ying clean and tough was essential against this team.


    With a Champions League match the following week, he also decided to give some starters a rest. Ronaldinho and Gronkjaer would sit out, and Aldrich unusually set out a 3-4-3 formation as the starting lineup.


    The defense included Mills, Materazzi, and Neil.


    The midfield was made up of Van der Meyde, Lampard, Gattuso, and Duff.


    Upfront, he had the twin forwards, Van Nistelrooy and Klose, with Nedved lurking behind them.


    Wimbledon is certainly going to y defensively, which has be quite predictable. Over the past few seasons, their approach against Millwall has steadily declined from a fearless attacking style to a hope-for-a-draw mentality, with one constant: their rough-and-tumble style of y.


    As the match kicked off at the Den, Wimbledon employed their ssic strategy��starting with rough tackles to assert dominance.


    When Duff attempted to break down the left nk, he pushed the ball past his defender, only to be knocked off the pitch,nding hard and not getting up again.


    Aldrich had just settled into his seat when he exploded from the bench, shouting at the fourth official, "F**k! That''s not a foul? Is the assistant blind? You gave them a throw-in?"


    Indeed, the assistant referee hadn''t raised his g for a foul, nor had the referee Horne blown the whistle for a Wimbledon foul; instead, they awarded a throw-in to the opposition.


    As Duff had been thrown out of bounds, the game continued uninterrupted. Millwall''s medical team began to circle around, but Aldrich grabbed the medic''s arm and pointed to the pitch, saying, "You can enter from here!"


    Changing direction, the medic hurried onto the field as the referee had to pause the match. The Den erupted with deafening boos directed at Wimbledon and the officials.


    The assistant referee under immense pressure from the crowd, with fans hurling insults at him for being blind.


    The medic assessed Duff''s injury and gestured to Aldrich that a substitution was necessary.


    ring, Aldrich instructed Zambrotta to warm up. A wing-back, Zambrotta was also capable in that position, as he''d made his name as one.


    Duff was carried off the pitch, having twisted his ankle and expected to miss only a short period.


    Aldrich had initially nned to avoid standing on the sideline constantly, fearing it would distract the yers. During the European Super Cup ten days prior, he had almost stayed seated the entire match.


    But today''s game was feeling a bit off.


    Very off!


    Wimbledon''s rough start went unpunished, setting a concerning precedent for the match. Their yers frequentlymitted aggressive fouls to stifle Millwall''s attacks; every time a Millwall yer came within a meter, they would be immediately hacked down without hesitation.


    Some fouls were called, while others were ignored; astonishingly, not a single yellow card had been shown.


    After thirty minutes of watching the game unfold from the sidelines, Aldrich shook his head and issued new instructions: forget about short passes��hit long balls instead!


    This shift rendered the match somewhat dull, with spectators watching the ball soar through the air, rarely witnessing any exciting moments.


    Just before halftime, Klose controlled the ball with his chest in the box andid it off to Van Nistelrooy, who, surrounded by three defenders, poked the ball home into the bottom corner. Just as Van Nistelrooy prepared to celebrate, the referee waved the goal off, signaling for a handball during Klose''s control.


    Aldrich''s expression mirrored that of nearly 20,000 spectators��shock and disbelief.


    Though Klose''s arms were raised during the chest control, they remained by his sides. From a sidelong view, it could appear dubious; however, from the front, it was clear the ball hadn''t touched his arms at all. The referee couldn''t have moved to the side for a better angle, as he was near the center, and even at an angle, he wouldn''t miss by much, being no more than five meters away from Klose. How could he call a handball?


    Once the referee''s decision was announced, Audrich knew it��he understoodpletely.


    "Wiseman, what a small-minded y!"


    Was this a threat or retaliation? Were you trying to force my hand or provoke a conflict?


    It was truly contemptible.

 Chapter 351: Rising Against FA Tyranny

    <h4>Chapter 351: Rising Against FA Tyranny</h4>


    At halftime, boos echoed through The Den as Aldrich waited by the sidelines for the referees toe off the pitch. He approached the main referee, Horn, trying to convey his thoughts.


    But Horn wouldn''t budge, ignoring Aldrichpletely. No matter what Aldrich shouted, Horn marched straight ahead, ball in hand, without a nce.


    Aldrich felt a fire brewing inside him. There was nothing to be said in the locker room, so he focused on boosting the yers'' morale, reminding them not to let the referee''s calls affect their concentration on the game.


    Tactically, there was little to adjust. Millwall had dominated the first half, pressing relentlessly. Had it not been for a disallowed goal, they would have already been in the lead.


    As the second half began, Aldrich stood cold-faced on the sidelines, hands in pockets. It was clear to anyone watching that he was furious, directing his anger at the officiating crew.


    "The refereeing today has been far too lenient, clearly favoring Wimbledon. Given that Hall had a goal disallowed, it''s only reasonable for him to express discontent with the officiating. Horn is officiating his first Premier League match today; perhaps he feels nervous or wants the game to flow smoothly without too many interruptions, but he has clearly failed to achieve that. It''s quite baffling why an inexperienced referee without Premier League background was assigned to oversee this fixture. Millwall is a title contender, and the FA should ensure that their matches are officiated fairly, with top referees guaranteeing this standard."


    Even thementators were struggling to defend Horn.


    His abilities were patently inadequate.


    Logically, referees without Premier League experience typically ascend to officiate at the top level by gaining experience in less high-profile matches. Whenever there''s a game involving title contenders, it''s standard practice to assign referees who are well-acquainted with the demands of such crucial fixtures.


    Millwall''s yers seemed to hesitate in the second half.


    Van der Meyde barely dared to take the ball, choosing instead to pass it whenever he had the chance. Normally, he doesn''t shy away from a fair fight, but today the aggression of the opposing yers was worrying. The referee''s failure to control Wimbledon''s unbridled violence led to a series of fouls beyond the normal range, leaving the yers worried about their safety. Perhaps only Nedved was unaffected; everyone else was understandably cautious. After all, Wimbledon is a notorious team whose rough tactics once brought Liverpool to tears.


    Consequently, Millwall''s aerial approach became even more pronounced. They not only crossed the ball from the nks but also yed long balls from deep.


    In the 63rd minute, Zambrotta crossed from the left. The ball found the perfect spot as Van Nistelrooy prepared to leap for a header, only to be shoved to the ground by a Wimbledon defender.


    The fans at The Den rose collectively, arms raised, shouting, "Foul! Penalty!"


    Referee Horn crossed his arms in front of him, signaling no foul.


    Aldridge had a mocking smile on his face. He knew that protesting would not change anything, but Klinsmann obviously disagreed. The new assistant coach angrily walked up to the fourth official and raised a finger at the opposing yers. ''The way you refereeed today is rubbish! Rubbish! You don''t deserve to wear a referee uniform!


    The "men in ck" were irked. The main referee halted the match and marched over to Klinsmann, brandishing a red card. Klinsmann, still agitated, attempted to debate with Horn, but Aldrich intervened, guiding him back.


    Klinsmann shot nces back at the referee as the fans in the stands apuded him.


    It was undeniable; his outburst had quickly earned him the crowd''s support.


    Amidst the jeers, Aldrich pped his hands mockingly at the officiating crew.


    Horn hesitated for a moment, evidently reconsidering throwing Aldrich out as well.


    After all, this was The Den �C Millwall''s home ground. Did Horn really want to bebeled as the one who ruined a home game?


    As the match resumed, Horn eventually unveiled cards for the Wimbledon yers in response to the unending boos but only with less than half an hour remaining. The booking of Wimbledon yers didn''t matter now; the game became a series of interruptions, with Wimbledon deliberately wasting time while the score remained 0-0.


    As the clock ticked down to the final fifteen minutes, Aldrich called for Materazzi to press forward.


    But with Wimbledon parking the bus, their defensive line held firm. Any time danger loomed, they fouled and slowed the game. Once the defensive ranks were solidified, Millwall could only hope for set-piece opportunities.


    When regr time concluded, the fourth official signaled four minutes of stoppage time.


    Aldrich shook his head and smiled bitterly.


    Although Wimbledon had many timeouts and substitutions, in the end, the referee only gave both sides four minutes of stoppage time.


    "However, in the dying moments of stoppage time, Nedved showcased his individual brilliance, skillfully weaving past two defenders just outside the box. Just as he was about to be brought down by a third opponent, he expertly nudged the ball into the area for Klose. Klose, having stayed onside, pounced on the pass and was about to unleash a shot when the referee, Horn, blew his whistle."


    Klose ignored the whistle and unleashed a strike that found the.


    Horn, however, pointed outside the box, signaling for a direct free kick to Millwall.


    Nedved stood up hurriedly and shouted to the referee in disbelief: "This should be considered an offensive advantage! We scored a goal!"


    Horn replied sternly, "But I blew the whistle first."


    Millwall''s yers all surrounded Horn, who, under this "attack," brandished three yellow cards and one red card, sending Materazzi off for foulnguage.


    Aldrich remained expressionless on the sidelines.


    Once the game resumed, Lampard''s free kick sailed over the bar as Horn blew the final whistle, signaling the end of the match.


    Lampard rushed toward Horn, bewildered, saying, "Four minutes of stoppage time! Their foul was two minutes in; there should be at least two minutes left!"


    Horn ignored the uproar from the yers and crowd. He calmly picked up the ball and gestured for his fellow officials to leave the field together.


    Aldrich turned and headed into the yers'' tunnel.


    The Den erupted with boos, and a bizarre scene unfolded.


    Arthur, the club''s overweight figure, sprinted from the VIP area straight onto the pitch.


    Staff nearby may have realised what the club president was thinking - he was known for his short temper. They rushed forward to stop the angry Arthur. He broke free from the two men, freed his arms from his suit and rushed forward.


    When he was just three meters away from Horn, the others caught up, trying to restrain him. Yet, even with three people holding him back, Arthur continued to push forward, unleashing a torrent of rage at the officiating team.


    ''This is outright robbery! You''re helping Wimbledon steal from us! Football criminals! A disgrace! Come here��I''ll make you regret this!''


    He finally stopped moving forward only after six men managed to subdue him. He red at the officials as they retreated into the distance, his anger evident in his words.


    As the officiating crew reached the yers'' tunnel, security stood guard to prevent outraged fans from rushing in. Yet nearby fans hurled lighters, coins, and random objects at the officials.


    Eventually, the referees exited amid chaos, heads down to avoid projectiles...


    Five years ago, if we had witnessed such a scene at The Den, it wouldn''t have seemed surprising. Yet at this moment, it felt rare yet justified. Millwall felt they had been treated unfairly, and the fans were responding as any reasonable person would when faced with injustice. The match had concluded with Millwall drawing 0-0 against Wimbledon, and hopefully, today''s events wouldn''t impact their future matches.


    After the game, reporters flocked to the press conference at Fleet Street. While Millwall''s sh with Wimbledon attracted negligible attentionpared to the simultaneous London derby between Chelsea and Arsenal, reporters who had been at Stamford Bridge were now rushing to The Den.


    Aldrich spent a long time calming his yers in the locker room post-match. He needed them to face the situation calmly; anger wouldn''t help, and it would cloud their judgment.


    When he finally appeared at the press conference, the seats were packed, with many reporters standing in the aisles.


    Aldrich sat down, maintaining a neutral expression, and took a couple of sips of water from the bottle in front of him.


    Richard, eager as ever, cut to the chase: "Mr. Hall, what do you make of today''s match?"


    Aldrich, his expressionposed, replied coolly, "The opposition was too strong; we struggled to scrape a draw."


    The journalists gaped in surprise.


    Richard exaggeratedly responded, "Don''t you have any thoughts on the officiating?"


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, as though genuinely confused, and retorted, "Was there a referee today? I didn''t see one. From start to finish, it felt like we were ying with just ten men against Wimbledon''s twelve. Thank goodness we didn''t lose."


    Realization dawned on the reporters, their excitement rekindled at Aldrich''s words.


    This was the response they were waiting for!


    But no matter how much they sought to provoke him, Aldrich maintained that Millwall was always at a disadvantage, and the absence of apetent referee made the game''s events both justified and rational.


    Aldrich''s calm sarcasm and the controversial calls made the match a talking point in the aftermath.


    Millwall did not lodge aint against the referee, and the FA surely wouldn''t investigate anything.


    However, the FA was quick to hand out penalties.


    Aldrich received a five-match ban and a ��100,000 fine for his post-matchments.


    Klinsmann was banned for three matches and fined ��30,000.


    Materazzi''s red card resulted in a two-match suspension and a fine of ��5,000.


    Club chairman Arthur faces a ten-match ban for threatening behaviour towards a referee.


    Meanwhile, following the chaos at The Den, where fans attacked the officiating crew, the FAunched a safety investigation with penalties to be announced after the oues were revealed. During the investigation, parts of The Den would be closed off to spectators.


    FA''s Wiseman also publicly stated that, given the chaos created by Millwall fans, the FA was reconsidering whether to continue renting out Wembley, a national image stadium, to Millwall.


    Millwall''s response was notably subdued. They neither appealed nor dyed the payment of fines.


    That night, Aldrich met Andrew in a park on the outskirts of East London. They talked untilte before returning home.


    This incident sparked a heated reaction across the entire Premier League, with the league looking for leverage amidst its power struggles.


    The Professional Game Match Officials Ltd. (PGMOL), responsible for regting the refereeing body, consisted of representatives from the FA, the Premier League, and the Premier League Committee, all rife with jockeying for power and internal conflict.


    Now, the Premier League saw this as a chance to expand its influence, with Millwall''s match providing them a perfect opportunity to push back against the FA.

 Chapter 352: Revolt Against Injustice

    <h4>Chapter 352: Revolt Against Injustice</h4>


    Recently, English football has been buzzing with excitement. The soap opera of Manchester United''s change of ownership is still unfolding. Fans of the Red Devils are protesting fervently, making their discontent known throughout the city, while Murdoch''s acquisition appears to be nearingpletion, rumored to be around ��620 million.


    Although Manchester United supporters have long railed against Edwards, convinced that his crimes against the club are beyond forgiveness, their call for his ousting pales inparison to their horror at the idea of their English institution being turned into an American private property.


    In an attempt to soothe the fans, the official Manchester United announcement imed that the new owner would maintain the club''s traditions, hoping for a rational eptance of the reality and a smooth transition of ownership.


    Everything seemed set in stone for the arrival of a new owner. However, the UK government suddenly intervened, with the Competition and Markets Authority halting the final steps of the transaction on the grounds of reviewing it.


    Murdoch has substantial businesses in the UK. Had he not, he could have confidently moved forward with the purchase. But with government intervention, he began to exhibit hesitation.


    Just as one storm calmed, another loomed.


    The match between Millwall and Wimbledon stirred up a significant controversy post-game. The FA pped hefty penalties on Millwall, but surprisingly, the most notable response didn''te from them. Millwall appeared to be the scapegoat, epting the FA''s punishment without protest.


    Nheless, within the FA, strong opposition emerged.


    Few would have guessed that Aldridge and Weissman would go from friends to enemies over the course of a meal. Ironically, it was Weissman''s political opponents in the football world who preempted the attack, iming that Millwall had suffered a heavy loss. He described the game as a disaster and elevated it to a crisis for the whole of Ennd - a catastrophe of epic proportions.


    This approach is simr to that of the Premier League, which takes advantage of the situation and exaggerates it to attack itspetitors.


    The Referee Committee even publicly apologized to Millwall, explicitly admitting that the officiating had been subpar, harming Millwall''s pitch interests.


    When Weissman remarked on the FA reconsidering the lease of Wembley to Millwall, Aldrich was already on a journey to Italy with his team.


    In Mn, before the Champions League press conference officially began, Aldrich sat in the audience with David Miller, who wanted to conduct a brief interview. Aldrich did not decline.


    "Was thest league match a major blow to you?"


    "Not exactly. But sometimes, such things happen in football. Some errors are true mistakes; others are calcted."


    David Miller frowned. "Are you suggesting Horn deliberately hindered Millwall''s chances of victory?"


    "I''m not sure, but anyone who saw that match has their own way of judging. I genuinely admire Horn, I really do. As a referee, he called off two of our goals and overlooked a penalty for us. Ha, if it were another referee who made just one of those errors, they''d lose sleep for weeks. Yet he can handle the pressure from the public; his inner fortitude is something I respect. I''m not being sarcastic; I''m being honest."


    Aldrich''s words reflected his sincerity. Some people are destined to be pawns used for others'' gain. But to be an effective pawn is not simple.


    David Miller sighed. "I heard the Referee Committee has stripped Horn of his Premier League officiating qualifications. Without any new opportunities, he likely won''t officiate in the Premier League or important cup matches again."


    Aldridge thought to himself: "Horn has lost his value and will naturally be thrown away like garbage."


    "Have you heard Weissman''s statement regarding the FA?"


    "About Wembley? Yes, I heard. It''s no big deal. Millwall is just a lessee. The FA has the authority to grant or deny the lease. But even if they decided not to lease it, it would have to wait until next season."


    "Don''t you worry? Millwall''s new stadium might not be ready next season. If you''re still in the Champions League, where will you y? Upgrade The Den''s specifications at a high cost to meet UEFA''s requirements?"


    After a moment''s thought, Aldrich smiled. "I don''t know yet. We haven''t reached that point, and there''s no need to think about the future now. If the FA doesn''t lease us the stadium, there won''t be major changes at The Den, especially since we''re aiming to move into a new stadium in 2000."


    Miller hesitated before tentatively asking, "Aren''t you friends with Weissman? Why would he bring this up now?"


    Aldrich nodded, "Yes, we''re friends, and our rtionship has always been good. But work is work, and friendships are friendships. Wembley doesn''t belong to Weissman; it belongs to the FA and Ennd. Given Arsenal''s interest in renting Wembley as well, the FA might be considering rental ie, which I think is normal. If I were Weissman, I''d also contemte Arsenal''s offer to see if it can generate more revenue for the FA. Everyone knows the FA has been struggling financially."


    David Miller looked at Aldrich with deep contemtion, noticing that he appeared unfazed. He dismissed his earlier thought.


    In that instant, a realization struck him: Aldrich''s words carried hidden implications.


    It was true that everyone knew the FA''s financial difficulties. Since the Premier League broke away from the FA''s control, its revenue had been plummeting. Once dependent on the lower leagues for survival, the reconstitution of the Premier League had sacrificed the interests of those below it. The FA had gone from a stable situation to financial hardship.


    Though people in the English football circle were aware, Aldrich suddenly bringing up the FA''s financial issues��especially amid an internal power struggle��felt like he was exposing Weissman''s vulnerabilities.


    Miller considered this, pondering whether Aldrich''s youth andck of experience had led to his bluntness. Otherwise, such a sensitive issue shouldn''t have been discussed so openly.


    Soon after, other journalists arrived. Aldrich returned to the podium. He had arrived early today and spent some extra time chatting with Miller. After epting a brief interview, the official Champions League press conferencemenced.


    Everyone was aware of Millwall''s severe penalties in the Premier League, but hardly anyone cared. What they were all looking forward to was tomorrow''s match��Millwall facing Inter Mn away.


    The number one newspaper in Europe is "Gazzetta dello Sport." Gian Carlo has been following the Premier League this season and was thrilled to see Millwall visit Italy for a Champions League match again.


    Here, it felt like home. Aldrich also gave him face, prioritizing his questions.


    "As the defending champions, what''s your goal for the first group stage match?"


    Without hesitation, Aldrich replied, "Of course, to win! I have wonderful memories in Italy. Inter Mn is incredibly strong; they boast some of the world''s best strikers, not to mention geniuses like Baggio and Djorkaeff. Millwall thrives on formidable opponents; defeating them brings us unique satisfaction."


    Many reporters from Italy were present, and upon hearing Aldrich''s words, they deemed him presumptuous.


    True, Millwall was the defending champion, yet whenparing the two teams, Inter Mn boasted equal��if not superior��starting strength and team depth.


    Gian Carlo smiled slightly and said, "Is this your psychological warfare? You want Inter Mn to hear your ims, provoking them to attack more fiercely at Meazza, allowing your team to exploit speed and counterattack, securing an easy win?"


    In Italy, where tactical understanding reigns supreme, it''s undeniable that their journalists are more knowledgeable than those from other countries.


    This isn''t to say other journalists hadn''t considered this aspect, but none had arrived at it so quickly; moreover, they didn''t know Aldrich as well as Gian Carlo did.


    Aldrich, even when facing direct exposure of his strategies, maintained a calm and indifferent smile.


    "Psychological warfare? Haha, on the contrary, doesn''t Inter Mn have to y aggressively at Meazza? Knowing they''re up against a young Millwall, would they y conservatively? Mr. Gian Carlo, I''m merely stating the facts; I can''t say that Millwall is satisfied with merely achieving a draw away. We are the defending champions."


    Gian Carlo countered, smiling, "Even with Millwall''s squad intact, you still firmly insist your team must win tomorrow?"


    "I seldom issue ultimatums demanding my team must win or iming any specific title. My expectations for yers vary. Some can achieve 90 percent, but during the game, may only manage 60 percent. Even if we win, I would be unsatisfied. So for tomorrow''s match, I''ll just ask the yers to elevate their performance slightly above normal. As for victory, I believe if they meet my expectations, the result will align with our desires."


    Aldrich spoke confidently and at ease, but then a reporter asked a question that left him feeling helpless.


    "After the departure of former Inter coach Simeone, he stated that your suggestion to Moratti about inviting Hodgson to coach again was a reason for his dismissal. Is that true?"


    Aldrich sighed internally.


    He felt innocent.


    Moratti had invested heavily over several years yet couldn''t grasp the desired league title; even though Simeone had led the team to win the UEFA Cupst season, Moratti remained unsatisfied. Meanwhile, Millwall had ascended to the top of Europe, and for some reason, Moratti increasingly believed English coaches were superior. Thus, he remembered Hodgson, who had previously coached Inter.


    To be honest, when Hodgson first took over, he had fewer resources than he does now, but he still led Inter Mn to third ce in the league and runner-up in the UEFA Cup, only losing on penalties. With this in mind, Moratti believes that if Hodgson returns to coach the current team, his achievements will surpass Simeone.


    Hence, Moratti contacted Aldrich for his opinion. Aldrich found it strange why he was being asked and couldn''t say Hodgson wasn''t suitable. He could only align with Moratti''s thoughts. Ultimately, Moratti decisively brought Hodgson back in the summer, which led to warm exchanges during the Champions League draw...


    "The choice of coach for Inter Mn has nothing to do with me."


    Aldrich had to be evasive in front of the media.


    Speak less, say less, and keep things simple.

 Chapter 353: Ronaldinho’s Frustration

    <h4>Chapter 353: Ronaldinho��s Frustration</h4>


    On the night of the match, the Meazza Stadium was packed to the brim.


    The Serie A season had started a bitte, and Inter Mn had just wrapped up a league match, clinching a narrow 1-0 victory against Cagliari. This was Roy Hodgson''s debut in his second stint, and it had begun with a win.


    Before the match kicked off, Aldrich exchanged a few words with Hodgson at the sidelines; however, the atmosphere was noticeably less vibrant than it had been before the draw results were announced.


    The worry etched on Hodgson''s face was evident��a solemn expression that suggested he was attending a funeral rather than preparing for a match. If Aldrich bore any resentment towards him, he might have thought to himself, "That face looks like someone who just walked away from a cemetery."


    Dressed in a suit, Aldrich sat down, quietly awaiting the start of the match.


    The yers from both teams began to enter the field.


    "The first matchday of the 9899 UEFA Champions League is about to begin. The earlier match today can be considered the inaugural game of the new season. The defending champions, Millwall, are visiting the Serie A runners-up, Inter Mn. Such a high-stakes sh certainly raises expectations for this football feast. Unfortunately, today''s Millwall is a vastly different team from the one that won the Champions League four months ago in Amsterdam, as there are fewer than five yers from that final listed in the starting lineup.


    Millwall''s starting lineup is in a 4-2-3-1 formation.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Double pivot: Lampard, Mak��l��l��.


    Midfielders: Gronkjaer, Nedv��d, Ronaldinho.


    Forwards: Van Nistelrooy.


    Aldrich had spent four years building a championship team, only to see it dismantled by European giants over the summer. Now, he was set to lead a new generation of young talent on a fresh journey. Fortunately, yers like Southgate and Nedv��d remained as pirs of the team.


    Inter Mn''s lineup today was a 4-4-2.


    Goalkeeper: Pagliuca.


    Defenders: Zti, Bergomi, West, Gnte.


    Midfielders: Simeone, Cauet, Djorkaeff, Baggio.


    Forwards: Ronaldo, Zamorano.


    During his first tenure with Inter, Hodgson managed to pull the club from the brink of relegation to a seventh-ce finish in his first season. In his second season, they secured third ce in the league and were runners-up in the UEFA Cup. Now back for his second stint at Inter, he had begun the season with a victory, but even ying at home, facing the new generation of Millwall''s youth, the English manager would not have felt at ease. It was a strange feeling; despite Millwall losing so many key yers, you couldn''t underestimate them. This young team had beaten the mighty Manchester United in the league. What kind of match would both teams deliver to the fans today? Well, the game was about to begin, and Inter Mn would kick off first."


    With the referee''s whistle, the matchmenced. Inter Mn started strong, with Djorkaeff and Baggio executing a quick give-and-go through the midfield. Baggio then disyed his individual skill to maneuver past Lampard and delivered a short pass to Ronaldo. The alien skated across the edge of the box, creating space for a shot. With a thud, the ball struck the exterior of the post and went wide.


    "Inter Mn almost took the lead! Ronaldo''s shot was just inches away from scoring; if it had gone in, it would have broken the record for the fastest goal in Champions League history! That only took 12 seconds!"


    Aldrich''s heart raced for a moment; thankfully, Ronaldo''s effort missed, or the match would have be problematic.


    Lampard is still young and seldom encounters opponents with such superb skills in the Premier League. It was also the first time he met Baggio. Coupled with the pressure of ying away from home, he was easily broken through by Baggio. The scene was horrible, reminding people of a world boxing champion quickly knocking down an inexperienced novice in the boxing ring.


    So, what was the strongest aspect of Inter Mn''s lineup? Undoubtedly, their offense.


    On the front line, they had the alien Ronaldo and the terrifying Iv��n Zamorano.


    How strong was Baggio''s individual skill? He was a deity shining on the grandest stage of football, the World Cup.


    Djorkaeff was another star emerging from Wenger''s early days at Monaco.


    Cauet was also familiar to Millwall, having been a starting yer for Paris Saint-Germain during the UEFA Cup semifinals two years ago.


    The Argentine international, Simeone, was a formidable defensive midfielder.


    Looking solely at Inter Mn''s midfield and forward lines, one could easily see a clear issue: a strong offense but a rtively weak defense.


    Especially behind the front line, Baggio and Djorkaeff were both yers capable of ying as forwards.


    The strongest defensive midfielder was Simeone, followed by Cauet, and after that, the remaining four forwards hardly mattered inparison.


    As for the opposing defense, Zti truly was still a young talent, and Bergomi was nearing retirement; these were weak links in their defense, and that was exactly the tactical approach Aldrich had chosen to exploit with Ronaldinho on the left nk.


    Gronkjaer on the right was just a decoy, using his individual skills to attract the opposition''s attention while ensuring the ball could be quickly shifted over to the left.


    Today, Nedv��d would be matched against Simeone, each in their respective roles of offense and defense, and they were evenly matched.


    Fifteen minutes had passed, and Millwall initially focused on stabilizing their rhythm to adapt to the match.


    Once the first fifteen minutes were over, Millwall began to build their attacks, but they were swiftly countered by Inter Mn.


    Simeone intercepted Nedv��d''s attempt to pass to Gronkjaer. The pass from Gronkjaer was less than ideal, a risky one, and Nedv��d audaciously attempted to reach it but couldn''t get a touch.


    As Simeone intercepted the ball, he immediately sent it forward to Djorkaeff, who turned and passed to Baggio. Baggio continued to challenge Lampard, who fell back step by step. Baggio faked a move, passing to Djorkaeff instead ofpeting with his national teammate Mak��l��l��, sliding the ball diagonally to Zamorano, who had his back to Southgate. After receiving the pass, Zamoranoid it back to the onrushing Baggio. Baggio then passed it to Ronaldo.


    The series of quick andplex passes was dazzling. Ronaldo received the ball, used two quick feints to fool Materazzi, and then faced Bute one-on-one. The alien striker suddenly shot in a sh, and it was hard to tell whether it was a feint or a real shot! When the ball slowly entered the, Bute did not even try to save it because it did not look like a shot at all - Ronaldo almost just touched the ball with the tip of his shoe; it was as if he did not even need to swing his leg.


    "Goal! Inter Mn has taken the lead at home, and the scorer is the alien Ronaldo! What a spectacr goal! Inter Mn sent the ball through a series of beautiful tight passes to Ronaldo, who used his individual skill to ovee both Materazzi and Butt."


    Ronaldo stretched his arms wide as he ran to the sidelines to celebrate, and his teammates engulfed him.


    Aldrich moved to the sideline and signaled to Schneider, and when Schneider approached, Aldrich advised him on further adjustments.


    Inter Mn hadpletely abandoned the nks today!


    They were focused on attacking through the middle, and it was proving effective.


    Describing their formation as a 4-4-2 would be more urate if termed a 4-2-2-2.


    Hodgson had likely studied Millwall''s recent form; although Lampard''s defense was stronger than Pirlo''s, when not able to dominate the midfield, it left them vulnerable to more tests. Especially with Millwall''s tactic, it was crucial for the wide yers to track back during defense.


    Aldrich''s adjustment involved narrowing the two full-backs into the penalty area. Schneider was to cover for Ronaldo''s sessful attempts to maneuver past defenders or intercept passes meant for Baggio.


    The Inter Mn fans at Meazza were ecstatic, thrilled to be back at the pinnacle of European club football after a nine-year absence. Inter Mn''s start was simply wonderful!


    After making some adjustments, Aldrich noticed that Millwall''s central defense had strengthened, but their attacking performance left him furrowing his brow.


    He underestimated his enemy!


    Before the match, he thought Ronaldinho would have the edge against Zti, but in reality, Zti was delivering an exceptionally effective defensive performance against Ronaldinho today.


    Having spent three seasons as a starter at Inter, Zti had honed his skills in Serie A, and facing countless talented offensive yers, while he hadn''t perfected his defense, had reached a very high level.


    Ronaldinho seemed to be at odds with Zti. After failing to break through Zti twice in a row, he was determined to get past Zti at all costs.


    This single-minded attitude greatly weakened Ronaldinho''s influence!


    The most critical quality for a defensive yer is anticipation, while it is about change for an attacking yer. Once Ronaldinho lost his unpredictable spark, it was clear to Zti how to counter him; the oue of their battle was easy to foresee.


    Eight minutes after conceding that first goal, Ronaldinho attempted an inward dribble but was thwarted by Zti. Seizing the opportunity, Zti charged forward with the ball, and just as Millwall started to build their attack, they were caught off-guard by a counter. Lampard dashed back desperately, while Nedv��d also sprinted to the side, eager to disrupt Zti''s run.


    The young Argentine was quick to y the pass, and Djorkaeff took it in stride,unching a beautiful long ball. Ivan, with his back to the action, directed it with a header. Ronaldo missed the ball, but behind him, Baggio executed a brilliant touch as itnded, getting around Materazzi with ease. Just when it looked like Baggio was set for a one-on-one with the keeper, Schneider flew in with a tackle��he got a piece of the ball but took Baggio down in the process. The referee didn''t hesitate, blowing his whistle and pointing straight to the penalty spot.


    "Inter Mn has been awarded a penalty! While Schneider''s tackle made contact with the ball first, FIFA had prohibited tackles from behind four years ago and had strictly enforced this in the recent World Cup. UEFA also introduced new tackling regtions;teral tackles are considered dangerous and not permitted. This rule has been established in this season''s Champions League and will be used in the uing European Championship."


    Millwall yers tried to exin to the referee, while Schneider, once up, checked on Baggio to ensure he wasn''t injured. He then stood, hands on his hips.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t know his previous action might lead to a penalty; the urgency of the situation had caused him to forget everything in a moment of impulse.


    The referee''s decision wouldn''t change, and after Millwall''s yers rified their case, they didn''t press further. At least Schneider didn''t receive a yellow card��which the referee seemed to interpret as leniency.


    Aldrich remained on the sidelines without protesting to the fourth official. Unlike their game against Wimbledon, the penalty call just now was ording to UEFA''s new policy and not open to debate. In other words, if Millwall yers were tackled from the side or rear in the opponent''s penalty area, the referee should award a penalty, regardless of whether the ball had been touched.


    Rules are rules; both sides are equal.


    Though this rule might be frustrating.


    Just like FIFA''s ban on tackles from behind; regr people might cheer upon hearing it, as it protects yers and ensures that attacking ys are not maliciously disrupted.


    However, how many top defenders��especially those with exceptional tackling skills��felt utterly helpless?


    In contemporary times, the standards for tackling penalties have constantly been revised, leading to one phenomenon: ten yearster, it became quite rare to see top-flight defensive yers with outstanding tackling skills.


    There is no way, the rules determine the game, and defenders hardly spend time training, because even if they do, they can''t use it. Take those Argentine defenders with excellent stealing skills, for example, they can only watch Owen shine on the defense line. If the rules are still the same, Owen will definitely not be able to break through the Argentine goal so easily.


    Oddo was not angry about the penalty. In fact, he didn''t even care who took the penalty. He called Ronaldinho over, as if Inter Mn''s penalty had nothing to do with him. For him, what really mattered was Ronaldinho''s performance just now.

 Chapter 354: Pressure in the Box

    <h4>Chapter 354: Pressure in the Box</h4>


    Ronaldo stood at the penalty spot, preparing to take the shot �� the focal point of the entire match. However, thementators in the broadcast studio were facing a dilemma.


    Aldrich called Ronaldinho over, hardly paying attention to the penalty itself. It was an interesting scene, but surely the broadcast should focus on the penalty kick?


    With no other option, the crew decided to switch to different camera angles to capture Aldrich''s interaction, to y backter.


    Ronaldinho walked up to Aldrich, distracted by the ongoing penalty shootout. He kept ncing back toward his penalty area, but Aldrich, sensing hisck of focus, poked him on the chest and said firmly, "Hey, turn your head this way; I''m talking to you!"


    Ronaldinho turned around and met Aldrich''s serious gaze. He lowered his head unconsciously. Aldrich asked, "What were you doing just now?"


    Ronaldinho didn''t look at Aldrich, but replied a little embarrassedly: "I just followed your advice. Didn''t you tell me before the game to try to dribble past the opponent more often?"


    Aldrich crossed his arms, visibly annoyed. "Stop talking nonsense! You want me to tell you every touch of the ball through the microphone? I know what you''re thinking - you''re mad about being robbed, so you want to show off your dribbling breakthrough in front of the opponent, right?"


    Ronaldinho was left speechless.


    He tried to defend himself but didn''t know how to start.


    If he was really telling the truth, it would be disastrous for him!


    A yer who fails to make the right choices at crucial moments has little hope for a sessful career.


    Just aimlessly kicking the ball won''t cut it; not even immense talent will save you!


    Aldrich spoke with a sharp tone. "When it''s time to pass, pass; when you need to dribble, do it. Remember, this game isn''t just about dueling one-on-one. Your contributions serve the team''s greater purpose. Head back out there and give a solid performance, or I won''t hesitate to pull you before the first half is up!"


    Four years ago, Aldrich would never have spoken to a yer this way. But now, with his coaching credentials, it felt normal.


    Ronaldinho nodded, and Aldrich turned him around, giving him a light push to send him back on the field.


    At that moment, cheers erupted from the stands.


    Ronaldoted the penalty, the shot was ced softly but perfectly into the corner.


    "Internazionale leads 2-0 against defending champions Millwall in the 26th minute of the first half. It seems that Millwall''s overall strength has been overestimated after losing several key yers. They''ve barely created a threatening attack since the match started."


    Hodgson on the sidelines sighed in relief and allowed a hint of a smile to emerge.


    With a two-goal cushion, Internazionale had gotten off to a strong start.


    Aldrich signaled to the team, decisively altering their attacking and defensive posture.


    If they were just one goal behind, they could maintain bnce in attack and defense. But two goals behind meant they had to go all out. No matter whether they lost by one or two goals, the result would still be the same; if the final group position came down to tie-breakers, that chance was slim.


    Internazionale was now aggressively pushing through the middle, exploiting Millwall''s clear weaknesses. Aldrich quickly made the decision to abandon center attacks and instead attack from the nks.


    After Millwall kicked off again, Lampard held back from pushing forward, sending the ballterally before passing to the wing.


    Zambrotta and Schneider bravely surged forward.


    With this shift, Millwall''s attacking threats quickly became apparent.


    The reason was simple��there was a numerical advantage on the nks!


    Ronaldinho once again faced off against Zti. The young but experienced defender had sessfully defended him many times and now knew Ronaldinho''s dribbling patterns well. Whenever Ronaldinho attacked, Zti would follow closely behind, waiting for the perfect moment to intercept.


    However, Ronaldinho had a different n in mind. He skillfully pulled the ball back, drawing Zti in. Just as Zti moved forward to apply pressure, Zambrotta appeared out of nowhere, sprinting past Zti on the sideline. Ronaldinho demonstrated his finesse by executing an elegant flick, the ball soaring over Zti''s head,nding perfectly at Zambrotta''s feet, who then smoothly began to dribbleterally along the baseline.


    The Millwall full-back burst down the nk, breaking through Inter Mn''s defensive setup. In response, the defensive line had no choice but topress, safeguarding the critical area in front of the goal. Just as Zti and Bergomi were about to execute their double-team, Zambrotta swiftly yed the ball back. Ronaldinho, positioned at the edge of the penalty area, He received the ball and shot without hesitation!


    Ronaldinho''s shot was of excellent quality and went straight to the near corner of the goal.


    However, Inter Mn goalkeeper Pagliuca showed his incredible skills, blocking the shot with one hand and sending the ball out of the bottom line.


    The audience eximed, and then apuded loudly, celebrating Pagliuca''s outstanding performance.


    On the sidelines, Aldridge initially showed a hint of regret, but soon apuded, obviously satisfied with the team''s offensive method.


    "Just y like this!"


    Internazionale had a weak defensive link. When Millwall quickly surged through midfield, their attacking yers could not retreat in time. The backline consisted of only four defenders and two midfielders. Attacking the nks meant they could easily outnumber Millwall in a short time. If Millwall employed a clever passing and movement strategy, sess rates were high even with Cauet covering on the nks.


    With a bnced two-on-two situation, Millwall held their own, and Simeone was cautious; he knew if he left the middle, Nedved would be a lethal threat.


    Millwall quickly took a corner, and Zambrotta gathered the ball on the side, feigning a cross to get past Zti before moving inside. From a 45-degree angle at the edge of the box, he unleashed a long-range shot!


    Pagliuca again showed his skills; although caught off guard, he deflected the ball.


    The ball bounced straight to Van Nistelrooy, who calmly controlled the ball. West quickly approached and blocked the shooting angle with his body, but Van Nistelrooy showed extraordinary calmness, dodged cleverly, and then shot urately.


    "What a response from Millwall! Ruud van Nistelrooy is the man on target. Pagliuca did well to save Zambrotta''s effort, but he couldn''t clear it out of danger. The Dutch striker was unppable; instead of panicking, he took his time. He maneuvered past West effortlessly and fired the ball home. Millwall is now just one goal behind!"


    Van Nistelrooy ran to the goal, hugging the ball tightly as he made his way back.


    Normally, having just scored Millwall''s first goal in the UEFA Champions League this season would be a cause for celebration. However, the team had a tradition: after scoring while trailing, no yer celebrated unless the score was level. They needed to quickly resume y and strive to equalize or take the lead!


    Seeing his yers sprinting back, Aldrich nodded in approval.


    Although Millwall''s strength had diminished, their spirit had clearly improved.


    They would no longer react like second or third-tier teams that celebrated just for getting a goal against a stronger opponent, regardless of the final oue.


    Hodgson had no words for the goal conceded �� it was evident that something unexpected urred. However, in football, such surprises often resulted from a buildup of advantages over time.


    Internazionale''s aggressive middle game had worked well; they were benefiting from being the home side, something Aldrich hadn''t anticipated prior to the match, nor did any media outlets analyze beforehand.


    Hodgson took a risky approach, concentrating his forces through the middle while weakening their wing attacks.


    Such tactics would probably lead to disaster in Serie A, especially against teams employing rigid defensive formations or speedy counterattacks; they would likely find attacks heavily congested.


    But against Millwall, it proved effective. Aldrich focused on maximizing Nedved''s offensive impact, and both nks had powerful individual capabilities. The defensive space in the middle was not pressed to an extreme, and Internazionale''s attackingbinations were all quite capable, leaving Millwall in a desperate state.


    Especially Lampard, who seemed out of sorts today, often being toyed with by Baggio. Yet Aldrich had noints about Lampard''s performance on the sidelines.


    This was normal. In past matches, whether league or cup, Lampard had seldom faced top-tier teams, let alone strongpetition. Even if he had encounters, they might not have been in full force.


    Today, however, he''s going head-to-head with Baggio, Djorkaeff, and Ronaldo��an incredibly potent attacking trio. Instead of panicking and resorting to reckless fouls under pressure, Lampard has shown amendable ability to adjust to the opponents'' rhythm. He''s systematically enhanced the sess rate of his defensive actions, which is indeed a positive development."


    It was a phase every young yer had to go through. They needed to experience being outmatched repeatedly; once ustomed to it and improved, their skill set increased.


    After Millwall pulled one back, both teams traded swift attacks.


    Millwall''s wide yers advanced, leaving their backline even more exposed. When Internazionale shifted from defense to attack, their forwards had more freedom, putting a significant strain on Millwall''s defense.


    In the 42nd minute of the first half, Gronkjaer broke through on the right nk. Schneider came up to support him, and they executed a clever one-two. Gronkjaer dribbledterally toward the penalty area, but when West closed in, Gronkjaer noticed the change in positioning and sent the ball behind his opponents.


    "A brilliant threaded pass from Gronkjaer! Schneider takes his shot without hesitation.


    Pagliuca goes flying, and it seems he''s missed it��but oh no! The shot crashes off the crossbar and out!"


    Aldrich groaned, holding his forehead.


    The invisible intimidation a top goalkeeper exudes is undeniable.


    When you face a world-ss keeper, subconsciously, you tend to thinkmon shots can''t get past them, prompting the need for an even higher-quality shot, aiming for a better angle.


    Schneider was likely thinking just that, and he was oh-so-close �� just a fraction!


    The ball bounced to the feet of Coat, who quickly passed it forward. Baggio dropped back to receive the ball, turned and passed it forward. Lampard tried to intercept it head-on, but Baggio passed the ball diagonally to the left, right to Schneider''s position, which was now empty!


    "Baggio capitalized on his speed to navigate past Lampard in an expansive area of the pitch. As he approached the penalty area, he reduced his speed to assess the situation. With Materazzi closing in, Baggio skillfully delivered a diagonal pass behind the defender. Ronaldo made a dynamic run toward the near post, receiving the ball near the byline. He executed a subtle pullback, while Southgate positioned himself defensively with arms behind him. Ronaldo then performed a scissors feint to create a better angle, gracefully lifting the ball into the penalty area."


    "As Mak��l��l�� tracked Zamorano in the penalty area, he faced a significant challenge; Zamorano had about five centimeters on him. With effort, he jumped to contest a header but unfortunately watched the ball glide over his head, confident that Zamorano wouldn''t reach it either. Yet, from behind Zamorano, Djorkaeff made a timely run, connecting perfectly with a header that sent the ball into the.


    Uponnding, Mak��l��l�� nced at the ball nestled in the goal, then turned to Zambrotta, who had been just half a stepte in his marking, raising his hands in a gesture of frustration.


    ''Inter Mn have extended their advantage, Djorkaeff with the goal��it''s now 3-1. Today, Inter have demonstrated exquisite attacking coordination, showcasing the talent and ir we expect from them. Their offense is nothing short of spectacr, truly formidable!''"


    Aldrich had noints about that goal at all. He couldn''t fault Zambrotta for failing to stop Djorkaeff''s header; attacking and defending formed aplete system. When Millwall boldly pushed into attack from the nks, the chances of conceding on a counter were particrly high. Had Schneider''s shot gone in earlier, the dynamic would have changedpletely.


    Sometimes, it alles down to seizing opportunities. Just look atst season''s Juventus; had they capitalized on the gaps exposed during Millwall''s franticte-game push, there wouldn''t have been ast-minute elimination.

 Chapter 355: Pressure and growth

    <h4>Chapter 355: Pressure and growth</h4>


    As the first half came to a close, the score remained unchanged, with Internazionale holding a two-goal lead. Aldrich calmly turned and walked into the yer tunnel. In the locker room, once all the yers had returned, he opened his palms and quietly asked, "Who here believes that Internazionale cannot be beaten?"


    The yers exchanged nces. They had faced immense attacking pressure today, and the numerous factors behind conceding three goals in the first half were evident. The most straightforward was the decline in strength on both the attacking and defensive fronts, and any excuse would fall t.


    Larsson posed a bigger threat on the field than Gronkjaer, and Pirlo''s ability to control the game allowed Millwall to find a perfect bnce in their offensive and defensive rhythm rather than rushing back and forth.


    No one responded, and Aldrich continued calmly, "You need games like this, you really do. I''m actually d our opponent today is Internazionale. To be honest, I''d prefer to draw a ''group of death'' in the Champions League. What does facing more strong opponents mean? It means tougher group stage qualification, right? No, I don''t care about that. What I care about is your growth and progress at this stage. Only by facing more strong teams can you elerate the development of your team''s strength."


    The current phase for the team was about training and improvement, rapid growth, rather than being burdened by the pressure of achievements. Especially in the context of the Champions League, this is entirely different from the league. The league is about endurance and stability, while the Champions League is filled with top-level yers. Millwall must lower their profile, forget the identity of defending champions, and focus on gaining experience from the matches. It''s far more important for the young yers to withstand pressure and grow than to worry about wins or losses.


    "As long as you don''t show fear, we can still fight in this match. The score from the first half doesn''t truly reflect the strength of both teams. We have enough time in the second half to close that gap. But this requires you to bring out a stronger fighting spirit and a greatermitment to the game!"


    Aldrich scanned each yer, their sweat dripping onto the floor, but all eyes were on him, especially Lampard. He knew the injury status of Pirlo presented him with a golden opportunity. Although he was aware he was not yet ready to challenge for a starting position, getting more ying time, especially against a strong team like Internazionale, was essential for him.


    The locker room was rtively calm during the halftime break as the yers listened attentively to Aldrich''s tactical adjustments, taking note of the tasks he assigned.


    Once halftime ran out, both teams returned to the pitch, and the Internazionale yers appeared rxed.


    Having scored three goals against the defending champions in the first half gave them immense confidence.


    Juventus had taken 180 minutes to score two goals against Millwall, and one of those was an own goal.


    Real Madrid took an entire minute to score three against Millwall.


    Internazionale achieved that in just 45 minutes.


    Aldridge has been coaching the team for more than four years and is experienced. He is used to observing the changes of the opponent between the first and second half. When he saw the Inter Mn yers joking, a smile appeared on his face. Did they really think that Inter Mn would win easily today?


    As the second half began, Millwall kicked off. Nedved passed the ball back to Lampard, and Internazionale''s formation began to push forward. Lampard distributed the ball to Makelele, who sent it to Zambrotta surging in from the left.


    The Italian broke through from the left wing at great speed and was unguarded.


    As he rushed into the danger zone, Zti tried to intercept him. Zambrotta passed the ball directly to Ronaldinho, who received the ball and Zambrotta continued his run forward. Zti immediately turned and chased Zambrotta, preventing him from receiving Ronaldinho''s pass in the penalty area.


    However, Ronaldinho, after receiving the ball, moved inward toward the center.


    This threw Inter Mn''s defense into chaos. Caouette stepped forward to intercept Ronaldinho, but Ronaldinho suddenly stopped and turned around to get rid of his opponent. Simeone was forced to step forward to stop Ronaldinho''s advancement, otherwise the opponent would directly rush into the penalty area with the ball, which was very dangerous.


    But as soon as Simeone moved, Ronaldinho sent a through ball into the box.


    Ruud van Nistelrooy attracted West''s attention. Nedved pushed forward, using his body to shield Bergomi. When Ronaldinho''s pass came through, Nedved managed to keep Bergomi on his other side, receiving the ball as it rolled toward him. He then moved past Internazionale''s entire defense in a clean breakaway!


    Faced with Pagliuca, Nedved didn''t hesitate and unleashed a powerful shot!


    It flew like a shooting star, and Pagliuca broke into a cold sweat as he realized he had no reaction time. The ball zipped right past his head and into the.


    "Nedved''s close-range powerful shot sends the ball into Internazionale''s goal! Less than a minute into the second half, Millwall has narrowed the score to 3-2, reducing Internazionale''s lead!"


    Nedved''s celebration mirrored van Nistelrooy''s, as he picked up the ball and ran back to the center circle while gesturing for his teammates to hurry back as well.


    Hodgson''s expression darkened slightly. Although Internazionale had rxed somewhat, arger factor was Millwall''s momentum and tactical changes in the second half.


    Ronaldinho had be a variable; he was no longer sticking to the wing but roamed the center, transforming from a winger to an attacking midfielder as Nedved burst into the box. This shift left the Internazionale defense struggling to keep up, leading to gaps being exposed.


    Hodgson was curious to see what role Ronaldinho would take on.


    This was understandable. Before the world fully recognized Ronaldinho''s abilities, no one knew the limits of his talents or what he could achieve on the field.


    When he excelled on the wing, people saw him as a winger, whether as a wide midfielder or a forward.


    But when he showcased his skills in the attacking midfield, people began to believe he could y that position as well.


    Eventually, as his capabilities became more apparent, people understood that Ronaldinho could do it all in the forward position!


    Organizing ys, connecting passes, breaking through defenses, assisting, and scoring; he excelled in every aspect.


    But this was during Ronaldinho''s peak, not the current version. Aldrich knew he couldn''t afford to give him too much freedom at the beginning; otherwise, he risked him performing poorly in the match.


    He needed to establish Ronaldinho''s role and position first, gradually adjust and stimte his abilities, just like leveling up��gaining enough experience at a certain stage before progressing to the next level.


    He was pleased that although Ronaldinho asionally disyed personal emotions during the match, such as his tussle with Zti, hispetitive spirit and desire to win shone through at this high level ofpetition. Each time he touched the ball, he aimed to improve his performance little by little, striving to do better and better... and it was this continuous self-motivation that made his contributions to the team even more apparent.


    As Internazionale tried to regroup after conceding a goal, Millwall immediately resumed attacking with their powerful attackingbination. They didn''t believe that Millwall could withstand their offensive capabilities.


    Ronaldo once sessfully dribbled past Materazzi! Materazzi''s situation is simr to Lampard''s. Although both of them have participated in manypetitions, they have rarely encountered such a high-level opponent. Facing Ronaldo, a dribbling master recognized as the best striker in the world, Materazzi was under great pressure today.


    However, as Ronaldo broke through, Schneider swiftly cut in from the side to intercept the ball.


    In the second half, Millwall''s two full-backs had to apply more pressure in protecting the penalty area to prevent the opposition from breaking through their defensive line repeatedly.


    After Schneider intercepted the ball, he passed back to goalkeeper Butt inside the penalty area. Returning the ball to the goalkeeper with opposing yers nearby was a risky move!


    But Butt calmly received the ball and distributed it to Schneider, who had made a run to the wing.


    They had been ying together for quite some time now. Ever since Butt became the starting goalkeeper, the coordination he needed to practice in training matched the team''s standards. The goalkeeper was not just thest line of defense but also the starting point for attacks and the outlet for passing. Although it might not be entirely urate to say they could both attack and defend, the role of Millwall''s goalkeeper was certainly far moreplex than merely guarding the goal.


    This was also the reason why Aldrich hesitated to splurge in the transfer market for a better goalkeeper. It wasn''t just that world-ss keepers were hard to find; even if clubs reached an agreement, the yers might not be willing toe. And even if they were willing, Aldrich''s demands for a goalkeeper might not align with their capabilities.


    With Butt in ce, Aldrich had little desire to make significant changes at goalkeeper. Stability was crucial for that position. While Butt may not be a superstar, the fact that he ranked as the third-choice keeper for the German national team spoke volumes about his ability. Hispatibility with Millwall''s tactical system and Aldrich''s requirements meant he consistently performed to the best of his abilities. Therefore, Aldrich saw no need to consider a change in goalkeeper.


    Schneider drove the ball up the wing and passed it to Nedv��d, who had dropped back to receive it just inside the center circle.


    Without hesitation, Nedved quickly passed the ball to Gronkjaer, who was cutting in from the right wing and Simeone was about to steal it.


    The Danish "Golden Wing" burst into action, using his speed to advantage as Nedv��d and Ronaldinho drew away two defensive midfielders. Now, he was just left facing thest line of defense in front of Internazionale''s goal.


    Gronkjaer took a diagonal inward route but suddenly came to a halt before West, executing a sharp change of direction. His explosive eleration and speed were on full disy at that moment.


    He moved like a razor-sharp knife, glimmering as it cut through to the target!


    As Gronkjaer shifted the ball and made his way into the penalty area, West struggled to turn quickly. In a rushed attempt to block, he inadvertently tripped Gronkjaer, sending him crashing to the ground. The referee wasted no time in awarding a penalty!


    "Millwall has been awarded a penalty! Gronkjaer was brought down by West after prating the box, and there''s no dispute here. Gronkjaer''s pace was too much for the defense; they simply couldn''t intercept such a fast winger before the goal! If Gronkjaer had faced the defenders head-on, he could have easily sprinted past them. But for Internazionale to strengthen their defense, they will have to sacrifice offense. If Millwall converts this penalty, they''ll find themselves in a very tricky situation."


    As Gronkjaer got up from the ground, his teammates rushed over to embrace him, thanking him for earning the penalty.


    Nedv��d stood at the penalty spot, facing off against Pagliuca. When the referee signaled that he could take the kick, Nedv��d approached calmly and struck the ball. With great power and precision, the shot flew low and fast; Pagliuca dove to his right, but soon regretted that decision.


    Nedv��d aimed for the middle.


    Pagliuca misjudged the cement and could only watch as the ball flew past him into the.


    "Nedv��d scores from the penalty spot! With his second goal of the match, he helps Millwall equalize just eight minutes into the second half! It''s 3-3, 3-3! What a thrilling back-and-forth battle this has been, with both teams'' stars showcasing spectacr individual feats. There''s still over half an hour left, and who knows how this one will end?"

 Chapter 356: A Stunning Turnaround

    <h4>Chapter 356: A Stunning Turnaround</h4>


    When Nedved scored the equalizer, he charged toward the sidelines, a determined expression on his face, and patted the club badge on his jersey.


    The away fans from The Lions leaped with joy, and a group waved a giant banner bearing Nedved''s image.


    Aldrich also closed his eyes and clenched his fists, feeling that with the score leveled, Millwall''s morale would soar even higher.


    There didn''t seem to be a fierce tactical battle in today''s match between Millwall and Inter Mn. The course of the game revealed a lot - Italy attacked from the middle, while Millwall used the wings. The team that can effectively use the counterattack will gain a significant advantage. However, failure to counterattack can easily put their own goal in danger.


    The key was the performance of the star yers. Internazionale''s attacking quartet was formidable, as was Millwall''s frontline.


    Admittedly, this wasn''t the match Aldrich most wanted to see, but it was the reality he had to ept.


    Defense is forged through experience. Faced with top-tier attackers like Ronaldo and Baggio, Millwall had two choices: to strengthen their defense at the expense of attack or to boldly go toe-to-toe with their opponents and see who could score more.


    Defending deeply wouldn''t provide much in terms of development since it''s easier to defend against weaker opponents.


    Conceding goals isn''t a concern; all top defenses develop by conceding more and then reducing that number, eventually making it increasingly difficult for opponents to score.


    In the second half, Millwall''s defense clearly improvedpared to the first half.


    The defensive yers had learned from being overwhelmed in the first half, gaining valuable insight and experience. Unlike in the first half when they faced unfamiliar opponents, even constant pre-match video analysis couldn''t replicate the reality of the game.


    Within ten minutes, Millwall scored two quick goals that significantly lifted their morale. The yers looked like starving beasts, hungry for more.


    Following the restart by Internazionale, Millwall came at them with more intensity, intent on exploiting this momentum to dismantle their foes.


    Aldrich refrained from making any adjustments. If he instructed the yers to pull back now, it might convey the wrong message, leading them to think that the coach was looking to hold onto a draw.


    As long as yers like Schneider and Mak��l��l�� remained focused, there shouldn''t be any major issues.


    Aldrich tried to convince himself that everything would be fine, but the next moment, Millwall were facing a serious threat. Gronkjaer was knocked out of the sideline by Gant. The referee ruled it was not a foul and Inter quicklyunched a counterattack. Gant found Baggio, who cleverly passed the ball through the Millwall defense. Ronaldo seemed ready to score, but Butt reacted quickly and rushed to the penalty spot to win the ball.


    Butt held onto the ball, beginning to stall for time as Gronkjaer had yet to get back on the field.


    He stood up, limped onto the court, and walked toward Aldrich. With a familiar look of frustration, he said, "Coach, my legs are a little sore, I may not be able to continue ying."


    When yers begin to feel something is wrong, it is an obvious sign of injury.


    Aldrich didn''t me him; instead, he appreciated the yer''s honesty for not trying to tough it out. For technical yers, pushing through injuries can have severe consequences. If they exacerbate their condition, it could affect their careers, especially since technical yers are generally weakerpared to their physically strong counterparts.


    This is hard to change through training. Although physical training can make technical yers stronger, there are limits. For example, excessive weight gain can slow their technical movements. Many agile yers exhibit little change in physique from age 20 to 30��not because they don''t want to be stronger, but because they must maintain their current form to perform at their best level.


    Aldrich gently patted his shoulder, praised his performance for the day, then let the medical staff take over while turning to signal for Van der Meyde to warm up.


    His heart was heavy.


    The new season hadn''t even been underway for a month, and Millwall had added another name to their injury list. However, based on Gronkjaer''s condition, it didn''t seem serious��this was Aldrich''s optimistic interpretation.


    Jensen assigned on-field tasks to Van der Meyde, while Klinsmann watched closely, taking mental notes. Van der Meyde nodded frequently, signaling his understanding.


    Once Van der Meyde took the pitch, Millwall''s attacking strategy underwent a transformation.


    Van der Meyde was deployed in the wide midfield, and the transition from defense to offense was faster. He focused more on defensive tasks and mainly passed the ball in counterattacks. In fact, the ball moved faster than any yer could run, and the uracy of his passes made him very effective in offense. With the technical foundation and straightforward team philosophyid at Ajax, as well as the huge improvement in physical fitness aftering to Millwall, he has been recognized by Aldrich.


    Within five minutes of entering the game, Millwallunched a sharp counterattack, but it was Butt''s brilliant performance that stole the show.


    Aside from having thwarted Ronaldo''s one-on-one attempt earlier, he had also saved world-ss efforts from Baggio and Djorkaeff, both of which were nearly certain goals. He also managed to deflect a close-range header from Samorano in the box.


    After regainingposure from that intense spell of attacking pressure, Millwallunched another incisive assault.


    Ronaldinho received the ball in the midfield and sent a brilliant diagonal pass to Van der Meyde on the other nk. The switch was exceptional; from a bird''s-eye view, Internazionale transitioned from attack to defense as their forwards fell back to crowd Ronaldinho. His long switch revealed his remarkable vision.


    Van der Meyde took the ball and calmly yed it across to Lampard, who in turn sent a diagonal ball to the left nk. The ball returned to Ronaldinho, who had now advanced into the attacking zone, expertly avoiding being squeezed between defenders.


    Ronaldinho cut inside in a zigzag manner. This time, Zti deliberately blocked the penalty area to prevent the prating pass, but Ronaldinho changed direction and ran back to the outside line and started to cross the ball!


    he got the better of Zti.


    Reaching the byline, Ronaldinho unleashed a brilliant improvised cross with a scissor kick.


    Zti, unable to block the cross, was deceived by Ronaldinho''s movement, thinking he would use his left foot. Instead, Ronaldinho nted his weight on his left and crossed with his right from behind. The spectacr cross whipped through the air, and Zti lifted his leg, noticeably a step behind.


    Van Nistelrooy darted to the near post for a header, and it looked very dangerous.


    Pagliuca tried to get a hand on it, but it hit the post and came back out!


    Nedved was right there on the follow-up and, with Bergomi looking on in horror, he directed a header toward the opposite side of the.


    West charged in to intervene, but as he tried to clear it off the line, he misjudged and ended up heading into the goal along with the ball.


    Mn''s Meazza went dead quiet in an instant!


    "Hattrick! Hattrick! Nedved has struck again for his third goal! He''spleted a phenomenal hat trick, propelling Millwall to a stunning 4-3 lead over Inter Mn! In the second half, Millwall were a transformed team. They came out of halftime with fast, decisive attacks, and the key yers really shone. Ronaldinho''s dazzling runs and crosses were simply breathtaking. Is he destined to be the next Ronaldo? What do you think?"


    Nedved rushed toward the sidelines but was tackled to the ground by his teammates, and even the substitutes couldn''t contain their excitement, rushing over to pile on.


    Down 1-3 at halftime, Millwall now led 4-3 halfway through the second half!


    This match had exploded into chaos!


    Internazionale, once in the lead, found themselvespletely disoriented by the turnaround!


    Despitepeting in Serie A, they had been away from Champions League football for too long. Their understanding of elite teams in other leagues wascking. Coupled with their premature confidence from an early lead, this unexpected turn knocked them off bnce.


    Hodgson''s face was pale, while Aldrich held his chin high, remainingposed.


    The game was far from over; anything could happen.


    He didn''t want his team to lose their cool at this critical moment.


    His non-celebration was a reminder to the yers. As Nedved stood up to raise his fists toward the away fans, Aldrich merely nodded and apuded, acknowledging Nedved''s performance.


    This was how it should be.


    Having worked to unleash Nedved''s attacking prowess over at least two seasons, Aldrich knew the yer was in his prime and it was time to deliver results.


    So, he wasn''t surprised that Nedvedpleted his hat-trick.


    Internazionale began tounch aggressive counterattacks, throwing everything into their offense, creating an exhrating spectacle��but that posed significant risks too.


    Three minutester, with his energy waning, Baggio attempted to break through Lampard but lost the ball to a solid tackle. Lampard quickly passed it to Schneider, who sprinted forward.


    Encountering Cauet in the middle, Schneider and Van der Meyde quickly executed a one-two to advance, with Schneider and Van der Meyde pushing forward side by side. Under pressure from Gnte, Van der Meyde went to the edge and Schneider made a direct pass. After receiving the ball, Van der Meyde swept it across the goal, West, feeling the pressure, turned away, not daring to put a foot out for fear of scoring an own goal��the ball was moving too quickly.


    In the central area directly in front of the goal, Van Nistelrooy darted ahead of Baggio, using the arch of his foot to nudge the ball right into the!


    Paliuca erupted in fury, shouting angrily at his teammates.


    "Van Nistelrooy has done it again! He''s scored his second and Millwall''s fifth goal of the match. They were two goals down at halftime, and now, with only 15 minutes to go, it''s Millwall 5, Inter Mn 3! This is happening right at the San Siro, in the home of the giants. The reigning champions had the elite club smiling for a half, but now, they''ve taken the smiles away and reced them with tears. The Millwall fans are going wild in celebration��they''ve got every reason to! Meanwhile, the Inter fans look bewildered, many shaking their heads in disbelief at what they''ve just witnessed in the second half. It''s not that Inter yed poorly; it''s that Millwall has been exceptional!"


    Moratti watched the match from his box. Each goal scored by Internazionale in the first half had him leaping up in celebration, his enthusiasm rivaling that of Arthur in the Lion''s Den.


    But now, Moratti was inside his box, smoking nervously, his expression heavy with gloom as if the apocalypse were nigh.


    He simply couldn''t understand what more Internazionale needed!


    Indeed, what more was missing?


    In football, many prominent figures are troubled by questions like this. Keegan doesn''t grasp why his team''s defense is so abysmal, and Moratti wonders why all the significant investments Internazionale have made year after year haven''t yielded superior performances against teams with lesser star quality.


    Some find sce or answers in their confusion, like Ennd''s national team manager Hoddle, who attributes everything to witchcraft...


    "Odric is getting ready to make a substitution from the sidelines. Ronaldinho is clearly unable to keep moving; during thest attack, he didn''t even make an effort to sprint forward.


    He called over Gattuso, who was warming up, instructing him to put on his jersey and get ready to y.


    Hodgson, on the other hand, made no substitutions, waving his arms to signal the team to attack with abandon.

 Chapter 357: Time-Wasting Tactics

    <h4>Chapter 357: Time-Wasting Tactics</h4>


    In the final moments of the game, Millwall simply couldn''t get forward. It wasn''t that the attack was ineffective, but the yers couldn''t maintain the high tempo sprinting required to support the game. After falling behind 0-2 against Inter Mn, Zambrotta and Schneider frequently sprinted and showed incredible running intensity. By this time, the two defenders were already exhausted. Now, as the game entered the final stage, Aldrich reced Ronaldinho with Gattuso, indicating that he changed tactics, which clearly showed that he wanted to strengthen the defense.


    Aldrich took a seat, sipping water while keeping an expressionless face as he observed the game.


    Inter Mn faced a barrage of attacks in a matter of thirty minutes, and the yers seemed frantic. However, their attempts to attack through the center yielded little sess. With Gattuso anchoring the central defense and Nedved dropping back to assist, Millwall was hardly concerned about Inter''s centralized assault. The tightly packed defensive zone made it incredibly difficult for the superstars of Inter Mn to find opportunities.


    Coco joined the attack, participating in a central offensive y, but with more yers crowding the middle, there was no space for passing and movement. Inter Mn''s missteps became frequent; Baggio''s through ball was intercepted by Mak��l��l��, who sent a diagonal pass to the unmarked Van der Meyde on the right nk.


    The Dutchman received the ball and sought to thread a through pass to hispatriot, Van Nistelrooy, who managed to stay onside. However, he mishandled the ball just outside the penalty area, the ball bouncing too far away, allowing Pagliuca toe out and safely collect it.


    At this point, Inter''s two fullbacks pushed forward for an attack. Zti carried the ball down the wing,bining well with Dejan Stankovi? to break the defensive line set up by Nedved. Zti continued down the touchline and, as he reached a 45-degree angle, sent in a cross before Zambrotta could challenge.


    Materazzi cleared the header. Inter regained possession outside the box, and Cauet let loose a shot, but it was blocked by Butt. Ronaldo stepped in to poke the ball before Southgate, but his angle was tight. Butt made an unorthodox save, deflecting the ball with his arm.


    In the ensuing chaos, Baggio surged forward and seemingly used his knee to nudge the ball into the Millwall.


    "Goal! Inter Mn has pulled one back! Baggio''s goal has given them a glimmer of hope. With just four minutes remaining, the score is now 4-5, with Inter trailing Millwall by only one goal!"


    The atmosphere in the stands at the Meazza surged back to life as Inter fans roared, urging their team to keep pushing��score, score, and score again!


    It was an insane match.


    Aldrich stayedposed despite the goal conceded.


    As Millwall prepared to restart the game, Nedved simply passed the ball back, not moving forward. Millwall opted for short passes to run down the clock; they were exhausted. With a lead, close to the end, this strategy felt justified. While outsiders might criticize Millwall for time-wasting, they saw it as maintaining control and patiently looking for opportunities.


    With Inter pressing intensely, Millwall maintained possession in their own half for nearly a minute before Schneiderunched a long pass forward.


    Van Nistelrooy sessfully received the ball but was immediately dispossessed by West, who cleared it out of bounds with a strong kick.


    At that moment, the referee signaled for a substitution.


    Millwall made theirst substitution with a clear intention��wasting more time.


    Ferdinand came on for Van Nistelrooy, who''d scored twice today.


    Inter yers urged Van Nistelrooy to hurry off the pitch, with the referee asking him to move faster as well. Van Nistelrooy shook hands with the official, then pretended to jog, but his steps were slow. By the time he left and switched with Ferdinand, at least thirty seconds had passed.


    Inter were livid, especially with the ball still firmly in Millwall''s possession.


    Nedved held the ball, looking around for his teammates before slowly returning it to Van der Meyde after what felt like an age.


    As soon as Van der Meyde touched the ball, several Inter yers rushed in to press, but he sent it back to Nedved.


    Inter yers charged at Nedved again, yet the Czech elerated, taking them by surprise.


    His decision caught the opponent off guard.


    He broke through the entire defense along the sideline! However, if he changed direction and started to cut inside, he would definitely be intercepted halfway because this route would take him further away from the goal.


    Nedved continued down the line, reaching the corner g, safeguarding the ball and fending off the Inter defenders. No matter how fiercely they tried, they couldn''t dispossess him. Simeone, in frustration, shoved Nedved from behind. The referee blew the whistle, signaling a foul and granting Millwall control.


    "Two minutes of stoppage time have passed, and Millwall has hardly allowed Inter Mn any possession in the past three minutes. If Inter can''t even secure the ball, how can they hope to equalize?"


    For a set-piece attack, Millwall had just two yers forward: Van der Meyde kicking off, and Nedved set to receive.


    Baggio moved over to Nedved, prompting Van der Meyde to dy the kick, signaling to the referee: the opponents were too close!


    The referee warned Baggio, who grumbled that Millwall was wasting time.


    Ignoring him, the referee continued his focus on the match while Baggio had no choice but to retreat.


    As expected, Nedved took possession and skillfully maneuvered toward the corner g, which drew loud boos from the Inter Mn supporters at the Meazza.


    Aldrich, however, was unfazed. This tactic was amon one in football; once the game concluded, no one would admonish Millwall for employing it. It simply looked a bit unsightly now.


    Moreover, it served to wear down the opponent''s morale; their formation had to retreat, and if the lines were stretched too far, any ball possession would require high precision.


    Nedved shielded the ball again, but this time Simeone and Gnte worked together to snatch it away, sending a long clearance forward.


    Lampard managed to clear the ball with a header from his position, and soon after, the referee blew the final whistle, leaving Inter Mn in utter disappointment at having been turned over.


    "The thrilling back-and-forth battle hase to an end. Both teams showcased their brilliance in each half. Inter Mn triumphed in the first half, but Millwall struck four goals in quick session during thetter half, seizing victory from Inter''s grasp. The group''s progression now seems straightforward; while both Inter and Millwall are favorites to advance, the stumbling Inter team must decisively ovee their remaining two opponents after today''s loss. They can no longer afford any defeats; another loss could leave Inter, theoretically, with only 12 points. They still have a sh with Millwall ahead, but fortunately, their other two group rivals aren''t particrly strong. Congrattions to Millwall on their victory! We initially thought the reigning champions had lost their edge, and yet they responded with five goals away from home, which certainly validates their status as favorites in the Champions League."


    At the end of the match, Millwall''s yers beamed with smiles. Many young yers were particrly thrilled with this victory, given they had yed against Inter Mn, notably featuring superstars like Ronaldo and Baggio.


    Aldrich stood up to shake hands with Hodgson. They exchanged no further words.


    His expression revealed no signs of joy.


    With nine goals scored in the match and countless highlights, the audience witnessed what they deemed a ssic sh.


    Yet Aldrich was unable to share that excitement.


    He cared more about the fact that they had conceded four goals. Scoring five can be attributed to numerous factors, but most importantly, Millwall was not the match''s master; they adjusted their tactics based on Inter''s aggressive offense and frail defense. Behind the game, Millwall had not dominated; they merely relied on individual talents and determination to sway the match''s oue.


    As he walked into the locker room post-match, Aldrich calmly addressed all the yers: "Today''s victory is precious. I''m delighted with your fighting spirit, but the Champions League has only just started. We''ve made a great start and cannot afford to becent."


    He didn''t need to sound too harsh, as it was enough to keep the yers grounded.


    As for the four goals conceded, he would discuss that further when they returned to London for training.


    During the post-match press conference, Aldrich faced Giancarlo''s sharp questioning and remained silent for half a minute.


    "While Millwall scored five goals in today''s match, the defense conceded four. This figure nearly matches your total goals conceded across all six group matchesst season. Does this indicate a significant decline in the quality of Millwall''s defense?"


    After a period of silence, Aldrich responded calmly: "Our defense isn''t in poor shape; it''s more about the match itself. After going down 2-0, we had no choice but to attack, which piled pressure on the defense. When it was 3-1, I realized if we couldn''t hold firm, we''d need to see who could score more goals."


    "Inter conceded four goals in the second half, what was the reason?"


    "Football isn''t a science; it''s hard to pinpoint all the causes behind a goal scored or conceded. Factors like morale, mindset, and performances at crucial moments alle into y. I can''t articte it in words, but overall, Millwall adapted to the game better in the second half and performed well. We started slowly in the first half and quickly fell behind 2-0, and it wasn''t until the second half that we freed ourselves from the pressure. Considering we were away, and trailing��the odds were against us��we managed to perform at an elite level."


    Aldrich did not view this victory as meaningful, particrly not as an indication that Millwall had bridged the gap fromst season''s level.


    If it werest season''s Millwall, they wouldn''t have given as many opportunities to the opposition, even when ying away. The ultimate result hinged on the yers'' finishing touches rather than a consistent dominance to secure the victory over their opponents.


    After wrapping up the press conference, Aldrich prepared to return to London but received an invitation from Moratti.


    To send the entire team back to London, Aldrich and Moratti dined together at a high-end restaurant in Mn.


    The restaurant was nearing closing time and was sparsely popted, yet photographers trailed after the duo and captured the image of Moratti and Aldrich seated together.


    The two had oftenmunicated over the phone, meeting once during the summer. Today was just a casual gathering between friends.


    Moratti sought Aldrich''s advice on managing a club, particrly about team management.


    He hoped to glean insights from Aldrich to help mold Inter Mn into a Serie A powerhouse swiftly.


    Moratti had ample finances and was deeply invested, so their discussion did not dwell too much on financial aspects of club management.


    Aldrich openly shared his experiences, emphasizing the importance of squad stability, team consistency, and a dependable tactical style.


    If there are frequent significant changes among yers, the head coach, or the tactical approach, the team is bound to suffer adverse effects.


    In essence, Aldrich wanted to convey to Moratti to exercise patience and grant the head coach more trust, allowing him to build the team ording to his vision.


    However, this perspective was tough in Serie A, where head coachescked the managerial authority akin to that in the Premier League, impacting transfer dealings significantly. Head coaches in Serie A, regardless of their status, often shed ufortably with management over signing yers.


    Regardless of whether Moratti absorbed this feedback, the next day''s news headlines in Mn announced: "Moratti in Private Talks with Hol to Discuss Transfers for Nedved and Zambrotta..."

 Chapter 358: A Reckoning Approaches

    <h4>Chapter 358: A Reckoning Approaches</h4>


    After the conclusion of the first matchday of the Champions League group stage, Aldrich''s life resumed its usual rhythm. He was suspended from domestic games in Ennd, which gave him more time for training and match preparation. Klinsmann was also under suspension, but even without him, the authority to make tactical decisions still rested firmly with Jansen.


    Having fought alongside Aldrich for over four years, the team members were quite familiar with Jansen, and they respected him in their work. Therefore, when Jansen was in charge, the yers listened to him with attentive ears.


    Before the start of the second matchday of the Champions League, Millwall yed five domestic matches during Aldrich''s suspension. They cruised through the League Cup and advanced with ease. The opponents in their four league matches were as follows:


    - Home vs. Liverpool


    - Away vs. Nottingham Forest


    - Home vs. Southampton


    - Away vs. ckburn


    In these four matches, Millwall only managed to win the home game against Southampton; the other three ended in draws. In the intense sh with Liverpool, Southgate equalized with a header in the dying moments, securing a point for his side. The two away games featured opponents ying defensively, effectively stifling Millwall''s attempts to break through.


    As the new seasonmenced, Millwall''s record stood at three wins and five draws from eight league matches, totaling 14 points.


    Manchester United matched Millwall''s total with four wins, two draws, and two losses.


    Hot on their heels were Arsenal, Chelsea, and Liverpool, all with simr records of three wins, four draws, and one loss.


    As the season began, the top five teams from the previous Premier League remained dominant on the leaderboard, though none stood out particrly. The results of each round of fixtures had the power to significantly alter the standings.


    Despite sitting atop the table, Millwall drew scrutiny, especially from journalists at Fleet Street, who believed that if Millwall utilized Ronaldinho more in the league, they could have turned those draws into victories.


    Aldrich''s suspension kept him from attending press conferences, leaving Jansen at the mercy of a relentless media barrage.


    Internal debates ensued regarding the best use of Ronaldinho. Jansen leaned towards deploying him more in league y, but Aldrich firmly opposed it.


    Perhaps it was Ronaldinho''s exceptional talent that made Aldrich more cautious about using him. Even when Jansen cited Owen��a young phenom who showcased ster performancesst season, including a remarkable World Cup disy��Aldrich remained steadfast in his reservations.


    Debating with Jansen proved futile; the passage of time would reveal the truth. In the early stages of young yers'' careers, the intensity and frequency of matches should be well-bnced. Otherwise, the long-term consequences could be detrimental and not immediately visible.


    In early October, Aldrich returned to the sidelines, directing his team at Wembley Stadium. Nearly 70,000 ardent Lions supporters flooded the venue, warmly weing their youthful coach back after a brief absence.


    Aldrich entered the stadium, raising both hands above his head in appreciation for the fans'' enthusiasm.


    Today, they faced the Russian champions, Spartak Moscow. Though the strength difference between the two teams was apparent, Aldrich opted to field his strongest lineup just to be safe.


    Gronkjaer''s injury from the match against Inter Mn was not severe; he had rejoined the team''s training but was not ready to y yet. Aldrich started Van der Meyde instead, deploying a ssic 4-4-2 formation. After a month of honing this tactical approach, Millwall had been performing increasingly well, achieving better bnce between attack and defense, with noticeable improvement in yer cohesion.


    In the 90 minutes of the match, Millwall exerted clear dominance. Thanks to goals from Van Nistelrooy, Nedved, and Lampard, they sent Spartak Moscow packing with a decisive 3-0 victory at Wembley.


    With two consecutive victories, Millwall''s prospects in the Champions League looked promising.


    After the match, Aldrich gave a brief interview before dismissing the team and heading home to rest.


    He felt the team was getting back on track. Aside from the depth issues due to injuries, everything else was beginning to run smoothly.


    Just as he was preparing dinner and settling in to watch some television, the doorbell rang.


    Aldrich opened the door to find Andrew standing there, swaggering into the kitchen, looking very much at home in it, grabbing some cutlery and quickly carving out arge portion of Aldrich''s dinner, then opening a bottle of red wine from the temperature-controlled wine cer and pouring a ss for everyone.


    "Hey, are you on a weight loss n or something?" Aldrich asked, frowning at the meager portion left on his te.


    Anyway, there wasn''t much food left, so it was impossible for him to be full; but what made him even more curious was that Andrew''s appetite suddenly decreased.


    Andrew let out a heartyugh. "Before I got here, I called a restaurant close by to have some food sent over. It should arrive any minute now. Just enjoy your meal; I promise I won''t let you step foot in the kitchen again."


    Aldrich was someone who thrived on routine, with a structured schedule for everything, including cooking. Havingpleted dinner already, he didn''t want to be pulled back into the kitchen. Andrew understood this about him and made the necessary arrangements.


    As they started their dinner, Andrew lowered the TV volume with the remote.


    "I want to catch the news."


    "About that thing you asked me to look into��there''s some progress."


    Andrew leaned in with a grin, speaking softly.


    Aldrich paused, looking up calmly. "What''s the situation? Work or personal?"


    "Work. They''ve got something on their hands that they''re trying to hide. What do you n to do next?"


    After a moment''s thought, Aldrich replied, "Then let''s get it to Fleet Street."


    Andrew chuckled, "Well, you can hand this scoop to your friends over there."


    Aldrich showed no amusement, merely fixing Andrew with a steady gaze.


    Under the scrutiny of that unwavering gaze for a solid minute, Andrew suddenly pped his forehead in realization. "Sorry about that! I got a bit carried away. I''ll take care of the rest."


    Aldrich returned to his meal, maintaining his focus on the food.


    That very night, several media outlets from Fleet Street received the insider scoop. These outlets shared a lukewarm rtionship with Millwall, often finding themselves sidelined during press interviews.


    In London, at midnight.


    Weissmany in bed, cradling his wife as he drifted into a deep sleep, only to be abruptly awakened by a ringing phone. Groggy and annoyed, he answered, instantly recognizing his assistant Kelly''s voice filled with panic.


    "What time is it? Don''t you have any sense of time? Why aren''t you asleep?"


    "Sleep? You''re about to lose your job with the FA tomorrow! How can you even consider sleeping?!"


    Kelly''s frantic words jolted Weissman awake; he quickly got out of bed and made his way to the living room, demanding through the phone, "What''s going on? You''re not making any sense!"


    "It''s tooplicated to exin over the phone. I''m outside your house on the south side of the park. We need to talk in person!"


    "But it''s so early..."


    "Right now, you need every second you can get! But time won''t wait for you, and by sunrise, it''ll all be toote!"


    Weissman realized he''d rarely seen Kelly in such a state, and even from the other end of the line, he could almost visualize Kelly''s frantic pacing, a sight that filled him with unease.


    He threw on some clothes and left the house.


    When Kelly finally saw Weisman arrive, they met in the deste street, just the two of them, deliberately hiding in a shadowy spot.


    "What took you so long?"


    Kelly''s tone dripped with grievance.


    Weisman waved his hand impatiently. "What''s this all about?"


    Kelly pulled a newspaper from his pocket and handed it over. Weisman nced down but couldn''t see much in the dark.


    He stepped into the light of a streetmp for a better look and realized it wasn''t an officially published paper but a pre-press sample.


    When he read the bold headline on the front page of the sample, his eyes widened in shock.


    He stood there, speechless, until Kelly waved him over from the corner. Only then did he weakly shuffle toward him.


    "Who leaked this?"


    Weisman asked, his heart racing.


    Kelly ground his teeth, replying, "I have no idea."


    "And how did you get this info?"


    "A journalist friend tipped me off. Cost me two thousand pounds."


    Once the initial panic subsided, Weisman collected himself. He probed Kelly for details and learned that the source of this information wasn''t from a more influential mainstream outlet, suggesting that the Times hadn''t caught wind of it yet.


    "This is clearly an attempt to ruin us!" Weisman concluded.


    He quickly surmised there was someone stabbing them in the back.


    This was not difficult to deduce.


    Typically, mainstream outlets would have wider information channels, and a breaking piece like this wouldn''t usuallye from a tabloid. However, with public figures, it wasn''t umon for tabloids to drop exclusive stories��especially for sensational personal matters, given their caliber.


    The severity of the news in Weisman''s hands surely wasn''t something tabloids would chase down; only the big papers would follow up on such leads.


    With the leading papers not having the scoop, the source became suspect. If typical informants were selling their information, they would prioritize selling torger publications, bringing them greater reward.


    Thus, the source couldn''t have been for profit.


    "Who wants to do us in?"


    Kelly, looking increasingly frantic, had a face twisted in fear.


    Weisman pondered, furrowing his brows to seek out the mastermind behind it all.


    "Could it be an enemy within the FA?"


    Kelly asked bluntly.


    Weisman outright rejected the idea. "No way! This scandal would harm the entire FA too significantly. If it were an external adversary, sure, they could bring us down, but would that gain them anything? Our internal fights also have their limits and principles. Damaging the collective interest would only lead to mutual destruction."


    Frustrated, Kelly stomped his foot. "Then who could it be?"


    Weisman found his thoughts aligning clearer thanks to Kelly''s questioning.


    If internal strife was ruled out, then they could only face enemies from outside the FA.


    Suddenly, a name shot into his mind, and he blurted out, "Aldrich Hall!"


    Kelly paused, then skeptically replied, "Him? Wouldn''t he worry about making enemies of the entire FA?"


    The more Weisman pondered, the more he became convinced.


    "No, he wouldn''t care, for he has no evidence against him. If we end up using himter, it would only look like we''re slinging mud at him. Moreover, we would have no standing to cast stones, and he has friends within the FA. Since that incident, his reactions have been quite unusual!"


    "Unusual?"


    Kelly took a moment to reflect on the aftermath of the Millwall vs. Wimbledon match. After that game, Aldrich only went as far as to ridicule the referee for wearing a Wimbledon jersey during the press conference. Heplied with the fines, epted the suspension without a fight, and didn''t even consider appealing.


    Even with the Den facing penalties that led to part of the stands being closed during his ban, he stayedpletely mum.


    It was highly atypical!


    Where was that fierce, decisive young manager from the East London derby days?


    Turns out, the most dangerous dogs are often silent!


    For heaven''s sake, Aldrich, is this all just over a little disagreement?


    You''re being downright savage, attempting to ruin our reputation like this!

 Chapter 359: New Day

    <h4>Chapter 359: New Day</h4>


    In the early hours of the morning in the East London neighborhood belonging to Millwall FC, the streets were deserted. The soft light of the moon mingled with the glow of streemps, painting the surroundings in gentle tones.


    Aldrich was already asleep in his apartment, lying peacefully on his side, deep in the blessed heaviness of slumber. Suddenly, his phone, resting on the bedside table, rang.


    Awakened by the noise, Aldrich turned on the bedsidemp and nced at the iing call. It was someone saved in his contacts.


    Kelly.


    Aldrich pressed the answer button, bringing the phone to his ear, and closed his eyes again, trying to drift back into sleep.


    "Mr. Hall, I''m sorry to disturb you at this hour. It''s Kelly. I need to discuss something with you in person. I''m right outside your door. I know you''re awake; I saw the light in your bedroom turn on..."


    Kelly kept talking, but there was no response.


    He stood just outside Aldrich''s door, careful to remain out of sight. His deliberately lowered voice couldn''t elicit a reply from Aldrich, and the silence sent a chill down Kelly''s spine. He hurriedly continued, "Mr. Hall, there was some misunderstanding earlier. We can clear it up. Mr. Weissman and I at the FA have always considered you a friend..."


    Kelly now confirmed Weisman''s suspicion: Aldrich was indeed the maniptor behind the scenes. His purpose ining here was simple: Aldrich was not in it for money, so clearing up the misunderstanding was the key. Aldrich could buy back this information for a little money - although the process was a bit troublesome, it was not impossible. With the influence of the Hall family in London, it was normal to prepare a legal contract in a few minutes.


    Kelly felt his throat dry as he spoke at Aldrich''s door, but no sound came from the other end. He started doubting whether his phone was working.


    From the moment Aldrich took the call, ten minutester, Kelly''s heart dropped from a flicker of hope to a dark abyss.


    Aldrich''s silence weighed heavier on Kelly than a thousand bitter usations.


    With no other choice, Kelly called Weissman back. Meanwhile, he couldn''t help but grumble to himself, "What the hell is this guy waiting for, acting like a big shot?"


    It was true; Weissman had sent Kelly to find Aldrich and talk, which was just another way of saying he needed to plead, while he himself couldn''t put down his ego.


    With his ns falling through, Weissman slinked into the neighborhood, anxious about being recognized.


    Now it was his turn to take over Kelly''s phone and face Aldrich.


    When someone of Weissman''s stature spoke, it was a different vibe altogether. He started gently, discussing the good old times before subtly exining the previous "misunderstanding."


    But Aldrich remained silent, not uttering a word. He listened but didn''t speak.


    Weissman continued talking for five or six minutes with no response, growing increasingly agitated. He started to threaten Aldrich with words.


    "Hall, even if you ruin my career, I have many friends in the FA. I have people behind me. If I go down, you won''t have it easy either!"


    Beep, beep, beep...


    As the call ended, Weissman kicked out in frustration, wanting to boot down Aldrich''s door. Kelly, seeing this, quickly stopped him.


    The two had lingered too long, and a patrolling security guard approached from a distance. Kelly dragged a cursing Weissman away through another exit.


    While "escaping," Kelly felt a profound sense of sadness; who would have thought the mighty FA and its CEO would frantically try to slink away under the cover of night...


    After hanging up, Aldrich opened his bedside drawer, pulling out a portable music yer. He put on headphones and started listening to some "hypnotic music," hoping to drift back to sleep.


    Given his profession, sleepless nights often gued him. Especially during the week when leading the team in matches, arriving home close to midnight. If the team won, he would be exhrated; if they lost or drew, he would be downcast. In any case, normal sleep eluded him, and he needed the music to regte his state.


    After Weissman and Kelly escaped the Millwall neighborhood, they walked along the Thames River. Though it seemed like a casual stroll, their heavy steps made them feel more like prisoners walking to the gallows.


    As dawn broke, the two sat on a bench by the river, pale-faced, bracing themselves for a new day.


    While the masses began their daily routines, the workers on Fleet Street had mostly pulled an all-nighter. Word spread fast and like wildfire; by three or four in the morning, nearly every outlet on Fleet Street had received the juiciest headline news, with insiders trading information.


    They scrambled to work��some even scrapped entirely prepared newspaper content to produce new editions.


    As the morning rolled around, the papers on Fleet Street hit the stands, whether delivered to doorsteps or handed out for free on the streets, the front pages had only one headline:


    "Shocking Scandal! FA Chief Weissman and CEO Kelly Misappropriate Funds for Bribery of the Welsh FA Regarding the 2006 World Cup Voting and Securing High Positions in FIFA for Themselves!"


    Outside the FA headquarters, journalists gathered en masse, and chaos reigned inside the FA.


    Weissman and Kelly had yet to make an appearance, and the spokesperson offered no directments. As time ticked by, everyone was convinced that the FA had tacitly epted the usations.


    The public watched with amused curiosity.


    Recent news in English football had been quite eventful��Manchester United''s transfers were stalling due to interference from the government, and now this FA scandal broke.


    Everyone knew the unspoken truth: Weissman and Kelly bribing the Welsh FA for votes was an open secret��there was nothing to use them of.


    Each World Cup bid has behind-the-scenes activities that aren''t strictly fair or impartial. Nations that host the World Cup engage in a variety of backdoor deals, some discreet, others well-known. This was the epted rule of the game.


    But what Weissman and Kelly couldn''t escape me for was their use of public funds to pave their own football political futures. That was uneptable to the public��using power for personal gain.


    They aimed to ascend to significant positions within FIFA, and internally within the FA, that wasn''t a secret. Many supported them, knowing that having an Englishman in such a role in FIFA would benefit Ennd.


    But knowing is one thing, saying it out loud is another.


    This sensational news became the focus of that day''s discussions. Even media from other countries stationed in London flocked in to cover the developing scandal.


    Aldrich was disturbed for half an hour during the night and woke upter than usual.


    In the morning, he was having breakfast at home when Yvonne burst in, quickly flicking the TV to BBC, where a live reporter was covering the developments outside the FA headquarters.


    Yvonne cheered in delight, while Aldrich maintained a calm expression, finishing his juice, clearing the table, and heading off to the gym.


    His day went as nned, and Millwall''s training wouldn''t be impacted.


    No one was likely to connect him to any of this.


    After the match between Millwall and Wimbledon, Aldrich had made a firm decision: he no longer wished to have any dealings with Weissman or Kelly.


    But was that really possible?


    Weissman was the FA Chief. It was inevitable they''d cross paths��if Millwall ever lifted a trophy in domesticpetitions, meetings were a given.


    Either Aldrich had to leave his position and the English football scene entirely, or Weissman and Kelly needed to be ousted from the FA!


    Was there even a choice to make?


    The FA Chief wasn''t a saint. In both work and personal life, they must have dirt on them. Given the history of scandals in English football, Aldrich''s request to Andrew was simple: keep a watch on them around the clock. If they slipped up, let them face the consequences.


    At three in the afternoon, Weissman arrived outside the FA headquarters, Kelly in tow.


    As soon as they got out of the car, they were surrounded by reporters. When faced with sharp questions, they avoided responding and, with the help of security, made their way into the FA building with difficulty.


    By the time the internal meeting at the FA wrapped up, evening had arrived.


    The FA held a press conference, and Weissman himself announced on the spot: he was resigning!


    The FA Chief officially stepped down!


    He had no choice; as long as he remained, the scandal clung to him, making it impossible for the FA to pursue the 2006 World Cup bid.


    This was currently the FA''s top priority.


    Kelly also announced his resignation at the same time, marking the exit of the FA''s two most powerful figures on the same day.


    As they left the FA building, Weissman turned down interviews and went home directly. In contrast, Kelly faced countless microphones and cameras, offering a bittersweet smile as he said, "Sometimes, a small mistake can lead to the most painful consequences."


    The reporters on Fleet Street thought he was referring to the bribery of the Welsh FA, but only those involved, those who understood the details, knew what he truly meant.


    That night, in the same park where Aldrich had met Andrew a month prior, autumn had arrived��leaves littered the ground in hues of orange and yellow. Aldrich, wearing a fitted coat, stared pensively at the trees by theke.


    Hearing footsteps behind him, Aldrich snapped back to reality. He turned to find Andrew tossing him a cigarette. The lighter flickered to life as they lit up simultaneously and inhaled, exhaling the smoke into the cool evening air.


    "What are your thoughts moving forward?" Andrew asked yfully.


    Aldrich shook his head. "Nothing."


    That was his honest answer.


    Andrew continued, "Then I''ll work some angles at the FA. You don''t mind, do you?"


    Aldrich frowned. "No need to ask me."


    "Is it unnecessary? Do you think the outside world will see us separately?"


    Aldrich sighed and remarked, "Whatever you want, there are many things you can handle without stepping in yourself. Just use your head."


    "That''s why I''ming to you. Isn''t this clever enough?"


    Aldrich looked at him with resignation. Andrew wrapped his arm around Aldrich''s shoulders, and they walked out together.


    "Why haven''t I seen any women around you recently?"


    "Too annoying."


    "So, what are you busy with?"


    "I travel a lot and deal with sponsors. Our big brother''s business in the United States is booming, and I also get to know a lot of people, which broadens my horizons."


    "Sounds good. In your line of work, connections are more important than anything."


    "And you? Is your pop-star girlfriend always off on concert tours? Aren''t you lonely?"


    "Actually, I''m starting to feel a bit lonely now."


    Aldrich and Andrew chatted freely; Aldrich never hid his true feelings from Andrew.


    Curious, Andrew asked, "I thought you''d just say it was fine. That used to be your standard reply."


    Aldrich looked up at the night sky, feeling a twinge of mncholy. "I don''t know. My mindset has shifted. In the past, I was so consumed with football��24/7, even bathroom breaks. Now that the team has won the league and the Champions League, I find I''m less busy at work, but my mind wanders. Sometimes I feel a void at home at night, and it''s driving me a bit crazy."


    "Come on, let me take you to a fun ce."


    "I''d rather not. I''m not looking to stir up any trouble."


    Aldrich declined the offer, said goodbye to Andrew outside the park, and drove home by himself.

 Chapter 360: Father’s Joy

    <h4>Chapter 360: Father''s Joy</h4>


    As Millwall prepared for their midweek league match, they received some good news: the club''s record transfer signing, Henry, had returned to training!


    After joining in the summer, he had been sidelined with injuries and hadn''t spent any time in the stands watching Millwall y. Aldrich made sure he sat with the substitutes during matches, assigning him the task of analyzing the game, observing the team''s cohesion, and especially focusing on the attacking patterns on the frontline.


    Wenger managed to transform Henry from a winger to a center-forward in just two months, while Aldrich''s expectations were more modest. He just wanted Henry to make a sessful transition this season, believing that next season, Millwall''s attacking power would rival the "Diamond Triad" that dominated the media''s attention back in the 1998 Champions League final.


    Currently, Henry was only engaged in light recovery training. During his breaks, Aldrich would have him stand at the sidelines to watch the team''s attacking and defensive drills, specifically encouraging him to observe Klose''s movements and contributions on the frontline.


    Inparing Klose and Van Nistelrooy, the two central forwards currently featuring for the team, Klose aligns better with Aldrich''s tactical vision. His ability to assist teammates is superior; he effectively creates cover for hidden attacking points on both nks and behind the defense. In contrast, Van Nistelrooy embodies the traditional image of an exemry striker who relies heavily on his teammates for firepower��he''s the ultimate problem-solver on the pitch.


    Aldrich knew what Henry was capable of, so he hoped Henry could not only score but also activate the team''s overall offensive line.


    That yer who had once squared the ball to a teammate when one-on-one with the goalkeeper, drastically increasing the chances of scoring��that was the king of goals in the fabulously united Arsenal team from history.


    Henry was very serious during training. Especially when Aldrich spoke to him personally, he took notes and reflected on the discussions, asionally raising questions that Aldrich would answer in detail. When training was over, Jansen hadpiled some videos for Henry to review at his leisure, focusing on the highlights of Millwall''s past attacking ys, with an emphasis on positioning and decision-making by ball carriers in attack.


    After finishing the Champions League match midweek, they had to face the league again, with an away match against Charlton. Millwall showed signs of fatigue, but fortunately, the match was in London, and the two clubs were rtively close to each other. Furthermore, there was little rivalry between them. Charlton was quite a peculiar team based in South London, surrounded by Crystal Pce, Millwall, and West Ham United to the northeast. However, they seemed to have a neutral rtionship with everyone, with their derby matchescking any real intensity or excitement.


    Millwall managed to secure a narrow victory against Charlton with a long-range goal from Zambrotta, but they slipped to second ce in the standings as Manchester United ughtered Wimbledon 5-1 at home, overtaking Millwall in goal difference.


    With the win secured, Aldrich felt there was no need to nitpick at the team''s performance.


    After returning home following the match, he was interrupted by a phone call while in the shower.


    Upon answering, he realized it was Mnie, who seemed a bit whimsical today. Every now and then, he heard herughter on the line, mixed with an inexplicable excitement in her brief sentences.


    "What''s got you so happy? Shouldn''t you be feeling stressed? Halliwell just announced she''s leaving the Spice Girls��don''t you care?"


    Aldrichy back in the bathtub, phone in hand.


    He wasn''t particrly concerned about the entertainment world, but he did keep an eye on news regarding the Spice Girls in his spare time.


    Just as the North American tour was about to begin, Geri Halliwell suddenly announced her departure from the Spice Girls, possibly retiring from the industry. This news meant nothing to someone like Aldrich, but for the group''s fans, it was a devastating blow.


    "Hehe, I''m not thinking about those things right now. Actually, I have some good news! You''re sharp; guess what it is!"


    Aldrich eximed dramatically, "I know! You''ve defected!"


    "What do you mean?"


    "Today in the Merseyside derby, Liverpool yed Everton to a draw away. So, you''ve be an Everton supporter, which is why you''re so thrilled, right?"


    "Aldrich, you''re insufferable! This has nothing to do with football��take another guess!"


    "Did you sign a major contract with the recordbel?"


    "Psh, that has nothing to do with my career! Guess again!"


    Aldrich continued to guess, but no luck. He finally said with a mix ofughter and frustration, "Can''t you at least give me a hint?"


    "Alright then, here''s a tiny hint: you need to think of two names."


    Aldrich paused, confused, and sighed, "What sort of hint is that?"


    "Hehehe..."


    As her cheerful chuckle echoed in his ear, Aldrich suddenly stood up in the bathtub, sshing water everywhere.


    His expression turned serious, gripping the phone tightly as he gasped heavily, finally stuttering, "Y-You, you, you''re pregnant?"


    "Yay! You got it right. Congrattions! You''re going to be a dad!"


    Aldrich''s heart raced violently, and he excitedly asked, "Really? You''re not joking, are you?"


    "Really! I just got back from the hospital; it''s absolutely true!"


    "Wow! Wow... I''m going to be a dad? I''m going to be a dad..."


    Aldrich, ecstatic, danced around in the bathtub,pletely naked, like a madman.


    On the other end, Mnie listened to him shout with joy, herughter echoing through the phone and filling Aldrich''s ears.


    "Wait for me! I''ming to find you right now."


    Aldrich quickly hung up the phone, booked a ticket, and called the club to ask for a two-day leave. Fortunately, there were no matches in midweek.


    When he confirmed he would soon have a child, a wave of uncontainable joy surged within him. At that moment, he realized he wanted kids; he hoped for a family of his own, aplete family to call his own.


    On the way to the airport, Aldrich called Arthur.


    The old hooligan hadn''t returned home yet, still out with friends drinking. When Aldrich called, the noise in the bar made it hard for Arthur to hear what was being said.


    He moved to a quieter spot before answering, "Son, what did you just say?"


    "I''m going to be a dad! Mnie is pregnant."


    "Oh, is it yours?"


    Aldrich, sitting in a taxi, felt a sense of helplessness at Arthur''s question.


    "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"


    "I didn''t mean that, but hasn''t she been abroad?"


    "She came backst month, and calcting the time, it''s pretty much right for her to start showing. Damn it, why am I exining this to you? I know you don''t like her..."


    "Alright, since you''re sure it''s your kid, I''m happy for you. Son, congrattions! You''re about to experience the pain of being a dad like I did; raising you guys was no easy feat. You have no idea how hard I worked."


    "Is that so? Didn''t you say I was found in a dumpster?"


    "..."


    After hanging up the phone, Arthur shut his eyes and couldn''t help but grin.


    When he returned to the main hall of the bar, he hopped onto a table and eximed, "Tonight, it''s all on me!"


    His old pals were left speechless. Amelia clutched his pant leg, close to tears, saying, "Hey, are you drunk again?"


    We''ve got money, but this isn''t how you spend it!


    However, Arthur was perfectly sober. Amidst the cheering, he jumped down from the table, hugged his wife, grabbed a beer bottle, and toasted with his old friends whileughing heartily, "Aldrich is going to be a dad; little Hall II is on the way!"


    He had enough self-awareness not to call Aldrich''s child Hall III. The achievements Aldrich brought to Millwall were beyondparison, and simply having a son like this was enough for him to feel proud��there was no need to embellish himself further.


    Amelia, too, was dumbfounded with pleasant surprise.


    His old friends nearby joked, "The baby hasn''t even arrived! How do you know it''s a boy? If it''s a girl, will she still be Hall II?"


    Arthur shrugged and said, "I have three sons, and my eldest has a son too. That''s the proud tradition of the Hall family."


    "Statistically, it''s impossible for it to always be boys..."


    "Statistics, my ass. You were selling dirty videos on the streets without even graduating elementary school; what do you know about statistics?"


    "Hahaha..."


    After chatting among themselves, the group raised their sses to celebrate Arthur and Amelia.


    After the initial joy, Amelia quietly asked Arthur, "Who''s having a baby with Aldrich?"


    Arthur rolled his eyes and replied, "Chisholm."


    Amelia pouted but didn''t say anything more.


    Neither of the old couple liked that pop star, not because of her looks or personality, but because she was a singer with no time to spend with Aldrich. They felt sorry for their youngest son and hoped he would have a woman who could always be there with him; that''s what life should be like.


    Just as they had never liked the supermodel girlfriend Andrew brought home, which led to Andrew remaining single to this day. Even when he had brief rtionships, he wouldn''t bring anyone home just to avoid trouble.


    While Aldrich waited in the airport lounge for his flight, he kept sending messages to his friends.


    Strangely, he rarely shared personal things, like his birthday or career achievements. But today, he was eager to let the whole world know that he was going to be a father. It brought him immense joy.


    Bat and Andrew both called him right away; Bat happened to be in America and offered to pick him up at the airport.


    He was slightly out of his mind today.


    While waiting in line to board the ne, he turned and smiled at the middle-aged woman behind him. She looked at him warily, but he held out his hand and said, "I''m going to be a father."


    The woman looked confused, shook his hand stiffly, and congratted him vaguely. She looked at Aldridge''s face for a while and shook her head.


    In her mind, she thought: The young man is quite handsome and resembles that prominent young Englishman, but what a shame��he seems a bit off.


    When Aldrich boarded the ne, he eagerly shook hands with the flight attendants, repeating, "I''m going to be a dad!"


    The flight attendants thought he was making advances, awkwardly maintaining their smiles. After Aldrich found his seat, the attendants whispered among themselves, cautioning one another, "Watch out for that man."


    Aldrich was oblivious, unaware that he had been branded a "creep."


    The flight from London to New York wasn''t short, but Aldrich felt no urge to sleep; he was restless with excitement.


    How unfortunate! The seat next to him was empty, and there was no one to chat with to pass the time.


    With nothing else to do, Aldrich began nning his future.


    Now that he was going to have a child, he couldn''t stay in that small apartment anymore. It felt too cramped. To put it simply, he didn''t want topromise on his child''s upbringing, even if it seemed inconsequential until the child grew up.


    He enthusiastically wrote down his future life n and carefully guarded the piece of paper as if it were a diary. However, he never expected that this piece of paper covered with dense handwriting would eventually be waste paper.

 Chapter 361: Fork in the Road

    <h4>Chapter 361: Fork in the Road</h4>


    When Aldrichnded in New York, Bat came to greet him directly. Inside the expansive Lincoln limousine, Aldrich hadn''t gotten any sleep yet was still full of energy, chatting away with Bat about his excitement over bing a father.


    Bat was slightly worried, as he kept urging Aldrich to calm down. Having already experienced fatherhood, he understood the happiness Aldrich felt, but he struggled to understand the extreme level of his exuberance.


    Of course he couldn''t understand. In fact, considering Aldrich''s age and the life he had lived in his previous life, he was already in his forties. After living for more than forty years, he was about to have his own child. It wasn''t that he had been longing for it but had not been able to do so. It was just that the unexpected joy came like a tide, which was why he was so happy.


    Bat invited Aldrich to stay at his luxurious mansion in the U.S., but Aldrich declined. He was eager to see Mnie and asked Bat to have the driver take him to the hotel where she was staying.


    As Aldrich walked into the hotel and approached Mnie''s room, he suddenly felt an unexpected calm wash over him.


    Mnie stood there in casual clothes, her lips curled into a smile as she looked at him, waiting for him to rush in and sweep her up in his arms. But instead, Aldrich stepped into the room, gently closed the door behind him, and gazed at her with soft eyes.


    "Damn it, Aldrich, what are you waiting for? Come here and hug me!"


    Mnie dashed towards him and jumped into his embrace, holding him tightly.


    Aldrich reciprocated the embrace but was careful. "Be careful, be careful..."


    He gently pressed his hand against her back, urging her to avoid any sudden movements.


    Mnie cupped his face with her hands, grinning as she said, "Look at how nervous you are! I don''t feel anything! If I hadn''t missed my period recently, no one would even have known I was pregnant."


    "Not knowing before is one thing, but now that we do, we have to be careful."


    Aldrich released her and took her hand, leading her to sit on the edge of the bed.


    Noticing the bloodshot lines in his eyes, Mnie asked with concern, "You didn''t rest at all, did you?"


    Aldrich smiled, "Couldn''t sleep."


    "Well, you need to sleep now! It''s a must!"


    Mnie gently took off his clothes, coaxing him to lie down in bed. She removed her outerwear as well, slipping into the covers beside him, leaning against his shoulder, with one hand resting on his chest. "Let''s make you morefortable."


    Aldrich breathed in the fragrance of her hair and closed his eyes in satisfied fatigue. As sleep began to overtake him, he spoke to Mnie in a faint voice.


    "I''ve thought of names for the baby. If it''s a boy, I''ll call him Bert. If it''s a girl, she''ll be Bonnie."


    "Bert and Bonnie. Those are lovely names."


    Mnie encouraged him toe up with those two names, and Aldrich felt he hadpleted his task.


    She reflected on the meaning��Bert symbolizing brilliance and glory, and Bonnie signifying elegance and kindness.


    "Let''s hope our child will live up to their name, just like you, Aldrich. A wise ruler, Hall, the glory of a hero��Aldrich Hall. Haha, the wise and glorious hero ruler."


    "That''s every parent''s best wish for their child..."


    Aldrich finally dozed off. Mnie tilted her chin, gazing into his face closely, then gently pressed a kiss on his lips before closing her eyes, peacefully resting in his embrace.


    When Aldrich woke up, he found the room dim with nightfall, and the clock on the wall showed it was already 11 PM.


    Mnie''s suite had a separate living room apart from the bedroom, and she was in the living room watching TV with the volume low.


    In his hurry toe, Aldrich hadn''t packed any change of clothes, so he put his suit back on, though it wasn''t perfectly tidy.


    As he walked into the living room, Mnie turned and smiled, "Did I wake you?"


    If he hadn''t walked into the living room, he wouldn''t have even heard the TV. Aldrich leaned down to kiss her passionately before sitting beside her. Mnie called to order food from the hotel.


    She had already arranged for the staff to prepare a sumptuous meal, all they needed was for Aldrich to wake up so they could deliver it.


    While they were enjoying their meal in the living room, Aldrich suddenly said, "Let''s get married."


    Mnie was momentarily stunned, and Aldrich continued, "You''ll go back to London, and we''ll buy a new house. We could even live in the suburbs; it''s a bit far from where I work, but that doesn''t matter."


    Recovering from her surprise, Mnie frowned and asked, "Aldrich, what are you talking about?"


    Aldrich responded with a grin, "I''m talking about us. We''re getting married, of course we''ll have to live together, especially now that we''re having a child. We need to raise the baby together, right?"


    Mnie retorted, "What about my job? What about my career?"


    Aldrich replied matter-of-factly, "Geri has decided to leave the group, and the other Spice Girls��Victoria wants to quit too? If it weren''t for Beckham bing a scapegoat in France, they all should have been married by now. Your career has been sessful, but I think now is a great time to step into a new phase of life."


    Mnie shook her head resolutely. "Are you implying I should just be a housewife? Aldrich, I can''t control what others decide. Geri''s exit is her choice, and if Victoria chooses to marry Beckham and take on the role of a full-time wife, that''s her decision. I''m not done; my career has only really taken off in the past three or four years. Sure, the Spice Girls have had their victories, and while there''s talk of a breakup, that doesn''t signal the end of my career. I believe I can achieve sess without the other members."


    Aldrich furrowed his brow slightly and replied softly, "I''m not doubting your ability to seed without the Spice Girls. I just think that to build aplete family, we should at the very least live together, especially considering we''re having a baby."


    "I don''t think having a child means we need to have a parent home 24/7! Many couples do just fine. I see no problem with that!"


    "No, you''re missing my point. I want aplete family��with me, with you, and with our child. I want toe home after work to see my wife and child at the dinner table, discussing anything about life, rather than always feeling like we''re just dating intermittently."


    Aldrich stood up, raising his voice with a serious expression.


    Mnie also stood and faced him, "You have a career, and I have one too. Why should I give mine up? Why can''t you give up your job to be with me instead?"


    Aldrich was left speechless.


    Yes, why should he ask Mnie to give up her career to fulfill his desires?


    Having lived in Europe for over a decade, Aldrich was finally experiencing the differences in Eastern and Western perspectives firsthand.


    When it came to family values, he was somewhat traditional. He believed a family should have a man working outside while, if conditions allowed, the woman should stay home, especially with children to raise.


    The living room atmosphere turned tense, both of them silent and avoiding each other''s eyes. Mnie turned her head away, while Aldrich ced one hand on his hip and the other on his forehead, slightly bowing his head.


    He was clearly deep in contemtion.


    However, his thinking caused Mnie to feel a rising panic.


    Aldrich was not the type to make unreasonable scenes or explode in anger. After years of being together, she hade to know him well; if there was no harmony, they would simply go their separate ways.


    His contemtion was undoubtedly about making a decision.


    He was a stubborn man, particrly when someone craved something deeply; the strength of that desire could make one''s stance incredibly firm.


    Feeling aggrieved, Mnie''s eyes glistened with tears as she instinctively sought to pierce the heavy silence with the most natural reaction for a woman.


    Venting her feelings.


    "Aldrich, I love you, and I know you love me too. But you say you want to marry me without even preparing an engagement ring, mentioning it so lightly! I don''t expect grand romance, but shouldn''t a proposal be more formal?"


    By bringing up marriage, she simply wanted to remind Aldrich of the reality of their rtionship.


    Aldrich lifted his head and said calmly, "Marriage? I don''t know. If our situation doesn''t change before and after marriage, then what''s the point? I was wrong earlier; I shouldn''t have taken for granted that you would give up your career. But if we can''t agree on this, I feel like things won''t move in the direction we hope for. Mnie, please consider my request seriously. I know that transforming from Mnie Chisholm, the singer, to Mnie Hall would require a significant sacrifice on your part..."


    Before Aldrich could finish his thoughts, Mnie shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes, and eximed, "No, I can''t ept that! You''ve spent years learning, traveling throughout Europe, and attending football academies to achieve your sess. What about me? I''ve dedicated my sweat and effort day by day to get where I am! You can''t give up easily; why should I? Aldrich, we can choose not to get married, and maintaining our current situation��even with a child��wouldn''t have a big effect. We can hire a nanny and have family to help us out..."


    "But that''s not what I want," he insisted. "My job is different from yours. You''re in Berlin today and Paris tomorrow, enjoying the scenery while working. For me, most of my year revolves around training fields and clubs. I need more elements of life in my routine. I want toe home excited after work, knowing someone is waiting for me. I want to see my wife, to see my child, so I can forget my exhaustion and feel fulfilled! That''s what I want. Can you give that to me? Can


    Aldrich''s tone softened, sounding almost like a plea.


    But Mnie remained silent, tears stream down her cheeks.


    Aldrich had received his answer.


    He looked down and let out a self-deprecating smile.


    He had been so naive.


    Love and life, sometimes, were two entirely different things.


    He walked back into the bedroom to slip on his shoes and then returned to the living room by Mnie''s side, attempting to wipe away the tears from her cheeks. But Mnie forcefully swatted his hand away.


    "Take care of yourself."


    "What does that mean? Are you breaking up with me?"


    Mnie turned to stare into his eyes, unyielding.


    Aldrich said softly, "I just want you to take some time to think clearly."


    "I don''t need that!"


    He gazed at her deeply for a moment before heading to the door, opening it, and exiting.

 Chapter 362: Record-breaking offer

    <h4>Chapter 362: Record-breaking offer</h4>


    On the day Aldrich checked into the hotel, he was dressed impably in his suit, radiating high spirits. Yet, by the time he exited in the dead of night, his shirt was untucked, buttons left undone, making him look rather ragged��like a wealthy man who had swiftly fallen to ruin.


    As he stepped outside and looked up at the sky, he could see nothing through the towering skyscrapers that surrounded him; the concrete jungle blotted out the stars.


    Aldrich reached into his pocket, intending to pull out his phone, but instead, he felt a piece of paper. He took it out and realized it was the life n he had written on the ne. With a self-deprecating smile, he crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside, then turned back to the hotel to ask the staff to call a taxi for him.


    On the way to the airport, he called Mnie''s family.


    He felt uncertain about what his rtionship with Mnie would look like in the future.


    The worst-case scenario would be a breakup. As for whether Mnie would keep the baby, Aldrich had never considered it; after all, he subconsciously believed that Mnie wasn''t cruel enough to make such a choice.


    Unlike Aldrich''s family who had reservations about Mnie, her parents were quite fond of him. Yet every year, there were a couple of days when their affection would drop to almost hatred, and that was on the days Millwall faced Liverpool.


    Mnie''s parents had learned about her pregnancy, and when Aldrich called them, he hoped they would focus on supporting her during this time. They understood, acknowledging that Aldrich''s job made it impossible for him to be there with Mnie. The couple was already nning toe to the U.S. to support their daughter.


    Aldrich didn''t mention his argument with Mnie; they woulde to understand it once they arrived in America.


    During the call, Aldrich patiently exined many details, even frankly mentioning that Mnie had mild anxiety and would binge-eat whenever she felt upset. He hoped her parents would pay attention to this while taking care of her...


    After returning to London, Aldrich rested at home for a whole day and, once adjusted to the time difference, dove into work. That was the only way he could avoid his worries.


    He informed his family, friends, and some colleagues about bing a father but chose not to tell the yers.


    Thus, when he became stricter during training and wore a serious expression most of the time, the yers thought Aldrich was just raising his standards.


    However, the coaching staff noticed Aldrich''s unhappiness and inquired privately, but he remained tight-lipped.


    It was clear to anyone paying attention that something was off in Aldrich''s personal life.


    Just the day before, he had been excitedly talking about bing a father.


    Now, it felt as if nothing had ever happened, and he had turned gloomy.


    Craig even spected to Jansen about whether the child might not be Aldrich''s.


    It wasn''t until the next "coaches'' beer night" that Aldrich revealed the truth of the matter to them.


    Older coaches like Jansen, Craig, and Klinsmann were more understanding.


    They had all been married and returned home each day to see their wives and children, so it was hard to imagine, as Aldrich did, marrying yet still living alone. What was the point of that?


    In the end, the coachesforted Aldrich. Although he was the clear leader and authority figure at work, in life, they felt that Aldrich was more like a little brother.


    Klinsmann straightforwardly told Aldrich: "You and her, your personalities are too simr, and you can''t bnce each other out in life."


    Aldrich thought for a moment and realized that might be true.


    Both of them were career-driven. If they were busy with their careers, then there wasn''t much time to focus on the family. When married, it would be enough for one partner to take on that role.


    During the weekend match against Southampton at home, Aldrich remained seated on the bench for the entirety of the game, observing closely. The team had reached a level of cohesion, and what they needed now was stability while waiting for injured yers to return. Millwall''s strength would rise again.


    Aldrich gave Ronaldinho plenty of ying time. However, he maintained a consistent rhythm of one match a week, adjusting the frequency based on opponents and timing.


    Ronaldinho didn''t y in the previous weekend''s match after a Champions League game midweek, but he returned to the pitch today against Southampton. Aldrich had intentionally set things up for hiseback, but he wasn''t nning to feature him in the League Cup next week.


    After nearly ten days of being sidelined, Ronaldinho put in an impressive performance today, especially as he began to adapt to his role on the field.


    This change was primarily due to his passive adjustment ording to Nedved''s positioning.


    When Nedved positioned himself as an attacking midfielder, Ronaldinho would infiltrate the penalty area to threaten the goal. When Nedved made runs forward, Ronaldinho would drop back to help orchestrate the final y.


    At the Lion''s Den, their constant interchanging created significant trouble for the opposition, dismantling their defense and exposing gaps.


    Moreover, Gronkjaer on the right nk demanded close monitoring from Southampton, alleviating Millwall''s earlier attacking woes and gradually releasing their offensive arsenal.


    "Ronaldinho makes a run into the penalty area, Nedved''s precise through ballnds perfectly. Ronaldinho pulls it across, slipping past a defender. He readies for the shot, but wow! Instead of shooting, he passes it across the goal, leaving an unmarked Van Nistelrooy to tap it in! 3-0! In the 70th minute, Millwall scores again with goals from Gronkjaer, Van Nistelrooy, and Lampard. There''s still time left, but the oue is beyond doubt."


    Having already assisted twice, Ronaldinho was putting in the effort. In the dying moments of the match, he sacrificed a chance to score by passing the ball to Nedved when he found himself one-on-one with the goalkeeper. Nedved effortlessly slotted it home.


    "Hat-trick of assists! Ronaldinho''s performance today highlighted his potential to be a superstar. Millwall''s talent development capabilities are astonishing! In Hall''s squad, there may be unfamiliar names, but today''s anonymity may very well turn into the talk of Europe tomorrow!"


    Millwall decimated Southampton 4-0, yet Aldrich remained stoic throughout, allowing only a smile and apuse during the goals.


    Ronaldinho earned the title of Man of the Match, but during the post-match interview, Aldrich doused him with cold water.


    In front of the cameras, Aldrich stated seriously, "Yes, he yed well. But this is his standard level. I believe he can be even better. We are a strong team; he is expected to perform at this level. We can''t elevate him too highly right now because if he were at a mid- to lower-tier team, he wouldn''t perform like this. It''s his teammates that enable him to shine, and if he bescent or proud, he will soon find himself left behind by his talented teammates."


    Since the match against Inter Mn in the Champions League, Ronaldinho had be the focus of attention from Europe''s top clubs, all eager to lure him away from Millwall.


    However, Ronaldinho remained indifferent to transfer discussions. When Aldrich attempted to temper expectations during an interview, media outlets eagerly jumped at the opportunity to suggest there was disharmony between the coach and yer.


    When interviewed outside the Leo training center, Ronaldinho was clear: he valued Aldrich''s insight and advice, stating inly, "The boss is doing this for my own good."


    Aldrich had no personal vendetta against any yer. Every iing yer had been personally discussed with him. Those who couldn''t reach an agreement simply didn''t join, like Liverpool''s trio or Ibrahimovic during the summer transfer period when they had a phone conversation.


    Every word he spoke was meant to make the yers better.


    Much like how many famous coaches warn young talents who achieve fame early.


    As long as a yer isn''t overly arrogant, believing sesses easy, they will understand the head coach''s intentions.


    Ronaldinho maintained a level head, which Aldrich was d to see.


    His attitude would dictate his future.


    Ronaldinho''s name became a hot topic in European football recently.


    In the uing matches, the most notable stars for Millwall were Nedved and Ronaldinho.


    In the League Cup, thanks to goals from Van der Meyde and Klose, Millwallfortably defeated Burnley to advance to the quarter-finals.


    In Premier League Round 11, Millwall traveled to Tyneside to face Newcastle. Since Kevin Keegan was dismissed, Newcastle had plummeted, and Dalglish was sacked in August; the new manager was former Chelsea manager Gullit.


    Newcastle hoped Gullit would steer the team back to an attacking style of y. Dalglish''sst season had seen the club score the lowest number of goals in Premier League history��only 35 goals over 38 matches. They even scored fewer goals than they conceded! As a former heavyweight, Newcastle had even contended for the title the previous season. Such performance was unbearable!


    Unfortunately, Gullit didn''t have much to work with; aside from Shearer, there were no other standout yers.


    After Gin and Ferdinand left for Spurs, Newcastle''s offense deteriorated dramatically.


    Moreover, their ongoing defensive problems had yet to be resolved, and the club''s management could look back on a series of erroneous decisions.


    Keegan left due to defensive inadequacies; they hired Dalglish to improve defense, only to worsen the offense in the process. Now they hired Gullit, hoping to restore their attack, but the defensive issues persisted.


    Newcastle''s current situation exemplifies a team unable to bnce both ends. ying at home against Millwall, Aldrich remained seated, watching the entire match.


    The new 4-4-2 formation relied on quick wing y to prate the opponent''s defense. If Newcastle wanted to attack at home, they could do just that; besides Shearer, everyone else posed no threat. They could not execute intricate passing and movement. If they marked Shearer tightly, their attacking prowess woulde to a halt.


    Aldrich left Ronaldinho off the lineup today and substituted Duff instead.


    Duff and Gronkjaer, the two wingers, yed crucial roles in providing waves of support for forwards Van Nistelrooy and Nedved.


    When the final whistle blew, the scoreboard read 2-0, with Newcastle sumbing to defeat at home.


    Van Nistelrooy and Nedved each scored a goal.


    Aldrich shook hands with Gullit and had a lengthy chat today.


    No longer adversaries, Aldrich felt free to converse with Gullit since thetter was no longer Chelsea''s manager. If it were at Lion''s Den, he might even invite Gullit to his office for a drink; it simply depended on how long Gullit could remain at Newcastle before facing Aldrich again in the second half of the season.


    In the Champions League, Millwall orchestrated a massacre.


    They trounced the visiting Austrian champions, Graz, 7-0.


    In that match, Ronaldinho stunned Europe with a phenomenal four-goal performance.


    With winter yet to arrive, offers from top clubs across Europe had already been secretly sent to Millwall, with one bid reaching an astonishing ��100 million!


    The target was none other than the emerging superstar, Ronaldinho!

 Chapter 363: New Sponsorship Agreement

    <h4>Chapter 363: New Sponsorship Agreement</h4>


    On Thursday night, at the ck Hotel in London.


    This is an expensive five-star hotel in the heart of London. In the VIP suite, four men and two women gathered around a round table.


    They were in the midst of a card game, with chips, fine wine, and snacks spread out in front of them.


    To Aldrich''s left sat Yvonne, and to his right was an elegantdy, Ms. Elena, an executive from British Airways.


    The other yers at the table included Carter from Standard Chartered Bank, Fitz from Faeton Insurance, and Rudis from Ladbrokes.


    Apart from Yvonne, everyone else at the table had a coborative rtionship with Millwall.


    Millwall had be a VIP for British Airways, traveling extensively.


    Standard Chartered was the current sponsor of Millwall''s jersey logo.


    For club contracts, an insurancepany had to be involved, and Faeton Insurance considered Millwall a key client. Ladbrokes was one of the stadium''s advertising sponsors.


    Aldrich''s social activities had noticeably increased. Aside from the club''s regr beer nights, he also participated in poker nights like this one and book club meetings hosted by Ms. Rowling.


    If he had to lead a match during the week, he basically had events scheduled every evening.


    He did this to keep from staying at home dwelling on troubling thoughts.


    Tonight, luck seemed to be on his side; he had umted a considerable amount of chips in front of him.


    Rudis, having a bad hand, quickly folded. He raised his ss to Aldrich and quietly asked, "I''ve heard that many big clubs are interested in Ronaldinho and offering decent bids. Is Millwall willing to take the risk of keeping him?"


    If a young yer under 20 receives substantial offers, the club''s decision to sell or not bes debatable.


    Selling him would yield significant transfer ie, which is quite realistic.


    Not selling him entails risk; many talented yers end up as forgotten figures. If he isn''t sold at a high price, it would mean a loss, potentially affecting the team''s performance.


    Aldrich ced a card down, tossed some chips in, and turned with a smile, "What odds is Ladbrokes offering for Ronaldinho not transferring? I could bet five million pounds that he will stay. Are you in?"


    Rudis was momentarily speechless, while the others burst intoughter.


    As the game progressed to the final round, it came down to a duel between Aldrich and the beautiful Elena. With a calm smile, Elena pushed all her chips forward and said to Aldrich, "You wouldn''t ruin the mood, would you?"


    Aldrich nced at his watch and replied, "It''s gettingte; let''s call it a night."


    He pushed his chips forward, revealing his hand without any theatrics. Elena revealed her cards as well, and with aparison, Aldrich lost.


    "Thanks for that," Elena said with a chuckle.


    Raising an eyebrow, Aldrich remarked, "I think this might be rted to my recent luck. I always feel like things start off well but end disastrously. It seems like fate loves to pull the rug out from under me."


    Once the card game wrapped up, Yvonne donned her snow-white coat and stepped outside to wait for Aldrich. After saying goodbye to the others, Carter lingered behind to talk with Aldrich.


    "The new season has been underway for three months, and Millwall has been doing quite well, especially with many neers stepping up, attracting significant attention in European football. The first team is now valued at over two hundred million pounds, and people are curious about how many future stars you really have hidden in your team."


    Carter''s words puzzled Aldrich.


    He knew the rtionship between Millwall and Standard Chartered was purely a business partnership, with no real exchanges in football terms. What was the point of Carter telling him this?


    Aldrich was already aware of the first team''s worth.


    Just Larsson and Nedv��d together were worth over fifty million pounds.


    Confused, Aldrich looked at Carter, who continued, "Now, people are not only focusing on Millwall''s first team; they''re also very interested in your reserve and youth teams, especially because they''ve been performing phenomenally."


    Aldrich shrugged; there was some truth to what he said.


    Millwall''s reserve team had won the reserve league championship for two consecutive years, and this year, they had been leadingfortably since the season began, with yers like Vicente, the recovering Henry, and Pedrettipeting in the reserves, ensuring solid results.


    The youth team had dominated the youth league for years, having only missed out on the Youth FA Cup championship two seasons ago. In addition, sincest season, they had faced strong European clubs'' youth teams, achieving impressive results, so it was no surprise that the youth team attracted attention.


    Many top European clubs were keen to recruit Millwall''s young yers, but these youngsters were not eager to leave unless the big clubs promised them ying time, which was something those big clubs couldn''t guarantee.


    Mid-tier teams might offer starting positions to youth yers, but these youth yers were not interested; they wanted to stay at Millwall to evaluate theirpetition. If they could secure a ce in Millwall, that would be ideal. If not, they might consider moving to other teams to further their careers.


    The mostmon discussions surrounding Millwall''s youth team were whether certain yers would be the next Nedv��d, Larsson''s sessor, or even the next Pirlo...


    "I understand what you''re saying, but what exactly are you implying?"


    In response to Aldrich''s question, Carter said softly, "I have a friend at umbro. They want to gauge your reaction through me."


    "umbro? Are they looking to coborate? But we just signed a new two-year deal with Puma this summer. If they want to partner up, we can discuss it in a year and a half."


    "No, no, it''s not about the first team. They want to sponsor the reserve and youth teams��essentially all the teams except Millwall''s first team!"


    Aldrich fell into thought at these words.


    Having sponsors for reserve and youth teams is rare in global football and has no precedent in major European leagues.


    But that could change; Manchester United''s sponsorship for their reserve team exceeds the total sponsorship revenue of many mid-tier clubs!


    They could be the first club in Europe to generate substantial ie from a reserve team.


    Aldrich didn''t think long; if it could generate revenue, there was no reason to hesitate.


    "That sounds great! As long as the price is right, Millwall wees another partnership. However, we first need to speak with Puma to see how they feel about it. If they are not interested in sponsoring the reserve and youth teams, we can then talk to other sponsors."


    Carter nodded in agreement, appreciating Aldrich''s respect for partners in the business arena.


    There wasn''t a hint of greed in Aldrich''s demeanor.


    On the drive home, Yvonne sat in the passenger seat, slightly turning to quietly observe Aldrich.


    She was well aware of Mnie''s pregnancy; while others had congratted Aldrich and showered him with gifts, she remained unmoved.


    "Want to chat?"


    Yvonne shattered the silence.


    Aldrich, driving the car, sensed what she wanted to discuss and replied curtly, "Not in the mood to talk."


    Family, friends, and colleagues had given him advice andfort, portraying him as a victim in life filled with grievances��this wasn''t the image he wanted; he despised appearing helpless in others'' eyes.


    He didn''t need anyone''sfort or suggestions; this was between him and Mnie. If they could reconcile, great. If not, there was no need to dwell.


    "Why don''t you give me a chance?"


    "Especially now, I really don''t want to discuss it."


    Aldrich turned on the radio to listen to the broadcast.


    When they arrived at the apartment, Yvonne got out of the car, and Aldrich parked in the garage before heading home to rest.


    After finishing a European match midweek, Millwall faced a derby on the weekend. The away game was somewhatckluster; Derby County had shed their image as a weak team this season and ranked in the upper-middle tier, catching many by surprise. They were full of energy, while Millwall seemed a bit distracted during the match, attempting to control the pace but often intercepted, leading to quick counterattacks. Within the first 30 minutes, they fell behind by two goals. After scoring those two goals, Derby County began to defend with all their might, aiming to secure all three points.


    This choice proved to be a huge mistake. Once they withdrew into defense, Millwall''s previous disadvantages diminished, allowing them to control the game. Furthermore, there was still plenty of time. Millwall''s inherent traits as contenders began to surface; they calmly took charge of the match, scoring two goals in the 56th and 77th minutes to level the score. When the match was tied, Derby County grew frantic in their pursuit,unching all-out attacks, but Millwall''s final counterattack cut through the opposition''s defense. Unfortunately, Vandermeade missed a clear chance. In the end, they had to settle for a draw.


    Recently, Aldrich had indeed been quite busy. Besides training and matches, he had held secret meetings with sponsors and club management to discuss topics simr to those fromst year.


    The Ballon d''Or.


    Last season, Millwall strongly backed Larsson, but this year, there wasn''t much debate; the clear front-runner was Nedv��d.


    Larsson''s goal count had dipped, and he had started the new season injured. Other key yers who helped Millwall clinch the Champions League titlest season, particrly attackers Trezeguet and Shevchenko, had left the squad. Millwall was fullymitted to promoting Nedv��d as their contender for the Ballon d''Or.


    Considering the time frame since 1998, Nedv��d''s club stats surpassed all midfielders in Europe!


    As of November, he hadted numerous goals and provided assists in allpetitions, particrly in the European matches early in the year, where he scored crucial goals, establishing himself as Millwall''s star in their ascent to European glory.


    His market valuation had exceeded twenty million pounds, which was an estimation rather than his actual transfer price. If other clubs wanted to sell a yer of Nedv��d''s caliber, they would demand at least thirty million pounds. Yet, Millwall had consistentlybeled Nedv��d as non-transferable!


    In line withst year''s approach, Millwall was promoting Nedv��d''s annual achievements through both traditional and new media, showcasing highlights of his performance and engaging sportsmentators to discuss his contributions, making Nedv��d the focal point of European attention.


    In the thirteenth round of the Premier League, Millwall faced the strong Leicester City at home, once again contending directly with Martin O''Neill''s team.


    This match left Aldrich feeling quite pained, as O''Neill had simplified his tactics against strong teams with the arrival of Tony and Gudjohnsen.


    Seven defenders plus three attackers.


    Leicester City had performed impressively for two consecutive years, drawing attention from mid-tier teams, making O''Neill face difficulties when ying against weaker teams. However, against stronger sides, his team actually seemed moreposed; they struggled upfront but excelled on the counter.


    After 90 minutes, the two teams finished in a 1:1 draw.


    Aldrich genuinely began to long for Pirlo''s adept organizational skills in midfield...

 Chapter 364: The Youthful Storm

    <h4>Chapter 364: The Youthful Storm</h4>


    After the match against Leicester City, Aldrich invited O''Neill to his office for a chat. He opened a bottle of fine wine, and they both settled onto the sofa, their minds swirling with thoughts.


    "Our pre-season expectations seem rather foolish now. Leicester City''s ambition to make a name for themselves in the Premier League faces immense challenges. Even if the yers are dedicated and focused, ack of skill cannot be masked by team spirit."


    O''Neill drank his wine, a heavy bitterness settling in.


    Aldrich nodded in agreement. Leicester City''s performance thus far had been prizing��strong against tough teams but utterly unable to capitalize against weaker ones, making it tremendously difficult to earn victories.


    When weaker teams focused on defense against Leicester City, even with the Tony and Gudjohnsen duo, they still found it hard to break through.


    Once an opponent counter-attacked, Leicester City''s defensive prowess paled inparison to their opponents'' attacking strength.


    "Yeah, you want to bring Leicester City into the upper echelon of the Premier League, but let''s be honest, it''s nearly impossible. Liverpool, Arsenal, Manchester United, Chelsea��even Leeds United��have stronger squads. The strength of a team fundamentally relies on the individual capabilities of its yers. While it''s not an absolute rule, take Spurs and Everton from the past two years; both had decent squads, yet they couldn''t gel as a team. Leicester City''s attack is somewhatpetent; they could hold their own in the Premier League with enough goal-scoring and limiting attacks from mid to lower table teams. But the higher they climb the table, the more crucial defense bes. Teams at the top not only have solid attacks, but it''s also about whose defense can withstand pressure and who can contain their rivals in critical matches."


    O''Neill seemed to ponder this for a moment, then suddenly became enthusiastic, asking Aldrich for the tactical board. He started discussing strategies with him.


    Aldrich was more than happy to engage. With the game concluded, he wasn''t keen to head home just yet. Having someone to talk tactics with was a wee distraction.


    O''Neill''s main focus was on the role of the attacking midfielder.


    His coaching abilities were beyond doubt. In the past, when Ferguson announced his retirements, O''Neill was always a top candidate to seed him. However, the first time he chose to manage the Scottish giants Celtic, and the second time he stayed with Celtic as Ferguson changed his mind.


    O''Neill particrly mentioned two teams: Arsenal and the newly crowned World Cup champions, France.


    One had an attacking midfielder, while the other did not.


    Aldrich calmly informed O''Neill that the only tactical difference between the two was that Arsenal had weakened their central offensive y by relying on speedy wing attacks. On the other hand, Francepromised their forward line.


    Themonality? Double holding midfielders.


    The purpose was clear: to bolster defense.


    This, he asserted, was also the trend moving forward. It wasn''t that people didn''t want to see talented attacking midfielders showcasing their magical skills; it was simply that in an increasingly utilitarianndscape of football, a single holding midfielder couldn''t be relied upon. If the opponent had an exceptional attacking midfielder against your lone defensive midfielder, the one-on-one sess rate would be rming, rendering the defensive line nearly useless.


    Arsenal chose to forego an attacking midfielder, focusing their attacks on the wings, with support arriving from the midfield.


    France, having weakened their front line, could be said to y in a 4-2-3-1 or 4-3-3 formation; one could also argue it was a 4-5-1, where the double holding midfielders provided protection for the outstanding Zidane.


    In the past, O''Neill''s tactics didn''t include an attacking midfielder either, relying on wing y for counter-attacks. But now he wanted to set up with one, although the effectiveness was far from ideal, especially since hecked quality yers in that role. Losing the ball when organizing an attack would leave his defense vulnerable.


    Aldrich suggested considering using themonly seen single-wing system in Italy��maintaining two holding midfielders, adding an attacking midfielder, and a wide midfielder. The focus of attacks would be down one side, while the attacking midfielder could drop back to support defensively. At least the system would be rtively bnced.


    For smaller teams, the luxury of dual wings was unattainable without adequate yers, so they had to y to their strengths. While the attacking potency might be somewhat diminished, they wouldn''t be left in tears if caught out on the counter.


    He and O''Neill discussed this up until 9 PM, then went out for dinner, continuing their tactical discussions at the table.


    After the league match, a week of double fixtures awaited. Millwall was off to Europe, facing off against Graz in the fourth round of the Champions League group stage at Wembley.


    In the previous round, they had obliterated the opposition with a 7-0 victory. For the rematch, Aldrich fielded several young yers, downying the challenge at the pre-match press conference: "If Millwall can win this match, we''ll secure advancement to the knockout stage. The difficulty isn''t high; I''ll be sending out many young yers for experience."


    Aldrich followed through, revealing his starting lineup.


    **Goalkeeper:** Keller.


    **Defenders:** Ferreira, Neil, Ferdinand, Ashley Cole.


    **Holding Midfielders:** Pedretti, Gattuso, Lampard.


    **Wingers:** Van der Meyde, Gronkjaer.


    **Forward:** Klose.


    This couldn''t even be considered a reserve squad; three unfamiliar names were now in the media spotlight.


    Young full-backs Ferreira and Cole made their Champions League debuts, while Pedretti had long been dubbed the "Little Makelele."


    The Fleet Street journalists familiar with Millwall couldn''t help but chuckle.


    "Hall''s so mischievous!"


    Undermining the opponent, it appeared he was indeed fielding a youthful lineup, indicating a sign of arrogance and underestimation.


    But then they looked at his starting formation.


    This was a 4-5-1!


    With three holding midfielders ready to fight and scrap, this was a clear enticement for the opponent tomit to attack.


    Graz, already out of contention for advancement with three consecutive group stage losses, had suffered a humiliating defeat in their home match. Their trip to London felt like just going through the motions.


    Yet could they really ignore the media coverage in London, which portrayed Millwall as overwhelmingly powerful, suggesting they were disdained and only pieced together a second and third team?


    The Austrian champions were furious.


    At Wembley, they took the initiative, attacking fiercely.


    Unfortunately, this was precisely what Millwall wanted, and it served Aldrich''sments and lineup purpose.


    Sitting in the dugout, he rested his chin and watched the game unfold. Just four minutes into the first half, the hyper-aggressive Graz was caught off guard by Millwall''s counterattack.


    Pedretti intercepted the ball just outside the penalty area, switched y to the wing for a counter, and Ferreira wasted no time sending it forward to Van der Meyde.


    Van der Meyde elegantly dribbled past the opposing full-back before slotting in a perfectly timed through-ball for the onside Klose.


    Klose didn''t let his teammate down, calmly finishing into the bottom corner to put Millwall ahead 1-0.


    However, the attendance was lower than thest match.


    After the 7-0 rout of Graz before, the Lions fans generally expected another walkover in this rematch.


    The game was indeed appearing one-sided, but it was also a testament to Aldrich''s tactical mind games.


    If Graz does not take the initiative to attack, it will be difficult to break through their defense. After all, they are also the league champions. If they insist on defending, can Millwall really win easily when half of the starting lineup does not appear?


    Even after conceding, Graz didn''t lose heart and continued their offensive.


    Thirteen minutester, Gronkjaer broke through two defenders on a counter. After a one-two with Klose right outside the box, he found himself one-on-one, skillfully lifting the ball over the goalkeeper into the.


    "Gronkjaer has scored too! Millwall is two goals up in less than 20 minutes. This looks like another rout; Millwall''s youthful storm is still rolling on, and even the familiar Gronkjaer is just 21! Pedretti, Ferreira, and Cole; will these three debutants be the backbone of the Lions?"


    As Gronkjaer embraced Klose, Aldrich stood up, calling for Lampard toe over and adjust his position. He needed him to y a zone-to-zone (box-to-box) role in the counterattack.


    A brief exchange was all that was needed. Aldrich then scanned the field for Ashley Cole and Paulo Ferreira but couldn''t find them in the defensive lineup. Only when he turned to the crowd of celebrating yers did he finally spot both.


    To his astonishment, both full-backs had charged up to join the celebration after Gronkjaer''s goal...


    As the yers returned, Aldrich pointed at the duo and signaled them over.


    He brought them to the forefront and encouraged them to make daring forward runs in the uing y, just like they had practiced in training.


    Meanwhile, the Graz yers and coaching staff were nearly brought to tears. With Aldrich''s fierce demeanor, it was evident he had no intention of letting up.


    Graz began to feel the heat; falling two goals behind made them recall the nightmare from their previous meeting just two weeks prior. Would they undergo a rey of that horror?


    They tightened their formation, setting up defenses and intentionally marking Gronkjaer, Van der Meyde, and the already-scoring Klose.


    Aldrich foresaw this need, which was why he positioned midfielders to assist both the wings and central zones.


    Before the half ended, Lampard''ste effort was parried by the goalkeeper, and Klose followed up with a rebound, extending the lead to 3-0.


    In the second half, Aldrich substituted Duff for Gronkjaer and brought Henry on for Van der Meyde.


    Yet in the second half, Graz defended with far more resolve, their goal line under constant siege but standing strong as a human wall, and ultimately, the score settled at 3-0.


    At the match''s end, Aldrich approached the opposing coach for a handshake, but the coach, humiliated and angry, saw it as a slight and stormed off in a huff.


    Aldrich wore a resigned expression, settling for a handshake with the assistant coaches before turning to walk down the yers'' tunnel.


    "Defending champions Millwall remain unstoppable. With four victories, they have two matches remaining. Next, they will travel to Moscow to face Spartak before hosting Inter Mn at Wembley. Having already amassed 12 points, Millwall has essentially secured their ce in the knockout stages unless they lose both remaining matches��an unlikely scenario, especially considering their superior goal difference."


    In a post-match interview, however, Aldrich shifted his tone dramatically, praising the Austrian champions Graz highly. After all, the match was over, and with no chance of facing each other for at least half a year, Aldrich naturally chose to show the opponent due respect. The pre-match disparagement was merely a tactic to secure victory.


    The reason Aldrich did not field his main squad in this Champions League match was clear to all involved��the Fleet Street journalists knew: he was conserving energy for the uing London derby!


    In just three days, Millwall would head to West London to take on the Premier League leaders, Chelsea, at Stamford Bridge!

 Chapter 365: The Undertaker

    <h4>Chapter 365: The Undertaker</h4>


    After years of heavy investment, Chelsea was finally considered a contender for the title starting this season. Although they ranked low among the favorites, as the league approached its halfway point, people began to realize that Bates'' investments were starting to pay off.


    Last season, Chelsea had secured the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup, and the moment they achieved that victory, their team''s demeanor changed entirely. With the addition of Desailly, fresh from his World Cup win, Chelsea seemed to be stepping away from its former struggles and heading toward a more affluent future.


    Thepetition in the Premier League standings is very fierce.


    Millwall drew in thest round of the league and is currently ranked fourth. However, they are only two points behind the top Chelsea and only one point behind Manchester United and Arsenal.


    Chelsea supporters were filled with pride as they ascended to the top of the standings. Their goal now was to secure that position for the remainder of the season, and if it were up to them, they would be happy if the Premier League ended today.


    After noon, Stamford Bridge was bustling with fans. Millwall supporters faced off against Chelsea fans, both sides exchanging insults with fervor.


    "Look who''s top of the table now!" shouted Chelsea fans.


    Millwall fans fired back, "Have Chelsea ever beaten Millwall in thest three seasons?"


    In truth, both sets of fans felt a sense of frustration deep down.


    Chelsea fans were prodded where it hurt. Damn it. They had beaten Manchester United, demolished Arsenal, and triumphed over Liverpool, yet they still hadn''t found a way to im a victory over Millwall. Forget winning; even drawing seemed almost impossible.


    Millwall fans had to admit that Chelsea now had what it took topete in the Premier League. Being top of the table after 13 matches spoke volumes.


    Aldrich, their beloved king, was refreshingly honest at the pre-match press conference: "Chelsea is truly strong! Very strong!"


    This statement left the reporters utterly baffled.


    "What gives?"


    Just three months before, during the European Super Cup, Aldrich had imed quite the opposite.


    He had dismissed Chelsea, suggesting they were irrelevant in the title chase.


    Now, three monthster, the young head coach has begun topliment Chelsea. Perhaps he is impressed by Chelsea''s performance?


    The journalists didn''t think so. With 25 league matches still to y, Chelsea being on top didn''t mean much; the gap to the teams trailing them was just a win''s distance. Even Leeds could leapfrog them in a single match.


    With Millwall freshly victorious over Austrian champions Graz in midweek, Aldrich''s mind games were clear. Outside observers unanimously agreed: Aldrich was once again utilizing his tried-and-true method of prodding the opposition.


    But this time, rather than try to rile his opponents up, he was offering them respect��essentially a twisted form of praise.


    After all, don''t Chelsea desperately want that kind of external recognition?


    If even Millwall, their arch-rival and the freshly crowned Champions League champions, admits they''re very strong, how could Chelsea possibly afford to y conservatively at Stamford Bridge?


    Upon hearing Aldrich''s remarks, Vialli bluntly pointed out, "Hall excels in mind games, and his intentions are clear; he wants to throw Chelsea into disarray. We won''t fall for that!"


    As the match was about to begin, Aldrich walked down the yers'' tunnel with his hands in his well-fitted coat pockets, silently heading toward the opposing coaching bench. Nearby Chelsea fans unleashed a barrage of boos and belligerent shouts, waving insults and gesturing angrily. Yet no one attempted to attack; the consequences would be severe.


    Following an investigation into stadium safety after the incident between Millwall and Wimbledon, the Premier League had initiated a round of stringent safety measures. Fans could hurl insults at rivals from the stands, but any physical contact was strictly forbidden��if the opposing team suffered any physical affront, the penalties from the FA would be severe!


    With curses ringing in his ears, Aldrich remainedposed.


    He ced his feet firmly in front of the coaching area, turned slightly to face the pitch, pulled his hands from his pockets, crossed them over his chest, and stared impassively at Stamford Bridge.


    "Wee to the focal match of the fourteenth round of the Premier League. I''m Martin Tyler, here alongside my friend Andy Gray to bring you thementary on this battle between London rivals. Andy, who do you fancy?"


    "Chelsea have been on a roll since the start of the season,nding at the top of the table, but I still back Millwall."


    "Why is that? Hall''s teams often see a drop-off in performance after European fixtures. They either win narrowly or draw, and while they haven''t lost so far this season, they''re not performing as well as expected. Hall ims his team is in contention for the league title, yet they haven''t shown the aura of a true contender, dropping points against weaker sides."


    "I don''tpletely agree with you. Hall''s squad has undergone significant changes this season, and many neers have stepped up as starters. It''s normal for there to be fluctuations in form, especially with their schedule including Champions League matches. However, the positive aspect is that even though they just yed in the Champions League days ago, the match was at Wembley, and Hall rested most of his starters for today''s game. They shouldn''t be too affected bypeting on two fronts. Moreover, we should recognize that Hall''s team is in a phase of growth. If Millwall can stabilize their performance at a high level before March, they will enter a stage of full-blown brilliance."


    "And that''s in about three or four months. But what about today''s match?"


    "That will test Hall''s capabilities, but it''s not something to worry too much about. He usually provides surprises in moments like this."


    "So how do you see Millwall approaching today''s game?"


    "Defensive counter-attacking. Chelsea has be strong as it is an away match. Millwall will aim to avoid conceding. When Chelsea struggles to break through, that''s when gaps appear in their defense, and Millwall is adept at counter-attacking when there''s space."


    "Right! Millwall has beaten Chelsea this way in the past��looks like Hall is going to give it another shot."


    The yers from both teams stepped onto the pitch.


    "Chelsea will start with a 4-4-2 formation.


    Goalkeeper: De Goey.


    Defenders: Ferreira, Desailly, Le Berf, Le Saux.


    Midfielders: Petrescu, Di Matteo, Poyet, Wise.


    Forwards: Flo, Z.


    Millwall will lineup in a 4-2-3-1 formation.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Mak��l��l��, Lampard, Nedv��d.


    Forwards: Henry, Van Nistelrooy, Ronaldinho.


    Millwall''s new French striker Henry, who had cost ten million pounds, was finally making his first start. He had previously yed a brief stint midweek but had delivered ackluster performance. Today, under Hall, he would have his chance to shine.


    As forty thousand sets of eyes focused on Stamford Bridge, the London derby kicked off.


    Vialli stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets. With Chelsea sitting at the top of the table, he felt a sense of satisfaction as he nced over at Aldrich. Vialli thought to himself, I won''t fall for it this time!


    In Vialli''s memory, his mind shed back to the bitter disappointment of his first match in charge��the League Cup finalst season��where he couldn''t help the team secure a win,pounded by his team''s loss in the UEFA Super Cup. Losing twice to Millwall in the finals due to their counter-attacks stung.


    Isn''t Millwall just about those three strategies?


    Counter-attack, speed, forward runs.


    Today Chelsea would y it safe!


    Millwall, who set lofty goals to im the Premier League title, now sat in fourth ce. They must be anxious!


    Vialli''s tactical intention for today was clear: to oust Millwall. He wanted to see who could hold out longer. If Millwall hoped to counter, they would see who would break first.


    Static defense meant Chelsea''s back line wouldn''t be easily breached.


    But as the match kicked off, Vialli felt suddenly unprepared.


    Was Millwall ying conservatively today?


    Not at all!


    As the referee blew the whistle to start the match, Millwall''s yers surged forward like caged beasts,unching a relentless press in the midfield.


    Chelsea had anticipated a defensive counter-attacking strategy from Millwall, and this prediction quickly backfired.


    Lampard and Nedv��d pinned down the opposition''s two midfielders, while behind them Mak��l��l�� intercepted any connections between forwards and the midfield. Ronaldinho and Henry pressed the opposing wide midfielder along with the full-backs, creating a high-pressure situation. This strategy was risky, as a single transfer to the forwards could create a one-on-one situation against the defenders, leaving teammates with virtually no time to cover.


    However, Chelsea hadn''t predicted such fervent pressing; they were caught off guard and struggled to maintain possession in midfield, resorting to back passes. Van Nistelrooy disrupted their back line, forcing Chelsea to make a hurried clearance. In the middle of the field, Mak��l��l�� intercepted the ball just ahead of Z, then delivered a precise through ball to Ronaldinho at the front.


    Ronaldinho carried the ball inward, quickly linking up with Nedv��d for a one-two y. He broke through Chelsea''s midfield and now faced their defense head-on. Van Nistelrooy prepared to exploit a potential offside; Le Berf struggled to keep up, and Ronaldinho sent the ball rightward, while Henry made his way into the center. Once Le Berf moved to cover Van Nistelrooy, Henry dribbled directly into the penalty area.


    Upon reaching the edge of the small box, he found space to shoot as Desailly closed in on him. Henry insteadid the ball back to the middle, where Nedv��d smashed a powerful shot without letting it hit the ground.


    Chelsea''s defense, entirely unprepared for such an opening, had no idea how to respond to the shot.


    Although de Goey fell to the ground and touched the ball with his hands, the force was too great. The ball was deflected and finally fell into the.


    "Just three minutes into the match, Millwall strikes first! The goal-scorer is their spiritual leader, Nedv��d! This is utterly unexpected! Who said Millwall would y conservatively? Their aggressive approach right from the start was astonishing. Such a high-pressure tactic is risky, as once the opponent breaks through a defensive line, the back line could easily find themselves outnumbered. Yet Millwall''s daring spirit has paid off; Chelsea werepletely unprepared for such frantic pressing. After they failed to clear the ball, Millwall swiftly prated through Chelsea''s defenses. Millwall leads 1-0 away!"


    The Chelsea supporters at Stamford Bridge appeared dazed, with many looking visibly sorrowful.


    For some reason, they were engulfed by a sense of powerlessness, or perhaps one could even call it despair.


    The eleven yers of their sworn enemies, Millwall, hardly looked likepetitors.


    They resembled terrifying specters,ing toy im to souls.


    On the sidelines, Aldrich stood with his chin raised and a smile, looking more like a funeral director calling the final rites.


    A nagging thought lingered in the hearts of several Chelsea fans: Damn those ferocious lions! When, and how, can we possibly ovee them?!

 Chapter 366: Counterattack Masterclass

    <h4>Chapter 366: Counterattack Masterss</h4>


    As Nedv��d rushed to the away fans'' stand to celebrate, he slid towards the sideline, with Ronaldinho, Van Nistelrooy, and Henry following in a stylish slide-kneel celebration.


    In the away supporters'' section, every Millwall fan was filled with excitement, waving their arms and shouting for their yers, all while plotting how to give the Chelsea fans a hard time.


    "You think you''re so mighty, top of the table?"


    "In just 90 minutes, you''ll be trailing behind us!"


    Chelsea''s yers looked a bit lost after conceding the goal.


    Viali was on the sidelines, teeth gritted, ncing at Aldrich, who wore a cheeky grin. Honestly, no manager in the entire Premier League can keep it together when staring at Aldrich like this.


    While some coaches might be paranoid and others doubtful, Viali was just in stunned.


    Did Chelsea really concede this goal to a Millwall counterattack?


    Not really! Chelsea''s clearance didn''t spark any kind of offensive rebound; Millwall simply took advantage during a swift attack.


    This goal happened because of the chances Millwall created with their fierce pressing.


    Does Millwall only know how to defend and counter?


    Come on! Counterattack is only the foundation of a strong team. After 2000, even mid-table teams in the Premier League will have counterattack capabilities that will shock you - they only value speed and taking advantage of mistakes in the transition between offense and defense!


    Millwall had plenty of tricks up their sleeves.


    Especially against opponents who wouldn''t focus on strengthening their defense, they had much room to exploit.


    Today, the Lions'' morale was soaring, especially among their attacking trio.


    There was Ruud van Nistelrooy, eager to prove his talent; there was Nedved, whose quest for victory never waned; there was Henry, eager to score his debut goal; and there was a spirited Ronaldinho, ready to light up the pitch.


    Chelsea restarted the game, but Millwall''s offensive yers immediately attacked Chelsea and pressed them fiercely.


    Chelsea yers were puzzled. Millwall was clearly leading, so why did the opponent press so hard?


    In this high-pressure situation, Chelsea found it difficult to advance the ball, with precious little time for their yers to make decisions. If they couldn''t find an outlet, they would quickly be disorganized.


    Nedv��d intercepted Di Matteo sessfully. He immediately passed the ball to Ronaldinho, who sent a precise through ball into the penalty area. Henry outpaced Leboeuf near the byline, received the ball, and crossed it in front of the goal. Van Nistelrooy was poised to shoot but was beaten to the ball by Desailly''s clearance!


    Not only the yers on the field, but even the Chelsea fans in the stands broke into a cold sweat.


    Ronaldinho ran over to take the corner. He intentionally aimed the ball towards the near post, and Henry dashed in to meet it, heading the ball across. This unexpected choice sent the ball sailing over the heads of Chelsea''s defenders. Right in front of the goal, a figure leapt high, making solid contact with the ball. De Goey instinctively raised his hand to block, but the ball sailed through his arms and nestled into the.


    "2-0! Millwall has taken a two-goal lead just 13 minutes into the match! In his debut, Henry has assisted two goals for his teammates, and this one was headed into Chelsea''s goal by center-back Materazzi. After Henry''s flick-on, Materazzi waspletely unmarked, easily heading the ball home. Millwall is ying with ferocity today��are we on the brink of disaster at Stamford Bridge again?"


    As Materazzi celebrated, Aldrich wore a smug smile.


    Millwall''s unexpected switch to attack caught Chelsea off guard. In thest three encounters between the two sides, Millwall has always yed conservatively, controlling the tempo of the game by counterattacking or consuming opponents. Chelsea was highly praised before the game, and Vialli confidently dered that he would not be deceived - was he really not deceived by all this?


    After the kickoff, Chelsea yed with clear trepidation, fearing Millwall''s counterattack, yet they didn''t expect Millwall''s overwhelming momentum, like a tiger descending from the mountains, ready to devour them whole!


    Trailed by two goals, Chelsea tried to pick up the pace to score quickly. Millwall''s aggressive pressing tactics hadn''t changed, but after 15 minutes, Chelsea began to adapt to Millwall''s pressing strategy, rallying together to support each other. To y it safe, when there was no outlet ahead, they would pass back, refusing to let themselves get caught in a sandwich.


    The match settled into a somewhat dull rhythm, yet Chelsea''s situation gradually began to improve.


    In the 30th minute, Poyet made a through ball attempt to set Z up, but it was intercepted perfectly by Southgate. After winning the ball, Southgate sent a long pass to the left nk.


    As the ball neared the sideline, Ronaldinho executed a beautiful back-foot control and, without waiting for Petrescu to pressure him from behind, he surged forward.


    When Di Matteo moved to defend against him, Ronaldinho, while elerating, faked him out before charging towards the edge of the penalty area. He feigned a pass and then shot from the spot with no warning.


    The ball took off from his foot, leaving Desailly and Le Berf dumbfounded. Le Berf instinctively tried to block the ball with his head while De Goey found his view obstructed. When the beautifully arced ball soared into his sight, he took a step sideways but then froze, only to hear the sweetest sound.


    *Thud.*


    The ball struck the post but hit the interior and bounced into the.


    "Ronaldinho scores! What a magnificent goal! An absolutely splendid goal! After receiving the ball near the sideline, he dribbled forward, dodged Di Matteo, and then in front of the penalty area, confusing the Chelsea defenders with a feint. Everyone anticipated a pass, but he unleashed a stunning curled shot from the spot. The ball wasn''t fast, but the angle was exquisite, a true dead-ball hit, ricocheting off the post into the over De Goey''s head! Ronaldinho��he is the next Ronaldo, no, his name is already Ronaldo... Millwall''s offense is stronger than ever; at least Shevchenko and Trezeguet couldn''t have made that happen. Ronaldinho poses a threat far greater than just being a typical forward! In less than 30 minutes of the match, Millwall has scored three goals. Now they lead their rivals, Chelsea, by three away goals!"


    Ronaldinho''s goal left the entire crowd speechless.


    The Lions'' fans sat there with their mouths agape after the goal, eventuallying back to themselves and cheering, nodding to each other as they relived Ronaldinho''s extraordinary scoring moment, praising him endlessly.


    Chelsea fans, unwilling to admit it, could not help but feel deep admiration for that goal.


    After scoring, Ronaldinho ran to the sideline, beaming as he jumped into a samba dance. His teammates rushed over to celebrate��one after another, they embraced him while the team''s senior yers like Nedv��d and Southgate patted his head, all smiling, genuinely impressed by the young star''s disy.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich stood on the sidelines after the goal, defiantly gesturing a ''quiet down'' sign to the Stamford Bridge crowd!


    Although Aldrich remained unfazed in the face of the Chelsea fans'' jeers as he walked onto the pitch, he finally had the chance to express himself when his team took amanding three-goal lead.


    This set off a furious wave of bacsh from the home fans. In the stands nearby, some supporters were so incensed that they attempted to scale the barriers, looking to confront Aldrich directly. Thankfully, the security team was on the ball, swiftly removing three of these heated fans before the situation escted further.


    The fourth official and referee rushed over to restrain Aldrich, not to admonish him for taunting the home fans but to issue a warning.


    The referee firmly told him, "If you exhibit any more erratic behavior, I''m afraid I''ll have to dismiss you and report this incident prominently in my match report!"


    Aldrich brushed it offpletely. As he returned to the coaching area, assistants Jansen and Klinsmann were animatedly discussing Ronaldinho''s recent goal, with Klinsmann gesturing the goal''s trajectory while Jansen illustrated the arc of the shot...


    Once the yers finished their celebration, Aldrich gestured to the team��tactics were about to change.


    The yers responded unanimously, with Ronaldinho even giving Aldrich a double thumbs-up.


    Originally, the pre-match n had Millwall''s high-pressing tactic in effect for only 30 minutes in the first half; few teams could maintain such intensity for a full 90 minutes. Even Guardi''s team built on possession to execute high pressing. Unless Millwall had a squad of tireless warriors, their relentless pressing would likely tire them out and leave them vulnerable to counter-attacks that could tear their defense apart with ease.


    Now was the perfect time, with a good position and a three-goal lead, they could y more conservatively.


    Viali looked pale; he was still unyielding, still defiant!


    Millwall was just too damn lucky today.


    Except for the first goal, which he could not argue against, the subsequent two��one from a set piece and the other from Ronaldinho''s individual brilliance��if only Chelsea had a stroke of good luck, they could have avoided any goals.


    When Chelsea kicked off again, Vialli noticed that all Millwall yers were retreating and was so angry that he wanted to rush towards Aldridge for a one-on-one duel.


    "Goodness, look at Millwall! They''vepletely pulled back, no longer pressing in the midfield; they''re just waiting to hit on the counter!"


    "Aw, bloody hell!"


    "Can we cut out this sort of sneaky business?"


    If Vialli could directly question Aldrich about his tactics, Aldrich would likely dismiss him with a amused smirk.


    "Sneaky? If Millwall truly intended to y that way, they could construct a tactical formation that would leave everyone in Europe utterly despairing."


    With six muscr defenders plus Nedv��d, who surged forward, and three strikers��Henry, Ronaldinho, and recovering Larsson��he couldn''t say they''d win every match, but their defense would surely frustrate forwards from all over Europe.


    Unfortunately, Aldrich didn''t favor that style of y; it stifled yers'' creativity, made for dull matches, and especially against teams that defended well, he would find standing on the sidelines excruciatingly boring, as the gamey might end up being so tedious it would make one want to die.


    After a furious 30-minute press, Millwall voluntarily fell back to counter, making this adjustment to conserve energy for the whole match. In this way, even with Chelsea trailing by three goals, they now had a respite.


    Within five minutes of resuming y, Chelsea managed to hold onto possession and finally found some rhythm. In the absence of pressure from the opposition, the yers could breathe easier and showcase their skills.


    Yet the Chelsea fans in the stands seemed deted, wearing expressions of gloom, seeing no way for their team to ovee Millwall.


    Millwall''s three goals in half an hour inflicted a heavy blow on Chelsea.

 Chapter 367: Hope at Stamford Bridge

    <h4>Chapter 367: Hope at Stamford Bridge</h4>


    Aldrich''s choice to apply high pressure for the first thirty minutes paid off handsomely for Millwall. But after that half-hour, as Millwall began to pull back, it became clear that this strategy wasn''t quite as brilliant as expected.


    People were saying Chelsea had be stronger, but where exactly was that strength evident?


    Was it just in the impressive lineup?


    Of course not. Many teams buy star yers year after year but still end up with disastrous results.


    Chelsea''s most notable improvement has clearly been in their attack!


    Since 1995, Chelsea''s goal tally in the league has been on the rise, climbing from mid-table to near the top. Last season, they scored 71 goals, only two behind Manchester United''s impressive 73. They even outscored Millwall, who had declined in attacking power due to their focus on Europeanpetitionsst season, coupled with their defensive capabilities. So while the outside world may not view Chelsea as a top contender, their offensive prowess has undeniably improved from past years.


    The big issue was that they had yet to face a team applying intense pressure. Manchester United, despite their solid defense, wouldn''t push their lines forward recklessly. Arsenal relied on wing y for counterattacks. Only today''s Millwall managed to put Chelsea under unprecedented pressure.


    After conceding three goals, Chelsea found a way to regroup. Millwall''s retreat allowed them some breathing room to regain control and rhythm as they moved through midfield. Their attacking advantage began to show.


    This development was understandable, as Chelsea''s starting lineup had remained fairly stable over the years, with any changes tending to strengthen the team. For instance, Flo reced the aging Mark Hughes, Ferrer took over from rke, and Desailly stepped in for Duberry, and so on.


    Once the new and old yers found their rhythm through cohesion, their strength as a team would immediately be evident.


    In the 34th minute, Poyet received the ball outside the box, holding off Lampard before driving a long-range shot that skimmed the crossbar before going out.


    A wave of disappointment swept through the stands at Stamford Bridge. But quickly, apuse broke out in support of the team.


    Three goals behind, Chelsea fans probably no longer held hopes for aeback or even an equalizer. Yet, ying at home against Millwall, if they failed to score even once, it would be an embarrassment.


    "Just get one! For God''s sake, score one!"


    At least they should avoid losing their dignity.


    Up in the VIP box, the bearded Bates looked as gloomy as ever. Known for his mboyance, he had boasted before the match that Chelsea hadpletely surpassed Millwall. "The only difference between us is glory, and soon Chelsea will lead the way," he had imed.


    But by this point in the game, cameras frequently panned to Bates, as if to mock him.


    Compared to Chelsea''svish investments, both the English and European football circles admired Millwall''s sessful model. Aldrich''s team had made substantial investments in youth development year after year. It''s no exaggeration to say that over the past four and a half years, Millwall''s investments in youth training far exceeded those of their first team.


    When people analyze Millwall''s sess, youth training is always a key factor. It is precisely their sess in developing young yers that guarantees the sess of their first team. This approach carries less risk than spending enormous amounts to sign established stars.


    They currently seek for other teams to adopt Millwall''s approach, making rational investments and emphasizing youth training, especially in cultivating homegrown talent.


    The rise of outstanding local yers like Lampard and Ferdinand boosts hopes in English football, not to mention the gems in their youth setup��yers like Joe Cole and Carrick��who are ready to rise and make their mark.


    In the stands, Bates remained silent, probably savoring his astute decision. Just before the match, Arthur had messaged him to ask if there was a box avable at Chelsea for them to watch the game together.


    Bates smartly deleted the text and powered down his phone.


    Otherwise, he would undoubtedly be subjected to that old scoundrel''s teasing once more.


    As Chelsea pressed forward, Millwall''s counterattacks became sharper.


    After Wise delivered a cross that Flo headed into Butt''s arms, Butt quickly tossed the ball out to Schneider, who was charging down the right nk.


    Schneider received the ball and chose to pass it quickly instead of dribbling. Henry ran forward and cut inside immediately after receiving the ball, so fast that no one could stop him. Just when Chelsea fans held their breath, worried that the team would lose the fourth goal, Henry''s through ball to Van Nistelrooycked tacit understanding. Van Nistelrooy wanted to pass the ball directly to his feet, but Henry''s pass was too early and was intercepted by Leboeuf, who easily regained the ball and passed it back to Ferrer.


    Van Nistelrooy and Henry exchanged a nce; Van Nistelrooy pointed to his feet, and Henry let out a resigned sigh.


    There just wasn''t enough chemistry.


    Since returning from injury, Henry had scarcely yed; this was just his second game back and his debut as a starter. His first assist to Nedved had been cautious��while Nedved ran forward, Henry delivered the ball in front of him, essentially a safe bet.


    Yet in a counter situation like this, whether to y the ball to his feet or deliver a through pass seemed like a 50-50 choice. Without coordination, misjudgment between the pass and the run could easily happen.


    Before Millwall even had time toment the failure of their carefully nned counterattack, Chelsea began to counterattack. Right-back Ferrer quickly dribbled forward andunched an aggressive attack.


    Ronaldinho initially marked Petrescu, but when Ferrer kept the ball without passing, Ronny had to pressure him. Ferrer eventually passed the ball, but in the moment Ronaldinho surged forward, the ball went just behind him.


    As Petrescu crossed at a 45-degree angle, Flo managed to connect with a header, setting up Poyet, who appeared ready for a long-range shot. But Mak��l��l�� blocked his shot path, prompting Poyet to instead attempt a pass back to Flo. However, the ball clipped Mak��l��l��''s leg, shifting its direction and rolling fortuitously to Z.


    Southgate confronted him head-on. However, in a sh, Z pulled the ball back and turned to drive at goal. Southgate, caught off guard, stretched his leg toote. Z slipped past him and unleashed a tight-angle shot!


    "Z shoots! Butt saves! Wise follows up and scores! Chelsea gets one back just before the end of the first half!"


    Butter went down and saved Z''s shot, but Wise, who had charged forward during the buildup, was perfectly positioned on the goal line and quickly slotted the ball home.


    After the goal, Wise scooped up the ball and sprinted back, giving Z a high-five in celebration.


    The Chelsea fans in the stands at Stamford Bridge cheered joyfully.


    Finally, they''d scored!


    The Millwall yers were somewhat downcast about the goal they conceded, struggling to identify who had made the mistake.


    Aldrich stood calmly on the sidelines, hands on his hips.


    He didn''t fault his yers. They didn''t need to dwell on a goal like this.


    Had that earlier counterattack seeded, they''d be looking at a 0-4 deficit instead of 1-3.


    This wasn''t a matter of Millwall''s defense failing; Chelsea''s attack had simply reached a level of power.


    Against mid-table teams, if Millwall ys to minimize counterattack risks, they virtually guarantee not conceding, close to a 100% sess rate.


    In a direct defensive battle against weaker sides, the likelihood of Millwall conceding was next to none.


    But facing teams in the top seven, even if Millwall yed conservatively, the chances of conceding would significantly increase as their opponents grow stronger��nothing unusual there unless all their backline were dedicated defenders.


    With the goal conceded, the yers remained calm, no need to panic; they were still two goals up.


    Stay steady and don''t rush.


    Even in their away game against Inter when they were two down, they stayedposed. Now with a lead, their mindset wouldn''t suffer too harshly from this setback.


    Chelsea''s goal boosted their morale, and as the first half neared its end, they wasted no time. Under pressure right from the kickoff, Lampard executed a decisive long pass. Van Nistelrooy held his ground against Desailly, who jumped up to head clear but let the ball drop right at Nedv��d''s feet.


    Di Matteo immediately pressed Nedv��d, but thetter elerated past him.


    As Nedv��d advanced into the box, due to the Chelsea header, Desailly and Leboeuf were in poor positions beside each other. Desailly dropped his focus on Van Nistelrooy to close down Nedv��d.


    As he approached, Nedv��d slipped a pass right behind him.


    Van Nistelrooy received the ball and found himself one-on-one with the goalkeeper, effortlessly slotting the ball into the.


    However, after scoring, Van Nistelrooy heard the referee''s whistle, indicating that he was offside.


    He turned and saw the linesman''s g raised, signaling offside.


    Leboeuf realized that if Desailly went to mark Van Nistelrooy, he wouldn''t be able to catch up in time. So, he chose to step up and take a gamble!


    He won the bet, as the positioning of him and Desailly meant that when Nedved yed a through ball, Van Nistelrooy was perfectly offside, just a mere shoulder''s length behind.


    The fans of The Lions were not happy.


    At this moment, their spirits were easily shaken; any unfavorable call felt like a form of oppression, especially after the painful memories of that match against Wimbledon still haunted them.


    With Van Nistelrooy''s goal disallowed, the angry Lions fans turned their jeers toward the referee.


    Audridge calmly acknowledged this reality, watching the match unfold. Though he couldn''t see as clearly as the linesman, he did observe Leboeuf''s forward movement during Van Nistelrooy''s run. He intended to check the rey at halftime for confirmation, and if there were any disputes, he wouldmunicate with the referee, understanding that officiating can have its own level of error.


    After the earlier scare, Chelsea did not dare to attack too aggressively. The first half ended without any more drama, with Millwall taking a two-goal lead into the locker room.


    Pulling one back just before halftime improved Vialli''s mood considerably. He walked into the tunnel with a serious expression, clearly holding high hopes for the second half. He understood that the match against Millwall held greater stakes than just a regr game; it might even be more significant than a title race!

 Chapter 368: Again, Again, Again, Again, We Beat Chelsea

    <h4>Chapter 368: Again, Again, Again, Again, We Beat Chelsea</h4>


    After the halftime break, both teams returned to the pitch, ready for kickoff.


    Aldrich took his position back on the sideline, overseeing the game. This was symbolic; against other teams, he could sit, but against Chelsea��especially a Chelsea sitting atop the standings��he needed to convey a strong message to both yers and fans about their attitude toward the match.


    Though sitting didn''t necessarily mean he looked down on anyone, standing there with an intense focus was a powerful stance.


    As the second half began, Millwall continued to y defensively, opting for counterattacks. Chelsea, on the other hand, held back at first, observing the game for a moment.


    After about five minutes, it became clear that Millwall wasn''t going all-out offensively. Chelsea then started to patiently build their attack.


    Vialli, watching nervously from the sidelines, was deep in thought. Millwall''s defense was solid, and after where they werepact, Chelsea''s attacks found themselves outnumbered. As soon as space was limited in close quarters, possession was quickly lost.


    Following a counterattack, Chelsea''s goal was under siege.


    With a subtle disappointment etched on his face, Aldrich watched from the sidelines. Lampard''s decisions during the transition from defense to offense consistently left him dissatisfied.


    Aldridge used to rely on Pirlo, who seemed to have an innate ability to organize games and attack opponents'' weaknesses, but he felt a little disappointed every time he noticed Lampard''sck of timing and direction of the pass.


    But part of him wanted to keep this feeling in a positive light: he had no regrets about letting Back go.


    With Lampard present, there was no need to overload the midfield with more yers.


    The disparities in yer skill were highlighted even more during counterattacks.


    A second''s hesitation could make a golden opportunity turn into a mere possibility.


    The route selected wasn''t the best. It wouldn''t provide a clear threat to the opponent''s; a promising opportunity might easily shift into a stalemate.


    Nevertheless, it was undeniable that Lampard had grown remarkably��his passing uracy had reached a satisfying level. Now, he needed to improve his awareness of the game: knowing when to push forward, when to drop deeper into defense, when to fill in gaps, and when to take on defenders rather than passing.


    Chelsea needed tomit more yers to break down Millwall''s defense in a traditional attack; thus, the full-backs began to push forward.


    However, they couldn''t afford for both full-backs to go at the same time, so they only ventured forward on one side.


    Ferrer attempted a familiar move,bining with Petrescu for a one-two. He managed to get past Ronaldinho, but Zambrotta intentionally pressed forward to intercept. At the moment Petrescu received the ball and prepared to turn, Zambrotta expertly cut it out and yed a through ball to Ronaldinho.


    Receiving the ball, Ronaldinho feigned a move to the outside before cutting across to shake off Ferrer, then sending a diagonal pass to Nedved.


    Nedved quickly returned a short pass to the retreating Van Nistelrooy. Van Nistelrooyid the ball back to the advancing Ronaldinho, who controlled it before delivering a cross into the box. Henry charged in, heading the ball just wide of the post.


    Henry sped his hands together, hiding his face in disappointment for wasting such a great opportunity, then he gave Ronaldinho a thumbs-up.


    De Goey quickly set up for a goal kick, distributing the ball to Desailly as Chelsea initiated a fast break.


    Chelsea''s quick attack was beautiful to watch as they surged forward from the back, yers coordinating with impable timing, using wall passes to tear through Millwall''s defense.


    Right in front of the penalty area, Wise yed the ball to Flo, who received it with his back to the goal. Materazzi denied him space to turn, so Floid it back to the oing Poyet.


    Mak��l��l�� abandoned Di Matteo to intercept Poyet, while Lampard followed Wise. But Millwall''s defense seemed to falter��it was Schneider who had stepped up to mark Wise, leaving just enough space in the center.


    Poyet swung his foot and shot.


    The ball soared in a magnificent arc, reminiscent of a shooting star, captivating the crowd.


    Butt dived for the ball but his fingertips just missed it. It was a shot that would have left any goalkeeper helpless, and it went straight into the top corner - a world-ss shot!


    "Poyet''s world-ss goal! World-ss! Chelsea''s Poyet has struck back in the 58th minute, making it 2-3! Chelsea is now just a goal away! This goal was fantastic,ing from a series of quick passes that broke through Millwall''s defenses, and Poyet''s long-range shot pierced through Butt''s fingers��no keeper would have saved it. This goal rivals Ronaldinho''s in the first half for the best goal of the match, if not the entire Premier League season!"


    Poyet''s goal ignited the passion of Stamford Bridge, and Chelsea fans leaped to their feet, cheering wildly. It felt as though their souls, which had been drained in the first half, had returned, reinvigorating the crowd.


    Chelsea fans were rallying, urging their team to push harder!


    Vialli, too, was swept up in the atmosphere, or rather found an outlet for his pent-up emotions.


    Facing such a formidable opponent as Millwall, his pressure was unimaginable.


    Vialli jumped up, raising his arms in jubtion, and apuded his yers, excitedly urging them to get back into position��there was still time; they needed to equalize, no, not just equalize, but turn this around!


    A thrilling reversal!


    Finally, Vialli acknowledged the crowd, urging the fans to rally behind the yers with even more intensity!


    Aldrich, having just conceded the goal, stood with his hands on his hips, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement.


    Unbelievable!


    Millwall failed to score with a close-range header, but their opponent scored a wonderful goal from outside the penalty area, leaving him speechless.


    If Poyet got ten more chances from the same spot, he might not score again, and yet this time, he did!


    When ites to how sharp Chelsea''s previousbination ys were, Aldrich is skeptical. Let Chelsea try to push into the box; do they have that killer through ball? What about dribbling past defenders in the danger zone?


    Being hit with a world-ss goal is one of the most exasperating situations for a coach.


    There''s no chance to let off steam.


    Should we put the me on the Millwall yers?


    No team canpletely choke off the space 35 yards out from the box; a long shot is often a desperate move. It''s better to get closer before taking a shot. Who actually chooses to shoot from such a distance?


    Yet, aftermenting the goal conceded, Aldrich quickly adjusted his strategy, substituting Van Nistelrooy for Van der Meyde.


    The substitution sent a wave of energy through the Chelsea supporters at Stamford Bridge.


    Millwall appeared to flinch!


    It certainly seemed that way; they sacrificed a forward for a midfielder.


    Millwall''s formation shifted from 4-3-3 to 4-5-1 or 4-4-2, at least defending with a 4-5-1, considering Nedved''s exceptional stamina.


    Vialli''s expression grew fierce, filled with confidence for aeback. Chelsea''s yers felt a surge of new belief.


    Meanwhile, Aldrich found his calm again on the sidelines.


    His substitution was a signal; there was no need for him to gesture to his yers.


    The second goal conceded hade just in time.


    The game resumed, and it was already the 60th minute of the match.


    Aldrich thought to himself: "Let''s give it onest push over the next 30 minutes!"


    As Millwall kicked off, Chelsea yers charged aggressively. Ferrer intercepted Ronaldinho''s pass, immediatelyunching a counterattack. Yet, in their eagerness to equalize, they began ying recklessly, sending long passes from a distance trying to prate Millwall''s territory. It was just wishful thinking. Mak��l��l�� intercepted the opponent''s pass and handed the ball over to Lampard, who closed his eyes and aimed for the other side where Van der Meyde awaited.


    From his winger position to a striker role, Henry made himself avable. Van der Meyde worked a one-two with him, then yed the ball to Nedved just outside the box, and the Czech yer''s long-range shot was deflected by De Goey.


    Chelsea remained hell-bent on pulling off an epiceback at Stamford Bridge, yet as they held the ball and sought to attack, they suddenly found that Millwall''s tactic had changed.


    The high press was back!


    Indeed, Millwall''s strategic approach today was to exert pressure in the first thirty minutes and thest thirty, while draining Chelsea in between.


    Aldrich believed that as long as they didn''t concede again, as time wore on, Chelsea would grow increasingly dissatisfied with a draw; in thest thirty minutes, their y would be riskier��Millwall''s high pressing would pose even more of a threat than before.


    Unfortunately, his n did not materialize in the match; even so, reality had exceeded his expectations.


    Millwall had conceded a goal, but they had scored more. Now, Chelsea trailed by a single goal, eager to equalize, prompting less patience on their part when organizing attackspared to when they had merely sought a draw. This raised the chances of making mistakes significantly.


    With Millwall''s relentless pressing, chaos ensued.


    The ambition to equalize hadn''t even materialized, and now their defense was teetering.


    Vialli was anxiously observing from the sidelines, while Chelsea fans in the stands felt the tension.


    "What''s going on?"


    Despite pulling back two goals and with the opponents removing a forward, how had they ended up being pressed so hard again?


    Starting from the 70th minute, Millwall unleashed fric attacks, and Chelsea even hesitated to pass in their own half, fearful of being intercepted and suffering another quick counterattack.


    But their long clearances were controlled by Millwall''s defenders, who quickly countered.


    Millwall''s attacking y featured a clear structure, utilizing synchronized positioning to cut through Chelsea''s formation, ultimatelypelling the opponent to refrain from passing under pressure.


    While Henry can''t be said to bepletely out of touch as a center-forward, his transition to that role has left something to be desired. Even when he gets the chance to shoot, he seems to rush andcks confidence.


    In contrast, the performances of the other yers are quite reassuring.


    Millwall was steadily gaining the upper hand, relentlessly challenging the nerves of Chelsea''s yers. With consecutive sessful pressures, threats against the goal mounted, wave after wave.


    In the 84th minute, Ronaldinho brought the ball into the center and passed to Van der Meyde, who prepared to cross.


    Chelsea yers managed to get their heads to the ball but failed to clear it effectively. Lampard came flying in, outpacing Di Matteo, using his chest to control the ball, before passing it back to Ronaldinho. Keeping a keen eye on the field, Ronaldinho lofted a delicate pass into the right side of the box.


    Just as they thought they gained an advantage, Schneider had shot out from behind Van der Meyde, catching Le Saux off-guard. He couldn''t split his focus to cover Schneider, allowing thetter to receive the ball easily inside the box, theny it across for Henry, who finished with a confident shot!


    "Millwall haspletely dominated Chelsea in thetter half of the match! They have scored again, widening the gap back to two goals. The scorer is none other than Henry, the club''s record signing! He has performed exceptionally well today��one goal and two assists. Hall can rest easy; that ��10 million was well spent!"


    Henry was exhrated after scoring. Not only was this his Premier League debut goal, it was also his first for Millwall.


    If not for the two golden opportunities he''d squandered earlier, he could have scored much sooner!


    Aldrich stood at the sideline, smiling and pping, while Vialli nearby wore a numb expression.


    Just as he and Chelsea seemed to see the brightest light ahead, Millwall had cast a dark shadow over them, striking them with thunderous blows, casting them back into a pit of despair.

 Chapter 369: Relaxation in Leisure Time

    <h4>Chapter 369: Rxation in Leisure Time</h4>


    In the final moments of the match, despite Chelsea''s desperate surge, Millwall skillfully controlled the pace with their passing game, denying Chelsea even a single chance to threaten their goal.


    When the referee blew the final whistle, the Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge silently made their way out.


    Meanwhile, the Lions'' supporters reveled with unmatched joy, more satisfying than if they had yed on the pitch themselves. The exhration lingered, an intoxicating feeling that wouldn''t fade.


    "In the highly-anticipated London derby, Chelsea, hosting at Stamford Bridge, fell 2-4 to their bitter rivals Millwall. They''ve dropped from the top of the league table to fourth ce. Although Millwall won, they only moved up one position, still trailing Manchester United and Arsenal by a point. However, Hall should feel content as the fans will also be pleased; at least Chelsea is now behind them."


    Aldrich approached Vialli for a handshake, but Vialli seemed to be in shock, standing frozen in ce. After Aldrich gently patted his arm without saying a word, he turned and walked into the yers'' tunnel.


    At the post-match press conference, Aldrich was asked if his views on Chelsea had changed.


    Earlier, he had emphasized Chelsea''s formidable strength, yet Millwall had defeated them on their turf.


    Aldrich stuck to his guns, still proiming Chelsea to be very strong.


    The more he hailed Chelsea, the more valuable Millwall''s victory seemed, indirectly validating Millwall''s superiority. If he were to belittle Chelsea, the significance of Millwall''s win would be diminished.


    In the locker room, he praised the yers for their performance before the team boarded the bus back to East London, where they would disperse.


    Upon returning home, Aldrich changed into casual clothes��jeans, a t-shirt, and a coat. The sky darkened as he strolled to the neighborhood entrance, where he spotted three teenagers chatting, all dressed casually.


    De Rossi animatedly discussed Ronaldinho''s goal in the match. "Did you see that move he pulled on the opponent? His timing was incredible. He faked to the right, causing the defender to lean that way, then suddenly cut back to the left. Right before shooting, he acted like he was going to pass, and the Chelsea defense was caught off-guard, reflexively trying to intercept his pass. Unexpectedly, he took the shot right there, and the curve was actually pretty standard��you should see him in training; he does that all the time."


    Messi and Ag��ero looked up at De Rossi, seemingly absorbed by the insights of their "senior."


    De Rossi finished with a self-satisfied grin, as if he''d imparted some deep knowledge to the young stars.


    Ag��ero chimed in, "That goal? I could''ve done it too; I scored four yesterday against the local primary school team."


    Messi scratched his head and added softly: "I scored five goals."


    De Rossi frowned and asked, "How many matches did you y?"


    Aguero shrugged. "I yed one game and they ran away before they finished it."


    "One match��90 minutes?"


    "Uh, it was only 40 minutes, split into two halves of 20. The referee didn''t add any time, which was really frustrating!"


    Ag��ero was still hung up on yesterday''s match, where the other team just walked off with five minutes to go.


    "What was the final score?"


    "13-0."


    "Uh...are youpeting against kids under ten?"


    Messi shook his head, subconsciously rubbing his shoulder. "They were all about 12 years old, but they were really strong! They knocked my shoulder; it still hurts. I didn''t sleep wellst night."


    De Rossi was momentarily lost for words. After clearing his throat, he straightened up and said, "Hey, you must have faced some amateurs��they probably don''t know how to y. Three months ago, as captain, I led a team of 14-year-olds to win the first Millwall Youth Charity Cup. When we made it to the regional championship yoffs, our opponents were mostly 16. Some of them I suspect might even be 18, standing at nearly six feet tall."


    Ag��ero held his head high, looking enviously at De Rossi, and asked, "So, how many goals did you get?"


    De Rossi suddenly felt a little embarrassed and looked away awkwardly. "Three goals."


    "Three goals in the final?"


    "Uh, no, all the games."


    "How many games did you y?"


    "Ten."


    "..."


    Messi and Ag��ero exchanged nces, their expressions shifting entirely as they looked at De Rossi.


    De Rossi eximed, "What do you know? I''m not a forward; I''m the spiritual leader��the leader, got it? I can defend, attack, assist, and clear balls!"


    Ag��ero looked around, while Messi, pondering something, suddenly asked, "How many goals did that Portuguese kid score?"


    De Rossi scratched his nose and replied: "Twenty-four goals."


    "Wow!"


    Ag��ero''s jaw dropped in shock.


    Messi rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested.


    To be fair, both he and Ag��ero had never been fond of Cristiano Ronaldo. They believed he was a bit "of a bully."


    During training or matches, Ronaldo would often order Messi and Ag��ero around like they were at his beck and call.


    But once they reach a higher age group, Ronaldo is not like that. He usually keeps his head down and works hard, concentrating on doing his task and making sure he doesn''t mess it up.


    "What are you guys talking about?"


    Messi and Aguero suddenly shrank back, their heads caught under arge hand that gently pressed down. They had no choice; both of them were quite short, and Aldrich only needed to lift his hand a little to reach the tops of their heads.


    The trio''s faces lit up upon seeing Aldrich; De Rossi quickly rubbed his hands together and asked, "Boss, where are we eating tonight?"


    Messi and Ag��ero also looked up at Aldrich, eyes gleaming with anticipation.


    Aldrich felt a guilty twinge as he caught the longing in their eyes, like they hadn''t eaten well at Millwall in forever.


    To be honest, the food isn''t great.


    It''s tough to strike a bnce between nutrition and vor.


    The nutritionist at Millwall leans toward a nd pte, especially with meat. They serve a lot of fish and chicken prepared with minimal oil, and foods like fries, cakes, and pizzas are strictly forbidden.


    For the first-team yers, it''s not too hard. Outside of training and matches, they can adjust their home meals to fit their tastes.


    However, the younger yers living in the Millwallmunity or dorms have it rougher. Their meals are arranged by the club three times a day, with only asional home visits for a proper family meal.


    Although Aldridge advocates for healthy nutrition, this is not a strict rule. Especially for these young yers, they need some indulgence. If they are restrained for too long, they may seize any opportunity to eat and drink, which may cause serious problems.


    He asionally took these young yers out for a meal or cooked at home. Today, he nned to take the three of them out for dinner and then watch a movie.


    In a high-end restaurant, a steak sat before Aldrich, apanied by a ss of red wine. His eyes darted around, surveying the trio across from him.


    Messi, Ag��ero, and De Rossi devoured the steak with the hunger of starved souls. Aldrich hadn''t even finished half his steak when the three of them polished off two tes.


    No wonder��they rarely had such upscale dining experiences, especially for steak. And someone was treating!


    In reality, the portion size wasn''t huge; Aldrich simply had a modest appetite and aimed for a bnced diet. He would also have some veggies; the three boys, however, were fixated on their beef, producing a tter of cutlery that drew disapproving looks from surrounding diners.


    Aldrich didn''t mind though; no point acting gentlemanly here. As long as they were enjoying themselves, he wouldn''t remind them of table manners.


    The trio munched and chatted, ordering different vors and cuts, harmoniously sharing portions to taste.


    After Ag��ero finished his third te and wiped his mouth with a napkin, he curiously asked Aldrich, "Boss, why do we seem to have such a deep vendetta against Chelsea? Today, in the dorm, the administrator kept cursing them."


    Such behavior was rare; on home match days, they would earn tickets to attend matches based on their training performances. For away games, they watched on TV; their dorm administrator was apanion during matches. With other opponents, even if Millwall lost, the administrator would offerfort��"We''ll do better next time."


    But during the game against Chelsea, it felt like the administrator had transformed.


    Aldrich smiled and replied, "In the past, there was a saying in London that true Spurs fans lived in Fulham, true West Ham fans in Cambridge, and true Chelsea fans lived in Millwall. Most other fans were either Manchester United or Arsenal fans. Nowadays, discounting the influence of local teams, most of London''s fans are Millwall supporters."


    Aguero stared at Aldrich with a serious face, yet his left hand was sneakily reaching for Messi''s te with a fork. Messi promptly swatted his hand away, maneuvering his te to the side and covering it with his arm.


    Aldrich couldn''t help but chuckle at the scene, "Are you just trying to break the tension? Not full yet?"


    Aguero grinned and said, "I am full, but I still want more! This beef is so tender and mouthwatering!"


    Just then, De Rossi finished his third te and, with no embarrassment, called over the waiter for another.


    Aldrich turned to De Rossi and said, "Take it easy, okay? For the next te, you and Kun will share."


    De Rossi nced at Aguero and nodded in reluctant agreement.


    At that moment, Messi raised his hand and chimed in, "Make sure I get some too!"


    De Rossi protested, "Then we might as well order another te��two tes for the three of us."


    Wow, now all three were in agreement! Aldrich shook his head and sighed before calling the waiter to ce the order.


    After drinking some water, Ag��ero burped and grinned sheepishly. He continued, "So why don''t Chelsea fans live near Stamford Bridge?"


    "Highnd prices, high cost of living��so they have to move to more affordable areas. Thus, our fans end up crossing paths, leading to some rivalry."


    Ag��ero nodded in understanding. De Rossi and Messi alsoprehended the reasons behind the Chelsea-Millwall enmity.


    Such phenomena weremon; every country, region, and city experienced simr situations, merely reflecting local clusters rejecting outsiders.


    When dinner wrapped up, the waiter looked at the three boys as if they were oddities. However, when it was time to check out, the waiter''s eyes lit up; not only did Aldrich spend generously, but he also tipped well, leaving the staff beaming.

 Chapter 370: A Derby Like No Other

    <h4>Chapter 370: A Derby Like No Other</h4>


    That evening, they were set to watch Leonardo DiCaprio''stest film, "The Man in the Iron Mask." Aldrich was settled in his seat with a bucket of popcorn, waiting for the movie to start. De Rossi sat next to him, while Messi and Ag��ero, clearly uninterested in the film, slumped down in their seats, struggling to stay awake, possibly due to overeating.


    As the movie began, De Rossi leaned over and grabbed a handful of popcorn, asking, "Boss, is this movie based on a true story?"


    Aldrich shrugged, "I''m not sure. I''m not well-versed in history, especially French history. But you know how movies go; they often take liberties. For instance, the film''s setting is supposed to be 1662, but they im the action takes ce in the Pce of Versailles, which is absurd since construction on Versailles didn''t even start until 1664."


    "Wait, aren''t you the one who ims not to know history?"


    "Sure, but I have visited the Pce of Versailles."


    The two continued their quiet conversation, making sure not to disturb others around them.


    In the midst of their chat, De Rossi suddenly asked, "Boss, aren''t you heading to Japan at the end of the month?"


    Aldrich looked puzzled and responded, "Yeah, who doesn''t know that?"


    Millwall was gearing up to travel to Japan topete in the Toyota Cup.


    De Rossi showed a mischievous smile and interrupted: "Take me with you! I want to watch the game too!"


    Aldrich looked at him with amusement, "Are you really here to see the big show? Aren''t you just looking for a chance tozily enjoy your vacation?"


    De Rossi, embarrassed but undeterred, quickly replied, "Definitely not! I''m a training superstar! Japanese football has gained momentum recently, hasn''t it? Lineker used to y in Japan, and let''s not forget Dunga, the Brazilian captain, did too!"


    Aldrich shook his head. "You really think that mentioning a few football names will mask your sneaky ns? No worries, you''re going to Japan for sure."


    De Rossi''s eyes lit up, "Really?"


    "No need to lie to you; it''s not just you. Your teammates will be there too."


    De Rossi''s expression turned sour as he sighed, "Oh, so it was in the n all along? Wish I hadn''t mentioned it."


    "Ha ha."


    When the film ended, Aguero stirred awake, yawning and struggling to open his heavy eyelids. He stood up and headed outside, but Aldrich pulled him back with a bemused smile. "You''re on the path to getting lost, aren''t you?"


    The exit was on the left, but Aguero turned right...


    Messi, jolted by the bump from Aguero''s leg, also woke up. Rubbing his face, he said, "That movie was really good."


    Aldrich took Messi''s wrist and ced his hand on Aguero''s shoulder. "Don''t get lost, okay?"


    At that moment, they resembled a couple of confused kids, with Aguero still having sleep crust in his eyes!


    As they exited the cinema, Aldrich and the threeds decided to grab a taxi home when a few reporters, cameras in hand, suddenly appeared, snapping pictures and smiling at Aldrich. They waved goodbye as they left.


    While it sounded like a farewell, it was really just a cover-up. The paparazzi scuttled around the corner, continuing to follow Aldrich and his crew to see where they went next. Even when he got into a taxi, they trailed behind until they confirmed that Aldrich and the others returned to the club''smunity.


    Aldrich didn''t think much of it at the time but nearly spat blood when he saw the next day''s newspaper!


    A gossip rag subtly insinuated that Aldrich had a "pedophile" obsession!


    Some more reputable papers that picked up the story took a professional approach, analyzing how Aldrich taking young yers out for dinner and movies signified Millwall''s youth training sesses.


    Aldrich had no choice but to call Andrew for help in sending cease-and-desist letters to several newspapers.


    There was no escaping it; the young manager''s private life was under suspicion.


    Outsiders spected that his girlfriend was just a front. They suggested either he was engaged in same-sex rtionships or possibly had inappropriate preferences.


    Another day passed, and Millwall held an official press conference.


    During a public announcement, club CEO Adam revealed that Millwall''s first team and all their academy teams have signed a sponsorship agreement with the Britishpany umbro. Training kits and equipment for the reserve and youth teams will be supplied by umbro.


    This announcement has stunned English football and caught the attention of the entire European scene.


    Millwall''s lower-tier teams earning a sponsorship?


    The deal is for two years, worth ��1 million each year!


    This figure is already higher than sponsorship fees for many lower-table Premier League teams!


    umbro''smercial representatives are optimistic about this partnership.


    They believed that Millwall''s sess was attributed to their strong youth training program. Over thest two seasons, statistics showed that Millwall''s youth and reserve teams attracted spectators at rates much higher than average.


    Aside from Millwall''s dedicated fans, other supporters were also interested in attending their matches, perhaps wanting to catch a glimpse of a future star before they made it big.


    Millwall''s reserves had won back-to-back reserve league titles, and the youth team had aplished a treble, winning the youth league thrice and the FA Youth Cup twice��this was a significant reason for Umbro''s investment. Moreover, their youth team would also be facing European heavyweights during their UEFA matches, further enhancing their profile.


    All the top clubs were astonished.


    That Millwall could package both their reserves and youth teams so profitably was no small feat.


    Others envied the club, but even powerhouses like Real Madrid, Barcelona, and Bayern Munich, known for their fantastic academies, couldn''t im better youth team performancepared to Millwall.


    What was most concerning was the turmoil within these clubs, with their senior teams fretting about performance pressures while the youth sides were neglected.


    Aldrich remained resolute in hismitment to youth training, and after four and a half years, he had established a solid framework. If the senior team could keep achieving sess, it would also drivemercial revenues for both the reserves and youth squads.


    CEO Adam was ambitious, nning to double the sponsorship value with Umbro as Millwall moved to a new stadium in two years!


    The club''s revenue would increase, which Aldrich weed, although Millwall''s profit report for the previous season was already ��14 million. This season, they expected to surpass ��60 million, thanks to selling yers over the summer for more than ��80 million. While they had increased yer wages and costs, as long as the team maintained their performance, the club''s finances would bnce, excluding transfer ie.


    But that wouldn''t be enough��not by a long shot. The club''s current scale couldn''t support the vast consumer market, and once the new stadium waspleted, the diversifiedmercial opportunities surrounding it would lead to a substantial leap in revenue.


    After announcing the new sponsorship deal, Millwall quickly followed up with their itinerary for the trip to Japan at the end of the month. They would y the final at Tokyo National Stadium against Vasco da Gama, champions of the Copa Libertadores.


    Simultaneously, Millwall reached an agreement with the Japanese Football Association to hold friendly matches, bringing along two youth teams: one U21 and one youth squad to y two friendlies the day before the Toyota Cup against Japan''s U21 and youth national teams.


    Japanese football has made significant strides in recent years, focusing on attractingte-career stars to enhance public interest while steadily building their youth training programs.


    While those two friendly matches might not hold immediate value, the potential impact they could create��motivating young yers and stimting public interest in football��was invaluable.


    Behind the scenes, sponsors yed a crucial role in facilitating this connection. Aldrich had actively sought out matches against European youth teams for his yers but hadn''t initially considered having Millwall''s young yers train against Japanese youth teams��feeling it wasn''t necessary as Japanese football, despite its rapid development, didn''t seem outstanding enough to merit it; the trip was more for tourism.


    However, since the Japanese had reached out with offers, including sponsorship, Aldrich had no reason to decline.


    Before heading to Japan, however, Millwall had onest league match to y��a London derby against arch-rivals Tottenham.


    The media hyped the fixture as a sh between the "Fallen Monarchs" and the "New Kings."


    Fleet Street was eager to create headlines.


    This wasn''t just about Millwall and Spurs; Tottenham itself could hardly be considered an old powerhouse.


    It was more about the contrast between Spurs'' new manager, George Graham, and Aldrich Hall.


    Almost at the time Aldrich took charge of Millwall, Graham was watching his Arsenal dynasty crumble. Thest match Graham helmed for Arsenal ended in defeat at the hands of Aldrich-led Millwall, which eliminated them.


    Graham was subsequently fired, and after being banned from coaching for a year, he returned to lead Leeds United. Unfortunately, his force was no longer intact, and Leeds'' performance fell t. During their encounter with Millwall, Aldrich''s team was at its zenith, making it difficult for Fleet Street to create much buzz.


    Given that Millwall had a feud with Leeds, Aldrich never passed up an opportunity to show disdain for their manager.


    Why? During Millwall''s first Premier League season, Leeds fans engaged in egregious racial abuse against their yers, on a notable scale.


    Even now, Mak��l��l�� hasn''t forgotten; every match against Leeds brings out his fiery side. A red card? He doesn''t care. Aldrich doesn''t criticize him��he backs him up after the match. yers are only human and sometimes need to blow off steam. In those moments, Aldrich tends to overlook such things.


    While Millwall fans could stir trouble, they were generally open-minded about racial issues, given that East London is a region with a significant immigrant poption; people were ustomed to friends of different skin tones, although a small minority of extreme fans did harbor racist tendencies.


    Over the past two years, Aldrich hadn''t exchanged a word with Graham, nor had they shaken hands; Aldrich couldn''t care less about Graham being Leeds'' manager, while Graham had been humiliated by Aldrich''s verbal confrontations during his Arsenal dismissal.


    Fleet Street tried to stir up tensions before the match, reminding everyone about their past grievances, especially considering the current stakes in a London derby!


    Unfortunately for Aldrich, he wasn''t easily provoked, and Graham was in a precarious position, with Spurs struggling in the bottom half of the table andcking the means to challenge Millwall.


    Against the backdrop of such an overhyped "face-off," Millwall triumphed with afortable 3-0 victory over Graham''s Spurs at home. Van Nistelrooy stole the show with a hat trick, driven no doubt by the pressure of Henry''seback. He brought his A-game to fiercely defend his starting role.


    Following their victory in the 15th round of the Premier League, Millwall traveled to Moscow, where they yed a match with all substitutes, ending in a draw. In the Champions League group stage, Millwall shed five times, securing four wins and one draw, leading the group and confirming their advancement ahead of Inter Mn, who registered four wins and one loss.


    After wrapping up their European adventures, they began preparations for the trip to Japan for the Toyota Cup.

 Chapter 371: Overlooked Future Stars

    <h4>Chapter 371: Overlooked Future Stars</h4>


    On the night before their trip to Japan, Aldrich attended poker night as usual. Tonight, luck was on his side, and he won three thousand five hundred pounds. As he and Yvonne returned to themunity, they spotted someone sitting on the steps in front of his house.


    Once Yvonne got out of the car and recognized the figure at Aldrich''s doorstep, she turned around, said goodnight, and headed straight home.


    As Aldrich walked out of the garage, the person at the door also stood up. He nced at his watch; it was already past eleven. What was C Ronaldo doing here at such ate hour?


    "What''s wrong?"


    Aldrich approached, puzzled about what brought Ronaldo here.


    C Ronaldo kept his head down, seemingly struggling to find the words.


    "Did someone bully you?" Aldrich asked.


    C Ronaldo shook his head.


    "Missing your mom?" Aldrich probed further.


    C Ronaldo hesitated for a moment but shook his head again.


    Aldrich grew a little impatient. "Then say something."


    Finally, C Ronaldo lifted his head, his gaze wandering. He whispered, "I''d like to borrow some money."


    Borrow money?


    He trained at Millwall, where the club took care of all his living, educational, and various expenses. Aldrich had signed him to an apprentice contract with a sry, although it was just a token amount��under two hundred pounds a month. Cristiano insisted on sending this small sum straight home every month. What he was unaware of was that Aldrich had already given his family five hundred thousand pounds for free when he arrived at Millwall and helped his brother get off drugs. After his brother''s sessful recovery, his family managed to run a small business in Portugal, improving their lives significantly.


    The kid was clearly in a pinch for cash. Why not ask his family for it?


    He must think that they''re still in tough financial shape.


    Aldrich, curious about the situation, questioned, "What do you need the money for?"


    C Ronaldo, now just three months shy of turning fourteen, definitely needed more than just a drink or snack.


    He hesitated again, and Aldrich was starting to lose his patience. C Ronaldo timidly stepped inside.


    Sitting on the couch, Aldrich said, "Tell me how much you need."


    "Three hundred pounds. Two hundred pounds would be fine too," C Ronaldo replied quietly.


    Aldrich was speechless.


    The future eighty-million-pound star was suddenly so bashful over a couple of hundred pounds.


    "Where do you n to spend this money?" Aldrich asked.


    C Ronaldo sat down and sheepishly said, "I want to buy a camera��a better one, a more expensive one."


    Aldrich chuckled at this.


    He understood what C Ronaldo wanted. He was not only proud but also quite vain; among the youth team, he had the shiest hairstyles, changing them daily. During team photos, he strut around like a runway model.


    He was a young guy, after all. It was easy to see why; he was destined to be the typical affluent heartthrob.


    Aldrich went upstairs and returned after a while with a camera, cing it in C Ronaldo''s hands. "This is the new digital camera I bought when I traveled in the summer. It just came out this year. You can y with it for a couple of days to get familiar with the features."


    C Ronaldo stared at the brand-new camera, something he hadn''t handled often. The photos Aldrich took in Switzend had already been printed out, leaving the camera unused.


    He fiddled with it, clearly enchanted.


    He just wanted his own camera so he could take more pictures to share with his family when they went to Japan. He admitted he was a bit showy, but perhaps it stemmed from the tough conditions he faced in childhood; the things he was proud of were the moments he wanted to capture, almost as if they were trophies of his achievements.


    "How much did this cost?" he asked after a bit of fiddling.


    Aldrich shook his head. "This is a gift, you don''t have to pay for it. If you need anything else that won''t lead you astray, just tell me. I know your life here is really lonely, and developing some hobbies will be very helpful for your growth."


    C Ronaldo nodded silently. They chatted for a while longer, but as it grewte, Aldrich invited him to stay the night.


    Before going to bed, C Ronaldo charged the camera''s battery and took shirtless selfies in front of the mirror. He had grown a bit stronger and taller, and even though he hadn''t turned fourteen yet, his physical condition wasparable to that of sixteen-year-olds. This had led to thoughts of wanting to "take charge" in the U16 team. As soon as De Rossi graduated from U16, the captain''s armband would likely be passed to C Ronaldo.


    The next day, the entire Millwall team boarded a chartered flight to Tokyo, Japan.


    This time, Millwall''s yers were dressed uniformly. Even Messi and Aguero donned tailored suits. Though their small frames didn''t make them seem particrly handsome in suits, they certainly looked adorable.


    There was a bit of a mix-up at boarding; someone waste.


    Not a yer, but a coach.


    Boas had arrived nearly half an hourte, disheveled and rushing onto the ne with a suitcase in hand. By that time, everyone was already seated. The first-team yers appearedposed, unlike the youth and makeshift elite teams who hadn''t seen much of the world. C Ronaldo was busy taking photos, while De Rossi, ever so mature, approached Materazzi to join Pirlo and Gattuso for poker. Messi and Aguero were engrossed in an animated movie on the portable DVD yer Aldrich had given them two months prior��yes, the entire series of "Captain Tsubasa"��while younger yers like Jenas and Tallecid back, equally entertained...


    Boas crammed his luggage into an overhead bin and repeatedly apologized to his fellow coaches.


    Aldrich and Klinsmann were ying poker too. When Boas approached to apologize, Aldrich turned and was momentarily shocked.


    "You okay? Are you ill?" Klinsmann asked, concern evident.


    Boas, looking pale with swollen eyes and red veins, clearly hadn''t rested well.


    He sat down across from Jensen, signaled that he was fine as the ne took off, and pulled out a stack of reports to hand to Aldrich.


    Aldrich paused his game, epted the reports, and nced at them in surprise. "You didn''t sleep?"


    Boas nodded slightly.


    Aldrich sighed. "You''re a workaholic."


    The report in his hands was an opponent analysis that Boas had tirelessly prepared over several days.


    Unlike the opponents in the Premier League or domestic cup matches, knowing your adversaries in the Toyota Cup was not so easily aplished. Millwall''spetitor this time was Vasco da Gama from Brazil, making direct observation impossible.


    While Aldrich''s obsession with the Toyota Cup wasn''t immense, it was clear he wanted to return with a trophy from Japan, holding no significant regard for Vasco da Gama.


    There were two reasons for this. First, he needed Millwall to seize the initiative. Second, the strength of South American teams was rapidly declining. Post-Bosman ruling, the frequency with which South American talent entered Europe had risen. After all, yers could earn more in Europe, and transfers had be much easier, all of which had a direct rtion to increases in broadcasting revenues that made European clubs financially stable.


    The weighty report in Aldrich''s hands made him feel a bit guilty.


    Though it may seem of little value, gathering more information about opponents would indeed help devise more tactical preparations and improve their chances in the match.


    Boas didn''t perceive histe-night work on the report as a tremendous contribution; rather, he viewed it as part of his job and something he was expected to do.


    His younger coaching colleagues envied Boas immensely; the Millwall coaching staff had long been an ideal for aspiring young coaches. Many hopefuls wished to coborate with Aldrich, eager to exclude lesspatible mentors; Aldrich''s reputation in coaching circles was impable, as evidenced by the flood of job applications during the summer hiring period.


    "The flightsts over twelve hours; you should get some rest," Aldrich advised, putting away the reports. He couldn''t work onboard. Boas'' work ethic wasmendable, even inspiring; behind a sessful team lies such dedication.


    After fetching a light nket, Boas sat in an empty seat in the corner and closed his eyes to rest.


    "Man, that kid''s so dedicated; it seriously stresses me out," Klinsmann expressed.


    Aldrich waved a hand dismissively. "Everyone''s situation is different."


    "Things are definitely different. Klinsmann has had a ster ying career, so it''s not a big deal if his coaching doesn''t pan out. But for people like Vis-Boas, if they can''t seed in this field, it''s not that they can''t get by, but the gap in life''s achievements will be quite harsh.


    It was the same as Aldrich once told Bat: if one can''t be a sessful head coach, they might as well coast through life as a yboy.


    You have to go all in!"


    The hours on the ne stretched on, bordering on torturous.


    After roughly fourteen hours of flying, they finally arrived in Tokyo, Japan.


    The future Narita International Airport was still known as Tokyo International Airport then, a buzzing hub filled with countless Japanese and international media reporters, along with throngs of fans.


    When the entire Millwall team, led by Aldrich, emerged, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers.


    shes lit up the space, and thunderous apuse echoed in the air.


    Not only were the reporters stunned, but fans��especially female supporters��jumped with excitement.


    Who said Millwall football team was here?


    It was clearly the Millwall male model team!


    From Aldrich to the first-team yers, everyone wore dark blue suits unting the Millwall crest on their left chest.


    Aldrich, Klinsmann, Boas, Jensen, Pirlo, Nedved, Larsson, Lampard, Southgate, Schneider, Butt...


    "Regardless of how picky women can be, in this ce, there''s always a handsome man who can drive them crazy!


    "Millwall!"


    "Aldrich Hall!"


    "Pavel Nedved!"


    "Henrik Larsson!"


    ...


    The noise was a jumbled mess. Shouts of those calling out for specific yers collided, merging into a cacophony.


    Aldrich wasn''t trying to be cool; he shed a smile and waved at the fans waiting for them at the airport. The yers trailing behind him just gave a quick nod, not wanting to be left out of the moment.


    As they headed outside, the crowd flooded out like a tide, excitement crackling in the air.


    As the youth team followed the first team out, the elite juniors finally made their appearance.


    Cristiano Ronaldo, camera dangling from his neck, stood there with a scowl, frustrated as he watched the group ahead dart after the first team, who were rapidly distancing themselves.


    Jenas wandered over, curiosity evident. "What are you doing just standing there?"


    Cristiano replied, annoyed, "We''re yers for Millwall too!"


    Messi and Aguero, those two charmingds in their suits, also paused, ncing back.


    It was somewhat painful to witness. They looked like ignored wildflowers along the side of the road, tossed aside in the hustle and bustle.


    Nagygged behind the crowd, noticing the youth yers standing at the exit, unmoving while therger group surged forward to follow the first team. He quickly understood what was going on.


    These youngsters, once the stars of the youth leagues, had their pride hurt.


    Nagy walked up to C Ronaldo and patted him on the shoulder with a faint smile. "Remember today; those who turned away will regret it."


    C Ronaldo nodded emphatically, and the others shared his resolute expression.


    Who doesn''t care about fame? Who doesn''t want to be more recognized and impactful?


    Theseds, feeling "hurt" at that moment, were determined to make the faces of fans who didn''t even spare them a nce regret it!


    Nagy was quite delighted; stimting this group of kids brought him joy.


    Just wait, and see��ten years from now, who won''t know their names!

 Chapter 372: Unleashing Talents

    <h4>Chapter 372: Unleashing Talents</h4>


    Millwall''s arrival in Tokyo ignited a wave of football enthusiasm throughout the city. Over the course of two days, the first team participated in fivemercial events. If Aldrich were merely the coach, he would certainly have opposed this. However, as the club owner, he had to participate, considering the impact on the club''s reputation andmercial opportunities. The yers didn''t mind since these activities could visibly boost their ie.


    On November 31st, at 1:30 PM, a friendly match between the Millwall youth team and the Japanese youth team officially kicked off at the National Stadium in Tokyo.


    The venue was packed, as the Japanese fans wanted to support their team up close. After the youth match, there would be a game between the senior teams, making it a double feature for just one ticket.


    In a VIP box, Aldrich sat with the first team''s coaching staff, next to him was a Japanese man: Kawabuchi Saburo, the president of the Japan Football Association.


    Kawabuchi had made significant contributions to Japanese football, establishing a century-long football n and steadfastly executing it. Although he had only been president for four years, historically he had been in office for over twenty years, providing stability that allowed Japanese football to pursue long-term development.


    Throughout the match, Kawabuchi frequently whispered to Aldrich, but most of the talking came from him. Aldrich rarely spoke since he couldn''t stand Kawabuchi ''s poor English. Sometimes, he struggled for quite a while toprehend a few words.


    Japanese football has learned from Brazil''s experience and focused on technology, which is a path that suits Japanese football. If they choose to go the route of physical confrontation, they will not be able to cause a sensation outside of Asia, and it will be difficult for them to even dominate East Asia, let alonepete with the physically strong West Asian yers.


    The youth match restricted yer ages to under 17. The Japanese side consisted almost entirely of 17-year-olds, while Millwall''s yers also had minimal age differences.


    17-year-old Evra, Barzagli, and 16-year-old Lescottbined to form the back line.


    Midfield featured 17-year-olds Parker and Carrick, along with Alonso, who had just turned 17st week.


    17-year-olds Joaquin and Vicente yed as wingers.


    Up front was David Vi, who would celebrate his 17th birthday in four days.


    The goalkeeper was selected randomly.


    In Japan, while football may not be the most popr sport, the rise of national football has captured the hearts of many in this small nation of over 100 million. The fans in attendance were undoubtedly there to support their youth team, but once the game began, the cheers from the stands grew increasingly quieter.


    Despite honing their skills, the Japanese youth yers struggled against their Millwall counterparts.


    They couldn''t make any real offensive progress; errors in passing immediately led to quick counterattacks by Millwall.


    Parker sessfully intercepted in defense and passed to Alonso, who teamed up with Crick to pull off a stunning 2-on-3bination!


    Alonso made a precise through ball to Vicente, who sprinted down the left wing, leaving the defenders behind. After reaching the baseline, he pulled the ball back to the top of the box, where Alonso faked a shot and delivered a perfect pass. Vi sessfully timed his run, easily slotting the ball into the.


    It took just three minutes.


    The spectators were left stunned.


    Is this a youth match?


    The wall passes and intery between Alonso and Carrick were dazzling, with rapid exchanges that left everyone in awe.


    Kawabuchi was speechless. He knew there would be a gap between Japan''s technical y and Millwall''s tactical approach, but he never expected it to be this wide!


    After scoring, Vi jogged back to high-five Alonso before preparing to restart the match.


    Aldrich paid little attention to this opponent, and the training value for Millwall wasn''t particrly high.


    If they faced a power-oriented team, there might be training benefits. But against a team that was only halfway towards a technical style, Millwall''s youngsters thrived effortlessly. With basic passing and control, they dominated the game. The physical confrontations were less intense than those in Ennd''s youth league. On a real stage, in fiercelypetitive matches, even if you could score, you still needed physicality for positioning and ball protection; that''s the kind of training that truly matters.


    The Japanese youth team couldn''t control the pace of the game at all. As soon as they crossed midfield, they would concede. Their passing sequences rarely exceeded three sessful connections, and individual dribbles were often cut short by the superior physical y of Millwall.


    Millwall Youth systematically asserted their game. If there were no good opportunities on the nks, they would focus through the middle, with Alonso, Carrick, Parker, and Vi working seamlessly together without attempts to break through. They created chances purely through passing and movement, culminating in another goal when Alonso rifled a shot into the bottom corner from the edge of the box.


    2-0, with only 11 minutes psed.


    "Mr. Hall, how long have these kids been ying together?" Kawabuchi pondered aloud.


    The scene not only left the spectators stunned, but Kawabuchi , as the Japanese president, also wore a grim expression. If Millwall had won through sheer individual skill, that would have been eptable��the physical abilities of European yers are well known. However, both goals just scored were not from Millwall yers outssing their opponents through technical ability.


    After pondering for a moment, Aldrich replied, "That''s a tough question. Some yers have been training at the club for quite a while. For instance, the kid who scored the first goal has been with Millwall for three and a half years. The others joined two and a half years or a year and a half ago, and only three yers on the field joined the club six months ago."


    "It''s no wonder they have such high chemistry."


    Aldrich fell silent.


    In just 11 minutes, the Millwall youth team had highlighted the vast gap between them and the Japanese youth team, who had absolutely no way to retaliate!


    After gaining a two-goal lead, the Millwall youth team yed even more freely, showcasing their individual skills. Joaquin and Vicente tore apart the Japanese right-back, forcing the opposition to send center-backs or midfielders to help defend. However, this exposed defensive vulnerabilities in other areas.


    Vi was having a st today; with the two wingers attracting defenders, he had Alonso and Carrick providing service from behind. By halftime, he had scored four goals.


    The scoreline left the Japanese fans regretting their ticket purchases.


    7-0.


    Such a scoreline was brutally humiliating!


    The Japanese youth team had copsedpletely minutes into the game, with a disorganized defense full of holes.


    This was why Aldrich believed the match offered little training value for Millwall''s U17 yers��the gap was simply too vast. The tactical awareness of the opponents was rmingly weak, and their psychological state crumbled after conceding the third goal, leading to frequent defensive mistakes.


    During the break, officials from the Japanese Football Association, led by Kawabayashi Saburo, gathered closely to discuss in hushed tones. Kawabayashi''s serious demeanor hinted that the match had highlighted their deficiencies, or maybe it had exposed them to a more formidable style of y. They did not appear enraged or humiliated. After all, this game had been sponsoredvishly by Japan''s associates, who had brought Millwall over for the match to shine a light on the youth team''s limitations. One really can''t me Millwall for going all out.


    The head coach leading the youth team today was Dean Richards, who made five substitutions during halftime.


    Yenas and Nn came on for Parker and Carrick.


    Cristiano, Messi, and Aguero reced Joaquin, Vicente, and Vi.


    The first two substitutions were normal; the audience didn''t even notice that Yenas was just 15.


    But when Cristiano, Messi, and Aguero entered the field, the Japanese fans went wild.


    Are Millwall deliberately trying to humiliate us?


    Cristiano looked barely 15, while Messi and Aguero appeared like they were 11 or 12��especially Messi; nobody would doubt he was 10.


    In the second half, the Japanese youth team made aplete overhaul; the yers who had been thoroughly defeated in the first half were nearly at their breaking point. There was nothing to gain from continuing the match��better to take a pause and regroup for the future.


    Kawabuchi returned to his seat to watch the second half, but when he saw Millwall''s substitutions, he frowned and murmured, "Mr. Hall, is this a slight from Millwall?"


    Aldrich turned and asked, "Mr. Kawabayashi, does the Japanese Football Association expect Millwall to take this match seriously or to just treat it as a formality?"


    "Of course, we hope you give it your all!"


    "Then let''s simply enjoy the second half from here."


    Kawabayashi suppressed his anger; he felt just like the fans��Millwall seemed poised to "toy with" the Japanese youth team. They could make changes, but not in such an insulting manner!


    The newly introduced Japanese yers looked at the opposing front line, two of whom were noticeably shorter, which only added to their frustration.


    Are they looking down on us?


    But when the second half began, the spectators were left astounded.


    Yenas intercepted sessfully and passed to Alonso, who sent it forward to Aguero.


    Messi sprinted over to join Ag��ero, and in that cramped area, the duo immediately started their dazzling intery.


    A one-two, then a two-on-two; just as the third defender seemed to wise up and was looking to block their magic wall pass, Ag��ero surprised everyone by shifting his weight and darting past him. With the defense scrambling, he yed a brilliant through ball into the open space between the defenders!


    The winger, Cristiano Ronaldo, raced in, and the defender immediately slid to block his shot. With a deft touch, Ronaldo stopped the ball and pulled it into the center. Now, one-on-one with the goalkeeper, he could easily score with a simple push. Yet today, on this pitch, he chose to show off a little.


    He charged toward the goalkeeper, performed a couple of fancy footwork tricks, and flicked the ball over the defense with a shy heel touch, sending it into the.


    A moment of silence filled the stadium before the Japanese fans erupted into cheers, apuding Cristiano.


    This yer, despite being much younger than the rest, yed with such ir and elegance, scoring effortlessly. No matter how steadfast their stance, the crowd couldn''t resist pping for him.


    Aldrich shook his head slightly, a wry smile appearing on his face.


    This kid is up to his old tricks again.


    But it''s just a friendly match; there''s no harm in indulging his vanity a little.


    Kawabayashi Saburo was utterly astounded. Throughout the first half, Millwall yers rarely disyed such technical prowess, leaving him questioning whether this was something all their yers could do or if that level of quality was simply their norm.


    In fact, Richards had sent Cristiano, Messi, and Aguero onto the pitch to allow them to y and feel the atmosphere of the game.


    As the small-statured Messi shielded the ball, twisting and turning to evade three defenders, the entire audience was rendered numb.


    The Japanese youth team found no opportunity to foul him; that little guy was incredibly infuriating! He zigzagged left and right, forward and back, appearing to move at a rxed pace until a defender got close, at which point he would burst into speed, leaving them nearly in agony!


    Cristiano Ronaldo was having his fun too, showcasing dazzling moves that received loud cheers. However, after being dispossessed twice back-to-back, the coach on the sidelines, Richards, was losing his patience.


    "I let you guys y, not to treat it like street football!"

 Chapter 373: Drogba’s Arrival

    <h4>Chapter 373: Drogba''s Arrival</h4>


    Dean Richards stood on the sidelines, pointing at Cristiano Ronaldo while shouting at him. Ronaldo immediately lowered his head and obediently sprinted back to defend.


    Messi and Agueroughed secretly: "This is screwed!"


    Both of them also started to frequently dribble the ball, but they would pass when needed. The reason for their excessive ball control was that they couldn''t find a good outlet; the Japanese youth team, with the exception of the goalkeeper, had all retreated to defend in their half. What had initially been a spacious field rapidly became cramped. Millwall''s midfield only had Alonso and Yenas moving forward to organize ys, and before any attack reached a dangerous area, yers needed to rely on individual skill to break through the defense.


    Cristiano''s shy tricks were starting to feel over-the-top. In a match that was clearly heading for a ughter, showing off like that was, indeed, a bit humiliating for the opponent.


    Although Richards had yed only a few seasons in his career, he came from a defensive background and deeply understood that while this match might not matter much, it could hinder Ronaldo''s future development. If he faced a tough yer in a real match, he might end up with a broken leg!


    Ronaldo didn''t dare to keep ying with fire, especially after being dispossessed multiple times earlier.


    He felt embarrassed, but the audience saw it differently. Ronaldo was obviously ying against opponents three to four years older than him, taking risks and appearing dominant. Even in failure, the spectators thoroughly appreciated his style.


    Especially the representatives of the sponsors in a box on the other side of the field.


    Andrew arrived in Tokyo even earlier than Millwall; he was there for meetings with sponsors.


    The sponsors tied to Millwall were all eagerly anticipating the club''s victory in the Toyota Cup. Today''s matches featuring the youth and junior teams had particrly thrilled Umbro, who had just signed on to support Millwall''s lower-tier teams. They immediately saw a return on their investment.


    A representative from Nike stood next to Andrew. They spoke quietly together, and each time a yer was mentioned, Andrew would provide a short introduction.


    Vi, Alonso, Ronaldo, Messi, Aguero... it seemed Nike was interested in signing all the standout youth yers from this match.


    However, Nike''s real interesty with Millwall''s first-team superstars. Due to the team''s long-standing partnership with Puma, and the loyalty shown by yers like Nedved and Larsson, Nike found it difficult to poach them. If they were to seed in doing so, Millwall would likely be unhappy, as it could trigger a series of negativemercial repercussions.


    Andrew maintained a friendly demeanor towards the Nike representative. Deep down, he hoped that Nike could be Millwall''s sponsor in the near future, recing Puma. After all, Nike''s ambitious approach in the industry was quite formidable. Having entered football in the 1990s, they had managed to sign Ronaldo, who almost led Brazil to the 1998 World Cup title, showcasing their power and expansion ambitions.


    In terms of financial strength, Nike was at the top of the industry, making relentless efforts in promotion. For any star yer partnering with Nike, it was sure to be a mutually beneficial rtionship.


    If it were a first-team star, Andrew would deliberate, but with younger yers, he had no such concerns.


    Nike nned to invest early, spreading their resources widely. Given Millwall''s ability to nurture talent, if they invested in five or six yers, it was likely that at least one or two would eventually make it to the top stage, making their current investment almost negligible.


    After starting to y well, Cristiano assisted Aguero for a goal before Balzagli scored off a corner, leading Millwall''s youth team to a final score of 10-0 against their Japanese counterparts.


    Even Aldrich hadn''t anticipated that Cristiano, Messi, and Aguero would secure sponsorship contracts from Nike after just half a match. Though it was only worth several thousand pounds, considering their age, it was a source of pride for them.


    Alonso and Vi also garnered attention, but their contracts would be carefully considered. Andrew did not immediately agree to Nike''s terms, as Alonso and Vi were still young enough that they could see first-team action within a couple of years, while the future for Ronaldo, Messi, and Aguero was still uncertain.


    After the junior team''s match, it was the turn of the youth team.


    There was a 30-minute break at halftime to give the yers a break.


    But at this time, Millwall''s youth team no longer has dazzling stars like the junior team.


    Leading the attack were David Larmore, Joe Cole, and Drogba.


    In midfield, the seasoned Daniele De Rossi and Pedretti were deployed.


    In defense, Metzelder and Ledley King held the center, with Ashley Cole and Paulo Ferreira taking the right and left nks.


    There were also three young yers from the regr reserve team.


    There was no other option; yers like Bresciano and Cahill, who had better skills, had been loaned out at the start of the season.


    Seeing the starting lineup for Millwall''s youth team, Kawabuchi Saburo turned to Aldrich with a puzzled look and asked, "Mr. Hall, didn''t we previously agree on rules regarding the under-21 age bracket?"


    Aldrich understood what he was inquiring about. yers like De Rossi and Pedrotti appeared to be under 18.


    "We''re short on numbers, and some yers in the 18-21 age group are out on loan, so we''ve assembled this squad," he exined.


    Kawabuchi had no furtherments.


    The Japanese U21 squad didn''t send out their top yers either. Hidetoshi Nakata, who is now in Serie A, fits the age range but is already with the national team. The Japan FA wouldn''t go through the trouble of bringing Nakata back from Italy for the sake of a friendly match.


    Their aim was primarily to learn and exchange ideas, and while thest match had been a dismal defeat, Kawabuchi felt it had been quite valuable. In contrast, Aldrich felt quite the opposite; they were there to expose Japanese football to arger perspective.


    While it might not be entirely convincing that the national team could perform at a high level, witnessing a club''s youth squad y such beautiful football firsthand was undeniable verification for the Japanese Football Association. It wasn''t just eptance; there were many valuable lessons to take away.


    The tactics of the youth team are not asplicated as those of the teenagers.


    Though Millwall took an early lead again, Aldrich didn''t even smile.


    As Larmore sent an over-the-top pass to Drogba, thetter bulldozed through his opponents and mmed the ball into the. This was a case of physical supremacy,rgely unrted to tactical finesse.


    For this match, the Japan U21 team specifically selected strong yers, but they found themselves up against a beast like Didier Drogba, making it feel like a battle of man versus monster.


    Drogba was still new to the team after just six months, and his technique was notably rough. Yet, he seemed immovable, and every attempt by the Japanese yers to tackle him saw them bounce off like rubber balls.


    After six minutes following the goal, there was a moment that made Aldrich chuckle.


    A Japanese defender attempted to slide tackle Drogba from behind as he turned to receive the ball. Drogba sensed it, half-turned to shield the ball, but the opponent charged in and collided with Drogba''s back, immediately falling to the ground and rolling 180 degrees.


    The referee blew for a foul against Drogba.


    Drogba spread his hands innocently, looking bewildered at the Japanese yer on the ground, nursing his hip.


    The yer had charged in too hard and ended up colliding with Drogba when he shifted his position, which resulted in him getting thrown off bnce. He probably got too eager for the tackle.


    This match didn''t seem to have much training value; the squad was a makeshift arrangementcking cohesion, relying mostly on individual abilities instead of teamwork, which didn''t provide many opportunities and felt quite drab.


    However, Aldrich did notice some bright spots in the game.


    David Larmore, a once-promising talent, was very active on the field. Perhaps because he wasn''t physically outmatched by the Japanese yers. Not only did he deliver several brilliant passes, but he and Joe Cole alsobined effectively on the attack.


    Just before halftime, after dribbling past one defender, Joe Cole threaded a decisive pass through the defense. Larmore broke the offside trap and slotted it home. Aldrich felt a surge of approval; Larmore''s positioning and game read were excellent. If he could improve his physicality, he might not be a first-team forward in Millwall, but he could certainly be a reliable substitute.


    Aldrich stopped concerning himself with what Kawabuchi and the Japanese Football Association thought of the match and turned to engage in a lengthy discussion with Jensen.


    Their conversation centered around Larmore.


    By the end of the match, Millwall''s youth team defeated the Japanese youth team 3-1.


    As dusk fell, the audience rose to apud both teams.


    In just four and a half hours, the Japanese fans witnessed the gap between Japanese football and Europe''s top-level teams.


    While it wasn''t a match between the Japanese national team and Millwall''s first team, the showdown among the youth teams offered a faint glimpse into the future.


    The Japanese Football Association graciously invited Millwall''s coaching staff to dinner, and Kawabuchi had many questions about youth training that he wanted to ask Aldrich.


    When faced with the invitation from Kawabuchi Saburo, Aldrich dly epted; it was all about pure academic exchange.


    It was almost nine o''clock when they returned to the hotel. Aldrich stood on the balcony of his suite, alone, holding an ashtray as he smoked.


    The bustling lights of Tokyo filled his view. As the smoke swirled around him, he gazed at the shing neon lights and the busy streets, almost perceiving the seductive scent of decay in the air.


    For some reason, a lingering sadness enveloped him, refusing to fade away.


    Having led Millwall from obscurity to being a top manager, he found himself wishing for someone by his side��someone to share this moment with. It didn''t have to be an extravagant celebration; even just standing next to him, watching the night sky while he smoked, would bring him a special sense of contentment and happiness.


    But there was nothing��nothing but an empty space beside him. The only sounds were the distant, muffled noises from the street.


    He took out his phone and called Mnie.


    At that moment, Mnie was also going through a chaotic phase in her life and career.


    The Spice Girls had finished their world tour. Geri had departed, and Victoria wanted to get married. Other members were also getting pregnant, and it seemed this once-renowned group had reached the brink of disbandment after a brief shining moment in the UK music scene.


    What the future held for them was unclear; they were all in the midst of discussions, but regardless, their once-glorious fame was beginning to wane.


    Aldrich had not been in contact with Mnie for a month and a half. He didn''t know how she felt.


    After his call went unanswered, it ended up being simply disconnected.


    He tried again��no answer.


    Not long after, Aldrich received a text from Mnie.


    "Don''t contact me again. I won''t change my mind. I''ll raise the child alone; it has nothing to do with you!"


    After reading the message, Aldrich grabbed the ashtray and turned back to throw it into the room...

 Chapter 374: Efficiency Over Elegance

    <h4>Chapter 374: Efficiency Over Elegance</h4>


    Cristiano Ronaldo excitedly picked up the phone in his room to share the good news with his family. Just moments ago, Andrew hade by to inform him that he had secured a contract with Nike for him.


    He was making money!


    Fifty thousand pounds!


    To him, that was a fortune.


    As he told his mother about it, pride seeped through his words.


    However, his mother kept reminding him to listen to Aldrich...


    In another room, Ag��ero and Messi were engrossed in a video game.


    De Rossi and Barzagli were sneaking peeks at a Japanese adult film in their room.


    Drogba lured Pedretti into a n to sneak out of the hotel and check out Tokyo''s nightlife, only to be caught by Craig, who was now reprimanding them in their room.


    Vi and Alonso were in one room; Vi wore headphones listening to music while Alonso was reading...


    Meanwhile, their boss, the club''s ultimate authority Aldrich, was in his room discussing child custody issues with Andrew.


    The room was a mess, and Aldrich''s ashtray was shattered; he had no motivation to tidy up.


    When Andrew arrived and saw the state of the room, he knew Aldrich was feeling worse than ever.


    He had never seen Aldrich vent his anger by smashing things before.


    Aldrich leaned against the sofa, his eyes half-closed as he supported his chin with one hand.


    After he calmly exined the situation, Andrew hesitated to respond.


    When Aldrich finally opened his eyes and gazed at him, Andrew sighed, "You and her aren''t married. There''s no custody issue! The child belongs to her. If she chooses to be a single mother, that''s her decision. If you want custody, even if youwyer up, you won''t win. Her financial status would ensure your defeat. However, you can have visitation rights regardless of marriage; you can still see the child."


    Aldridge shook his head repeatedly and said coldly: "I won''t be like a stranger who only appears in front of my child asionally!"


    After a moment of consideration, Andrew murmured, "If you truly want custody, it''s not out of the question."


    "How?"


    "I mean, if she were to start using drugs..."


    "No, no, no, Andrew! You shouldn''t think that way or say it out loud!"


    Aldrich stood up, still shaking his head.


    Andrew''s words were too dangerous.


    Though the Hall family was bing wealthier and mingling with high society, it didn''t mean they could disregard thew.


    Andrew''s suggestion was a dangerous implication that Aldrich couldn''t ept, and he needed to warn Andrew to cut off any thoughts along those lines.


    "Aldrich, do you know how these custody battles usually end?"


    Aldrich turned to re at him, and Andrew continued, "A man and woman be bitter enemies, slinging mud at each other, magnifying each other''s ws, exposing potential legal or moral failings. If you decide to take it to court, Mnie''swyer will do the same to you."


    Aldrich fell silent.


    If that''s how it would end, it would be brutal.


    Andrew sighed softly, standing up and cing a reassuring hand on Aldrich''s shoulder. "I''ve heard about her troubles too. Try to see it from her perspective; she''s facing dual pressures from her career and love life. Maybe the message she sent you was just her acting out of anger. Once she calms down, and you do too, maybe you won''t need to take it to court, which would certainly lead to mutual hatred. You mentioned that you think she''ll ignore the family if she pursues her music career, which isn''t what you want. When she realizes she can''t dedicate time to the child, she might change her stance. I suggest you give it some time."


    Aldrich did feel somewhat muddled, but Andrew''s points made sense, even though he still felt uneasy.


    After Andrew left, Aldrichy down on the bed, staring nkly at the ceiling.


    The next day, after a poor night''s sleep, Aldrich drank plenty of coffee to keep himself alert. The first team had confirmed the starting lineup and held a pre-match briefing earlier that morning.


    The match would take ce that evening, with Millwall facing Vasco da Gama, one a European Champions Cup champion, the other a Copa Libertadores champion,ing together for the Toyota Cup!


    Although Millwall enjoyed high poprity in Japan after their Asian tour that summer, Brazil had strong ties with Japan, so Brazilian teams also had considerable support there.


    At the National Stadium in Tokyo, Aldrich stood with a stern expression on the sidelines, waiting silently for the game to start.


    With the previous day''s experience, Japanese fans were eager to see how Millwall''s first team would perform in the final.


    Larsson and Pirlo were still recovering from injuries but were expected to return to training in about ten days. They had joined the team in Tokyo and were sitting in the stands in their suits.


    As the game kicked off, Vasco da Gama quickly showcased their yers'' individual technical skills, a hallmark of South American teams. South American clubs usuallygged tactically behind European teams, but theypensated with personal ability.


    However, since the Bosman ruling, while national teams in South America continued this tradition, club strength had been on a downward trend for years.


    Millwall yed a possession game today to minimize space for opponents tounch counter-attacks.


    They had a higher possession rate than usual and were patient, waiting for the right opportunities instead of rushing shots.


    The match started slowly, with few exciting moments.


    It wasn''t until the 37th minute of the first half that Millwall scored; Ronaldinho assisted Van Nistelrooy for a goal.


    "This is a typical European-style football y��Millwall disyed great dominance today with their continuous passing. The attackers were moving back and forth in the front line to stretch the defense. But they were cautious with their final passes, seemingly only making threatening passes when they had a 100% guarantee. Vasco da Gama didn''t manage a single shot. The disparity in strength between the two teams seems vast; however, Millwall''s style of y is not particrly engaging. With eight minutes left in the first half, the teams hadbined for only five shots, all from Millwall. We''re seeing one shot every seven minutes, making for a dull match for the viewers."


    Aldrich didn''t care; his goal was to achieve an efficient victory with the least amount of physical exertion!


    Millwall''s long journey and yers'' attendance atmercial events would inevitably impact their physical condition. After this match, they would return to London, immediately facing a series of back-to-back matches��a League Cup game, thest round of the Champions League group stage, and then the Christmas match rush. The team had to win this match at the lowest cost.


    After the 1-0 score, Aldrich waved his hand from the sidelines, indicating Millwall to tighten up and y defensively.


    During halftime, Aldrich substituted Nedved and Van Nistelrooy, bringing in seven defenders and relying on Ronaldinho to orchestrate transitions, with Henry and Gronkjaer using their speed to exploit gaps.


    Vasco da Gama, frustrated and unable to touch the ball in the first half, would now face a Millwall defense that was as solid as iron whenever they tried to press into the danger zone. They didn''t have the physical advantage, and with Millwall''s intricate chain defense, many of their shots ended up flying over.


    As the attacking troops surged forward and the defenders joined in, Millwall''s counterattack was like a sword piercing directly into the rival''s heart!


    Schneider made a long clearance from the back, sending the ball to the front. Vasco da Gama''s defender miscalcted and allowed Henry to break through. When the goalkeeper came out, Henry passed the ball to the trailing Ronaldinho, who was about 40 yards away, and he expertly lobbed it into the goal.


    "Millwall has extended the score through a counter-attack! At this rate, the match''s suspense has evaporated. Aldrich Hall is known as a tactical master in European football, and today he''s disyed a very utilitarian side to his tactics. In the first half, they did indeed y very fluidly as a team butcked any thrilling moments, resembling a luby that makes the audience sleepy. In the second half, their defending and counter-attacks were efficient and simple, leveraging the speed of the yers to find chances. But this isn''t the Millwall we yearned for��the team that engaged in exhrating battles against European kings like Real Madrid."


    Aldrich didn''t care about the critics; they scored again, and he continued to make substitutions, taking Ronaldinho off for a rest. Henry had just returned, and the n was to limit his y to one game a week. Keeping him on today would mean he could rest for uing league matches back in London.


    Afterpleting the substitutions, Aldrich returned to the bench, calmly awaiting the clock to run down.


    Today, Vasco da Gama had no answer against Millwall''s staunch defense. Their individual capabilities were thoroughly suppressed, thanks to the detailed report by Vis-Boas that analyzed each yer''s characteristics and habits. Millwall''s marking was precise and targeted; take Schneider, for example��his marking against an opposing winger was wless. By forcing the opponent to use their weak foot, they effectively neutralized them.


    When the final whistle blew, the score settled at 2-0. Millwall''s coaches and yers rose from the bench, congratting one another. Pirlo and Larsson also descended from the stands, smiling and embracing their teammates in celebration.


    Millwall proudly lifted the Toyota Cup.


    During the celebration, Aldrich deliberately pulled Vis-Boas over, draping an arm around his shoulder for a photo.


    Leaning in, Aldrich sincerely said, "Thank you. Today''s victory isrgely thanks to you. We need partners like you; you are both the guarantee of our sess and the foundation of our new glory."


    Hearing this, Vis-Boas was both touched and thrilled. Receiving Aldrich''s direct affirmation was a huge morale boost, even if Aldrich was just a year older; to Vis-Boas, Aldrich loomed like a mountain that one must look up to.


    Ronaldinho, with one goal and one assist, was named man of the match, receiving a key to a Toyota car.


    After iming his reward, he dashed up to Aldrich and tossed him the car keys with a heartyugh, "Hey, Boss, this car is for you!"


    Aldrich chuckled and chided, "Are you just trying to dump your hassle on me?"


    Ronaldinho simplyughed, not offering any rification.


    Aldrich then turned around and tossed the keys to Boas, grinning, "Now it''s your reward."


    Coaches'' sries were significantly lower than yers'', often less than one-seventh of the top yers'' sries. Vis-Boas epted the reward, then arranged for the car to be sold before leaving Tokyo, converting it into cash for his ount.


    Before Millwall returned to London after their championship victory, The Times published a satirical headline:


    **"In Pursuit of the Grand m, Does Millwall Consider Exiting the Premier League''s Top Three?"**


    The article reviewed the trophies Millwall had earned over the years: the League Cup, FA Cup, League title, Community Shield, European Super Cup, European Winners Cup, European Champions Cup, and now the Toyota Cup.


    What was Millwall missing to achieve the Grand m?


    The UEFA Cup.

 Chapter 375: The Cost of Ambition

    <h4>Chapter 375: The Cost of Ambition</h4>


    After winning the Toyota Cup, Millwall embarked on their journey home. The long hours on the ne took a toll on the yers'' rest, and upon returning to London, Aldrich granted the team another day off. They wouldn''t return to training until two days before the weekend league match.


    After a morning jog with Yvonne, Aldrich had breakfast with her. Her car had some issues and was in for repairs, so Aldrich drove her to the club.


    On the way, Yvonne curiously asked, "How was Japan?"


    Aldrich shook his head while driving. "I didn''t go for fun; it was allmercial activities or watching matches."


    "No romantic encounters?"


    "Ha, ha, none."


    "How about we n a proper trip to Japan sometime?"


    "Not really interested. There are too many people there. I work in crowded stadiums every week; when I go on vacation, I''d prefer some peace and quiet."


    "Wait, is that a kind of agoraphobia?"


    "Not at all. I''m not afraid of interacting with others."


    They enjoyed an easy chat along the way. Upon reaching the club, Aldrich arrived early, eager to get back into work mode after yesterday''s rest.


    As he parked at the entrance, he noticed a confrontation between the security guard and a little girl.


    The girl seemed about ten years old, looked quite charming, with simple clothing thatcked the shy style of today''s youth.


    "What''s going on?" Aldrich inquired.


    The guard, Barry, a diligent employee in his thirties, replied, "Mr. Hall, this child ims she''s here to see Coach Fiona, but Coach Fiona hasn''t arrived yet."


    Aldrich looked at the little girl, who pouted slightly, looking quite distressed. He took out his phone to find Fiona''s number. When he called, he found that her phone was turned off. Smiling, he asked, "What''s your rtionship with Ms. Fiona?"


    "She''s my mom."


    "What''s your name?"


    "Rosie Whittaker."


    Aldrich thought for a moment. Security guard Barry, concerned that Aldrich might think he was being unreasonable, exined, "Mr. Hall, she can''t prove that. I can''t let her in."


    Aldrich nodded with a smile, understanding Barry''s predicament.


    Two years ago, some fans pretending to be club staff or rtives had sneaked into the club just to get close to their idol yers. A particr incident involved an Eastern European iming to be Nedved''s brother, which led to a hrious scene when he rushed to embrace Nedved, professing his admiration.


    "Get in the car; I''ll take you inside. Coach Fiona will arrive within an hour."


    "Okay."


    Before climbing into the car, Whitaker shot an annoyed look at security guard Barry, clearly unhappy with being denied entry.


    Barry just pursed his lips, thinking, "What a child."


    "Don''t you realize how dangerous it is to get into someone else''s car so easily?" Yvonne, in the passenger seat, turned around to smile at Whitaker in the back.


    Whitaker brushed off the concern, replying, "I know him. I''ve seen him in the news, and my mom has mentioned him��Aldrich Hall. I''m not some na?ve kid; I came to London on my own, and there''s no danger at all!"


    As Aldrich drove toward the parking lot, heughed, "Lady Fiona has mentioned me? What did she say?"


    Whitaker mischievously said, "She praised you! Said you''re a great guy!"


    "Ha ha ha... Yvonne, she''s a little rascal. What happened to that country innocence?" Aldrich chuckled.


    Yvonne smiled as well.


    Who really talks about others privately just to heap on thepliments? A "great guy"?


    Yvonne, bothughing and shaking her head, said, "You tter him, but that won''t get your mom a raise or a bonus."


    Whitaker, with a serious tone, replied, "Actually, my mom says he can be a bit rigid at times."


    "Perfect! Your mom won''t see a paycheck this week!" Aldrich said, keeping a stern expression.


    Whitaker was suddenly frustrated and cried, "Hey, how can you be like this? You can''t take a little praise, but the moment I say something slightly negative, you turn it into a big deal!"


    Aldrich shot back without a hint of politeness, "You''ve got a lot on your mind for such a young kid. Why be so deliberately insincere?"


    Whittaker puffed out his cheeks and whispered, "My dad always said you have to be smart when talking to the adults here."


    "And what does your dad do?"


    "He runs our family farm."


    "Don''t pay attention to your dad; city people aren''t that gullible��they don''t respond to ttery the way you do."


    When they arrived at the parking lot, Aldrich, with a smile, said, "Thisdy will wait with you until your mom arrives. If you want to tour the ce, you''re wee. Nice to officially meet you, Aldrich Hall."


    Aldrich, ustomed to treating kids equally, bent down to shake Rosie''s hand.


    Rosie looked a bit nervous, staring up at Aldrich as she awkwardly reached out.


    When their hands met, Aldrich grinned. "Is this your first handshake?"


    She nodded shyly. "Yeah, first time someone''s shook my hand."


    With a quick exchange of nces with Yvonne, Aldrich waved and turned to leave.


    Rosie watched him thoughtfully as Yvonne led her to the club''s office building, and all the way, Rosie was buzzing with questions about Aldrich.


    As training time approached, yers gradually arrived at the training ground. Aldrich was discussing training ns with Klinsmann. Having just returned from their travels, the team''s training intensity needed adjustment today.


    Fiona, the fitness coach, appeared a bitte. As she approached Aldrich, she sincerely said, "Aldrich, I''m sorry for the trouble; my daughter''s visit caused some inconvenience."


    Aldrich waved it off. "What trouble? She''s very understanding; a good kid."


    Fiona didn''t say anything more. Having worked with Aldrich for over three years, she knew his temperament well��he wasn''t the type to be cold and unapproachable.


    Under Fiona''s guidance, Millwall began another day of training.


    Millwall was up against Leeds United for the weekend league match. After a string of away games due to European matches, they now had to y away again after returning from the Toyota Cup. What terrible luck!


    At End Road, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness from head to toe.


    The team''s performance was dismal!


    They clearly looked like they couldn''t keep up with their rivals, and their passing sess rate had taken a significant nose-dive.


    In the 41st minute, Schneider made a weak pass intended for winger Gronkjaer. Gronkjaer rushed for the ball, only to realize it wasn''t going to make it and attempted to turn back for it, but it was toote; Leeds'' left-back intercepted andunched a counter-attack.


    Australian star Kewell received the ball, cutting inside before threading a pass behind Materazzi. Hasselbaink made a diagonal run and scored with a precise shot into the far corner.


    "Leeds United takes a 1-0 lead over Millwall! The goal stemmed from Schneider''s pass error and followed by Leeds'' swift counter, with an impressivebination between Kewell and Hasselbaink. David O''Leary''s team has been performing far better than expected. Does anyone at End Road miss Graham now? They have the youthful O''Leary at the helm��um, sorry, with Hall on the pitch, the term ''youthful'' shouldn''t apply to anyone else."


    David O''Leary, a legend who yed over 15 years at Arsenal, spent his final two years at Leeds United after Graham moved to Spurs. O''Leary took over the reins, leading Leeds to an exhrating emergence in the Premier League, rivaling Millwall''s initial foray into the top division.


    Aldrich sighed helplessly from the sidelines.


    In the past week, the team had spent nearly 30 hours on nes, two days onmercial activities, and a full day for the Toyota Cup preparations, not to mention the two-time time zone changes��they were not in form today. Aldrich had prepared but hadn''t anticipated the drop in performance.


    The reasons for the poor performance were clear, but not even a coach''s adjustments could restore yers from such ackluster physical condition.


    Millwall''s game n today was focused on counter-attacks, prioritizing defense, yet An Smith, the tireless young striker, was a relentless force for Leeds. O''Leary had paired Smith with Hasselbaink, making Smith more of a defensive forward, constantly harassing Millwall''s defense.


    Schneider''s mistake stemmed from the pressure applied by Smith''s aggressive y.


    In the box at End Road, Leeds'' chairman Ridsdale and his assistant were taking in the match. After Leeds scored, he celebrated briefly, but when the halftime score remained unchanged, he turned to his assistant, their expressions serious.


    "Thetest football professional agency reports value Millwall at ��170 million," his assistant reported.


    Ridsdale pondered this.


    Before 1994 or, more specifically, before the summer of 1995, what was Millwall worth?


    Not much, and it was a money-losing venture!


    They were falling behind on the new stadium project, with contracts nearing default.


    Without the Hall family''s investment, Millwall would have faced bankruptcy or crippling debt.


    Yet in just a few short years, Millwall''s value skyrocketed, now trailing only Manchester United, Liverpool, and Arsenal.


    "What''s the focus of this valuation?" Ridsdale asked solemnly.


    His assistant quickly replied, "yer value ounts for over 70% of it."


    This wasn''t surprising; the club''s infrastructure held little value, even their training ground was worth more than the stadium itself.


    When assessing the yers during valuation, their worth wouldn''t be inted. Larsson and Nedved were both valued at ��10 million, while Henry depreciated to ��6 million.


    The fluctuation in yer value, added to the length of their contracts, meant that if a yer left for free in three or four years, the club wouldn''t recoup any of that investment. Hence, yer values were moderately discounted in assessments.


    Ridsdale mumbled, "Without good yers, Millwall isn''t worth anything at all."

 Chapter 376: Consecutive Defeats.

    <h4>Chapter 376: Consecutive Defeats.</h4>


    Ridsdale''s sighs sounded odd to his assistant,ing off as mere whining.


    "What a pointlessint."


    Without good yers, the club was sure to be worthless.


    If Manchester United didn''t have the talented yers of the ss of 1992 - if there were no top stars like Schmeichel, Keane, Stam, how could they achieve good results and make money?


    "Cough, cough. In the summer of ''96, Millwall ranked seventh from the bottom in terms of operational ie across the Premier League. A yearter, in the summer of ''97, they were sixth. Just half a month ago, in the ie statistics, they ranked just below Manchester United and eighteenth in Europe. When you include their yer sales, there''s no doubt they were the most profitable club in Europest year."


    As Ridsdale listened, he thought about how Millwall''s ie was primarily supported by their excellent performance. Winning the UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup and the league title made them the sixth highest earners in the league, while finishing third in the league and winning the Champions League put them just below United.


    "The assessment report predicts that if Millwall can maintain their performance from the past two years, they will be the club with the highest operational ie in the Premier League, and possibly in all of Europe, by 2001."


    Why 2001?


    Because in 2000, Millwall would move into a new stadium, leading to a leap in revenue.


    Ridsdale scoffed, "So, maintainst year''s performance? Winning a league title and a Champions League every two years? Plus the FA and League Cups? What a ridiculous idea! The Champions League is incredibly challenging to win. Last season''s sess had a significant luck factor; they knocked out Juventus with ast-minute goal. Beating Real Madrid was through penalties��can they do that again? Let''s see if they can pull off anotherte goal against Juventus."


    His assistant responded, "Actually, if Millwall can keep qualifying for the Champions League each season and make it to the knockout stages, their revenue will be securely within the top ten in Europe after moving to the new stadium. If they can snag a few more trophies, it would hardly be surprising if they became one of the richest clubs in Europe. When they returned from Tokyo, Millwall''s CEO Adam made an interestingment��have you heard about it?"


    Ridsdale wasn''t interested and shook his head. "Haven''t heard it. It''s probably just another trophy won by Millwall."


    "No. It''s not rted to the Toyota Cup. Adam dered that Millwall has over ten million fans in Asia."


    "Even if Millwall has a hundred million fans in Asia, so what?"


    Ridsdale scoffed.


    The broadcasting rights for the Premier League are sold as a package, and the same goes for the Champions League. While the size of the fan base does influence the distribution of broadcasting revenue in the Premier League, the league has its own methods of evaluation. It''s not enough for Millwall to simply im they have a certain number of fans; those ims must be substantiated.


    How much can the club''s ie really increase with a ton of Asian fans?


    Would even 1% buy official jerseys?


    Would they purchase season tickets?


    In terms of direct revenue, foreign fans bring minimal financial benefit to the club.


    The assistant calmly exined: "Adam''s statement was not directed at the club owner Hall or the fans, but was a euphemistic way to convey Millwall''s presence in Asia to sponsors! It may be a bit exaggerated, but it is definitely positive."


    Ridsdale finally realized that this was a marketing strategy.


    Millwall''s fan base abroad was growing increasinglyrger. While it might not directly trante into substantial revenue for the club, it encourages sponsors to contribute more in sponsorship fees. This trip to Tokyo not only brought back the Toyota Cup trophy for Millwall, but they also signed five new sponsorship deals, all with Asianpanies. This is a crucial way in which international influence trantes intomercial revenue.


    Finally, his assistant concluded, "Millwall''s rapid rise from a worthless club to a wealthy European club over the years is mainly due to two points: first, their performance, and second,mercial development. Specifically, it''s about capturing the fan market. Allmercial ie for football clubs is directly or indirectly paid for by fans��in other words, the money the team makes is ultimately from fans."


    Ridsdale silently watched the pitch as the second half was about to begin, but in his mind, he was calcting how to make the Yorkshire White Rose bloom splendidly!


    "Do you think if we offered a huge sum to lure Millwall''s yers, we might achieve our goal?"


    Ridsdale wanted Leeds United to be a money-making powerhouse. He believed they were just a tiny bit away from that!


    Last season, Leeds finished sixth in the league. This season, they were temporarily fifth, but the gap with the top four was widening. With the expansion of the Champions League next season, he naturally hoped his team could share that tempting cake. At the beginning of the season, he was disappointed when the attempt to bring in Martin O''Neill fell through. Unexpectedly, O''Riley gave him a surprise.


    His assistant shook his head. "The main yers from the first team definitely won''te to End Road. The substitutes, however, might have a chance, but to bring them in, not to mention how much they''d be extorted for the transfer fee, we''d at least need to offer them 1.5 times what they earn at Millwall."


    Ridsdale replied calmly, "If Leeds can consistently qualify for the Champions League and are in contention for the league title, this is a price worth paying. Millwall spent a fortune to rebuild their team in the summer of ''94, didn''t they? I remember the whole of Ennd mocked Hall for spending a transfer fee that totaled more than the top three clubsbined in the Premier League, offering sries higher than Manchester United''s first team. Many thought Millwall would definitely go bankrupt within two years, but two yearster, their value had multiplied over tenfold."


    His assistant nodded. On this point, he couldn''t argue with Ridsdale. If they wanted Leeds United, this white rose, to bloom, simply relying on O''Riley and a few homegrown talents wouldn''t be enough. They needed to bring in high-level yers to see immediate qualitative improvements in their performance.


    As the second half began, Millwall''s offense was straightforward and blunt. Since the yerscked stamina, they couldn''t employ a rapid, up-and-down style. When they shifted from attack to defense, they couldn''t recover in time. So, they opted for the most basic form of offense.


    But Leeds United actually showed tremendous resolve. Like their young manager, David O''Riley, they carried a fierce, aggressive spirit that echoed Millwall''s past.


    Aldrich, aware of the stakes, sought to change the course of the game in the second half through tactical changes, but Millwall''s attack felt like thunder with no rain��full of effort yet ultimatelycking impact. With Lampard being tightly monitored, it became clear Aldrich had to find alternative ways to prate Leeds United''s resolute defense.


    As the clock ticked down in the final twenty minutes, Aldrich decided to push Southgate forward. This strategic move echoed the decisive moment when he had Helguera surge forward against Real Madrid, hoping to revive his team''s fortunes in the closing moments.


    Southgate surged forward, catching the Leeds United defenders by surprise as they''d developed a habit of marking closely. His sudden advance created gaps in their tight defense. Southgate darted into the penalty area, receiving a through ball from Nedved. He shot!


    The ball soared directly into the stands.


    Aldrich looked at the embarrassing blow with some regret, but he did not me Southgate. After all, he was a defender and was not good at attacking...


    After the shot, Southgate felt the back of his thigh, his expression turning painful, and he sat down. The referee, observing this, had to halt the match.


    The crowd at End Road erupted in jeers, believing Southgate was behaving dishonorably.


    "You charged in for a shot, and now that we''re poised for a counter, you act like you''re hurt, ruining our prime opportunity��what a travesty!"


    But Southgate wasn''t feigning injury; he was genuinely hurt!


    After a doctor''s examination confirmed the injury, Aldrich sent a signal to substitute him. Once Southgate sat down, Aldrich had Ferdinand warm up and, after receiving confirmation from the medical staff, reluctantly submitted the substitution list.


    The cost of participating in the Toyota Cup is really too high.


    As theebacks of Larsson and Pirlo loomed on the horizon, disaster struck once more with the captain sustaining an injury.


    With Southgate exiting the field, Millwall''s situation quickly became precarious. The opposition pounced on the newly introduced Ferdinand, exploiting the opening to force Millwall''s midfield deeper into defense. By the time Millwall finally sought to shift gears from defense to attack, their efforts faltered, marred by a sluggish advance.


    As the final whistle blew at 90 minutes, the score remained 1-0, and Millwall trudged away from End Road in disappointment.


    Leeds United''s fans celebrated like it was a festival. Aldrich walked directly over to shake hands with O''Riley, who approached him enthusiastically, wanting to chat. Aldrich preferred not to engage but nodded and left the field.


    At the post-match press conference, the reporters from Fleet Street wore serious expressions. After Aldrich arrived, someone asked, "What was the reason for Millwall''s loss in this match? Did you underestimate your opponents?"


    Aldrich shook his head. Underestimating? Certainly not.


    "Leeds United performed better today; they deserved to win. My yers were too fatigued; we haven''t fully recovered from the exhaustion of our trip to Japan. I believe in the next match, the yers'' performance will improve. If not, we may need to adjust our season goals and seriously consider contending for the UEFA Cup next season toplete the club''s honors."


    As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room transformed from serious and gloomy to rxed.


    Following Millwall''s journey over the years, the journalists who had long pursued the story had aged a few years. They noticed that Aldrich was also changing, growing and maturing.


    His current mindset was a perfect reflection of that.


    Losing a match didn''t need to feel like the end of the world. Find the reasons, solve the problems, and don''tplicate matters. He wouldn''t further pressure his yers or let them feel tense due to a defeat.


    There are no invincible teams in football, but to be a consistent winner, one must learn to face losses with calmness.


    After the match, Fleet Street praised both teams.


    Following the match, Fleet Street celebrated both teams,uding Leeds United''s prowess andmending Aldrich''s poise under pressure.


    But just four dayster, after Millwall''s reserves were knocked out by Martin O''Neill''s Leicester City in the League Cup quarter-finals, Fleet Street''s praise took a sharp turn...


    Back-to-back defeats��truly a rare urrence for Millwall.


    As Christmas approaches, Millwall''s performance has obviously declined. Aldrich hopes to give the starting yers more time to recover and adjust their status to cope with the chaotic schedule ahead. He is not disappointed by the League Cup elimination; the League Cup was originally yed by Millwall substitutes. Considering the poor performance of the substitutes, it is not surprising that they were eliminated by O''Neill''s team.

 Chapter 377: Advancement to the Knockout Stage

    <h4>Chapter 377: Advancement to the Knockout Stage</h4>


    As the outside world questioned Millwall, in the 17th round of the Premier League, they narrowly defeated Middlesbrough 1-0 at Riverside Stadium in a hard-fought away match.


    The only goal came from a penalty when Henry was brought down by a defender during a breakthrough. Nedved stepped up and converted the chance. With Larsson absent, he was the designated penalty taker, followed by Ronaldinho in the pecking order.


    Despite the unconvincing nature of the victory, Aldrich faced a barrage of questions post-match, but he calmly stated that a win is still three points.


    He was focused on adjusting the team''s performance. For the time being, Millwall''s matches would be stable, with a home-ground advantage before the Champions League knockout stages kicked off.


    Before the Champions League group stage''s final round began, the media added up the points and came to a rather dull conclusion: Millwall and Inter Mn''sst encounter would be a meaningless match!


    Both teams had already safely secured their ces in the knockouts!


    Looking back at the first round of fierce battles, Millwall defeated Inter Mn with a stunning score of 5-4 at the Meazza Stadium, and fans are also looking forward to the fierce confrontation when the two teams meet again. However, Spartak Moscow and Graz performed mediocrely against Millwall and Inter Mn, giving the two teams 10 points and 12 points respectively.


    Millwall has 13 points and has already secured a spot in the knockout rounds; it doesn''t matter whether they finish first or second in their group. Inter Mn has 12 points and has also secured promotion, and given the lower total points in other groups, Inter Mn can easily get one of the two best second-ce finishes.


    Thus, their final group stage match was merely a procedural formality.


    Is Inter Mn eager for revenge? Looking to restore some pride?


    Well, the fact is, they are caught in the middle of a Serie A mess. Going to Wembley to face Millwall? That makes no sense for them!


    During a UEFA news conference, Aldrich heard an Italian reporter suggest that Inter Mn would send an entirely reserve lineup onto the pitch, with the likes of Ronaldo and Baggio not even making the traveling squad.


    Speaking of bad luck, Hodgson has had a tough season. His return to Inter coincided with Ronaldo being closely watched by Serie A teams and many yers suffering from the so-called "World Cup Syndrome". As a result, Inter''s performance was unfortunately down from the previous season, and other strong teams also struggled. At the beginning of the season, the Serie A battlefield was chaotic, like the legendary seven heroes fighting for supremacy. Now, halfway through the league, Lazio and AC Mn have begun to stage a fiercepetition.


    In addition, the much-anticipated Ronaldo and Baggiobination, although very strong in theory, never really became a reality. With the Champions League entering the knockout stage, Moratti is once again considering a coaching change, although it seems unwise to do so now.


    "Inter Mn is sending all reserves; what about Millwall? Will they also treat the match casually?"


    Facing such questions, Aldrich shook his head earnestly and replied, "We take every match seriously. Just because we''ve advanced doesn''t mean we''ll underestimate this game, especially against an opponent like Inter Mn. They may send many reserves, but they have strong yers in every position. Millwall must go all out to secure the win."


    The reporters perked up at this response.


    Great! Inter is sending reserves, and Millwall is going all out at home; wouldn''t it be perfect to rout Inter Mn and give them a real thrashing?


    "Who will start for Millwall tomorrow? Nedved? Who will get the nod, Henry or Van Nistelrooy?"


    "Huh? What are you asking?"


    "The starting lineup for tomorrow''s match��could you share that with us?"


    Aldrich cleared his throat, saying, "Sure, I can give you that.


    Goalkeeper: Keller.


    Defenders: Ferreira, Ferdinand, Mills, Neil.


    Midfielders: Van der Meyde, Gattuso, Lampard, Duff.


    Forwards: Klose, Gronkjaer.


    If nothing unexpected happens, that will be the starting XI."


    As soon as Aldrich finished his statement, the reporters were practically seething with disbelief.


    "Seriously? Full effort, huh?"


    "Seriously? You''ve included Ferreira, a guy who can''t even sit on the bench for league games, and you im you''re taking this seriously?"


    Fleet Street hade to know Aldrich''s character, so this didn''t surprise them.


    However, the Italian reporters were outraged, with one standing up to use, "Mr. Aldrich, you''re clearly ying games with us! Is this how you treat the media? Saying one thing and doing another��is that fun?"


    Aldrich, bewildered, replied, "What did I say that was untrue?"


    "..."


    Some things are understood without being explicitly stated; everyone knows but can''t articte it.


    Millwall not only sent reserves but even chose to start yers from the youth team. Yet who could say this was a definite sign of disrespect?


    After all, Millwall had crafted superstar after superstar, most of whom hit the big stage around 18. Some even carried the team on their shoulders.


    David Miller from *The Times* stepped in to smooth things over by introducing a new topic.


    "Can you share your thoughts on the Champions League knockout stages? Which team does Millwall hope to avoid?"


    Aldrich shrugged, "The teams from other groups aren''t confirmed yet, so I can''t say who Millwall may face."


    "Then let''s broaden the discussion. For instance, would you be wary of facing Manchester United or Bayern Munich? Their strikers are in great form."


    Aldrich shook his head slightly, saying, "We''re the defending champions and should not fear any team. In the knockout stages, there are no weak teams. So, I think we should just go with the flow and maintain a calm mind."


    As things stand right now, the four strikers drawing the most attention in Europe are:


    1. Batistuta, marauding through Serie A.


    2. Elber from Bayern Munich.


    3. Yorke from Manchester United.


    4. Millwall''s Nedved.


    Strictly speaking, Nedved isn''t solely a striker.


    However, counting his goals across allpetitions this year, he has surpassed 30, and with 98 still ongoing, he could break the 35-goal barrier. Right now, he stands at 32 goals and has contributed 22 assists.


    After selling Trezeguet and Shevchenko that summer and with Larsson injured at the start of the season, the first half of the campaign relied heavily on Nedved to steer Millwall forward. His knack for stepping up in crucial moments alleviated the pressure on Ronaldinho, Lampard, and Van Nistelrooy during matches. When the chips were down, Nedved was their warrior!


    Consequently, among the candidates for the Ballon d''Or, the most prominent contenders are Nedved and Zidane.


    After the pre-match press conference ended, the next day before the match, it was evident that there wererge swathes of empty seats in Wembley. The stadium was too big, and with fewer than 50,000 ticket holders present, fans had heard about Inter''s reserve lineup��who would want to watch that?


    Before the match began, Aldrich arrived early at the touchline, chatting amiably with Hodgson.


    Hodgson disyed a noticeable change in demeanorpared to theirst encounter three months prior; the two were engrossed in pleasant conversation.


    It was peculiar; despite the three-month gap since the group draw, the two had spent less than an hour together discussing football. Yet their mutual attitudes had transformed significantly.


    After Inter Mn eliminated Graz and secured their 12 points, confirming their advancement, Hodgson seemed relieved, eager to enjoy his time with Aldrich again.


    They chatted on and on, as if they had an endless supply of topics.


    Aldrich surmised internally: This guy probably felt stifled in Mn and didn''t dare vent his frustrations. Now back in Ennd, he was eager to let loose on all his pent-up thoughts!


    As kickoff approached, Hodgson circled back to discuss the match.


    Aldrich was baffled as his counterpart rambled on about Inter Mn''s decision to send yers out for match experience, assessing someone''s form and if he was worth the money...


    "Why does this concern me?"


    But then, when Hodgson finally stopped talking and turned his sharp little eyes toward him, the lightbulb went on for Aldrich.


    Hodgson''s eyes were practically telling a story!


    Aldrich caught on quickly, as if Hodgson was saying, "Let''s have a little unspoken agreement here!"


    A draw would save face for both��Millwall remains first in the group, we can progress to the knockout stage hand in hand, and as long as we don''t meet again, we''ll be lifelong friends!


    Aldrich could only chuckle softly at the thought.


    As he turned back towards the coaching area, he internally acknowledged Hodgson: Sorry.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t want to cooperate; it was just that the situation didn''t allow it.


    If Millwall had only 11 yers, they certainly wouldn''t have gone all out considering today''s situation; a dull game would have been eptable and a draw wouldn''t have bothered them.


    However, Millwall has fielded a team of substitutes today. While Lampard might be feeling a bit fatigued, Pirlo is on the verge of returning. As long as Pirlo can quickly regain his form upon hiseback, he''ll be seated on the bench, yet he will fight tooth and nail on the pitch, giving his all regardless of the challenges.


    The other young yers were even more eager��most of them were used to ying in the League Cup or FA Cup against lower-leaguepetitors.


    Today, they had a rare opportunity against the Italian powerhouse, Inter Mn, on the Champions League stage. They couldn''t care less who was on the pitch. Even if Inter sent out eleven amateurs, they were ready to give their all.


    Young yers know how to seize opportunities; scoring just once could catapult them to stardom!


    As soon as the match kicked off, Hodgson''s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.


    Gronkjaer assisted Klose in scoring after weaving past two defenders during a swift counterattack just six minutes in.


    Millwall''s rapid pace threw Inter Mn off bnce.


    Both sides were now locked in an exhrating match.


    The reserve yers were determined to show what they could do, and the ensuing back-and-forth was exhrating.


    Inter Mn encountered relentless chain defenses week after week in Serie A; here against Millwall, they enjoyed a smoother and freer game.


    Yet Ferreira, being young, asionally chose the wrong moments to surge forward and left gaps behind. Inter focused their attacks down his side, with little defense being set up.


    The match was a see-saw battle, beautifully contested, with goalsing in quick session.


    By the end of the match, Hodgson''s expression was somewhat grim.


    Inter Mn lost 4-3 yet again.


    This kind of defeat is far more painful than falling to a mere 1-0 loss.


    It feels like Inter really battled hard, only to copse in the end, bleeding from the effort.


    As Hodgson sped Aldrich''s hand, a glimmer of sorrow crossed his face. Aldrich could onlyugh awkwardly, "Haha, haha, just a touch of luck, right?"


    Hodgson shook his head and left Wembley.


    Aldridge was a little embarrassed, wondering if he and Hodgson would ever be able tough together again.


    Thus, the quarterfinals of the 98-99 UEFA Champions League were finalized.


    The three English representatives saw Arsenal exit early, while Manchester United progressed to the quarters alongside Millwall, having secured a spot as one of the two best-second-ced teams.


    Ukraine''s Dynamo Kyiv topped their group above Premier League champions Arsenal and Ligue 1 champions Lens.


    Germany''s Bayern Munich ousted Manchester United and Barcelona to im the top spot in the "Group of Death." Last season''s Bundesliga champions, Kaiserutern, also advanced first from a rtively low-key group.


    Lucky Juventus progressed as well, finishing first in their group amid a three-way tie of teams all on 8 points.


    Finally, Greek champions Olympiacos advanced as group leader from a weaker group.

 Chapter 378: A Christmas Break for Ronaldinho

    <h4>Chapter 378: A Christmas Break for Ronaldinho</h4>


    As Christmas approached, Millwall secured a solid 3-0 victory at home against relegation-threatened Everton. Ronaldinho stole the spotlight, showcasing his talents. With Nedved absent, Aldrich maintained a 4-4-2 formation, but Ronaldinho''s role transitioned from a wide midfielder to a more central attacking position. This change activated the forwards Van Nistelrooy and Henry, and he ended the match with one goal and two assists, earning him the title of Man of the Match.


    After the final whistle, Aldrich was in the mixed zone for an interview, while Ronaldinho bypassed the locker room and dashed into the area, shouting as he ran up to hug Aldrich.


    "Boss, we won!"


    His excitement was well-founded; it was more than just a typical win.


    The camera focused on the close-knit duo as Aldrichughed and pushed Ronaldinho away for a moment. He then turned to the camera with a serious tone: "Chelsea lost? I don''t really care about them. Yes, the league standings have shifted after this match. After we lost to Leeds, Chelsea took the lead. Now, we''re ahead again. But Millwall''s goal isn''t just to surpass Chelsea; there are two teams ahead of us still��Manchester United and Arsenal. Our ultimate goal this season is simple: to have no team ahead of us."


    "Before the season, you mentioned that Arsenal would be distracted by Europeanpetitions. Now that they''ve been eliminated from the Champions League, they can focus solely on the league. Do you think the tables have turned? Isn''t Millwall now the one distracted by European games?"


    "Arsenal has surprised everyone. Back when Manchester United and Millwall''s yers first participated in Europeanpetitions, we struggled in the first half of the season. Yet Arsenal has been stable. The cost of their stability, however, was not qualifying for the Champions League knockout stages. I thought they would give their all to secure a ce in the quarterfinals, but their focus on the league yed out beyond my expectations. They might have a lighter schedule in the second half of the season, while both we and Manchester United will be juggling threepetitions. I believe Millwall will actually benefit from this because after Christmas, Pirlo and Larsson will return. By March next year, Southgate will be back when we need him most. I remain confident that Millwall will achieve sess this season."


    "Thanks for your insights."


    After the interview, Aldrich put his arm around Ronaldinho and asked, "How long do you n to be away?"


    Before the match, Ronaldinho had requested time off to return to Brazil for Christmas with his family.


    With the festive matchesing up and the busy holiday schedule, most coaches would likely reject such requests right now. But Aldrich believed that if Ronaldinho was unhappy and unable to concentrate on the game, it was better to let him enjoy the holiday. Aldrich usually grants holidays to yers who want to be with their families during such traditional times.


    Before the match, he hadn''t provided a definitive answer, merely saying they''d discuss it after beating Everton. So as soon as the game ended, Ronaldinho sought him out.


    After thinking for a moment, Ronaldinho extended his hand and said, "Five days��two days before Christmas and three days after."


    Aldrich considered it and replied, "I''ll give you twelve days, starting tomorrow. Report back on January 1st. Is that okay?"


    Ronaldinho was overjoyed, nodding eagerly, "No problem! I''ll definitely be back on time!"


    "Good. Just don''t go too wild, stay safe. And send my regards to your family. Merry Christmas!"


    "Yes, boss. Merry Christmas to you too! I''ll bring you a gift from Brazil."


    Singing a little tune, Ronaldinho happily left.


    Aldrich reflected on the schedule; Before January, Millwall had two crucial matches to y��one on Christmas Day and another three dayster. With Ronaldinho requesting five days off, his absence would coincide perfectly with these fixtures. Aldrich decided to grant him some extra time. Ronaldinho needed this chance to reunite with his family in Brazil and celebrate the holiday spirit. It was better for him to enjoy his time fully rather than return half-heartedly and unable to give his all in the matches.


    The title race in the Premier League was notably tight, with Manchester United, Arsenal, Millwall, and Chelsea all in contention.


    Leeds had fallen behind by six points, but there was still a long way to go. The top four teams'' rankings seemed poised to change with every matchday. Over the course of 18 matches, these four teams took turns at the top, each enjoying roughly three to four weeks in the lead.


    Before the Christmas fixtures, Aldrich watched the announcement of the Ballon d''Or ceremony from home.


    Nedved missed the Everton match because Aldrich had given him leave to attend the awards. He felt it important that Nedved deserved time to celebrate with family after a sessful league and Champions League run.


    As the results were revealed on television, Aldrich sighed, disappointed.


    The 1998 Ballon d''Or went to Zidane, while Nedved finished second.


    Looking at on-field stats, Nedved''s performance surpassed Zidane''s in both goals and assists.


    However, due to club and international honors, Nedved couldn''tpare in the same light. Zidane boasted a league title and a World Cup trophy, especially shining with two goals in the final. In contrast, Nedved''s des��a League Cup and a Champions League title��didn''t carry the same weight.


    Before the result was announced, Aldridge had already prepared himself mentally. If the World Cup champion lost to the Champions League champion, it would be a bit unreasonable, especially considering that Zidane also has a background as a league champion.


    What struck him as particrly unfortunate was that Nedved lost to Zidane by just two votes.


    Two votes!


    If two judges had ranked Nedv��d as their top choice in the voting, he would have been elected.


    His goals and assists this year were stunning, nearly putting many of Europe''s top forwards to shame.


    Aldrich sent a text to Nedved: "Don''t be disappointed; you''ll have more chances."


    It was just a matter of timing. In a non-tournament year, Nedved''s performance was surely award-worthy; But in a year with a big tournament, national team achievements carry so much weight.


    maybe he thought being second was worthless. After all, how many people actually remember who came in second? Even if they do, does it really matter? There''s always a first-ce winner to steal the spotlight.


    When Nedved took the stage to ept his award, he bore a smile, embraced Zidane, and, upon seeing Aldrich''s text, replied cheerfully: "I know there are more opportunities. I''m not disappointed; Zidane''s win was uncontested."


    Optimism radiated from him. At just 26, he was in the prime of his career, and he was confident that he could perform even better than he had in the past.


    This confidence may have stemmed from his trust in Aldrich, believing that together they could achieve even greater sess.


    As Christmas drew nearer, the club was busier than usual, preparing presents for each yer. Aldrich personally wrote messages on Christmas cards to each yer; his sentiments varied from blessings for the older team members to encouragement for the younger ones. This included youth yers who were thrilled to receive Aldrich''s handwritten cards. Many yers kept them as treasured mementos. For instance, when Vi faced challenges during training or in matches, he would often revisit Aldrich''s past cards filled with motivational words, lifting his spirits back up.


    Supporters'' groups also sent gifts to the club, even international fan clubs, keeping the workload quite heavy.


    When friends and family inquired about Aldrich''s Christmas ns, he consistently replied with the same diplomatic line about focusing on the uing matches.


    On Christmas Eve, Aldrich attended the pre-match press conference for the festive showdown.


    In previous years, Millwall''s games during Christmas had drawn significant attention and excitement.


    But this year''s anticipation had diminished greatly.


    It wasn''t because of their rivals; they were set to face Arsenal, who sat just one point ahead in the standings. It would be another London derby.


    The real issue was the significant loss of personnel and injuries that gued Millwall this season.


    "With such a crucial match approaching, Ronaldinho has returned to Brazil. Was this permitted by the club, or did he take it upon himself to decide?"


    The Fleet Street reporters noticed Ronaldinho''s absence at the training ground and had even caught wind from Brazilian media showing him attending a nightclub in Rio de Janeirote at night.


    In response, Aldrich offered a calm: "He asked for leave, and I granted it."


    The reporters were incredulous.


    The next match for The Lions was not against a weak opponent; it was the defending Premier League champions, and it was an away game!


    Richard, looking confused, asked: "Why would you approve this request when the team is already short-handed? Many foreign yersin about the Premier League schedule at this time, yet they''re professionals who should demonstrate some professionalism and abide by the reality of the situation."


    Aldrich shook his head in disagreement. "My management philosophy doesn''t require external justification. yers are human too; if they struggle with their environment and the reality of their situation, you can''t expect them to perform well. I''m not criticizing foreign yers forcking professionalism; rather, I believe they need some time to adapt. The truth is, during those first two years under my coaching at Millwall during the hectic Christmas schedule, yers like Schneider and Makelele didn''t perform up to their usual standards. But in recent seasons, they''ve shown remarkable stability."


    Richard furrowed his brows and asked, "Even if Ronaldinho is partying all night in Brazil, you think that''s a good thing for him?"


    "I don''t endorse excessive nightlife, but I also don''t impose restrictions. When he returns, we''ll see how he performs. If he underdelivers, he''ll find himself sitting on the bench. Thepetition within Millwall is fierce; I believe he understands this. It''s perfectly normal for young yers to indulge asionally. Many here have likely had nights where they partiedte with friends. Especially since I allowed him to enjoy some downtime at home, I see no reason to hold it against him."


    Aldrich spoke inly; Ronaldinho''s trip to Brazil was just a brief break from the team, unlikest year''s partying scandal, which was a different matter entirely.


    Professional athletes aren''t saints; it''s entirely normal for them to indulge in leisure when they''re not on the pitch. As long as they maintain their focus and don''t let those distractions undermine their careers, there''s nothing wrong with enjoying life.


    "Let''s switch gears and discuss Nedved. Will he be present for tomorrow''s match? He''s already returned to London, right?"


    "No, he won''t be in the lineup. He''ll return in the next round, but he won''t participate tomorrow."


    The reporters from Fleet Street looked disappointed.


    Compared tost year''s Christmas sh, where Millwall had a star-studded lineup, this year''s squad appeared significantly weakened��both their standout yers from the first half of the season would be absent.


    Fergusonmented, "Arsenal sure is lucky this time around."

 Chapter 379: Battle of Wills

    <h4>Chapter 379: Battle of Wills</h4>


    As Christmas arrived, the Millwall squad, along with the coaching staff, boarded the bus heading north on Seven Sisters Road. On a day like this, the team traveled light, with the usual administrative staff already on holiday for the festivities.


    Highbury was packed to the brim, with the Christmas spirit enveloping the stands, as many fans donned Santa us outfits to enjoy the match.


    This London derby''s atmosphere is nowpletely different from what it once was. A few years ago, while Arsenal faced decline and Millwall rose to prominence, there existed a slight hostility between the fans of both teams, although there wasn''t any real hatred. Today, however, the rivalry feelsrgely diminished; the animosity has faded to the point where all that remains is purepetition, with neither side willing to relent.


    Rivalry and hatred are two very different concepts. Hatred is like the tension between Millwall and West Ham United or Chelsea, where the hostility always exists regardless of the league ranking or team strength. Competition is simr to the situation between Manchester United and Millwall, where fans may not sh directly but refuse to yield to one another. The fervor among supporters is palpable, yet the atmospherecks that explosive energy.


    Aldrich didn''t engage Wenger much today; he settled on the bench early, awaiting the match to begin.


    Wenger was in a sour mood. Though Arsenal retained the initiative in the league, their early exit from the Champions League after finishing third in their group was disheartening. Everyone had believed Arsenal would advance, yet they couldn''t even secure the second spot.


    "Dear viewers, Merry Christmas! Today, at Highbury, we''re about to enjoy a fascinating London derby between defending champions Arsenal and Millwall. The points gap is razor-thin��just one point separates the two teams, with Arsenal ahead and Millwall just behind. Manchester United is a point clear of Arsenal, while Chelsea trails Millwall by one point. It''s a tight race, with just one point separating the top four clubs. There''s chatter in the media suggesting that London teams are pressuring their Manchester counterparts, and it certainly seems that way. The focus of English football has shifted from Manchester to London, with Millwall, Arsenal, and Chelsea leading the charge."


    "Martin, do you want to discuss the match today?"


    "I just don''t want to set the audience''s expectations too high. Although the two teams are ranked second and third, Millwall is struggling with injuries today, and Arsenal''s attacking power has slightly declined this season. Therefore, I believe this match won''t be as exciting as the Christmas shes of the past two years that Millwall participated in."


    "Both teams focus on defense, and with nearly half of the league seasonpleted, Arsenal''s goals against tally is astonishingly low at just eight. Millwall has conceded thirteen goals, cing both teams among the top two defenses in the Premier League. When ites to attacking prowess, the difference between them is marginal, but both have seen a noticeable declinepared tost season. Arsenal''s young French talent, Anelka, has started partnering with Bergkamp in attack, while Millwall''s golden trio fromst season haspletely disappeared in the first half of this season. The standout yers, Ronaldinho and Nedved, are missing from the squad, so I believe the excitement of this match will certainly be diminished."


    "Heh, Wenger and Hall were evenly matchedst season. The win against Millwall secured three crucial points for Arsenal, which was one of the key matches in their championship journey, especially alongside their away victory against Manchester United. I think if Wenger wants to retain the title in the league, he must aim for a win at home against Millwall. As for what Hall is nning, I can''t say. Given that they''re trailing in points, he should normally be looking to press forward, but with a significantck of key yers in his squad, his choices are quite limited."


    Arsenal''s defense this season is nothing short of extraordinary. The backline boasts an average age of over 32, yet they exude unmatched energy, achieving a level of defensive excellence reminiscent of Graham''s era. However, thisparison overlooks the fact that Graham employed a five-man defense emphasizing counterattack, while Wenger''s current setup relies on four defenders maintaining regr defensive stances.


    Millwall''s lineup today gives an impression that they won''t be able to match Arsenal.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defense: Schneider, Materazzi, Ferdinand, Zambrotta.


    Midfield: Van der Meyde, Gattuso, Lampard, Mak��l��l��, Gronkjaer.


    Forward: Van Nistelrooy.


    Aldrich deployed two defensive midfielders, with four attacking yers: two wide midfielders, Lampard, and Van Nistelrooy, forming a diamond in attack.


    Fifteen minutes before kickoff, Wenger took his seat on the bench and furrowed his brows upon seeing Millwall''s starting lineup, sensing a tactical miscalction.


    Based onst season''s experiences, it was unexpected for Millwall to choose a 4-5-1 formation for this away match instead of the usual 4-3-3 or 4-4-2, clearly leaning towards a defensive strategy.


    This could create problems.


    Arsenal''s offensive strength has decreased in the new season. While Anelka isbeled a talent, his goal count is still short of that of a world-ss striker. That said, given his age, an average of one goal every two matches is truly remarkable. Just remember n Smith was hailed as a ''genius killer'' despite scoring only once every four or five games. It''s fair to expect Anelka to evolve into a world-ss scorer.


    When summarizing the reasons forst season''s league failure, Odric also engaged in some self-reflection. Millwall lost all two crucial matches: one away at Manchester United and the other away at Arsenal. Although they managed to win at home against these teams, the away losses granted their opponents three points, which became particrly significant as they ended the season just one point shy of the championship.


    Where did Millwall go wrong?


    Odric thinks it was due to his own misjudgment.


    During the first half of the season, with Millwallgging in points, they still chose to attack aggressively in away matches, raising the risk of conceding goals, and this ultimately resulted in losses.


    Had Millwall remainedposed, or if Aldrich could have calmed down and ignored the points gap, they might have achieved better oues in those two matches.


    He clearly conveyed his message to the yers today: the goal was not to lose.


    It might soundcking in ambition, but it''s the reality; Millwall isn''t in a position to arrogantly face Arsenal at Highbury, who boast the league''s top defense.


    Today''s Premier League isn''t just about grit and determination. With the influx of foreign yers, teams have developed more steadily and evenly, raising the overall standard of the league.


    Relying solely on passion to overpower opponents would be na?ve; over half of the attacking squads in the league crumbled before Arsenal''s seasoned defense.


    Aldrich understood that winning the league now requires more than just physical strength; it demands a high level of tactical acumen from the manager as well. He can''t just charge into the game, urging his yers to fearlessly push forward. There are times when it''s necessary to hold back, to be patient, maintaining morale without sacrificing stability.


    When the match kicked off, both teams mirrored each other''s approach: six men in defense and four in attack. Remarkably, Lampard contributed even more intensity in defense for Millwall.


    Ten minutes in,mentator Martin Tyler sighed in frustration.


    "In the first ten minutes, both teams engaged in a brutal midfield battle, with neither able to push an attack into a dangerous area. There hasn''t been a single shot on target."


    "Just wait a bit. I believe both coaches are aiming for victory. With the first half being cautious, they''ll surely go all out in thetter stages."


    "Wenger gazed at the unfolding situation on the field with ack of optimism.


    This Arsenal squad had, under his leadership, achieved a nearly optimal state; their transitions between offense and defense were exceptionally smooth, and the team''s tactical system was difficult to fault. Yet, there was a particr backdrop to consider: they favored counter-attacking y as their opponents advanced."


    Positional y is not their strong suit, and as a result, when other teams in the Champions League y more patiently and conservatively, Arsenal''s mentality and experience actually fall shortpared to their opponents. Dynamo Kyiv secured the top spot in their grouprgely due to their superior experience.


    "Wenger knew that to change this situation, he needed to reshape the midfield. Thebination of Vieira and Petit offered solid defensive capabilities, but when it came to attacking, especially in positional y, theycked the ir required.


    Despite having Bergkamp in the squad, there was no true number 10 on the starting list.


    Wenger believed this was a significant gap for Arsenal. When opponents also adopted counterattacking strategies, Arsenal found limited opportunities to unleash their attacking prowess, making theirck of creative synergy a fatal w in diversifying their gamey.


    In the 17th minute of the first half, the first shot of the game finally urred, with Pires cutting inside and firing a hurried long-range effort under defensive pressure.


    Butt easily collected the ball, and Millwall responded with a counterattack, with Gronkjaer breaking through Petit''s defensive help to take a long shot that slid past the goal.


    Both teams found it hard to create threatening opportunities in their positional battles, leaning solely on the individual talents of their attacking yers to make a difference. Yet, the oue wasckluster, as strong defensive strategies from both sides stifled any breakthrough.


    The atmosphere in the stands at Highbury was vibrant, though the match itself felt subdued, with fans entertaining themselves in the holiday spirit��it''s Christmas, after all, why wear a frown?


    Aldrich sat with unwavering focus, chin resting on his hand as he watched the game.


    When strong teams face weaker ones, attacks can be devastating. However, shes between equally matched teams tend to be more tedious, each facing off against an identical level of defense.


    Especially with Arsenal''s current iteration, the outside worlduds their ying style, particrly their attacking ir on the counter.


    As long as the oppositionmitted yers forward, Arsenal excelled in capitalizing on the spaces left behind, utilizing their speed to tear through defenses, and finding goals in the 40-50 yard range. Millwall could also thrive with such tactics, yet against top teams that prioritize defense and maintain static formations, it bes exceedingly difficult.


    The match''s first half unfolded with fouls, interceptions, long-range shots, and star yers getting dispossessed...


    Neither side managed a clear chance to score, and the first half concluded.


    Just before heading to the locker room, Wenger specifically observed Aldrich''s demeanor, noting the calmness in his expression, which sent a chill down Wenger''s spine.


    It was a sensation reminiscent of seeing Lippi smoking a cigar in Turin.


    Wenger wanted to see Aldrich''s disappointed or anxious expression. Even a smile would let him know Aldrich''s intention. However, facing Aldrich''s calm expression, Wenger got nothing in the end.

 Chapter 380: A Shocking Turn

    <h4>Chapter 380: A Shocking Turn</h4>


    The rhythm of the match at the start of the second half mirrored the entire first half��stiflingly dull.


    By the 60th minute, the Arsenal fans in the stands began to show signs of impatience.


    Millwall was their main rival for the title, and with their weakened squad this season and the absence of Nedved and Ronaldinho today, it was the perfect opportunity for Arsenal to seize a crucial victory. This match was worth six points!


    The Lions'' fans wereforting each other, thinking that even though they weren''t as strong as before, they were still holding their own and ying pretty well away from home.


    Wenger was torn, frequently ncing at Aldrich, hoping Millwall would take the initiative.


    "You''re behind in points; don''t you want to at least fight for the halfway championship?"


    Arsenal struggled to gain an advantage in the midfield; both teams were at a stalemate. Millwall, opting for a strengthened midfield, had sacrificed one forward. This left Arsenal with little space in both attacking and counterattacking situations, failing to create any real threats.


    Millwall was in a simr situation��thin on attacking options and tightly marked by Arsenal''s defense.


    Five minutes passed, and Millwall made a double substitution.


    Aldrich remained seated as Klinsmann approached the sidelines with Henry and Larsson, preparing to bring them on. He held his tactical notebook, briefing them on their roles once they entered the pitch, and they listened attentively while nodding in agreement.


    Thementator became excited.


    "Heree the big guns for Millwall! Larsson is back from injury, and Hall is giving him about 25 minutes to make an impact. Henry has been on fire recently��his presence is impossible to ignore! It seems that Millwall is ready to ramp up the pressure in the closing moments!"


    Wenger was even more thrilled than thementator.


    He stood up, signaling for his defense to be alert.


    Finally, Millwall was ready to attack!


    Was this good news?


    Wenger believed so. As long as the opponent pushed forward, it would provide opportunities for Arsenal. If they could withstand the pressure, transitioning to a counterattack was their specialty.


    Larsson reced Van Nistelrooy, and Henry came on for Gronkjaer.


    "Hall seems to have made positional substitutions, but there should be a change in their attack. Larsson will y as a center forward while Henry takes the wing. They can swap positions in attack, with Van der Meyde providing support on the other side."


    Wenger thought these substitutions would prompt a strong Millwall offensive, but he was mistaken. Standing at the sidelines, he frowned in frustration.


    Millwall''s tactics hadn''t changed; they simply made positional recements.


    Henry''s entry for Gronkjaer had little impact; it was still a battle of individual efforts, with Larsson upfront unable to provide the necessary firepower, much like ackluster Van Nistelrooy. As for Van der Meyde, despite his urate crossing, Larsson was tightly marked��how could he possibly get to the ball?


    Wenger was puzzled. If Millwall wasn''t changing their strategy and didn''tmit more forces to the attack, what was the point of their substitutions?


    With the clock ticking down, Aldrich watched the match with a calm demeanor, showing little emotion.


    He realized that by setting his expectations lower, he felt no pressure at all.


    "Let''s see who can hold their nerve!"


    Millwall''s primary objective today is to avoid conceding a goal. So what if Arsenal has the lead? As the second half of the season tests squad depth, Millwall''s key yers will gradually return to the lineup. Arsenal, on the other hand, will have to rely on their current squad and see who can hold on until the end!


    Wenger was genuinely anxious. If Arsenal couldn''t secure a win against Millwall at home, they risked falling behind Manchester United.


    Even if Aldrich publicly dered his championship ambitions for this season, did Wenger truly believe him? Who knew if this was just a psychological ploy!


    What if Aldrich is just trying to lift the team''s spirits by setting a big goal, while the real focus is on developing the younger yers this season?


    Let Ronaldinho, Van Nistelrooy, Van der Meyde, Duff, and others grow and improve further��next season, they''d truly shine with their matured skills and strategies.


    For Arsenal to retain their title, they had to win this match, and they needed to capture both morale and points!


    Wenger urged his team to y a bit riskier and more directly.


    But Millwall''s seven-man defense remained imprable. In the 83rd minute, Arsenal pushed forward down the nk before turning to the center. Pires''s pass was intercepted by Gattuso, triggering a counterattack from Millwall!


    Lampard passed to Van der Meyde and immediately surged forward. Ahead of him was only Petit as the lone defensive line. Vieira, having failed to support in the center, was now sprinting back.


    Van der Meyde received the ball and quickly sent it to the middle, where the returning Larsson awaited. Arsenal''s defense was on high alert.


    Without waiting for Adams to close in, Larsson returned the ball to the advancing Lampard, who made a decisive y toward the left front.


    Henry!


    Henry cut inside and received the ball, and it seemed the Arsenal fans could smell danger.


    However, Henry curiouslyid the ball diagonally to the other side. Whom was he targeting?


    Adams was tightly marking Larsson, but with an expression of disbelief, he realized Henry''s pass wasn''t aimed at Larsson!


    Aldrich''s eyes sparkled; he focused intently on the unfolding attack.


    Larsson, positioned as a center forward, was more of a distraction today. Having just returned from injury, his direct threat had diminished significantly, yet his presence on the pitch could attract defensive attention. Expecting him to directly challenge Arsenal''s goal would be too demanding.


    Hence, Aldrich had substituted him in to facilitate the team''s y.


    As for Henry, Wenger would definitely remind the defense to keep an eye on him, considering he had been specifically promoted from Monaco.


    In Millwall''s attack, only a handful of yers posed threats. Henry, the summer transfer star, definitely wouldn''t be overlooked.


    When Henry got the ball, Arsenal''s defense would undoubtably focus on him.


    For this solid defensive line, marking one yer was simple, marking two was manageable, but with both Larsson and Henry drawing attention, that''s when the real danger could manifest when the third yer arrived!


    Henry''s diagonal pass aimed behind Arsenal''s defense, rolling directly toward the back post.


    There, one yer was perfectly positioned, slotting the ball into the top corner of the goal.


    "Goal! Van der Meyde is the hero! This Dutchman hadn''t made a single meaningful impact for over 80 minutes! Not even once! But this time, he arrived at the back post to score, giving Millwall a surprising 1-0 lead over the defending champions! This goal waspletely unexpected, demonstrating Millwall''s rapid counterattack and cohesive teamwork. Everyone thought the finish woulde from Henry or Larsson; even Lampard making an attacking run could have been tightly marked by Arsenal, but unexpectedly, it was Van der Meyde��who usually yed supportive roles��who struck! This must''ve been part of Hall''s tactical n, otherwise, Van der Meyde wouldn''t have taken such risks to dash into the box, knowing the vulnerabilities left behind; they understood just how fast Arsenal could counterattack!"


    After the goal, Aldrich finally stood up, pumping his fists in a small celebration.


    Wenger was furious and shook his head repeatedly.


    Millwall''s tactics hadn''t changed, but the emphasis of their attack had shifted.


    Nobody anticipated that Aldrich''s substitutions of Henry and Larsson were actually meant to create space for Van der Meyde!


    The stands at Highbury were filled with disgruntled Arsenal fans.


    Was this Christmas going to end in tragedy?


    The Lions'' fans, on the other hand, were ecstatic.


    What a fantastic Christmas gift!


    They had expected only a draw, especially since they were the visiting team and were missing some important yers.


    Now, with less than 10 minutes left, they were ecstatic with victory in sight!


    Having taken the lead, Aldrich gestured for his team to remain steady, emphasizing focus on solid defending while being more cautious in attack. Without a good opportunity, they should control the ball, and as Arsenal pressed forward aggressively, the spaces would be evenrger.


    Wenger stood with his arms crossed, a serious expression on his face, contemting his next moves.


    Given Arsenal''s usual approach, it seemed unlikely they could break through Millwall''s defenses.


    In terms of squad depth, Arsenal didn''t match Millwall, particrly with few game-changers left to substitute in.


    His options for personnel changes were limited; he would have to adjust their tactics instead.


    He gestured to his yers.


    In the final three minutes, Arsenal''s style of y transformedpletely.


    Aldrich, seeing the situation on the field, rushed to the sidelines, signaling to Lampard to get back.


    Arsenal surprisingly opted for long balls and crosses!


    Moreover, their yers controlled the ball well. Instead of passing to anyone''s head, they targeted the areas behind the defenders to let Bergkamp fight for the ball. Bergkamp''s ball control was nothing short of masterful.


    If it was a usual scenario, Millwall wouldn''t fear Arsenal''s long passes.


    However, for the preceding 85 minutes, Arsenal had predominantly yed on the ground. Millwall''s yers had unconsciously adapted to that style, and this sudden shift was bound to throw them off bnce��much like how they were caught off guard by Van der Meyde''s forward run!


    Just three seconds after Aldrich''s adjustments, as Lampard had yet to return, Pires delivered a diagonal long pass from the left side, skimming past the defenders'' gaps. As the ball headed toward the end line, a surging Bergkamp managed to get a touch. Ferdinand, eager to defend, dashed over to clear the ball, but Bergkamp''s touch was too heavy, and the ball rolled out of y��Ferdinand''s boot caught Bergkamp''s foot in the process.


    Bergkamp copsed in the box, and the referee whistled, pointing to the penalty spot!


    "Arsenal has been awarded a penalty! As the match nears its end, they''ve received a penalty! Ferdinand protests to the referee, arguing that Bergkamp mishandled the ball and didn''tmit a foul."


    Aldrich walked over to have a word with the fourth official, as he felt the call wasn''t right.


    "The ball went out of y first! The referee could call a foul on Ferdinand for being out of y, but it''s not a penalty. You could even give him a red card! But the game should be stopped for that!"


    Not all foulsmitted inside the box result in a penalty kick. For instance, if a throw-in has been awarded but the ball hasn''t been taken, any foul that urs between yers while the ball is out of y can still be penalized, but it wouldn''t lead to a penalty kick.


    This was a subjective matter, and if the referee deemed the ball out of y, then the match was treated as halted; Ferdinand''s foul would not interfere with gamey��it was merely a personal foul against Bergkamp.


    Yet, in a sh, the referee pointed to the penalty spot.


    Aldrich found it hard to ept and argued with the fourth official for a while before he ended up discussing with Wenger on the sidelines.


    "The standard of officiating in the Premier League must be improved; otherwise, it will hinder the overall progress of the league."


    "Indeed, I agree with that," Wenger replied.


    He didn''t want to argue about the penalty call with Aldrich��there was no point. Both men were reasonable in their discussions.


    Bergkamp stepped up to take the penalty, which he converted effortlessly.


    In the final moments of injury time, both teams yed conservatively, wary of conceding again. The final score ended at 1-1.


    Post-match, Aldrich specifically waited to speak with the referee as they left the field. They had a brief exchange, and the referee maintained his stance, affirming that the foul urred before the ball went out of y. He deemed the actions between Bergkamp and Ferdinand as interconnected and not a technical foul.


    Aldrich had no further arguments; after all, he couldn''t just tell the referee, "Go check the rey!"

 Chapter 381: Tactical Reshuffle

    <h4>Chapter 381: Tactical Reshuffle</h4>


    The Christmas showdown ended in a 1-1 draw between Millwall and Arsenal.


    In the post-match press conference, Aldridgemented on Arsenal''sst-minute penalty. He did not specifically target the referee, saying that five out of ten referees would definitely award a penalty, three referees might be inclined to award a penalty because the game was at Highbury, and thest two referees would hesitate.


    He subtly wanted the quality of refereeing to improve, wishing for more trustworthy decisions��but this view seemed a tad idealistic.


    After all, failing to award that penalty would have surely left Arsenal unhappy.


    This penalty incident became the focal point after the match, but there were no conspiracy theories; the discussion on UK football shows leaned more towards academic exchange.


    Some long-serving, esteemed referees seemed to support Aldrich''s opinion.


    After all, slow-motion reys showed that Bergkamp had mishandled the ball before Ferdinand made histe challenge, kicking the yer only after the ball had gone out.


    The entire sequence unfolded in less than three seconds, and while hindsight offers rity, in the heat of the moment, the referee''s instantaneous judgment carried significant weight.


    Aldrich praised his team''s performance, sending them home to celebrate Christmas happily.


    He felt a little lonely. He had spent Christmas Eve at his parents'' house and returned to his apartment on Christmas Eve. The lights were on in the homes of immigrant yers around the block. On his way home, he ran into Vi, who was with a girl who was about 16 years old. They seemed to be a perfect couple; she was his first love. Aldridge talked to them for a few minutes and then went home.


    Once inside, Aldrich leaned back on the sofa. Soon, the doorbell rang. He didn''t need to guess who it was. As expected, Yvonne stood at the door with arge, covered food tter, smiling broadly: "I baked a turkey, and I have leftovers."


    Aldrich didn''t say a word, turning to grab some utensils from the kitchen and opening a good bottle of wine.


    "Are you worried about the club?"


    "Why? Because the team isgging behind in points?"


    "I don''t know, just observing that you don''t look happy. The team has been doing welltely, right? The Champions League draw also paired us against a favorable opponent."


    Aldrich held his wine ss, pondering. Millwall''s next opponent in the knockout round was Dynamo Kyiv. He hesitated to call it a good draw; this old rival was more stable and stronger this year. He worried that his team might underestimate them afterst year''s group stage victories.


    "Sol has organized an amateur cycling team. Are you interested in joining us? It would be good exercise during your free time."


    "That sounds great, count me in. It would be nice to have some races now and then."


    Aldrich was keen to engage in any positive social activities to distract himself from worries.


    Yvonne cut arge piece of chicken and ced it on Aldrich''s te, smiling: "Sounds good! We kick off in two weeks. Need help picking out some gear?"


    "I''ll just pick up a bike from the specialty store when I go shopping. I''ll get the gear there too."


    ---


    Three dayster, Aldrich''s team faced Coventry at home, winning 4-0. Henry scored a hat trick, while the returning Larsson alsoted a goal, marking hiseback.


    After this match, Millwall hadpleted all fixtures for 1998, with the next match being a FA Cup fixture a weekter.


    Aldrich convened a mid-season review meeting with the coaching staff to analyze every match yed by Millwall in the first half of the season, focusing on tactics and yer performances.


    One area he was not satisfied with was the forward line.


    Ruud van Nistelrooy had scored ten league goals in the first half of the season. While this was an impressive tallypared to other teams, even top clubs would find it respectable.


    However, Aldrich felt that cing Van Nistelrooy as a center forward sacrificed Millwall''s previous sharp attacking style.


    In simple terms, while Van Nistelrooy''s goal tally was eptable, the efficiency of the wingers or his partner suffered when he yed centrally, regardless of whether in a 4-3-3 or a 4-4-2 formation.


    As discussions grew heated, Aldrich walked to the tactics board and wrote down five names.


    Ronaldinho, Henry, Larsson, Nedved, Pirlo.


    The first three formed a trio, with Nedved and Pirlo listed behind them.


    He tapped the table, and the room fell silent as he asked, "Can these five yers form the strongest attackingbination in all of Europe, or even the entire world?"


    If he were to pose such a question to the media, it would likely drawughter.


    Individually, while the yers had immense capabilities, their mere addition did not guarantee the title of the best in Europe. However, as a trio, it should be achievable.


    But from a coach''s perspective, this was aplex issue requiring careful consideration.


    There were many teams hoarding top talent, and Inter Mn was a prime example. But did they possess a strong attackingbination?


    Ultimately, team chemistry was paramount.


    If 1+1 turned out to be less than 2, having five stars could result in five disasters on the pitch.


    "If we go for a 4-3-3, I believe Ruud''s chemistry with the team will be stronger than Thierry''s."


    Craig was the first to voice his opinion.


    Jensen shook his head, "If Van Nistelrooy ys as a center forward, he''d be stuck in the middle. Aldrich, are you trying to weaken the full-backs'' support by deploying such a five-man unit?"


    Aldrich nodded and said, "Yes, I''d like to see our defense improve even more. If the full-backs push too high up the field, we run a great risk of conceding on the counter."


    Klinsmann considered this for a moment and replied, "If we can solidify our defense to handle a sessful 5v5, then our attacking unit must also perform well in their 5v5."


    Aldrich agreed, stating firmly, "That''s right. I expect our attack to achieve results in 5v5, as well as 5v6, and even make it work with 5v7 matchups."


    "With Ronaldinho, Henry, Larsson, and Nedv��d, we have yers who can dribble, pass, and shoot effectively; the critical factor is how they position themselves."


    His words captured Aldrich''s thoughtful selection of these four, alongside Pirlo''s orchestrating role. It wasn''t just about talent; it was about synergy��when these yers understand each other''s movements, the pitch transforms into a stage for brilliance.


    Simply put, Van Nistelrooy wasn''t as well-rounded as they were, and because of his somewhat singr style, he couldn''t drift wide, limiting his ability to interlink with the wingers for a varied attack.


    Therefore, Van Nistelrooy''s ideal partners were Klose, Van der Meyde, Gronkjaer, or Duff.


    Klose, Van der Meyde, Duff, and Gronkjaer would provide firepower from both wide and central areas for him to convert goals.


    "Larsson, Pirlo, and Nedved are solid. We just need to make sure Ronaldinho and Henry can adapt quickly to this new attacking setup."


    "Right, let''s start testing it. We need to assign tasks in training and instill a philosophy of role-switching."


    Aldrich resolved to begin crafting the new "Diamond Attack" strategy.


    In the new year of 1999, only Southgate remained on the injury list as Pirlo rejoined the squad for training.


    Ronaldinho, back from Brazil, reported for duty, running straight up to Aldrich.


    The others had already begun training, and Aldrich checked his watch, saying, "You''re 23 minuteste. Start with fiveps."


    Ronaldinho gave an embarrassed smile. His holiday should have ended yesterday, and with training officially starting today, Aldrich wasn''t mistaken; he was indeedte.


    Afterpleting hisps as part of his warm-up, he approached Aldrich with a grin: "Boss, I brought you quite a few gifts."


    "We can discuss thatter. Did you enjoy your time in Brazil?"


    "It was great!"


    "Had enough fun?"


    "Uh, uh, yes."


    "Are you nning to take any more leave?"


    "Nope."


    "Then focus on ying football."


    "Yes, sir!"


    Aldrich nodded in satisfaction and then called Ronaldinho, Henry, Nedved, Larsson, and Pirlo over to exin the new tactical concepts.


    Pirlo''s role would also undergo some adjustments; he needed to switch roles with Ronaldinho.


    When the ball was in the midfield, the organizational duties would fall to Pirlo. If the ball was with Ronaldinho and he had no space or opportunity to advance, then Pirlo would need to support, acting as a scorer or helping to orchestrate the attack.


    Henry and Larsson would fill the roles of false strikers, looking to receive the ball on the nks or break through in the center. They would need to constantly assess the game situation and their teammates'' movements, ensuring that they didn''t run into each other''s spaces while making quick decisions on whether to dribble or pass.


    Nedved was already familiar with his role, knowing when to pass or make runs to score. His performance over the past year had proven just how effective he could be.


    In addition to the offensive strategy, Aldridge also instilled a familiar concept in them: All-out attack and defense! But the problem is that this is not a tactic applicable to the whole team. It only applies to these five people! Add a few more people, and it may be a disaster!


    If these five yers can''t get the job done, the team''s offensive firepower will take a serious hit! It''s a bold choice - either it will see some spectacr scenes, or it will look good on paper but fall apart on the field.


    All-out attack and defense required a significant number of world-ss yers. Here, at least two and a half out of the five had met the required capabilities. The rest was about tactical awareness.


    Aldridge began introducing this tactic in training games, asking five yers to practice.


    In training, he specifically instructed them not to try any dribbling skills.


    They could only beat the defense through passing, movement and positioning. Aldridge was particrly strict with Henry, providing him with the most guidance and feedback.


    Pirlo, Larsson and Nedved are already very familiar with Millwall''s system. Their movement is like second nature to them, especially their ability to find space without the ball is world-ss.


    Ronaldinho returned from vacation and training was in full swing! He gave it his all, and although Aldrich asionally med him for monopolizing the ball, he did a good job in running without the ball.


    The most troublesome thing was Henry. He was born as a winger, and he yed the role of center forward quite stiffly, standing in the middle a little stiffly. At first, he felt a little aggrieved. After all, it was natural that five offensive yers were facing six defenders and it was difficult to find space. However, after observing the performance of the other four yers, he realized that he was not doing enough. In order to improve himself, he decided to strengthen his off-ball running.


    On the other side of the training ground, Van Nistelrooy was a little absent-minded, watching Aldridge concentrate on training five yers, feeling a little lost. He realized that the head coach was rebuilding a strong offensive line, and Henry, who had only been with the team for half a year, was sessfully selected, while he, who had been with the team for four and a half years, was excluded..


    Thepetition within the club was fierce; the axiom of survival of the fittest ruled. Anyone who dared to flout this principle, whether by favoritism or bad judgment, would encounter bleak oues. Aldrich didn''t require much exnation; results were all that mattered. If Henry fell short, Van Nistelrooy would step in, and if that too proved ineffective, Klose would take the chance.


    As the dawn of the new year approached, the young and ambitious Aldrich set about crafting the diamond attacking unit in which he ced such high hopes.

 Chapter 382: Ferguson vs. Aldrich: Clash of Titans

    <h4>Chapter 382: Ferguson vs. Aldrich: sh of Titans</h4>


    The opening match of ''99 saw Millwall set off to Cambridge United for the FA Cup. With a squad made up entirely of substitutes, Millwall delivered a stunning 5-0 win on the road. Despite facing a weaker opponent, Aldrich felt satisfaction in the team''s effective transitions and their fluid attacking y.


    Klose partnered with Van Nistelrooy, while Duff and Gronkjaer on the wings created a seamless offensive flow.


    After defeating Cambridge and advancing to the next round, Andrew invited Aldrich for dinner.


    As they dined together, Andrew said seriously, "Recently, Leeds United has been eyeing a few of our yers."


    Aldrich shrugged it off. With the winter transfer window open, Millwall had received countless offers, but he had no habit of conducting business mid-season.


    "Leeds United? Ha!" Aldrich scoffed.


    Seeing his nonchnt attitude, Andrew quickly added, "Their offers aren''t low."


    Aldrich grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth. "The yers'' youth is very valuable; without solid honors, those generous sries can''t hold up. I''m not here to be a nanny or guide their lives. If someone naively believes that Leeds United will provide a brighter future, what else can I say?"


    Andrew sighed, "Aldrich, don''t underestimate the lure of money."


    "I''m not denying its appeal, but smart people do the math. A five-year contract for Larsson; even if he makes ��100,000 a week at Leeds, that''s ��3 million a year, totalling ��15 million over five years. But then what? After five years with nothing to show, what will his next contract be? How much will his market value drop? Meanwhile, in Millwall, even if I only offer him ��60,000 a week, he can win trophies and individual honors, which will help his sponsorship ie. In five years, that''ll definitely exceed ��15 million. Would he really be silly enough to run to Leeds?"


    Aldrich had no worries about poaching from non-top-tier clubs; he believed it posed no threat.


    After a moment of silence, Andrew pointed out, "You''re talking about absolute key yers, but what if it''s Ferdinand?"


    Aldrich rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "What difference does it make? As long as he develops steadily at Millwall, he''ll be a mainstay and a key yer for the Ennd national team. His chances of winning honors here are certainly higher than at Leeds."


    Andrew knew Aldrich was correct, but not everyone had that kind of patience.


    This weekend, Aldrich would lead his team to Manchester. In the pre-match press conference, he emphasized that this was just another league game; he wouldn''t pressure the yers, as there were still five months left in the season, and this match against Manchester United wouldn''t determine the title.


    Ferguson, on the other hand, took the match very seriously, publicly stating: "Millwall is our biggest rival for the title. Since ''96, we''ve failed to win the league in two seasons, which is uneptable. Considering we lost the championship at thest momentst season, right to Millwall, we need to beat them to prove we have what it takes to im the title! Especially after losing 1-2 to them in the first match, this time we cannot afford to falter. I will not ept anything less than victory!"


    Ferguson is ambitious and motivated. Manchester United is strong, and the ss of 92 yers are in control of the overall situation, showing mature tactical skills and yer abilities. The new offensivebination of Yorke and Cole is quite strong, and Manchester United needs to win the championship to consolidate its position and further enhance the team''s temperament.


    This was crucial for the long-term development of a team. When a squad has no weaknesses in ability, psychological factors be extremely important. Winning titles enhances confidence and spreads maturity within the team; the transformation thates after winning can elevate a squad to another level.


    Indeed, Manchester United needed the championship even more than Millwall. Ferguson understood this��if they continued to miss out on major titles, even the most talented yers would begin to doubt themselves, and their drive would wane.


    Ferguson''sments reminded Aldrich of Arsenal''s eight trophyless years. Sometimes, winning required a touch of luck, but the aura of a team that has won titles is undeniably different. Teams that fail to win seem to be held back by an invisible weight, often faltering at key moments.


    ying at Old Trafford wasn''t an opportune moment for Millwall, which Aldrich recognized put them at a disadvantage.


    He had no issues with his personnel selection, but the real challengey in forming a new attackingbination. Coming up against a team like Manchester United would inevitably reduce their offensive effectiveness.


    Yet, just like his approach against Arsenal, he understood that the league is a marathon, not a sprint. There was no need to battle for short-term glory. Millwall had managed to beat Manchester United earlier in the season; as long as they didn''t lose away, a respectable performance in this strong matchup would suffice.


    At Old Trafford, Millwall''stest attackingbination made its debut: Ronaldinho, Henry, and Larsson, with Nedved supporting and Mak��l��l�� and Pirlo anchoring.


    Ferguson and Aldrich stood on the sidelines, exchanging nothing more than pleasantries before the match.


    The title race in the Premier League had quickly intensified this season, with Millwall, Manchester United, Arsenal, and Chelsea battling for supremacy. Chelsea faced recent struggles due to their Christmas slump��a phenomenon often guing teams with multiple foreign yers. Resolving this issue wasn''t something that could be fixed overnight.


    Millwall''s disy at Old Trafford was mediocre.


    Solid defensively, but their attacking y fell short.


    ying against a team of Manchester United''s stature means that every offensive opportunity has to be maximized. A single miscalction could result in beingpletely frozen out by the opposition.


    Aldrich''s new attacking unit required synergy among yers. If someone fell out of sync, the overall attack quality would dramatically decrease.


    Henry''s movements in the center-forward position were still unsatisfactory, but Aldrich didn''t get angry. Henry hadn''t yed alongside Larsson, Ronaldinho, and Pirlo for long, and Aldrich decided to give him two months to see the oue. If there wasn''t significant improvement, he would consider recing him with another forward.


    Yet, under the new tactical system, the defense had stabilized significantly. Full-backs moved up to participate in the attack, which reduced the risk of being caught out of position. Today, Manchester United''s wings were flying, attacking Millwall''s overall defense with each foray, but the effectiveness was stillcking.


    After watching the game for 30 minutes, Ferguson felt depressed.


    Millwall''s attack and defensebination seemed to be very bnced. The situation where the defender rushed forward to assist was gone. Manchester United''s orderly attack could not break through Millwall''s defense.


    Ferguson walked over to Aldrich, still exchanging smiles despite the ongoing match.


    "Is Millwall bing more cautious? Afraid of losing?"


    "Psychological warfare? Ha! That won''t work on me!"


    "No, no, no. Do you remember the first time you came here?"


    "That 5-5 match?"


    "Exactly! Millwall''s gamey was incisive, pressing both nks against Manchester United. Now why have you retreated?"


    Aldrich chuckled lightly, knowing Ferguson was trying to provoke him.


    "Times have changed. Millwall had superior fitness back then. You wouldn''t deny that, would you?"


    Ferguson chuckled, and honestly, he couldn''t deny it.


    However, it didn''t seem obvious at the time. By the second season, after a 0-5 thrashing at Old Trafford, Ferguson unleashed his infamous hair-dryer treatment in the dressing room, realizing how significantly Manchester United''s fitnessgged behind Millwall, which prompted him to reinforce the team''s fitness and steadily improve over the next two seasons.


    "We no longer have the fitness advantage, and Manchester United''s wing y has improved significantly. Beckham and Giggs must be among the top three wingers in Europe, right? As long as my full-backs can defend effectively, I''m satisfied. Honestly."


    Ferguson nudged Aldrich with his elbow,ughing, "I would''ve believed you, but when you stressed that you were being honest, I started to doubt it. Millwall''s attacking yers are all strong individually! Do you intend to rely solely on their individual abilities moving forward?"


    At that moment, Ronaldinho was dispossessed by Keane, and Aldrich shrugged, "Can individual ability solve all problems?"


    "If he manages to break through ten times, even if he only seeds once or twice, a goal could follow."


    "But after being intercepted three times in a row, does he still believe he can break through?"


    "Hahaha, if he can''t do it, Larson can continue to break through."


    Ferguson hoped Millwall''s attackers would each lean into individual heroics; he was more wary of their quick transitions, where seamless passing and positioning could rapidly close in on the goal in mere seconds. The speed of such teamwork was terrifying, while excessive individual dribbling would inevitably slow the pace. With Manchester United''s established defensive line, he doubted anyone could take on their entire defense single-handedly.


    At Aldrich and Ferguson''s level, especially regarding the mastery of their teams, they didn''t need to micromanage on the pitch anymore.


    Ferguson didn''t need to give more guidance to yers like Beckham, Giggs, and Scholes, just as Oddridge didn''t need to demand more from Larsson, Nedved, and Pirlo, unless there were significant tactical changes.


    So, both managers had the leisure to chat andugh on the sidelines.


    Both teams were wary of each other''s quick transitions, and direct attacks often produced little, with few chances arising in dangerous areas. The match tempo was slow; Manchester United couldn''t dictate the rhythm, and Millwall''s control was simrly absent. The first half ended goalless, and the second half mirrored the first, with action only in the final ten minutes. Manchester Unitedunched wave after wave of attacks, while Millwall seized limited counterattacking opportunities, leading to top-tier performances from both defenses as each side made remarkable saves.


    Millwall fought hard for 90 minutes at Old Trafford, ending the match with a 0-0 draw.


    After the match, Ferguson changed his tone,pletely distancing himself from his pre-matchments about pursuing a win. Instead, he criticized Millwall for ying too conservatively, no longer resembling previous league champions.


    Aldrich, in turn, jeered at Manchester United, pointing out that in their encounters this season, Millwall had secured a victory and a draw. Even if Manchester United ultimately won the league, they wouldn''t have the right to feel superior against Millwall.


    The rtionship between the two managers, which shifted from friendly banter before the match to outright rivalry post-match, became a focal point in the Premier League. Fleet Street remarked: "Ferguson and Aldrich, a perfect matchup!"

 Chapter 383: A Clash at Anfield

    <h4>Chapter 383: A sh at Anfield</h4>


    After the New Year, Millwall faced a series of tough matches in the league. Just finishing their battle with Manchester United, they were now set to visit Anfield.


    Liverpool had seen a significant decline this season. Early on, the board decided to have Houllier and Evans co-manage the team. The result was disastrous performances, leading to Evans''s resignation in November. Houllier then took sole control of the squad.


    While Houllier didn''t emphasize Liverpool''s youth training as much as Evans, he still unearthed some promising talents from the youth team, promoting future stalwarts like Gerrard and Carragher.


    While studying in France, Aldrich and Houllier had a brief exchange in Auxerre, when the two watched the European Cup together. In addition to Wenger, his familiar opponent and neighbor in the Premier League, Aldrich also had intersections with coaches such as Fernandez and Tigana in the Champions League. Now, he is facing Houllier again in the Premier League, which makes their rtionship even more interesting.


    In their early-season sh, there had been nomunication between the two, mainly because Evans was still the main coach, while Houllier was more of a figurehead.


    For the away match at Liverpool, Aldrich arrived in the city half a day early.


    He visited Mnie''s parents, who had invited him over. This was unusual, as they were staunch Liverpool fans.


    Her parents were aware of the tension between Aldrich and Mnie, though it wasn''t a full-blown rift. There were just differing views, and neither was willing to bend, leaving them in a sort of cold war.


    In a private conversation, Mnie''s mother informed Aldrich that Mnie would be heading back to Liverpool in February to start her maternity preparations. With a strong sense of ambition, she intended to take only a month off after the baby was born and then join the remaining members of the Spice Girls to work on a new album. Despite Geri''s departure, they still hope to capitalize on the poprity they''ve built, using the Spice Girls name, but just pursuing their own careers.


    Aldrich was firm and forthright in telling Mnie''s family that he did not want her to continue her singing career. He suggested that she could find another career - anything that would allow her to have a family life. But the long separation had to end. It was vital for their children''s development.


    Mnie''s parents could only convey his sentiments. They, too, wanted their daughter to have a fulfilling family life. In their eyes, Aldrich''s career was already highly sessful, and with a decent family background, they believed their daughter didn''t need to push herself for her career any longer.


    As Aldrich departed from Mnie''s parents'' house, he understood that their conversation reached no conclusion. Frankly speaking, it seemed Mnie was hoping he would bend, and they could revert to their old rtionship��acting like a couple in love, without any changes even after weing a child.


    Reentering Anfield, Aldrich put personal matters aside. He did this well, perhaps because he no longer held expectations for Mnie. Sometimes, women could be more obstinate than men. With lowered psychological expectations, he felt less acute disappointment.


    Anfield was roaring, despite Liverpool''s apparent decline in performance with more losses than wins. The dedication of the KOP fans, however, remainedmendable.


    Prior to the match, Aldrich and Houllier shared a moment, chatting and reminiscing about old times, with their conversation having nothing to do with the game ahead. While they were technically rivals, Houlliercked the unshakeable poise of Ferguson, especially given that Liverpool was facing one of its deepest lows in recent years.


    "Haha, it looks like Hall and Houllier are old acquaintances," amentator remarked. "Although Hall may not have yed, he''s well connected in the football world, which often surprises usmentators as he seems to have friends everywhere."


    "And that''s definitely a good thing. Hall is sociable and wellworked. Take Sundend and Preston, for example. Reid and Moyes have a good rtionship with Hall, and they borrowed some yers from Millwall to boost their performance. The addition of Phillips has been outstanding. If he continues ying well in the second half of the season, Sundend''s promotion hopes will be alive."


    "Yes, a coach''swork is vital for the team. At least Millwall''s yers have solid loan opportunities for development, strengthening the inter-club rtionships. Speaking of the Championship, it reminds me of a previous article from Fleet Street that analyzed how West Ham lost to Sundend and Preston right before Christmas. Fleet Street suggested it was Millwall''s scheme to lend young talent to Sundend and Preston as a way to thwart West Ham''s promotion back to the Premier League. If that''s true, then Hall certainly has put in a lot of effort to undermine a rival!"


    Aldrich''s purpose of loaning young yers is certainly not to deliberately hinder West Ham United''s promotion. The current situation is just a coincidence.


    Once both teams entered the pitch, Aldrich stood calmly on the sidelines.


    Today, he continued with the starting lineup that had faced Manchester United.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Ferdinand, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Pirlo, Mak��l��l��, Nedv��d.


    Forwards: Larsson, Henry, Ronaldinho.


    If there were no injuries affecting the squad, Millwall''s lineup would remain consistent. Once Southgate returned from injury, he would rece Ferdinand.


    Liverpool''s squad looked familiar, yet the spirit of the team was in tatters, the discipline of some yers waspletely missing and the team''s reputation as a whole was in tatters. They were med for the team''s decline! This once-respected and proud club was now struggling to return to its former glory, while the fans - God bless them - could only watch their heroes struggle on the pitch.


    Unlike the bnced and calm Manchester United, the struggling Liverpool are exactly the opponent Millwall hoped to face.


    Liverpool felt they still had a fighting chance. The pressure on the points table meant they couldn''t afford to y conservatively at home, which meant Millwall wouldn''t face overly dense defenses. After all, Liverpool''s backline was far from elite, ranking third in goals conceded among the top ten teams.


    As the matchmenced, Millwall adopted their bnced offensive and defensive stance. The defensive line, along with defensive midfielder Mak��l��l��, focused on defense, while Pirlo, Nedv��d, and the two wingers maintained a bnced defensive input. Center-forward Henry disrupted the opponent''s midfield build-up.


    When Liverpool''s initial attack failed, Millwall swiftly shifted to a counter-attack.


    Larsson surged down the wing, finding plenty of space. A quick, effectivebination began to unfold. Nedv��d made a forward run, receiving a pass from Pirlo. Upon receiving the ball, Pirlo showcased his precision with a perfectly ced diagonal ball sent to Ronaldinho, who had cut in from the left. The timing and angle of the pass were both optimal, which was precisely why Aldrich stood firm on utilizing Pirlo.


    After receiving the ball, Ronaldinho performed a feint before breaking past the defender. As Hyypi? moved to mark him, Ronaldinho cleverly passed the ball back to Nedv��d, who had made an ovepping run.


    At the edge of the penalty area, Nedv��d fired a long-range shot that struck the crossbar and bounced out.


    Though the ball didn''t hit the, it was a significant threat. Aldrich nodded slightly, realizing that if Henry had made a more dynamic run earlier, Nedv��d might have opted to pass to him instead of taking a shot.


    Whenever they faced Liverpool, the match tempo was always rapid, with the only difference being the fluidity of the attacking y.


    With Millwall''s attacking unit possessing superior control, Liverpool''s frantic attempts to intercept passingnes were not proving effective.


    In the past, that approach had troubled Millwall since they relied heavily on passing. yers like Trezeguet and Shevchenko struggled against tight marking. Now, however, with Ronaldinho, Nedv��d, and Henry possessing strong ball control, and Pirlo continuously improving��particrly in ball management��the elegance of their y yielded clearly practical results.


    In the 22nd minute of the first half, Ronaldinho attracted two defenders on the left; even in a tight spot, he managed to release the ball to Henry, who executed a wall pass with him. Ronaldinho then broke into the penalty area as Hyypi? closed in and cleverly fed the ball to the unmarked Larsson, who easily slotted it home.


    "What a beautiful goal! Millwall''s attack utterly demolished Liverpool''s defense. Ronaldinho drew defenders to the wing, while Henry''s movement created space by taking another defender out of the equation. After theirbination, Ronaldinho burst past a defender and, with only Hyypi? left in the middle, he faced difficulty blocking the shooting angle. Predictably, the Brazilian yed a pass instead, and Larsson was there to finish it off. It felt as if there had been a transformation in Millwall''s offense!"


    "Indeed, Martin, I noticed that too. We saw traces of this shift in thest match against Manchester United. Hall''s team used to rely on exquisite teamwork to prate opposition defenses, with many teams employing apact defense to stifle Millwall''s passing game. Now, there''s more individuality among Millwall''s attackers. Let''s not exaggerate��Ronaldinho, Henry, Larsson, and Nedv��d exceed a 70% sess rate in one-on-one situations. Thus, marking them requires teammates'' support. Because of this, a single yer drawing multiple defenders can create opportunities for their teammates, leading to weaker defensive setups elsewhere. That recent goal is a prime example."


    Aldrich was pleased with the process leading up to that goal. It wasn''t that he wished to abandon fluid teamwork entirely; rather, he aimed to maximize the potential of his avable yers. Their different talents dictated their unique technical abilities. Not allowing Ronaldinho to showcase his ir would be a waste.


    To harness these yers'' collective power, Aldrich must not let his ideals dictate his tactical decisions. The new tactical framework was built around their unique skills.


    Ronaldinho was meant to draw defensive attention in the attack and create chances for the team.


    Once the goal was scored, Liverpool would undoubtedly be more aggressive in their approach. Aldrich felt untroubled by this, knowing that with Liverpool trailing, Millwall''s attack would have even greater opportunity to shine. Yet, how many goals they might score remained to be seen.


    Houllier became more and more frustrated. He could never have imagined that this young man, with whom he once shared the joy of watching football, would be the nightmare of all the coaches who interacted with him back then.

 Chapter 384: Unleashing the Lions

    <h4>Chapter 384: Unleashing the Lions</h4>


    Some top-tier teams, despite boasting impressive attacking line-ups, fail to deliver captivating matches, and their goal count often leaves much to be desired. The root issue lies in unclear roles; if five attacking yers are all eager to score while only one is focused on orchestrating the attack, it''s no surprise that their offensive ycks fluidity.


    Regardless of a yer''s individual skills, a sessful offensive strategy requires a ymaker, a connector, and a finisher. In a well-functioning team, yers must understand their roles in various zones: the organizers organize, the supporters assist, and the finishers score. This is often what distinguishes elite teams with performances above expectations; inparison to certain criticized clubs, where every attacking yer wants to be the star scorer instead of fulfilling their tactical duties.


    For Millwall''s new attacking unit, the roles of Ronaldinho and Henry are paramount. If they can meet Aldrich''s expectations, Millwall''s offense could unleash a storm in European football!


    In the past, Pirlo''s deeper role as a ymaker caused tremendous headaches for opponents, but as teams grew more familiar with Millwall''s tactics, they started to disrupt Pirlo''s game. If he held onto the ball too long, the offense would encounter obstacles. Ronaldinho, who also likes to have the ball in the front line, could share some of that burden, providing Millwall with a dual threat in midfield and attack.


    Henry''s position as a center-forward involves him frequently swapping ces with the wingers andbining with the attacking midfielder Nedved. This unpredictability will make Millwall''s attacking points harder for opponents to defend against. In instances where the numbers are even or the opposition has one extra defender, as long as they can sync their runs and provide cover for each other, tearing through the opposition''s defense will be a straightforward task, unless they face a top-tier defense or a particrly stubborn,pact setup.


    Liverpool, after conceding a goal,unched a counterattack. However, Millwall''s defensive line remained steadfast, achieving a remarkably high rate of sess in defending. After 30 minutes in the first half, they allowed their rivals only one unmarked shooting opportunity.


    In the 33rd minute of the first half, Ronaldinho maneuvered past a defender on the left nk and delivered the ball to a steaming Pirlo. Without pausing, Pirlo executed a precise long pass to Larsson, who was cutting in from the right.


    ording to past experience, Larsson would typically cut in himself, but Henry deliberately moved closer to support. Instead of breaking through, Larsson opted for a one-two with Henry, ripping right through Liverpool''s defense. After reaching the byline, heid the ball back to the edge of the penalty area, where Nedved arrived at top speed. This triangr exchange took ce in nearly three seconds, so fast that a blink would make one miss it.


    Nedved was tightly marked, with Liverpool yers closing in on him from both sides. One defender disturbed his shooting angle from behind, while the other blocked any long-range attempts from the front.


    However, unexpectedly, Nedved took the ball directly into the penalty area, broke through the opponent''s defense diagonally, and sent the ball into the small penalty area.


    It was a clear open-goal chance, but Henry was a beat toote. Afterbining with Larsson, he assumed Larsson would take the shot, so he slowed down to look for a rebound opportunity. When Larsson passed to Nedved, Henry thought Nedved would shoot from distance. But after breaking through, Nedved found a much better chance. Despite Larsson and Nedved wreaking havoc on Liverpool''s defense, by the time of the final pass, Henry was still a moment behind; had he started running sooner, he would have easily tapped the ball into the.


    As the ball slipped by the goal and was cleared by a Liverpool defender, Henry shot an apologetic gesture towards Nedved, feeling a pang of guilt.


    What a beautiful goal that would have been!


    Nedved didn''t notice Henry''s gesture at all. As soon as Liverpool cleared the ball, he ran back without hesitation to help defend.


    Aldrich noticed this near-miss in Millwall''s attack and realized that Henry still thought like a winger, seeking opportunities after his support y but not positioning himself as the center forward. It didn''t matter; Aldrich was patient, knowing that it would take time for Henry to adjust to the new tactics. After all, the new strategy imposed high demands on him; the transition of roles in different areas and scenarios required a shift in mindset. After making a y for Larsson, who charged into the box, Henry''s thought process had stalled. If he had maintained his awareness, he would have been well-ced to connect with Nedved''s brilliant final pass.


    "Once, twice, three times! How many golden opportunities will Millwall squander? First, Henry missed the open goal, then Ronaldinho''s exquisite pass to Larsson was wasted as he stumbled before shooting. Henry yed in the cutting Ronaldinho, whounched a feeble shot! Millwall''s attacking y today is impressive, but in this fast-paced match, their ability to capitalize on opportunities leaves much to be desired. And what''s wrong with Liverpool? Although their defense has been criticized since the start of the season, today they lookpletely exposed!"


    "Martin, it''s not that Liverpool is ying poorly; it''s that they simply can''t keep up with Millwall''s pace. Asmentators, we might have subconscious judgments about the yers on the field based on their past performances, but today, can you predict the choices Millwall''s attackers make when they get the ball? Liverpool has to worry about Nedved''s long shots, track his dribbles, and watch for his through balls. The same goes for the rest of the team��Ronaldinho, Larsson, Henry��all of whom are incredibly skilled. If they rely solely on individual efforts, they won''t pose much of a threat. One yer can''t handle two, and two won''t lose out to one, but theirbination y maximizes their individual abilities, making defending virtually impossible."


    Jansen and Klinsmann whispered to each other from the coaching bench.


    "Swapping Henry for Van Nistelrooy has made a world of difference."


    "Maybe it''s because Van Nistelrooy was stationary at the center forward position, while Henry possesses speed and a broad range of movement. His ability to break through and evade defenders allows for a lot of tactical variation, especially with the wingers and midfielders switching roles during the game."


    "Was Aldrich''s original intention in signing Henry not to capitalize on this?"


    "I haven''t discussed it, so I''m not entirely sure. We''ve always thought of Henry as a winger, rotating with Ronaldinho and Larsson."


    During stoppage time in the first half, Liverpoolunched a quick strike, appearing menacing and rapid. But just before entering the penalty area, Mak��l��l�� intercepted the ball with precision, instantly nullifying their attack.


    Mak��l��l�� calmly passed to Zambrotta on the nk, who advanced toward the midfield and yed a ball to Ronaldinho, who had created space with his movement.


    Ronaldinho turned and drove forward,bining with Nedved and Henry in a 3-v-2 ovep. He breached the box and found himself with a half-chance; today, his shooting touch seemed off. Not wanting to squander any more opportunities, he set up Nedved instead, who controlled the ball and, without hesitation, slotted a pass to an onrushing Henry, who, faced with an advancing keeper,id the ball back across the goal for Pirlo, arriving perfectly to slot the ball into an empty.


    "What a stunning goal! Millwall has found the back of Liverpool''s! This is definitely a candidate for goal of the season in terms of team y! Look at them, just look! They executed a counterattack from their own half without a single individual dribble, tearing apart Liverpool''s defense through patient passing and movement��twice! Ronaldinho had the chance to finish after receiving a pass from Henry but chose to return it to Nedved. The Czech then aimed to assist Henry, who selflessly set up Pirlo, casually waltzing into the boxpletely unmarked. This is yet another ssic team goal from Millwall! Is this what Hall was after? Is this the kind of attacking y he had in mind when he spent ��10 million on Henry? Come on, Lions fans, who still yearns for Shevchenko and Trezeguet?"


    Pirlo, perhaps due to the sheer simplicity of the goal, turned with an elegant smile after scoring, while Henry, Ronaldinho, Nedved, and Larsson, the four closest to him, walked over, exchanged smiles, and embraced each other by the shoulders, bowing their heads together.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, hands on hips, nodding and smiling. Millwall''s former "Diamond Attack" was known for its speed, fluid passing, and ability to capitalize on opportunities. Now, he was aiming to create a new generation of attackers even more fearsome than the one in the 1998 Champions League final. Thatst goal was indeed a result of their passingbination, but Liverpool clearly feared Millwall yers'' individual dribbling abilities. They hesitated to press too high when defending one-on-one, keeping their distance, wary of being cleanly outmaneuvered. With this bnce of caution, Millwall''s team y became even more threatening.


    At halftime, Millwall led 2-0 away.


    In the locker room, Aldrich made no tactical adjustments; with the team ahead, he preferred to continue refining their attacking cohesion rather than holding back.


    What mattered most to him were those missed golden opportunities from the first half.


    Liverpool cannot be regarded as a strong team, though they still think of themselves as one, ying without caution. This kind of opponent is perfect for Millwall''s training.


    Aldrich needs the new generation of attacking yers toe together quickly, especially improving their ability to take chances. At this level, opponents won''t grant many opportunities; when a good chance arises, it must be seized��opportunities missed are not easily reced!


    In the second half, Millwall continued to shine. This tactical framework posed challenges for the defense as well, striking a bnce between attack and defense, providing the opposition with some opportunities. The variety in their attacking means,bined with a heightened threat from counterattackspared to previous strategies, delivered even more excitement.


    During the second half, Millwall created many chances, but several were squandered. Apart from Ronaldinho''s assist on Larsson''s header in the 70th minute, other good opportunities went begging, especially a near one-on-one following clever intery between Nedved and Henry, who aimed for the angle but hit the post instead��a frustrating moment for him.


    Ultimately, Millwall finished the match with a 3-0 victory against a struggling Liverpool side, once again conquering Anfield.

 Chapter 385: Conflicted Heart

    <h4>Chapter 385: Conflicted Heart</h4>


    As Aldrich stepped into the locker room, the atmosphere was electric. The yers, recently returned from an intense 90 minutes on the field, wereughing and chatting, already preparing to wash off the fatigue and change out of their kits.


    In that moment, amid effective tactics flourishing through creativity, these talented athletes were in their element, reveling in the joy of the game��a thrill that carried on into the locker room.


    Before Aldrich arrived, they yfully mocked each other over missed opportunities��who had squandered a one-on-one chance, who had shot wildly wide from a prime position, and who had tripped over their own feet at an inopportune moment.


    But once he entered, the room fell quiet. They looked at him, smiles lingering on their faces, perhaps hoping for a word of encouragement.


    Aldrich leaned against the door, hands tucked away in his pockets. He started with a genuinepliment before transitioning to a more serious tone. "Listen up, this is just the start. You''re not quite where I want you to be yet. Don''t ever think that scoring a bunch of goals today means you''ve reached your peak and can coast into the next match. Absolutely not. Kick that mindset to the curb! You should be telling yourselves: today went well, but I can do better! Beating Liverpool isn''t that impressive��at least seven teams have taken them down this season. What we''re after isn''t just defeating a single club or snagging a trophy; it''s about leaving a glorious legacy on the pitch throughout your careers. Let''s make sure that when people talk about Millwall in the years toe, they rave about who was on this team. Remember, you have the power to create history. Together, we can dominate. No doubt about it��dominate European football!"


    The locker room was silent. yers stared at Aldrich in awe until Ronaldinho finally asked, "Boss, what''s your ultimate goal? I mean, you''ve already brought the club the highest honors. What''s next?"


    Aldrich replied calmly, "My goal? There''s only one: I want the totem of the Lions to overshadow the entire continent of Europe, to have the deep blue of Millwall shade the European sky, and for the name Millwall to resonate globally. My ambitions rely on you. If you''re unwilling to support me, let me know in advance."


    With that, Aldrich turned to leave, but behind him, Ronaldinho shouted excitedly, "Boss! I will help you achieve all your goals!"


    Aldrich walked off, leaving the yers unaware of his expression. At that moment, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, a mix of satisfaction and emotion. No matter how lofty a coach''s ambitions may be, they must rely on excellent yers to bring them to fruition. Aldrich hoped that the stars under his guidance could reach their historic heights and not squander their potential, or he would regret it for life.


    The post-match press conference was centered on Millwall''s victory, and Fleet Street praised their dazzling attack.


    However, some skeptics questioned Aldrich about the stark contrast in Millwall''s performances against Manchester United and Liverpool, noting how the attacking group was ineffectual against United but explosive against Liverpool.


    "Compare the goals scored and conceded by Manchester United and Liverpool, and you''ll understand the difference in our performance," Aldrich exined. "United''s offense and defense are stronger than Liverpool''s. When the attack is potent, the defensive pressure is high, leading to fewer opportunities for offensive ys. When the defense is strong, our attacking formation suffers, demanding greater teamwork and understanding. That''s the reason. You can''t expect a team to deliver identical performance statistics against two teams of differing strengths."


    The win at Anfield significantly boosted the team''s confidence as they tested new tactical adjustments, reducing the ovep from wing-backs and relying solely on a five-man attacking unit. The effectiveness demonstrated the integrity of their strategy, inspiring the yers and affirming Aldrich''s coaching capabilities.


    Leading up to the Champions League''s reboot in March, Millwall''s league performances continued to improve:


    - Round 23: Millwall 5 - 1 Sheffield Wednesday


    - Round 24: Wimbledon 0 - 2 Millwall


    - Round 25: Millwall 3 - 0 Nottingham Forest


    - Round 26: Millwall 2 - 1 Middlesbrough


    - Round 27: Millwall 1 - 1 ckburn


    - Round 28: Southampton 1 - 4 Millwall


    - Round 29: Spurs 2 - 4 Millwall


    Milwall''s new generation of attackers began to take shape. Including their victory over Liverpool, they achieved 7 wins and a draw in theirst 8 league matches, averaging three goals per game, which shocked the English football scene.


    This momentum propelled Millwall to the top of the league table, pulling 4 points clear of Manchester United, 6 points above Arsenal, and 8 points ahead of Chelsea.


    Fielding all substitutes in the FA Cup, they advanced smoothly, maintaining hopes for trophies on all fronts.


    Millwall''s rapid ascension captured the attention of Europe, with scouts from top clubs frequently appearing in the stands to observe their yers up close.


    The magical Lions on the banks of the Thames drew the gaze of many European teams, and calls for Millwall to sweep through Europe in the Champions League echoed louder than ever.


    They appeared unstoppable, with no defense able to withstand their onught.


    The first leg of the Champions League Round of 16 took ce at Wembley, and Aldrich attended the pre-match press conference with a serious demeanor, despite the recent praise showered upon him over thest three months.


    He knew that Millwall hadn''t faced a true powerhouse yet, and Kyiv Dynamo might just be the test he needed.


    The atmosphere at the press conference was light, but when one reporter asked, "Will Kyiv Dynamo give Millwall any trouble?" it came off as disrespectful, suggesting they weren''t a serious concern.


    Aldrich frowned and said, "A team that has managed to outperform the champions of both Ligue 1 and the Premier League��will they pose a problem for Millwall? That question is quite foolish. The chances of Millwall advancing against Kyiv Dynamo are fifty-fifty. Their opportunities to reach the semifinals are equal to ours."


    The reporters in attendance shook their heads, believing Aldrich was being overly cautious.


    "Millwall has beaten Kyiv Dynamo twicest season. Your form has been impressive so far. If you believe Millwall and Kyiv Dynamo are on the same level, wouldn''t that undermine Millwall''s morale?"


    Aldrich retorted: "Football is not just aparison of strength or current form; you also have to consider climate, pitch conditions and adaptation - especially the psychological impact. If Millwall thought they could easily beat Dynamo Kyiv, as you say, then after 180 minutes our Champions League journey would be over."


    The press conference today concluded with tension between Aldrich and the journalists.


    It wasn''t just Fleet Street; media outlets across Europe following the match also believed Aldrich was being overly low-key.


    They argued that Millwall should adopt a more assertive stance, especially as the reigning champions, even without their best form.


    During dinner, Aldrich arrived at a Western restaurant in the city where Yvonne was already waiting for him. After he ordered and sat down, he seemed lost in thought.


    "What are you thinking about?" Yvonne asked, grinning as she rested her chin on her hand.


    Aldrich shook his head, "Oh, nothing."


    "Tell me, I want to share in your worries," she said with a teasing tone.


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow, "It''s just work, mainly team stuff."


    "Millwall''s been doing greattely. There''s a buzz saying we''re the most morous team in Ennd and the biggest threat to all the European heavyweights."


    Yvonne''s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Aldrich, who seemed enveloped in a mystical aura.


    Aldrich spread his napkin across hisp, saying, "It''s like school��you ace all the little quizzes, think you''re fine when the big testes, but if you don''t review, you might find the exam questionspletely alien, and suddenly you''re nking out."


    Yvonne''s expression shifted. "You''re worried about the team underestimating their opponents?"


    Aldrich nodded. "The right mindset is crucial, but it can''t just change with a few words from the coach."


    In three months without a strong opponent, the team''s soaring morale is great, but if it breeds blind confidence, that could be detrimental.


    As dinner came to a close, Yvonne suddenly said, "Chisholm has gone back to Liverpool. Aren''t you going to visit her?"


    Aldrich fell silent, his gaze unfocused and distant.


    The news of Mnie''s pregnancy had be public, and during an interview, she confessed that Aldrich was the father. Initially, their busy work lives kept them apart, but her return to Ennd and choice to stay in Liverpool raised suspicions.


    Just a few days ago, paparazzi had approached Aldrich on the street, asking if he had broken up with Mnie.


    The two were in a silent standoff, neither making a public deration of their separation.


    Both he and Mnie were waiting for the other to budge.


    Yet Aldrich''s patience was nearly spent.


    Aldrich liked to examine himself; after all, having lived for decades, he wasn''t one to shift the me to others when problems arose.


    He had changed. The old him might have yielded, feeling aplished and satisfied, even settling for being a perfect husband instead of pursuing the head coach position. The version of him from a past life would probably have hurried to find Mnie by now.


    But he couldn''t do that now��hepletely couldn''t.


    His sess and fame had instilled in him a special kind of pride.


    Men tend to have an aggressive nature, always wanting to take charge.


    He would not yield.


    If not for the child''s consideration, he would have already resolved to sever ties with Mnie.


    His emotions were very contradictory. Every night before sleep, he closed his eyes and envisioned his future children. Yet, the idea that they might not grow up in aplete family filled him with a vague sense of sorrow. Perhaps, as an orphan in a past life, he desperately wanted to give his children a happy and intact family.

 Chapter 386: The First Blow

    <h4>Chapter 386: The First Blow</h4>


    With the lights of Wembley radiating brightly overhead, the stadium was a sea of fans.


    It was a rare urrence: Millwall''s Champions League match attracted a full crowd at Wembley.


    Their opponents are Dynamo Kyiv of Ukraine, which is very strange because evenst season when Millwall yed against Barcelona in the group stage and then against Juventus and Monaco, the highest attendance was only 93%.


    In just the past three months, the number of Millwall fans has surged.


    Under Aldrich''s guidance, Millwall has begun to y with a magical ir. Theybine fluid teamwork with dazzling individual skills.


    Fans flocked to the match, eager to experience Ronaldinho''s footwork, Henry''s runs, Nedved''s powerful strikes, Larsson''s ghostly movements, and Pirlo''s exquisite passes. With all these captivating elementsing together in Millwall, it was no surprise the fans filled Wembley.


    CEO Adam stood proudly in the VIP box, hands sped behind his back. Today, he had invited many business partners from Millwall to join him for the game, using it as entertainment. However, everyone knew his true intention was to showcase Millwall''s poprity!


    He felt somewhat dissatisfied.


    He had pushed the contractors repeatedly for the new stadium project, but even with their attempts to speed up construction, it wouldn''t be ready by the summer of ''99. If Millwall couldn''t move into the new stadium before August ''99, they''d have to wait until the summer of 2000. It wouldn''t make sense to relocate mid-season, which would certainly impact the team''s performance. Aldrich would never agree to that.


    If they could move into the new stadium, attendance could exceed expectations from the previous two years, with over 40,000 season ticket reservations.


    In recent months, Adam has be a pivotal personality in English football, with numerous offers from elite clubs knocking at his door. However, he remains unppable, much like the mindsets of many Premier League CEOs, as he aspires to work for the FA one day. He is aware that his potential stardom relies on the outstanding achievements of Millwall. In this business, it all boils down to performance on the pitch. Just a few seasons ago, Bates''s Chelsea was a shadow of itself, nearly deserted, but now, with climbing results, they are slowly turning things around, even as their high debts cast a long shadow over any profits.


    When Aldrich appeared in his suit at the sidelines, the atmosphere in the stadium shot up several notches. The Lions fans needed no further words or actions to express their admiration and trust for the young coach. Reflecting on how many star yers had been sold just over six months ago, fans had reacted rather calmly; aside from some disappointed murmurings, their mood was strangelyposed. In any other team, even a top club, selling so many stars would have caused an uproar, yet the Lions fans seemed undeterred.


    Over a yearter, Aldrich faced Lobanovskyi once more. He extended a handshake, exchanging a few pleasantries. Up close, he could see that Lobanovskyi appeared slightly worse for wearpared tost year, perhaps in poor health.


    As the Champions League theme yed, both teams lined up on the pitch.


    "The first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals is about to kick off at Wembley, withst season''s champions Millwall facing Ukraine''s Dynamo Kyiv. Both teams should be familiar with one another, having met in the group stagest season. For Dynamo Kyiv, those memories are far from pleasant, as they suffered two defeats, both home and away, to Millwall. Today''s starting lineup for Dynamo remains unchanged fromst season, while Millwall has seen significant changes, having lost half of their key yers from the previous season. This could be a crucial factor in the match. How will Dynamo Kyiv manage to contain Millwall''s versatile attacking force? This is likely a question on the minds of neutral spectators as well, as Millwall''s recent form has been exceptional, leading many to wonder: how can their attack be stopped?"


    Aldridge stood on the sidelines, head held high, expression calm, hands behind his back.


    In Lobanovskyi''s second year back at Dynamo Kyiv, the team had matured and honed their strength to the maximum.


    Their roster remained unchanged, and with the capabilities of their yers, dominating the Ukrainian league was no challenge. Their sess in Europe wasn''t just due to yer abilities but also the benefits of ying at home.


    Even major clubs struggle when visiting Eastern Europe;bined with weather and pitch conditions, along with adjusting to time zones, their performance can markedly decline. Dynamo Kyiv garnered 11 points in the group stage with a record of 3 wins, 2 draws, and 1 loss, relying heavily on home advantage while securing draws away.


    Today, Millwall weed Dynamo Kyiv at Wembley. If they couldn''t secure a win in the first 90 minutes, they could be in dangerous territory for the second leg.


    Kyiv set up in a 4-5-1 formation, reinforcing their midfield.


    Goalkeeper: Shovkovskiy.


    Defenders: Luzhnyi, Hrovka, Vashchuk, Kdze.


    Midfielders: Haskovych, Belkovich, Husin, Kardash, Kosovskiy.


    Forward: Rebrov.


    Without their star striker Shevchenko, Dynamo''s offensive sharpness would undoubtedly diminish, which was a relief for Millwall. At least, they wouldn''t feel too much pressure when defending against counterattacks.


    Henry and Larsson stood at the center circle ready to kick off. The poised Millwall attacking unit noticed their opponents adopting a clearly defensive stance, igniting theirpetitive spirit.


    Leading in the Premier League, having reached the top 16 of the FA Cup, and now facing the Champions League Round of 16, external expectations for Millwall to achieve new glory this season were soaring. As March approached, they were well into a sprint for the championship!


    The match began, and Millwallunched an attack!


    Henry passed the ball to Larsson, who sent it to Ronaldinho. Ronaldinho charged forward, drawing a double-team from the Dynamo midfield. He flicked the ball back with his heel to Nedved. The Czech midfielder took no touch, sending a through ball forward as Larsson and Henry executed a brilliant one-two, breaking through the opponent''s midfield defense with their first attack after the kickoff.


    Larsson feinted a pass before bursting into the box, unleashing a powerful shot from an angled position!


    "Larsson shoots! Shovkovskiy makes a fantastic save, getting up and yelling at his teammates to wake up. Millwall, with just four touches, has already taken a shot within the opening moments, indicating that Kyiv didn''t end up finding their rhythm immediately after the kickoff."


    Dynamo Kyiv indeed struggled to get into the match after the start. Used to ying in Eastern Europe, they needed time to adapt upon arriving in Ennd.


    Millwall dominated the y, fully asserting their control on the game. After three months of offensive cohesion since the New Year, their attacking strategy had reached maturity, with room for further refinement.


    Aldrich had instructed the team toe out strong and prevent the opponents from settling in, a tactical deployment that paid off as Millwall relentlessly pressed their attack.


    Both full-backs, Zambrotta and Schneider, pushed past the halfway line, supporting from the nks to engage in second-phase attacks.


    In the sixth minute, Schneider delivered a direct pass to Nedved. The Czech midfielder maneuvered with a turn, using his body to skip past Husin. He followed up with a precise shot!


    "Nedved shoots from distance! Unfortunately, Hrovka blocked it with his body, and the ball bounced out of the box. Ronaldinho paused, then took a long-range shot! Kdze again blocked the attempt with his body."


    The consecutive long-range attempts unsettled Dynamo Kyiv''s defense, causing their positioning to falter. As the ball dropped into the midfield, Pirlo received it about thirty yards from the goal, appearing ready for a long-range effort.


    However, as he poised to shoot, Kardash leaped in to block, but Pirlo cleverly sidestepped him, delivering an unexpected through ball to an unmarked Larsson on the right side of the box.


    Larsson took a step forward before sweeping the ball across the goal, where Henry stretched his leg to redirect it into Dynamo''s.


    "Just seven minutes in, Millwall has scored! While the assist came from Larsson, credit must be given to Pirlo, who calmly passed after evading Kardash, finding Larsson in space. Despite having numerous defenders, Kyiv''s chaotic positioning after several shots allowed Larsson to find space��an ability that''s second to none. Thankfully, Millwall had Pirlo; his vision and passing uracy are simply remarkable."


    After scoring, Henry pointed to Larsson, who waved to Pirlo. The other Millwall yers rushed over, embracing one another as they acknowledged the fans in the stands.


    The Lions fans felt euphoric, witnessing their team express beautiful and passionate football. With Ronaldinho infusing joy into the squad this season, fans remained unwavering in their support, not even ncing at the other big clubs, firmly believing Millwall''s matches were the most thrilling and captivating.


    Aldrich reacted to the goal with calmness, offering a simple apuse.


    But internally, he was filled with anticipation.


    The timing of this goal was crucial; within just ten minutes, Dynamo Kyiv was already trailing. In a two-leg knockout stage, every goal is as precious as gold.


    What would Lobanovskyi do next?


    Would they continue to defend?


    If Dynamo Kyiv advanced even slightly into attack mode, pressing their formation forward, Millwall''s offensive threat would increase significantly.


    Lobanovskyi remainedposed, sitting on the bench without showing any signs of agitation.


    He thought the draw lots bad. It was a tough test against Millwall, who beat them twicest season and are now the defending champions. Millwall''s recent performance has caused a sensation throughout Europe, and Lobanovskyi hoped that Dynamo would be able to host them. In this way, Millwall''s ability might be somewhat limited and Dynamo would have a greater chance. If they could score at home, the feeling of the second leg would bepletely different. Unfortunately, the result was the opposite - Dynamo was the away team first, and they could not hold their defense.


    What next?


    Lobanovski had indeed considered this and had reminded the team.


    Thus, Aldrich was disappointed.


    He saw no sign of change in Dynamo Kyiv, even after conceding; they continued to sit back and fortify their defense.


    After the goal, Dynamo Kyiv quickly found their rhythm, starting to systematically put pressure on Millwall''s attack.

 Chapter 387: The Art of Deception

    <h4>Chapter 387: The Art of Deception</h4>


    Having appeared in the Champions League group stagest season and now advancing through the knockout rounds, many yers from Dynamo Kyiv were being eyed by elite clubs. Among them, Kdze had garnered interest from AC Mn, while forward Rebrov held invitations from mid-table teams in mainstream leagues.


    These yers knew that this season''s Champions League was their best shot to achieve noteworthy sess with Dynamo Kyiv. They recognized that next season, the strength of their squad would inevitably decline.


    They were united in wanting to secure a respectable score at Wembley before returning to Kyiv to leverage their home advantage for a hopeful win.


    If ced in an equal setting, Dynamo Kyiv''s capabilities would likely not be enough to im qualification over teams like Lens or Arsenal. However, with the clear advantage of ying at home, they showcased incredible tactical strengths.


    Aldrich didn''t underestimate Dynamo Kyiv. Historically, they had eliminated the reigning champions, Real Madrid, in this very year during the quarter-finals. They had drawn 1-1 away and returned home to win 2-0 decisively.


    Aldrich hoped Dynamo Kyiv would mount a counterattack when behind, but their tactical discipline was admirable and daunting.


    Even when trailing by a goal, Dynamo Kyiv continued to y defensively, intercepting aggressively in midfield. Their counterattacks relied on quickbinations of two or three yers, adapting based on the situation; if they couldn''t break through, they would retreat to reorganize their defense.


    As Kyiv adapted to the away game and found their rhythm, Millwall''s attacking unit struggled to execute seamlessbinations.


    After scoring, Millwall''s attack believed they were facing a soft opponent. With high spirits, they were eager to score again. Yet when Pirlo received the ball in midfield, he suddenly furrowed his brow.


    In their attacking group of five, Aldrich had emphasized in training a key principle: no matter who had the ball, at least two yers should run into open spaces in different directions to provide passing options.


    But Pirlo noticed that both Nedved and Larsson were shadowed closely by defenders. Ronaldinho was too far back, and Henry wanted to wait for the next pass before moving. As a result, Pirlo had no choice but to pass the ball backward to Schneider, who was advancing over the halfway line.


    Facing pressure from the opposition, Schneider found no passingnes. After ackluster give-and-go with Pirlo, he ended up passing the ball back to Pirlo.


    Seeing this from the sidelines, Aldrich gestured for Ronaldinho and Henry to drop deeper, ensuring the ball would at least be moved forward. They needed to create space to disrupt the opponent''s defensive setup.


    If they lost possession, it should be in the attacking half.


    Midfield was the most dangerous area to concede; if the opposition stole the ball there, it could lead to devastating counterattacks.


    "Dynamo Kyiv''s defense has been faultless ofte, and Millwall is struggling to coordinate effectively up front. They should consider pushing their full-backs forward to increase their attacking options, pulling Kyiv''s defense apart. Even when counterattacking, Kyiv can only push forward two or three yers at most," Aldrich noted to himself.


    The first half ended without Millwall creating further chances, leaving the score at 1-0 as the teams headed into the locker room.


    During the halftime break, Aldrich made subtle tactical adjustments in response to Kyiv''s defensive strategy.


    When the second half began, Millwall''s attack was ready to charge in!


    "Millwall''s front line looked empty, which was strange. Henry, Ronaldinho and Larsson were all retreating. You see, their positions were almost the same as Nedved''s. It seemed that Millwall had designed a formation simr to four attacking midfielders."


    "When they reached the area in front of Dynamo Kyiv''s penalty area, the crowd was crowded. However, Millwall''s advantage is that they can control the ball here - after all, the more yers, the easier it is to control the ball."


    Hrovka spoke with Kdze and then consulted the head coach.


    "The defense line faced no pressure but was hesitant to push up too far, fearing that their opponents might exploit their speed and get behind them.


    Yet, watching the midfield line struggle to gain an advantage, they couldn''t help but feel anxious.


    Lobanovskyi ryed instructions to his yers through his assistant.


    ''Hold the defensive line steady��don''t push forward!''


    15 minutes into the second half, Aldrich noticed that Dynamo Kyiv''s defense remained stationary and did not try to advance!


    He couldn''t help but smirk.


    The forward line retreating collectively was indeed a cunning tactic. If the opposition''s defense advanced or if a yer got eager and pressed up, there would inevitably be gaps for Henry, Larsson, Ronaldinho, and Nedved, all of whom could outpace any defender given the space to sprint.


    Since the other team is on guard, let''s pull out the next y.


    No prompting was necessary from Aldrich; they had already gone over it during halftime.


    It''s time to go solo!


    "Here we go, Ronaldinho is making his old mistake again! He had a clear pass to Nedved but chose to try and dribble through instead. Oh, the ball was intercepted! Wait a sec��the referee has called a foul! Haskovicmitted a foul while defending, but was discovered by the referee!"


    The foul was in a tricky position �� 37 yards from the goal, not great for shooting but fine for crossing.


    All of Kyiv''s yers participated in the defense, while Millwall''s defenders moved up topete for headers.


    Ronaldinho, Pirlo, and Schneider stood over the ball, exchanging nces as if engaged in a silent showdown.


    The team had a rule: long-distance free kicks were assigned to Schneider, while Pirlo took shots closer in; Ronaldinho ranked second in both.


    However, with Pirlo missing the first half of the season, Ronaldinho''s direct free-kick strikes had proven effective, contributing to both goals and assists.


    The three yers exchanged looks, and Schneider, being the most senior among them, broke the silence.


    "Let''s decide with rock-paper-scissors."


    Pirlo and Ronaldinho raised their brows in agreement.


    Rock-paper-scissors. Ronaldinho was eliminated.


    Rock-paper-scissors. Schneider won.


    "Haha! Millwall has several yers skilled at set pieces, and the trio is deciding the kicker with a game. It seems Ronaldinho is the first out, looking dejected as he steps back, while Schneider has emerged victorious alongside Pirlo."


    The Dynamo Kyiv yers can''t help but feel irked as they watch their opponents so rxed and yful. Anger starts to build, but they remind themselves to remain focused; after all, it''s an away game, and they need to buckle down defensively. They''ll make them pay for thister back in Kyiv!"


    Before taking the free kick, Schneider smiled at Pirlo, "I''ll screen for you."


    Pirlo casually winked in response.


    Schneider took a run-up, and everyone presumed the winner of rock-paper-scissors would take the free kick. And yes, he seemed poised to deliver a cross!


    But instead, Schneider darted past the ball, and as soon as he did, Pirlo stepped up and rolled it to Ronaldinho.


    Receiving the ball unmarked in the middle, Ronaldinho sidestepped the wall and aimed for the goal with a powerful shot.


    "What a clever free-kick from Millwall! Ronaldinho lets loose from long range! The ball zips along the grass, heading straight for that bottom corner! But wait! Materazzi couldn''t dodge it, the ball deflects off his leg. It''s in! It''s in! Millwall... hold on! The assistant referee raises the g��Materazzi is offside! The goal is ruled out!"


    Wembley, which had roared moments ago, now fell hushed. The fans had relished that creative free-kick��Millwall had made even a set y thrilling!


    Ronaldinho, hands on his hips, gave a rueful smile as he watched Materazzi sprint back.


    Materazzi was also feeling depressed as Schneider''s feint also fooled him.


    He dashed forward, ready for a header, prompting the Dynamo Kyiv defense to track him. But after Pirlo passed to Ronaldinho, the Kyiv defenders surged forward to smother the angles for the shot. Materazzigged behind for just a moment, startled when Ronaldinho''s shot rocketed toward him like a meteor. He jumped but couldn''t quite get out of the way, and the ball hit his leg, ricocheting into the far corner of the.


    Regardless of whether he got out of the way, that goal would have been ruled out��rules are rules.


    "Next time you lie to others, don''t lie to your teammates too!"


    Materazzi shouted at Ronaldinho as he returned, thetter chuckled softly as he shook off theughter and prepared to mark his man.


    In the minutes that followed, Millwall consistently created threats through their front line''s superb ball control, forcing Dynamo Kyiv into fouls. This allowed Millwall to generate more set-piece opportunities.


    Pirlo attempted two shots; the first whizzed past the goal mouth, and the second hit the crossbar and was cleared by Dynamo Kyiv. He rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit unlucky today.


    As the 84th minute approached, Millwall earned another free-kick opportunity. Henry drifted to the left nk to swap positions with Ronaldinho, attempting to charge the ball down the line before being harshly brought down by Luzhny, which was a clear obstructive foul. The referee decisively whistled for the foul.


    Pirlo, Schneider, and Ronaldinho stood again near the ball.


    "Odd. Passing to Schneider seems better; his inswingers are suitable for Millwall''s head specialists, making it difficult for the goalkeeper. Pirlo and Ronaldinho should let Schneider take this one," pondered one of thementators.


    The three yers went back to their game of rock-paper-scissors, and Schneider had good luck again, winning the draw.


    Yet they all remained at the ball, and Schneider turned to Ronaldinho, asking, "Hey, you seem to be feeling the goal today."


    Ronaldinho nodded, thinking back to his previous shot that might have gone in if Materazzi hadn''t been in the way.


    "Then you go."


    "Are you here to perform tactical deception?"


    "Forget it, just shoot; they probably think it''s fake."


    Ronaldinho thought about it, and he just might be right; they''d had screens on previous set pieces, but changing it suddenly could catch them off guard.


    This free-kick was from a 45-degree angle on the left side, and after the referee signaled, Ronaldinho aimed for the far post and unleashed a curving shot.


    "When the ball soared off, the Dynamo Kyiv yers clearly looked taken aback.


    Wait, how did he get to shoot?


    Aren''t you supposed to have lost in rock-paper-scissors?


    Do you really know the rules?


    Is it your house rule that the first loser gets to take a shot?"


    The ball arched gracefully through the air, with goalkeeper Shovkovskiypletely unprepared for the direct curler to the back post. He scrambled to reach it but came up empty.


    Fans in Wembley stood up, ready to apud this stunning effort.


    But then!


    The ball hit the post and bounced back!


    As Dynamo Kyiv breathed a sigh of relief, the rebounding ball found someone who leaped up high to head it, consciously controlling the angle.


    "It''s a goal! Millwall leads 2-0 against Dynamo Kyiv! Nedved''s headed follow-up salvages Ronaldinho''s free-kick! They score again! To be honest, Ronaldinho''s initial shot being saved was somewhat disappointing; if that had gone in, it would have been such a beautiful goal. Nevertheless, Nedved has eased the Lions fans'' disappointment. Now they can rx; with a two-goal lead, advancing to the Champions League semifinals is within reach!"

 Chapter 388: Van Nistelrooy’s troubles

    <h4>Chapter 388: Van Nistelrooy''s troubles</h4>


    After Nedved scored, he was picked up by Ferdinand nearby, raising a fist in triumph. Having tasted the vor of victory, he felt an adrenaline rush akin to an addiction �� a relentless pursuit of triumph and glory, always wanting more!


    On the other hand, Dynamo Kyiv''s yers appeared despondent.


    The disparity in strength was evident.


    The opposition''s offense relied on five yers, while behind them, Mak��l��l��, Zambrotta, and Schneider merely provided support without pushing up. Their counterattacks failed to gain traction, and Rebrov had been rendered ineffective throughout.


    Their one-on-one marking was insufficient; they needed teammates to assist. However, when the opposition broke through unexpectedly, desperate foul attempts ensued, resulting in multiple set pieces, and it was somewhat fortunate that they only conceded once.


    Now down by two goals, what were they to do?


    Lobanovskyi''s instructions remained unchanged: stay solid and counterattack.


    Although only five to six minutes remained in the game, Lobanovskyi knew that if they pushed for offense, they might concede another goal within minutes.


    Yet, conceding that second goal had severely demoralized the team. The circumstances had shifted entirely; upon returning home, they would need to score at least two goals to hope for advancement. If the opposition scored again, they would need four!


    Aldrich rxed on the sidelines, two goals ahead.


    One of the advantages of this tactic was that it didn''t require constant in-game adjustments.


    The team maintained a bnced offensive and defensive strategy. With formidable attacking prowess, if their defense faced a fierce assault, Millwall could retaliate effectively.


    So, he saw no need for changes. With a steadfast approach, Aldrich weed any attacking moves from Kyiv. Even if the opponents adopted a bnced posture, Millwall would still hold a greater offensive advantage due to their stronger individual capabilities.


    Remarkably, Dynamo Kyiv remainedposed, still focusing on counterattacks despite trailing by two goals. In the final minutes, Millwall had not generated any significant chances, and the score remained unchanged.


    "The match has concluded. In the first leg of the UEFA Champions League Round of 16, defending champions Millwall defeated Dynamo Kyiv 2-0 at Wembley, securing a critical advantage for progressing. With Millwall''s current form, their chances of reaching the semifinals seem high. The English media have dubbed them the ''second-generation Lions'' under Aldrich''s guidance. How far they go in this Champions League season remains to be seen."


    Aldrich and Lobanovskyi shook hands. They didn''t engage in further conversation before parting ways.


    At the post-match press conference, Lobanovskyi faced criticism from many European media for his overly cautious tactics.


    To most observers, Dynamo Kyiv''s defeat was expected, but the manner of their loss felt particrlyckluster.


    Having reached this age, Lobanovskyi had be quite unppable.


    He calmly asserted that there was a clear gap in strength between the two teams, but expressed confidence that upon returning to Kyiv, his team would score at least two goals.


    When Aldrich attended the press conference, he was asked about Lobanovskyi''s excuses for failure. He straightforwardly replied, "There is indeed a difference in yer quality; Millwall is stronger on paper. We should have won, and in truth, Dynamo Kyiv posed significant difficulties for us. If not for thete set pieces extending our lead, we might not have left with an advantage heading to Kyiv."


    The reporters were left frustrated.


    Why was this young manager so humble?


    It was hard to imagine how he would react if he lost.


    Aldrich felt a bit awkward in his position.


    He held a strong hand; winning decisively would seem unearned, while losing would mean being outssed.


    Thus, there was no point in gloating over victories. The reality was that his yers possessed superior abilities, and individual talent had be the decisive factor in the match.


    "In the second leg away against Dynamo Kyiv, leading by two goals, what tactics will you adopt? A single away goal would essentially kill off the tie."


    "I don''t believe Millwall can easily score at Dynamo Kyiv''s ground. It''s still March, and the temperature at night in Kyiv can drop to zero. ying away under adverse weather and pitch conditions will seriously affect our performance. I''ll observe the team''s condition to select the most suitable tactics for the match."


    ...


    The following afternoon, the yers returned to the training ground for recovery training, which was light. Aldrich joined them to review and analyze the match.


    yers often had an aversion toward coaches who nitpicked after a win; emotionally, they felt they should not be criticized after a positive result. However, Aldrich needed to bring them back to reality.


    "Dynamo Kyiv''spact defense limited our performance. We are stronger in one-on-one situations, forcing them to defend with additional yers. But imagine facing a top-tier defensive team; would you still create as many chances without your overwhelming individual advantages? Would you dominate the match?"


    Aldrich''s words made the yers exchange nces. He asked Mak��l��l�� and Gattuso to demonstrate defending against Henry.


    In one-on-one scenarios, Mak��l��l�� guarded Henry while Gattuso positioned himself in the area. When Henry failed to win the duel, Gattuso was ready to initiate a counterattack.


    "Having more defenders in the area doesn''t weaken the attack; on the contrary, it makes yers'' forward movements unpredictable and harder to mark. We need to improve our teamwork in tight spaces, enhance our runs, and be flexible in our roles during matches. Otherwise, if we face a top-ss defense �� especially one known for outstanding one-on-one skills �� we not only risk being stifled offensively but also increase pressure on our defense during counterattacks."


    The yers nodded seriously, particrly the attacking quintet. While it was one approach to generate set-piece opportunities through individual skills, they longed for fluid, cohesive positional attacks. Once executed well, scoring from such teamwork delivered an unparalleled sense of achievement.


    Having experienced the intensity of the Champions League midweek, Aldrich opted for a reserve lineup for the weekend match.


    At the Lion''s Den, Millwall''s substitutes triumphed 4-0 against Newcastle United.


    When Van Nistelrooy notched his fourth goal in the dying minutes, the crowd erupted, with thementator excitedly advocating for his performance.


    "Van Nistelrooy! What a sensational moment, that''s four goals for him today��a phenomenal quadruple! Is he sending a message to Hall? After Henry''s return from injury shoved him to the bench, he must be thinking, ''Why not me?'' He can score, and boy, does he know how to score! This is simply unbelievable. He''s notched up 16 goals in the league, leading the charts! Behind him, you''ve got Hasselbaink, Owen, and Yorke, all trailing by at least two! And yet, He can''t even get into the starting lineup at Millwall? Hall, is this the sweet burden of your sess?"


    Aldrich felt a headacheing on.


    It wasn''t that Van Nistelrooy wasn''t good enough or that he couldn''t score.


    But the head coach had to manage a team, not a single yer. It wasn''t just about how well one yer performed in one position.


    Externally, people only saw Van Nistelrooy''s high goal tally. Internally, however, the stats indicated that the attacking quartet of Van Nistelrooy, Ronaldinho, Nedved, and another winger had been inconsistent in the first half of the season. In contrast, the new attacking group, minus Pirlo, had been fully activated, even if their individual goal counts didn''t match Van Nistelrooy''s. Together, they averaged three goals per game, a substantial improvement over the first half''s 1.8.


    Aldrich needs a yer whose one plus one is greater than two, and if he wants to use Van Nistelrooy, he will need others to support him.


    Even Klose had to sacrifice his personal game, dedicating himself to providing cover and setting up opportunities for Van Nistelrooy.


    Just then, Manchester United enquired about Van Nistelrooy''s transfer possibility.


    Ferguson had admired Van Nistelrooy for a long time, but by the start of the season, he had almost given up hope. He shared the prevailing sentiments that Van Nistelrooy was on the rise!


    However, unexpectedly, the situation shifted before the end of the season.


    Aldrich favored using Henry instead of Van Nistelrooy, which Ferguson understood. He believed that Henry as a central striker made Millwall''s offense richer and more dynamic, a question of Millwall''s tactical framework.


    Conversely, Ferguson felt Van Nistelrooy would fit perfectly into Manchester United''s system.


    Van Nistelrooy needed support and coverage; United''s dual-wing attack with Scholes behind them meant they required a striker with an exceptional scoring ability.


    Upon hearing of Manchester United''s interest in him, Van Nistelrooy was indeed intrigued.


    It seemed like the Dutchman, who once toiled alongside Tony in the youth squad, was about to follow in Tony''s footsteps.


    He felt a deep sadness, but couldn''t summon any anger.


    Millwall''s new attacking lineup was simply exceptional; not only did they y beautifully, but they also scored plenty.


    In the first half of the season, when he yed alongside Ronaldinho and Nedved, they never achieved this kind of effect.


    He understood his ying style; his talent shaped his development, and he could never transform into a yer like Henry.


    United''s established dual-wing strategy with Beckham on the right, Giggs on the left, and Scholes orchestrating in the middle allowed them to excel, perfectly suiting Van Nistelrooy''s style.


    To secure Van Nistelrooy, who was nearing 23, Ferguson even traveled to London for a face-to-face conversation with Aldrich.


    Thendscape had shifted; once upon a time, Manchester United only needed to express an intent, and negotiating for yers from Millwall was nearly a sure thing. yers like Solskj?r and Stam were prime examples of this sess.


    However, now, whether Millwall sold yers depended on Aldrich''s willingness. If he firmly decided to keep a yer, Manchester United might offer substantial sums but still struggle to entice them, not out of stubbornness, but due to amitment to team construction.


    If Manchester United wanted Millwall''s yers, the club would first consider how essential that yer was to the team''s structure.


    From this perspective, Van Nistelrooy was not currently an irreceable figure.


    At the very least, in Aldrich''s attacking lineup, Henry, Ronaldinho, and Larsson would not be transferred in the summer of ''99. Ronaldinho and Larsson were loyal, while Henry had just joined; after three months of recovery, it wouldn''t make sense to let him go after just four or five months ofpetition.


    Aldrich and Ferguson held an open and honest discussion.


    He rified that Van Nistelrooy was not a non-salemodity but the team would need him as a substitute.


    If Manchester United could guarantee Van Nistelrooy a starting position, he''d likely be tempted to leave. Aldrich also wanted to avoid a scenario where Van Nistelrooy caused friction within the team, thus everything depended on Manchester United''s stance.


    Yet Ferguson faced a dilemma; with his frontline featuring the impressive duo Yorke and Cole, he couldn''t simply bring in Van Nistelrooy to rece one. He envisioned nurturing a yer like Van Nistelrooy for a season or two before his eventual promotion to a key role, especially since Van Nistelrooy was young.


    Upon learning that Manchester United couldn''t guarantee him a starting position, Van Nistelrooy set aside his thoughts of a transfer for the time being.


    Be a substitute at Manchester United?


    He might as well stay at Millwall and be a substitute there; at least his market value wouldn''t take a hit.

 Chapter 389: Wenger’s Frustration

    <h4>Chapter 389: Wenger''s Frustration</h4>


    In the same round of fixtures where Millwall triumphed 4-0 over Newcastle United, Manchester United secured a win at home against Everton, Arsenal edged past Coventry at home, and Chelsea convincingly defeated Aston Vi away. With just eight rounds left in the league, the title race among these four clubs had widened, creating an exhrating atmosphere in the Premier League from the start of the season through to its climax. Millwall now held a distinct advantage.


    As Millwall fought on three fronts, their aspirations for trophies were at an all-time high, positioning them as the focal point of English football.


    The FA Cup quarter-finals kicked off, with Millwall set to travel to Highbury to face Arsenal.


    In the pre-match press conference, Aldrich openly revealed the squad list and starting lineup.


    He opted to field a full second-string team, even against a formidable opponent like Arsenal.


    David Miller, perplexed, directly asked Aldrich, "What is Millwall worried about? You have a two-goal advantage in the uing second leg of the Champions League and are four points clear in the league. Winning this FA Cup match would secure a semi-final spot, and you have opportunities to win trophies on all fronts. Why not field a full-strength squad? Even half-strength would suffice."


    Aldrich, who had a friendly rapport with Miller, candidly replied, "I value the long-term development of the team and want to give our young yers a chance to gain experience in crucial matches. You might argue that these reserves have yed plenty of matches, but the intensity and significance of this stage differ. Facing a strong opponent like Arsenal serves as a test for them, and I choose to trust their capabilities."


    "What if you lose?" Miller pressed further.


    "Losses happen; I can ept any oue, but the process of the game matters most. In football, thew states that the strong win, not necessarily the one who is simply stronger. Tomorrow, we may be considered the underdogs. That''s fine. What I care about is the yers'' performances; if they shine, we have a chance to win."


    The next day, Millwall set off for Highbury.


    The 30,000-seat stadium was packed to capacity, with even the newly appointed FA Chairman present to witness this high-profile FA Cup sh.


    Following the resignation of Wisemanst year, the FA Chairman position had remained vacant. Thompson, previously acting chairman from the lower leagues, had sessfully transitioned to the official role after six months.


    Thompson, hailing from the lower leagues, naturally had the backing of thatmunity, while the Premier League factions within the FA opposed his election. However, on the day of the formal vote, some dissenters within the FA surprisingly switched sides, contributing to Thompson''s resounding victory.


    On the same day of Thompson''s election, Andrew invited Aldrich out for a meal and nonchntly brought up the subject, hinting subtly at his fruitful activities within the FA.


    Aldrich, however, was not particrly concerned with such matters, especially who the FA Chairman was. Before the inception of the Premier League, this position had been almost an iron-d job, with chairpersons typically serving longer than a decade. But since the Premier League''s establishment, turnover rates had skyrocketed, spurred by conflicts between Premier and lower league interests. Thus, the role had transformed from merely prestigious to a political hot potato, with the upant often feeling the pressure.


    No matter who one pleased, it seemed no chairperson maintained a long tenure; therefore, Aldrich saw little value in wasting time on that front.


    When Wenger appeared at Highbury, he wore a serious expression. Arsenal trailed Millwall and Manchester United in league standings, and with only the FA Cup left to pursue, he ced immense importance on today''s match.


    In contrast, Aldrich seemed rxed as he settled on the bench, jovially engaging with Klinsmann and Jansen.


    "The FA Cup quarter-final match sees Arsenal host Millwall. Both teams have entered the field, with Arsenal fielding their full-strength squad, while Millwall has opted for an entirely second-string lineup, making it appear Arsenal has the upper hand."


    Indeed, Millwall did field an entirely substitute lineup.


    **Goalkeeper:** Keller


    **Defenders:** Ferreira, Mills, Neil, Cole


    **Midfielders:** Van der Meyde, Lampard, Gattuso, Gronkjaer


    **Forwards:** Klose, Van Nistelrooy


    A 4-4-2 formation against Arsenal''s 4-4-2 setup.


    The tactical approaches of both sides were virtually identical, but Arsenal appeared stronger on paper.


    Once the matchmenced, Millwall retreated defensively,pressing their defensive space. When Arsenal advanced into dangerous territory, Millwall deployed coordinated pressing, and upon regaining possession, initiated rapid attacks down the nks. This bore a resemnce to Arsenal''s own tactics.


    Wenger was feeling frustrated; Arsenal had the home advantage, and with the opponent fielding a substitute squad, his team needed to assert dominance from the start.


    However, in their buildup y, the team''s creativity was severelycking. Instead of breaking through, they found themselves vulnerable to counterattacks from Millwall, which raised rm bells across the backline.


    In the 17th minute, Bergkamp''s shot was brilliantly saved by Keller. Keller quickly initiated a counter by throwing the ball to Ferreira, who delivered a forward pass to Van der Meyde. Surrounded by Pires, the Dutchman skillfully turned away from the pressure, utilizing his speed to create space and lifting a perfectly timed 45-degree cross into the box.


    Klose surged in from the back post, looping around to head the ball unexpectedly past Seaman, who was caught off guard at close range.


    "Millwall strikes first on the road! Klose''s header has found the, and Van der Meyde''s assist was simply exquisite. Millwall is proving fearsome; their reserve lineup is as effective as their starters."


    The 4-4-2 formation honed over the season had matured considerably, especially showcasing the potency of their nks.


    Aldrich felt a sense of satisfaction; after half a season of hard work, he could see his squad growing stronger. Young yers were visibly improving, and he experienced unique pride, especially given how many key yers had departedst summer.


    As Arsenal initiated the game from the center circle, a look of disappointment passed among the yers. Going up against Millwall''s backup squad, noting away with a win would surely be a humiliation.


    Anelka nudged the ball to Bergkamp, who then sent it back to Vieira. With Klose and Van Nistelrooy lunging forward to apply pressure, Vieira executed a sharp pass to Bergkamp.


    However, Bergkamp was already advancing. He was surprised that Vieira would return the ball to him so quickly; typically, the ball would have gone out to the wings.


    Van der Meyde and Gronkjaer were initially matched up with Pires and Overmars respectively, forcing Vieira to either drop back or move forward. He chose thetter, but his pass was intercepted by Lampard.


    After the interception, Van der Meyde made a run to draw defenders away, which Lampard recognized, pushing the ball towards him.


    After receiving the ball, Van der Meyde yed a sharp through pass.


    Klose was in line to receive it, but suddenly he let the ball slip under his foot, throwing off the Arsenal defenders. The ball sailed past the entire backline, allowing Ruud van Nistelrooy to break the offside trap and go one-on-one with the keeper.


    Seaman didn''t rush out, and Van Nistelrooy calmly slotted it into the bottom right corner.


    Adams was incensed, shouting angrily at Vieira!


    The midfield was caught out and immediately punished on the break. The defenders were left scrambling by a direct pass, and with Klose''s moment of brilliance to let it go, everyone was fooled. this goal was totally self-inflicted by Arsenal!


    "Within just a minute, Millwall leads 2-0! They scored twice in quick session. The second goal came from a misyed pass by Vieira, and once again, Van der Meyde assisted. Klose''s clever positioning created space that Van Nistelrooy capitalized upon, demonstrating excellentposure under pressure. Has Arsenal effectively abandoned the FA Cup?"


    As Millwall''s yers celebrated, the Arsenal squad wore expressions of disappointment, and Wenger was filled with palpable anger.


    Odri? had pushed him into a corner today.


    Had Millwall fielded a full-strength squad, Arsenal could have adopted their favored defensive counter-attacking style. But with Millwall''s substitutes on the pitch, could Arsenal still afford to sit back?


    This approach only hindered Arsenal''s ability to capitalize on their advantages and allowed Millwall to control the pace of the match, relying heavily on individual efforts.


    Wenger walked to the sidelines and instructed Overmars and Pires to concentrate on breaking through the opponent''s two full-backs.


    Paul Ferreira and Ashley Cole were still wet behind the ears; this was a chance to exploit the weaknesses of these easy targets!


    Wenger''s adjustments immediately shifted the momentum, enhancing Arsenal''s chances in the positional battle.


    On the right side, Overmars faced Ashley Cole and made two quick fakes��one 90-degree turn, the other 180. Cole matched his moves, but by the time hepleted the second turn, he was too dazed to spot Overmars or the ball. When he finally regained his focus, Overmars had already left him behind.


    Overmars drew the attention of defenders before sending a pass to Petit outside the penalty area, who sted a shot, pulling one back for Arsenal.


    "Petit scores with a thunderous long-range effort, regaining a goal for Arsenal in the 40th minute. This goal came from a defensive slip by Ashley Cole, who struggled to contain Overmars. Given his age, one might argue that responsibility should lie with Hall."


    Indeed, the onus for team deficiencies ultimately fell upon the head coach.


    Even while conceding, Aldrich remained motionless on the bench, a faint smirk ying on his lips.


    After conceding, Cole spat on the ground, furtively ncing towards the bench, anxious about Aldrich''s reaction.


    The Dutch winger''s agile footwork and speed left Cole feeling inadequate. The defender was still developing his skills, and being outmaneuvered by Overmars was simply part of his growth process.


    Aldrich had anticipated the challenges facing Ferreira and Cole when he selected them to y, recognizing that this experience was integral to their development.


    For defenders, experiencing hardship early on is perfectly normal, provided they can approach setbacks with equilibrium; this can elerate their growth.


    With Arsenal assuming control, they were unrelenting in their pursuit to exploit Cole''s vulnerabilities, forcing Gronkjaer to track back and help defend against Overmars as well.


    However, Arsenal''s tactics evolved fluidly; when Overmars'' influence waned, they quickly redirected their attacks to the left nk. Pires, facing Ferreira, did not enjoy the same overwhelming advantage but executed a smooth cut-in, finding space to strike a spectacr shot from the edge of the penalty area.


    "Pires finds the equalizer for Arsenal in the 40th minute! It seems they''ve regained their form. Pires'' ability to score from such distance caught everyone off-guard!"

 Chapter 390: Youth storm sweeps Highbury

    <h4>Chapter 390: Youth storm sweeps Highbury</h4>


    As Arsenal equalized just before halftime, oveing a two-goal deficit, the atmosphere at Highbury was electric. Wenger, usuallyposed, allowed himself a rare disy of exuberance, punching the air and apuding his yers with enthusiasm after removing his suit jacket.


    Aldrich stood up calmly from his seat and made his way to the touchline.


    He could ept a draw��if they won, they would advance to the FA Cup semi-finals; if they lost, he wouldn''t feel disappointed. A draw would be even better, giving the young yers another opportunity to gain valuable experience in a rey.


    While his mindset was one of eptance, he knew he couldn''t adopt a careless attitude toward the game.


    Before the restart, he called Van der Meyde and Gronkjaer over, reminding them to tuck in and support their full-backs. Although it was already the 42nd minute, with less than five minutes left in the half, they needed to remain vignt. Given Arsenal''s momentum, the opposition could very well capitalize on anypses andplete aeback before the break.


    By the time the game resumed, Aldrich was vignt at the sidelines. The wide yers had pulled back, reinforcing apact two-line defense. For Arsenal to exploit the nks would not be as easy.


    "Halftime has passed, with Arsenal 2-2 against Millwall. Arsenal seemed slow to find their rhythm at home, and after conceding two early goals, they finally came alive. Thankfully, they head into the break tied; otherwise, the second half could have presented significant challenges."


    During the halftime break, Aldrich meticulouslyid out his tactical ns for the second half. It''s interesting to note that he found more enjoyment in managing his substitute yers during matches. These young yers brought a different energy and resiliencepared to the starting XI. As their head coach, he felt a greater responsibility to guide them towards victory. With the first-choice squad, his mid-game adjustments would often be brief��just a few words, and if they were leading, he might say nothing at all.


    On paper, Millwall''s current crop of young yers undoubtedly falls shortpared tost season''s Premier League champions, Arsenal. However, there''s a unique thrill in challenging the stronger side.


    As the second half began, Millwall appeared to revert to a defensive strategy. The wide midfielders maintained distance from their full-backs, ensuring Pires and Overmars could not operate freely in one-on-one situations.


    Wenger furrowed his brow��was Millwall simply ying for a draw? Or were they enticing Arsenal''s aging full-backs, Winterburn and Dixon, to push forward?


    If Winterburn and Dixon venture forward to support the attack, they are asking for trouble. They can push forward, but when the opponentunches a counterattack, can they return to defend in time?


    Overmars executed a brilliant turn, slipping right past Gronkjaer. Ashley Cole saw his chance and went for it, but the little magician was quicker, deftly changing direction to dart into the box. It was as if Cole had seen a ghost��he thought he could easily snatch the ball away!


    Fortunately, Neil was prepared, and just when Overmars was about to seed, he was finally intercepted by Neil.


    Neil intercepted and quickly passed to Gronkjaer, who fed Lampard with a diagonal ball. Lampard didn''t hesitate, quickly rying it to the right nk.


    Van der Meyde sprinted down the right, elluding Pires, and received the ball just past midfield. He dashed along the touchline.


    Lampard''s pressure forced Petit and Vieira to lock down the dangerous areas in front of the box. With Klose drifting towards the right nk, Van der Meyde found himself one-on-one against Dixon. Faking a pass, he executed a move reminiscent of a Marseille turn, elegantly pulling the ball past his opponent��a disy that was quite a sight to behold.


    "19-year-old Van der Meyde has just outmaneuvered 35-year-old Dixon! He moved the ball to the byline and sent a low cross into the box. Klose, who had pulled away from the area, surged back in, nting himself to shoot��but it was a feint! Instead, he cleverly slipped it to Van Nistelrooy at the back post, and it''s in! Van Nistelrooy scores again! Millwall takes the lead over Arsenal once more in the 53rd minute of the second half! This is the triumph of youth��the youthful storm of Millwall sweeping past Arsenal''s aging defense! Van der Meyde, another Dutch prodigy on the wing. Could he be the next Overmars?


    "


    Following the goal, Van Nistelrooy was ecstatic, roaring towards the stands.


    He adored ying alongside his teammates��Van der Meyde, Klose, and Gronkjaer��all of whom disyed exceptional individual skill. It was easy for him to find space and receive the ball; scoring was simply a matter of tapping in and celebrating.


    But he also recognized they weren''t the stars of Millwall yet. Despite their excellent performances this season, they still differed markedly from the first-team lineup.


    If the main attacking unit of Millwall was deemed S-level, this younger group struggled to achieve even an A-level ssification.


    Millwall''s main attacking line was in full swing, and they yed an unstoppable offensive style that attracted the attention of the entire British football world! Fleet Street fans couldn''t help but admire Millwall''s strength, especially the substitutes who have honed their skills over the past few years and helped the first team be an absolute powerhouse!


    Often, the word "substitute" carries with it a weak connotation, not just at Millwall but at other clubs as well.


    However, Millwall''s substitutes tell a different story! No one dares tobel their bench as weak! Highly respected reporters like David Miller assert that if Millwall''s first eleven were unavable, the subs, along with a few extras, could very wellpete for a top-three finish in the Premier League, assuming they dodge injuries.


    Winning the championship? Very unlikely. But making it to the top half of the standings? Definitely possible! There''s even a glimmer of hope for third ce!


    With Millwall regaining the lead, we find ourselves in the second half of the match. Arsenal is beginning to look a bit restless.


    Fifteen minutes passed, and Gattuso produced a vital block against Vieira''s distant strike! The ball fell to Paulo Ferreira, who faced Pires but stayedposed, deftly sidestepping the challenge. He followed that up with a stunning pass that had Aldrich eagerly leaning forward, ready to apud the brilliance!


    Gronkjaer, having received the pass on the left nk, ignited a powerful counterattack.


    Petit tries to provide defensive support on the wing but, after just a couple of steps, he turns back toward the defensive line.


    Damn it! The speed difference is unreal! He can''t keep up at all!


    Gronkjaer took the ball to the left side of the penalty area, facing Winterburn, he chose to attack directly, instead of Van der Meyde''s gorgeous turn, he just stopped the ball suddenly, changed direction quickly, and then broke through with the ball sideways.


    Winterburn, who was defending head-on, now shifts toward the center, only able to glimpse Gronkjaer''s profile.


    At just 21, Gronkjaer has already left 35-year-old Winterburn in his wake! What is going through his mind? Will he continue to break through? Van Nistelrooy blocks Adams and Klose is already in position. Petit is approaching quickly - just as he stretches his foot to intercept, Gronkjaer passes the ball like lightning! The ball is just in front of the penalty area and Lampardes - what a shot! In! Lampard''s long-range shot goes straight into the dead corner and Seaman doesn''t know what happened! Millwall''s youthful energy swept Highbury and Arsenal fell behind by two goals again - what a thrilling game!


    After Lampard''s shot, he is brought down from behind. It''s Vieira! Meanwhile, Gronkjaer, who yed the pass, is also taken down��this time by Petit.


    Even though the goal has been scored, the referee still shows Petit a yellow card, deeming his tackle a dangerous y.


    Rising from the ground, Lampard helped Gronkjaer to his feet, both of them sprinting toward the sidelines as Millwall''s fans erupted in cheers.


    These young yers were like a pride of lion cubs, brimming with energy and determination!


    Aldrich could not suppress his delight on the sidelines.


    Fielding a reserve squad today had proven to be the right call.


    Their stamina and aggression had made all the difference; being perceived as weaker than Arsenal forced the rivals into a more aggressive posture. With both teams adept at counterattacking, Millwall had garnered even more opportunities.


    Wenger angrily kicks a water bottle off the sidelines.


    It''s hard to say whether Winterburn or Dixon have beenpletely overrun by Gronkjaer and Van der Meyde today.


    After all, they''re focusing their attack, and the midfield and defense tend to be disconnected when facing quick transitions, especially with the opposing wingers boasting such incredible speed.


    It''s normal that it''s hard to win against fast, agile yers in a head-on confrontation, especially when both of them are 35 years old. Ideally, on the counterattack, you want to stabilize the defense first and minimize the space to increase your chances of scoring. However, when facing such dynamic wingers, how many defenders in the entire Premier League can always maintain a 100% sess rate in one-on-one duels - especially when the opponent is already at full speed?


    Wenger was most upset with himself for not anticipating Millwall''s counter-attacking strategy after conceding the first goal in the second half.


    Both goals conceded were rmingly simr; Millwall had utilized effective wing tactics in the first half but modified it in the second, focusing on single-wing operations��a tactical adjustment made with great care.


    The first goal was a result of sessfully defending the left nk, followed by a transition to the right; by having Gronkjaer engaged defensively on the left wing, the switch to attacking was not as rapid.


    The second goal saw the same principle, where sessful defense on the right led to an immediate transition to the left. Such quick switch-ups not only ensured that Arsenal''s defense had to keep pace but also provided their wingers with vital space and timing to advance.


    This was the key focus of Aldrich''s tactical shift in the second half.


    Now at 2-4, Millwall led by two goals with just minutes left on the clock.


    Audric rises from his seat, ready to y some cheeky tactics.


    "Millwall is making a triple substitution! Gronkjaer, Van der Meyde, and Klose areing off, with Pedretti, Duff, and Ronaldinhoing on. Ah, Pedretti, known as the ''Little Mak��l��l��,'' is a defensive midfielder. Does this mean freeing up Lampard? Let''s see; Millwall''s static formation should shift to a 4-3-2-1. Gattuso, Lampard, and Pedretti will form a trio in midfield while Duff and Ronaldinho upy the nks. Van Nistelrooy is the lone striker. It looks like Audric is intent on holding onto his lead."


    Audric stands on the sidelines, a grin on his face.


    Wenger, however, is fuming.


    The usuallyposed professor is on the verge of losing his temper.


    Millwall was thick with depth; as Gronkjaer and Van der Meyde tired, Aldrich had swapped in fresh legs. Now deploying three defensive midfielders appeared a deliberate ploy to disrupt Arsenal''s game n.


    This move made Arsenal''s strategdscape even trickier.


    To prate a three-man midfield would not be simple!


    Ronaldinho and Duff had juste on and seemed ready to support the full-backs. But if they seized Arsenal''s counterattack and charged the opponent''s defense, could the Gunners withstand the pressure?


    Aldrich was not shy about his tactics, and sending Ronaldinho was undoubtedly intended to intimidate the opponent. After 70 minutes of relentless running, could Winterburn and Dixon really keep up with the energetic Ronaldinho?


    But if both midfielders were to shrink and not push forward, could Arsenal really expect to break through the opponent''s defense by attacking from the nks alone?

 Chapter 391: Foundation of a Dynasty

    <h4>Chapter 391: Foundation of a Dynasty</h4>


    Rarely has the Highbury stands echoed with boos, but today, they were directed not at the visiting Millwall but at the home team, Arsenal.


    Arsenal fans are known as the most sophisticated supporters in the Premier League. They tend to be quieter, like schrs watching an art film, rarely unleashing the kind of relentless passion typical of other fans. However, this doesn''t diminish their loyalty to the team.


    Ever since Arsenal''seback against Manchester United and Millwall to clinch the long-awaited Premier League titlest season, the fans have been wholeheartedly behind Wenger. But after the way this match was ying out, with their home team looking set to lose to Millwall''s second team, the fans couldn''t ept it.


    Aldrich was shamelessly parking the bus when the team was leading by two goals, which made Wenger very angry. He even wanted to rush up to argue with him!


    Wenger had always thought that when the two faced off, it bore the air of a gentleman''s game or, to put it another way, a duel between knights��victory was victory, defeat was defeat, straightforward and without the underhand tactics that he considered cheeky tricks.


    But he had misjudged Aldrich; this young coach had no noble ideals. He had never aspired to establish a philosophy or style in football. He wasn''t interested in grand ns; he just wanted to win, to enjoy the game by focusing on his own sess.


    Having known Wenger for many years, today Aldrich had "broken" the professor''s spirit.


    Arsenal''s captain, Adams, rose to the asion, charging to the front lines without hesitation in the team''s hour of need.


    Tony Adams seemed to be born with a majestic aura. He rushed forward and single-handedly messed up Millwall''s defense. Pedretti was knocked to the ground by him, and the referee believed that the physical collision was fair and not a foul.


    "Arsenal is starting to lean on long balls again, huh? I remember during that Christmas battle, they used this strategy to rally back, with Bergkamp earning a penalty. Now they''re trying it again; will it bring them any luck? Adams connects with a header! So close! Keller, the crafty one, immediately takes the goal kick, and Millwall is off on the break! Ronaldinho is charging ahead, iming the ball and setting off on a long, thrilling dash."


    As Ronaldinho crossed halfway, he used his body to shield the ball from Vieira''s attempts to disrupt him. Meanwhile, Duff''s smart diagonal run caused Petit to hesitate in defense. Ronaldinho took advantage, changing direction to bypass the opponent. Van Nistelrooy created space, and Ronaldinho faked a pass, slipping past Arsenal''sst defender.


    Where were the others?


    The full-back had moved up to cross the ball, and Adams hadn''t yet returned from his header.


    Seaman charged out, but Ronaldinho dazzled everyone with a series of stunning moves.


    He smoothly evaded Seaman''s angle and then��boom��shot!


    An empty!


    From the moment Ronaldinho beat Petit, Aldrich rose from his seat and walked to the touchline, sensing this could be a ssic disy of personal heroism.


    However, when Ronaldinho shot, Aldrich nearly copsed, covering his face in disbelief.


    "Missed an open goal! Ronaldinho! What are you doing? We were ready to burst into cheers for your dazzling performance! You just had to poke it in! Oh, pardon me, I''ve lost a bit ofposure here. As amentator, I''m supposed to be neutral, but seeing Ronaldinho shimmy past Vieira, then dance around Petit, dodge Keown, and jink away from Seaman ��honestly, who wouldn''t feel the thrill?"


    Ronaldinho''s final shot had too much power, sending the ball just a few centimeters wide of the post. He likely wanted to keep the flow going from touch to shot, so after evading Seaman, he went straight for the goal without adjusting. It''s hard to say whether that choice was right or wrong; some strikers take too much time to adjust and still miss, while others can bumble through and find the. Unfortunately, Ronaldinho missed an open goal.


    After shooting, seeing that the ball did not go in, he instinctively leaned forward and chose to slide on his knees with a helpless smile on his face.


    He didn''t mind it at all, but it certainly gave Seaman a fright, making him break out in a cold sweat.


    Seaman quickly retrieved the ball and booted it downfield��this wasn''t a tactical quick take; he was racing against time.


    Millwall yers sighed over Ronaldinho''s miss, but the ball came right back, crossing midfield. Pedretti was nearest to where it wouldnd, but a towering figure blocked his path, jumping high and pushing him aside. It was Tony Adams, sprinting back into the attack just as the goal kick wasunched. He managed to head the ball back, and Anelka, who had been in front of Mills, turned and scooted around him. Mills misjudged the trajectory, and the ball skip bounced past him.


    Before Niel could catch up, Anelka made a half-turn and hit a powerful strike, sending the ball straight into the corner of the. Keller could only watch helplessly.


    "In the 81st minute of the second half, Arsenal pulled one back! Adams assisted Anelka with a beautiful header. Anelka showed great awareness, using his movement to outsmart Mills, and his shot was nothing short of perfect. There''s no doubt he is a forward Arsenal can rely on for the future!"


    Wenger jumped up excitedly, waving for his yers to hurry back for the kick-off.


    Aldrich felt gloomy; it could have been 2:5, but now it was 3:4.


    From the sidelines, he shot Ronaldinho a fierce re, gesturing for him to strengthen his defense.


    Ronaldinho, speechless, thought about Arsenal''s stroke of luck��Adams set up a goal even with his back to the, while he himself couldn''t even finish an open chance.


    When the margin was two goals, the yers could rx a bit, but that changed to a one-goal gap, and they began to see the urgency.


    Everyone knows a one-goal gap means Arsenal could chase the win if they scored again.


    Millwall clearly started parking the bus after the goal. Besides Keown, all other yers pushed forward.


    Each time they managed to defend sessfully, Millwall booted the ball deep into Arsenal''s half, intentionally kicking it high and far.


    Wenger kept signaling the referee about the stoppage time, causing Aldrich to stifle augh.


    Millwall was not only parking the bus but also wasting time in a skillful manner, not through "falling down" tactics or "fake injuries."


    Sure, these young yers still have significant potential to improve in technical skills, physical fitness, and tactical awareness. However, what deserves praise is their control of the ball and attitude; they''ve grasped the critical details on the field effectively."


    "After stealing the ball from Pir��s with a sessful tackle, Pedretti brought it to the edge of the field. As Pir��s approached to challenge him, Pedretti passed the ball back to Ferreira. Pir��s, eager to regain possession, lunged, but Ferreira sent it back to Pedretti. He continued to guard the ball, but in frustration, Pir��s kicked hard and missed, resulting in Pedretti falling down.


    The referee blew the whistle, signaling a foul and issuing a yellow card to Pir��s.


    Pedretti was kicked on the top of his foot, which could be considered a ''hard'' injury; it would hurt for a moment but would pass. If it had been to a joint, it could have resulted in a more serious injury."


    "Three minutes of stoppage time, and the Arsenal fans booed again, feeling the time was too short. But to be fair, the second half has flowed quite smoothly, even with Millwall''s time-wasting methods, the game didn''t see frequent interruptions."


    In those three minutes, the ball flew back and forth, and Arsenal struggled to find space for their ground game, failing even with long shots being blocked by defenders. Keller expanded his defensive coverage, and with just 30 seconds left in stoppage time, he intercepted a high ball with both hands, only to be taken down by Bergkamp. The referee called a foul against Bergkamp for colliding with the goalie.


    After Keller held the ball for a second, he was also shown a yellow card for time-wasting. Heunched a big kick to send the ball away, and the referee blew the final whistle.


    "The FA Cup quarter-final at Highbury has concluded, with Arsenal losing 3:4 to Millwall. ording to predictions before the match, this oue counts as a minor upset, especially since Millwall started with argely second-string squad, facing Arsenal''s first team. They have now secured a ce in the semi-finals. This victory will likely put an end to ongoing debates over whether Wenger or Hall is the superior manager. Today, Hall managed to defeat Wenger''s Arsenal with such a lineup; I daresay he will gain more supporters. Additionally, Hall boasts more des than Wenger."


    After the final whistle, Aldrich walked towards Wenger, hoping for a friendly handshake. However, Wenger was still angry and turned away angrily.


    With no alternative, Aldrich settled for a handshake with Wenger''s assistant. He then looked back at the exuberant young yers reveling in their win, and despite his best efforts to remainposed, a smile broke through. Trying to stay low-key, he made his way out of Highbury, a mix of victory and disappointment lingering in the air."


    In a post-match interview, Aldrich cited three reasons for the victory.


    "Fitness. Arsenal''s yers have to manage the league, so their stamina can''t match my yers, who are younger and more revitalized. Determination. The Arsenal yers are likely still focused on the league, while my guys have only one thought: victory. They crave wins to build confidence, improve their skills, showcase their talents, and prove they are capable of bing mainstays in Millwall. This driving force is crucial for their determination. Lastly, it was about performance on the day. Vieira was off-form today, and he ys a pivotal role. If he struggles, Arsenal finds it hard. Millwall had several yers who performed exceptionally well��honestly, some surprised me, like Gronkjaer, Van der Meyde, Lampard, and Neil. Gattuso was adequate, but as for van Nistelrooy, well, I believe two goals from him today are just what we can expect from him."


    Having eliminated Arsenal to advance to the FA Cup semi-finals, the fans at Fleet Street chanted in unison: The Lions'' Dynasty is about to be born!


    Millwall is currently strong and robust; unlikest season''s Champions League-winning team, the gap between starters and substitutes is now smaller. Millwall has developed formidable depth to handle multiplepetitions while maintaining excellent results. With the brilliant talents in the starting lineup, Millwall clearly hasid the groundwork for a dynasty.

 Chapter 392: Park the Bus in Kyiv

    <h4>Chapter 392: Park the Bus in Kyiv</h4>


    When the FA Cup draw results were announced, most fans were already expressing their frustrations with the FA.


    the FA Cup semi-finals, Millwall faced off against Manchester United.


    Fans were excitedly anticipating a sh between the two, hoping they could meet again in the finals.


    If luck was on their side in the Champions League, perhaps Millwall would evenpete with United for silverware on three fronts! What a thrilling script that would have been!


    Unfortunately, the prospect of a treble felt distant. Millwall faltered in the 31st round of the league. At Vi Park, they confronted a determined Aston Vi, who were equally eager for a European berth, resulting in a hard-fought draw.


    To everyone''s surprise, Manchester United drew with Wimbledon away, and Arsenal also drew with Southampton. Among the top four teams, only Chelsea managed a narrow 1-0 victory against Charlton, re-entering the title race.


    With seven league matches remaining, Millwall led Manchester United by four points and Arsenal and Chelsea by six. The remaining fixtures would see Millwall directly face Chelsea and Arsenal, and it was anyone''s guess who woulde out on top.


    With depth in the bench not an issue, Aldrich had no worries about lineup decisions after consecutive matches. Before heading to Kyiv, he held a press conference to announce his 18-man squad.


    The journalists from all over Europe covering Millwall were left stunned.


    Giancarlo voiced what everyone was thinking.


    "Millwall is going to y the Champions League quarter-final second leg with just two forwards?"


    Aldrich nodded. "Yes, I think it''s enough. Larsson starts, Henryes off the bench."


    The reporters did the math: two goalkeepers, seven defenders, two forwards, leaving seven midfielders.


    Upon closer inspection of the travel list, it became obvious what Aldrich had in mind.


    He is obviously nning to park the bus!


    Mak��l��l��, Gattuso, Pedretti, Lampard, van der Meyde, Nedv��d, plus Duff.


    He didn''t even bring Ronaldinho or Pirlo...


    Having a two-goal lead from the first leg, Aldrich didn''t need to go all out against Dynamo Kyiv away. Facing many unfavorable conditions as away team, did he really want to challenge the weather and the pitch to prove the indomitable spirit?


    Taking along some substitutes was also to let them experience the pace of matches in Eastern Europe, at least to psychologically prepare them for future encounters.


    After a long flight to Kyiv, Millwall checked into their hotel. However, the night before the match brought an unexpected disturbance. Local fans organized a loud event outside, turning the hotel into a bustling scene.


    A crowd held a rock concert that went on into the night while disying banners designed to chip away at Millwall''s morale.


    One couldn''t say this had a fatal effect, but it certainly had an impact.


    The following morning, it was clear that van der Meyde and Duff were not in top spirits. The hotel''s poor soundproofing had kept them awake until 4 a.m. Fortunately for them, they weren''t starters. yers like Nedv��d, seasoned by years of experience, had found their remedy: headphones and soothing sleep tracks, letting them rest peacefully amid the noise of the revelry outside.


    As the match got underway in the evening, Aldrich put on a snug coat. While in London, he couldfortably strip off his suit jacket during matches, this time, the chill of a Kyiv night was unforgiving, leaving him no option but to don a warm jacket.


    When he appeared, the entire crowd of Dynamo Kyiv fans booed him.


    They have heard that Millwall''s tactic this time is to park the bus and defend for a draw.


    When the starting lineup was announced, the boos intensified.


    Millwall''s formation was intimidatingly solid!


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Mills, Materazzi, Ferdinand, Neil.


    Double defensive midfielders: Gattuso, Mak��l��l��.


    Wing midfielders: Pedretti, Lampard.


    Attacking midfielder: Nedv��d.


    Forward: Larsson.


    Millwall had set up in a 4-5-1 formation, giving aplete impression of being armed to the teeth.


    Right from the start of the match, the Kyiv Dynamo fans were on Millwall''s case, booing them at every turn. Whenever they touched the ball, won a tackle, or broke up Dynamo''s attack, the jeers echoed loud and clear from the stands.


    Sitting in the coaching booth, Aldridge could only scratch his head.


    Dynamo also parked the bus at Wembley, and Millwall, as the visiting team, simply used the same tactic - what''s the fuss about?


    For Dynamo''s fans, their discontent was justified.


    Why shouldn''t they? After all, you are the reigning champions.


    Before the match, Aldrich had announced the 18-man squad. Lobanovskyi caught wind of it, but he couldn''t believe it.


    Can you trust the intelligence spread by the opponent?


    Even at home, Lobanovskyi had a healthy respect for Millwall, having lost to themst season at home.


    He wasn''t afraid of Millwall attacking him; that would give Dynamo more chances.


    What he feared most was Millwall''s counter-attack.


    It just so happened that Millwall was highly defensive today.


    This was the most headache-inducing scenario. When a strong team resorts to such tactics, a weaker opponent typically stands no chance.


    From the beginning, it was clear that Millwall''s yer pace was slower, as they struggled to adapt to the weather being about six degrees colder than London. The pitch felt awkward to y on.


    Henry, bundled up in a warm coat, peeked out from the back row and curiously asked Aldrich, "Boss, don''t you think this is awkward?"


    Aldrich replied, puzzled, "Awkward about what?"


    Henry continued, "The booing."


    "Oh, what''s there to feel awkward about?"


    "Cough, well, you are a coach who has won the Champions League."


    "So what? If I let you go out there and y freely, who knows��one of you might get injured in just ten minutes."


    Henry, upon hearing this, decided not to press further. He understood that Aldrich would rather face the boos than risk his yers'' safety.


    While it wasn''t the sole reason, there was certainly a consideration for their well-being.


    In cold weather and on unfamiliar ground, the likelihood of injuries increases.


    This situation was entirely different from their group stage encounter with Dynamo Kyivst season, when the group qualification was uncertain, and Dynamo could afford to be conservative at home. Today, Dynamo was ready to fight Millwall tooth and nail!


    If Millwall set their lines too far apart, withrge distances between them, their yers would have to sprint more to keep up with Dynamo''s pace, significantly raising the risk of injury.


    Today, the five midfielders formed a full defensive shield,pressing the space so Dynamo''s positional attacks couldn''t prate the danger zone. They relied mainly on long shots and individual breakthroughs, which were ineffective.


    Millwall''s attacking performance wasn''t ideal either. Most of the time, they struggled to find a forward outlet. With limited attacking force and Larsson tightly marked, Nedv��d was also cautious, not charging forward blindly. Millwall''s speed was diminished to its limits; they couldn''t breach Dynamo''s line by speed alone. They controlled the ball, waiting for Dynamo to press, sapping their energy, which would also agitate their opponents psychologically.


    As the first half ended, Dynamo''s chances were limited to only three attempts, Millwall maintained a 2-0 lead in aggregate. Hall aimed to secure passage to the semi-finals with minimal cost, which seemed reasonable, yet the fans didn''t seem to agree. Whenever a Millwall yer touched the ball, the booing rose to deafening levels.


    Lobanovskyi returned to the locker room with a grim expression, while Aldrich remained unflustered, seemingly ignoring the piercing boos.


    As the second half wore on, Dynamomitted more yers to their attacks. They needed at least one goal to harbor any hope of progression.


    It seemed Aldrich was sending a message through this match: if his team parked the bus, it would render the opposition desperate.


    When the match reached the 75th minute, Dynamo pressed forward entirely, exposing their defense in the process. Gattuso sessfully intercepted Belkovich, thenunched a long ball forward.


    Larsson, who had not been able to find an opportunity before, finally waited for this chance. He sessfully avoided the offside trap and sprinted towards the goal quickly. The opponent''s goalkeeper also attacked decisively at this time!


    Shovkovskiy had moved out but misjudged the bounce of the ball. It ricocheted just three meters in front of him, and as he leaped to block it, the ball sailed over his head...


    Larsson zipped by, the ball bouncing slowly toward the goal. He refrained from touching it, ncing back at Shovkovskiy, who had abandoned all hope.


    Larsson leisurely watched as the ball rolled into the.


    "Millwall scores! They lead 3-0 on aggregate, leaving Dynamo with no chances unless they score four goals in the next fifteen minutes. Uh, the creator of this goal should be Gattuso, as Larsson deliberately let the ball roll in, possibly setting a record for the longest distance goal in Champions League history. The length of Dynamo''s home field is 1 yard, and he kicked it from about fifteen yards behind the halfway line, approximately 75 yards away! Um, I''ll need to confirm if this is indeed a record; apologies."


    Gattuso''s intent was a long pass, but the opponent''s goalkeeper gifted them a precious chance with his blunder, allowing the ball to bounce over his head. Gattuso saw Larsson sprinting past, and he had already lowered his head, ready to celebrate.


    As he celebrated, Mak��l��l�� nudged him and shouted, "You scored!"


    Gattuso, who had just started to feel happy, froze for a moment, looking up to see Larsson walking back, grinning and pointing at him.


    That was when Gattuso grasped it: Larsson hadn''t touched the ball.


    Wait, did I just score?


    His reaction was hrious. He paused for three seconds, then suddenly dashed toward the sideline, stripping off his jersey and waving it above his head.


    Everyone, from the coaching staff to the substitutes, stood up to apud him. Despite everything, it was somewhat unbelievable to score from that distance, yet the process didn''t pack much excitement.


    This goalpletely shattered Dynamo Kyiv''s momentum. Not only were they unable to turn the match around at home, but they had also set a record against their opponents.


    After sifting through records, thementator confirmed Gattuso''s goal was indeed the longest in Champions League history!


    As the match concluded, the Millwall substitutes rushed onto the field to celebrate with their teammates.


    "The reigning champions eliminated Dynamo Kyiv with an aggregate score of 3-0, progressing to the semi-finals. This achievement is remarkable. Millwall is just two legs and one final victory away from defending their title. Of course, they first need to defeat their semifinal opponents, who are still unknown. However, Hall''s team shows no hesitation toward any opponent. It''s the other teams in the semifinals that should hope to avoid this seemingly unbeatable Lions!"

 Chapter 393: Unpredictable rankings

    <h4>Chapter 393: Unpredictable rankings</h4>


    As the Premier League title race heats up, Millwall is in a rtively strong positionpared to Manchester United, Arsenal and Chelsea, all of whom are preparing for their end-of-season push. After returning to London from Kiev, Millwall are preparing to take on Charlton Athletic, the Premier League''s closest geographical team, in a crucial London derby.


    On Friday morning, Aldrich drove to the club, where reporters gathered outside the entrance. They were mostly young and inexperienced, a contrast to seasoned journalists who typically had established channels for news. Neers were the ones camping out for stories.


    As Aldrich''s car slowed down at the club entrance, a group of young reporters surged toward the vehicle, crowding around to snap pictures and firing off questions in a flurry of excitement.


    "Mr. Hall, with Millwall facing Bayern Munich in the Champions League semifinals, do you think this draw is good or bad? Does Millwall have the confidence to make it to the final at Camp Nou?"


    "Manchester United drew Juventus. If United wins and Millwall reaches the final, it would mean two Premier League teams face each other. Is this the dawn of English football''s dominance in Europe?"


    "I hear you''re friends with Juventus'' coach Ancelotti. If he asks for advice on taking down Manchester United, would you help him?"


    ...


    Aldrich at the club, Aldrey slowly drove around the bend only to find himself surrounded by a group of reporters eager to find headlines. He felt ufortable with this, but he did not consider himself superior, but he was unwilling to be forced to deal with them in this situation. He rolled up the window and drove into the club, refusing to answer any questions.


    much to the disappointment of the journalists, some of whom muttered curses.


    As the Champions League semi-finalists were announced, Millwall had effortlessly dispatched Dynamo Kyiv. Manchester United had eliminated Inter Mn, Bayern Munich won against Kaiserutern with a staggering 6-0 scoreline, and Juventus edged past Olympiacos 3-2.


    With both Millwall and Manchester United making the final four, Fleet Street was abuzz. The resurgence of English football in Europe was undeniable, and everyone was looking forward to the potential English sh at Camp Nou!


    Aldrich felt a bit unlucky; Millwall had drawn Bayern Munich, the strongest of the three potential adversaries in his eyes. In the minds of many Bayern fans, the 1998-99 Bayern Munich was perhaps the most formidable team of that decade; even the champions of 2001 seemed a shade lesser.


    At training, the yers eagerly discussed the uing match, gearing up for a chance to face the German giants.


    Aldrich''s life was methodical; he maintained a low profile in public and focused intently on his work. However, the weekend''s London derby saw him unusually furious with the team after the match.


    As the clock ticked down to the end of the 90 minutes, Charlton''s yers erupted in celebration with a 1-1 scoreline.


    While the derbycked the usual fervor, it remained crucial; Millwall faced a team struggling in the relegation zone. If they couldn''t clinch three points against what should have been an easier opponent, how could they expect topete against Chelsea and Arsenal?


    But it was clear the yers had lost their focus. They probably thought Charlton was just there for an easy ride. With such a vast difference in abilities, they figured that if they simply yed their usual game, the three points would almost gift themselves to them.


    Aldrich had repeatedly stressed to them that relegation teams are always difficult to deal with, but when the whistle sounded, Millwall lost the ball in the midfield, the opponent quickly counterattacked, Materazzi knocked down the opponent''s striker in the penalty area, and the opponent undoubtedly got a penalty kick. Charlton took the lead from the penalty kick and the situation was reversed.


    As the game progressed, Millwallunched wave after wave of attacks on Charlton, but due to the opponent''s crazy scramble and a series of fouls, Millwall was unable to reverse the situation until Larsson was knocked down in the penalty area and Larsson got a penalty kick. Millwall finally equalized the score with difficulty.


    Aldrich stormed into the dressing room, mming the door with a bang that echoed through the space. He turned to the whole team, rage etched on his face as he unleashed his fury.


    "Today''s performance was absolute shit! What on earth were you doing? Useless! Your value is more than ten times theirs, and your pay is over five times higher! That means you need to bring five times their drive and ten times the heart! Seriously, fk! Do you think football is some kind of game? Let me tell you: every single match is a battle! For us, a tie or a loss is aplete fking failure! A total disgrace! Go home tonight, sleep early, and tomorrow buy every newspaper. Turn on the TV and watch the football news��what''sing your way? Laughter and mockery! You better remember every shred of that ridicule and shame! If you don''t want to feel that again, then snap out of it and show every opponent the respect they deserve!"


    Although the yers were frustrated after the game, Aldridge would notfort or encourage them.


    Whyfort them at all?


    If they had fought hard but still lost, criticism would be unwarranted. But he sensedcency among them; they had been riding high with their lead in the league, advancing in both the FA Cup and Champions League, and we''re basking in the praise for their beautiful attacking style. Perhaps subconsciously, they felt invincible.


    Today, the offense struggled mainly because of Ronaldinho and Henry. Both of them became a little too arrogant and chose to face one-on-one situations alone. While their sess rate in breaking through in those situations was indeed very high, what happened after they broke through? They inevitably found themselves surrounded by defenders, causing the offense to stagnate. Either the passingne was blocked or the ball was quickly intercepted.


    Yet Aldrich refused to point fingers at specific yers. He emphasized teamwork, and this collective should shoulder the me for dropping points against Charlton.


    After the match, the first team stayed behind for a meeting at the club. Led by the newly fit Southgate, they refocused, preparing everyone to stay mentally sharp for the remaining matches.


    Aldrich''s anger was justified. Typically, Millwall would have found it easy to defeat Charlton mid-season, but he had warned them: as the season wound down, the opponents'' surface ability mattered less; those at the top and bottom would be more dangerous.


    The teams at the top were fighting for European qualification while those at the bottom were desperate to avoid relegation. Every match was a battle, one cutthroat to the end.


    On the contrary, those mid-table teams, although performing well, are easier to deal with because theyck clear goals.


    In the same round, Manchester United narrowly defeated Derby County 1-0. Arsenal managed a shaky 1-0 win over relegation-threatened ckburn. Chelsea edged Leeds United 1-0, all while Millwall drew, making the title race even more thrilling.


    The next day, The Times headline read: "Most Unpredictable Season Yet!"


    Millwall had only a 2-point lead over Manchester United and was just 4 points ahead of both Arsenal and Chelsea. With six matches remaining, they still held the upper hand, but United''s title odds were skyrocketing, almost leveling with Millwall''s. With theirst four matches against Chelsea and Arsenal, it seemed likely United could benefit.


    The Millwall first team dove headfirst into preparations.


    Midweek, Aldrich attended a UEFA press conference ahead of the first leg of the Champions League semi-final against Bayern Munich.


    As he entered the press room, camera shes erupted, and theposed young manager took his seat, briefly addressing reporters'' questions.


    "While Millwall is the defending champion, we are not favored. I believe Bayern Munich is stronger on paper. Just look at their lineup��Matth?us, Effenberg, Kahn, Lizarazu... Millwall might be younger, but Bayern is more experienced. In matches of this caliber, experience will matter greatly. Still, we have a chance. If we want to reach Camp Nou, we need to fight with guts and determination."


    "Will the intensepetition in the league distract Millwall? Bayern doesn''t seem to have that issue with their considerable lead in the Bundesliga."


    After pondering, Aldrich replied, "This is a 180-minute match, and I need my yers focused. If the league distracts us, victory will be out of reach."


    "Can youment on Hitzfeld? He indicated this is a test for Bayern and referred to you as a magic young manager, believing in your ability to elevate such a young team. How wrong was the skepticism about Millwall before the season?"


    Aldrich smiled at the remark, "I respect Coach Hitzfeld; he''s a veteran. Compared to him, I''m still just a kid. He has won the Champions League with Dortmund and now aims to take Bayern to glory. His skills in coaching are admirable."


    "Will Millwall adopt an aggressive offensive approach in the first leg?"


    "Certainly. If we can''t secure a win at home, our situation in Munich bes perilous. But first, we must solidify our defense and prevent away goals."


    "With Southgate returning, will he y tomorrow?"


    "Yes, he''s the team captain, and his presence will be a positive influence."


    "But can he contain the attacking duo of Jancker and Elber?"


    "I don''t believe in one-on-one battles between offense and defense. We will limit the opposition at every line��forward, midfield, and defense. This collective approach is crucial. In other words, if Jancker and Elberck support, they will struggle to make an impact."

 Chapter 394: The Mighty Bayern Munich

    <h4>Chapter 394: The Mighty Bayern Munich</h4>


    Wembley, evening, with a gentle breeze.


    The highly anticipated first leg of the Champions League semi-finals is about to kick off. Wembley is packed, and getting a ticket is nearly impossible!


    Not just the fans of The Lions, but countless neutral supporters also want to be present for this pinnacle matchup.


    Both teams'' yers are waiting in the tunnel to make their entrance.


    Matth?us, 38, felt someone was watching him. He turned around and saw Schneider, who greeted him in a friendly manner.


    Why does it always seem like Bayern Munich dominates German football?


    Didn''t Dortmund and M?nchendbach once reign supreme?


    There are too many factors involved. Besides financial backing, Bayern''s crucial role in helping the German national team win championships during tournament years ys a significant part. In particr, with football legend Beckenbauer as the president, Bayern''s influence in Germany expanded further, leading to a tradition where at least half of the national team''s main yerse from Bayern. Consequently, this means that top local talent aspires to join Bayern Munich, which in turn increases their chances of making the national team. This cyclical pattern is hard to break.


    In the current Bayern Munich starting lineup, besides Lizarazu, Elber, and Kuffour, all the other yers are homegrown Germans. While Kuffour is Ghanaian, he came up through Bayern''s youth system.


    Seeing his older peers, Schneider knows he must greet them respectfully; he''s still a backup for Babel in the national team.


    Ronaldinho''s eyes dart around, which annoys Matth?us. Ronaldinho finds it curious that someone twice his age can still start in a match at this level, almost like a monster.


    ...


    Aldrich exchanges pleasantries with Hitzfeld before standing on the sidelines, waiting for the match to start.


    The yers enter the field as the Champions League anthem echoes through Wembley.


    "Good evening, spectators! The thrilling Champions League semi-finals are underway. The defending champions, Millwall, have once again reached the semi-finals in their second year of UEFA Champions League action. Their opponents are Bayern Munich, and both teams have sent their strongest lineups to face off today.


    Millwall starts in a 4-3-3 formation.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Mak��l��l��, Pirlo, Nedv��d.


    Forwards: Larsson, Henry, Ronaldinho.


    Bayern Munich starts in a 5-3-2 formation.


    Goalkeeper: Kahn.


    Defenders: Babel, Kuffour, Matth?us, Linke, Lizarazu.


    Midfielders: Jeremies, Effenberg, Basler.


    Forwards: Jancker, Elber.


    Millwall undeniably ranks among the most potent attacking sides in Europe, while Bayern Munich is renowned for its solid defense. What sparks will fly between these two teams today? We''ll find out!"


    Aldrich gazes intently at Bayern''s starting lineup, feeling a surge of excitement.


    Indeed, Millwall is up against aplete and formidable Bayern Munich.


    This is not the same Bayern Munich that Manchester United faced, missing Lizarazu and Elber!


    Fans who still harbor feelings from the ssic 1999 Champions League final might say: If only Lizarazu and Elber had yed...


    Manchester United fans would retort: If only Keane and Scholes had been there!


    What if Matth?us hadn''t been substituted in the final ten minutes?


    If only...


    In football, the world favors the winners��there are no ifs.


    But the truth is, Millwall is facing a Bayern Munich at its zenith. Two decadester, this squad would be celebrated as part of footballing legend!


    Kahn needs no introduction, the best goalkeeper in German history, right at the peak of his career.


    Babel, a key yer in the German squad that lifted the European Championship trophy in Ennd in ''96!


    Kuffour and Linke were instrumental from Bayern''s journey to the 1999 Champions League final to winning it in 2001.


    Matth?us, the evergreen 38-year-old, arguably ranks just below Beckenbauer in terms of des in German football. He has won World Cup and European Championship titles, and the only missing piece is a Champions League title, which he''s striving for.


    In recent years, German football has adopted tactical formations like 3-5-2 or 3-6-1, where roles like Matth?us''s be pivotal.


    As a sweeper in defense, he also contributes significantly to the attack. He can be wherever he''s needed, which allows Bayern to transition between 3-5-2, 3-4-3 in offense and 5-3-2 in defense.


    This role is extremely demanding, relying heavily on one''s awareness and reading of the game. If yed well, one could receive des like Sammer in ''96, but if not, such roles can result in dire consequences for the team. Clearly, Matth?us is far from a liability.


    Lizarazu, the greatest left-back in French history, recently helped France lift its first World Cup trophy.


    Jeremies, the strongest defensive midfielder of this era in Germany, showcases a sweeping ability reminiscent of Gennaro Gattuso in his prime. His knack for breaking up y is second to none.


    Effenberg was a brave warrior who carried the banner of German football during this period, with a natural leadership temperament and straightforward character.It turns out that historically, he had harshly criticized Matth?us for requesting to be substituted in the 80th minute of the 1999 Champions League final, believing that Matth?us''s departure at the end of the season served as an encouragement for Bayern Munich.


    Although this "bad boy" was indeed a midfield superstar, hecked master-level organizational skills. Later, Back eventually became his sessor, but Effenberg''s dominance was what really made him stand out and be one of the top midfielders.


    Basler is a mboyant attacking midfielder who made waves in the Bundesliga, even earning the Bundesliga top scorer title; however, the German national team values unity and spirit on the pitch, so it''s no wonder he wasn''t heavily utilized by the national team.


    Elber, arguably the most sessful foreign yer in Bundesliga history, started scoring prolifically after joining Bayern.


    Jancker, a traditional German target man,plements Elber perfectly.


    Even so, Bayern''s bench is filled with noteworthy substitutes.


    Scholl, Tarnat, Ziegler, Fink, and Strunz are all either immensely talented or simply crowded out by stronger teammates. yers like Strunz and Tarnat are national team members, with Strunz having yed in the Euro ''96 final.


    "Match underway! Millwall kicks off; Henry passes the ball to Larsson, and we see three Bayern yers rush forward. Jancker, Elber, and Basler press sequentially, demonstrating Bayern''s determination not to give Millwall any breathing room."


    When Pirlo gets the ball, he''s taken by surprise at how aggressively the opposition presses, and with no forward options, he''s forced to pass it back.


    Overall, the immediate sense is that Millwall is being torn apart by Bayern''s defensive setup!


    The distance between the midfield and forward lines is stretched, filled with Bayern yers looking to intercept passingnes or prepare for a tackle.


    The tactical discipline of German teams is unquestionable. Unlike the romantic ir of Latin teams, they emphasize strength and resolve, bringing a ferocity to the pitch.


    Today, Millwall''s attack, when faced with Bayern Munich, finds its quality drastically diminishedpared to their previous overwhelming disys.


    Their attempts to attack meet constant interruptions and dispossession. Even when they regain possession and counter, they still can''t break through.


    The indefatigable Effenberg and the tenacious Jeremiespletely stifle Pirlo''s orchestration. Even when Ronaldinho and Nedv��d drop back, the front line remains isted.


    Especially Matth?us��despite being 38, he seems to be everywhere!


    Every time Millwall''s offense starts to gain momentum, Matth?us suddenly appears in the key areas, leaving the crowd to wonder: Is he really 18 or 38?


    At his age, ying isn''t solely based on passion. With years of experience, he reads the game impably. Being a sweeper, he has no fixed defensive zone, granting him the freedom to urately predict the ball''s trajectory and intercept at crucial moments.


    After minutes of y, Millwall has only seen Henry take a shot when the match started. They haven''t had any clear attacking opportunities since.


    Aldrich remains calm on the sidelines, his mind steady. In a sh of experts, the first thought is always to limit the opponent, and Bayern has executed this perfectly today��arguably even wlessly!


    He hopes his yers appreciate this invaluable chance topete.


    Defeating weak teams won''t make one a champion; real testing happens against top-level opponents, highlighting their weaknesses and urging them to strive for higher ambitions.


    Bayern, ying away today, knows that a solid defensees first, hence their limited attacking efforts. Even Jancker and Elber are actively disrupting Millwall''s offense. Their counter-attacksrgely rely on solo efforts, as Basler neatly evades Pirlo, but fortunately, Mak��l��l�� holds his ground and manages to retrieve the ball. Otherwise, Millwall''s defense would surely be in danger.


    In a high-paced match, yers are expected to make quick and efficient decisions, allowing them to match their opponents in strength.


    Though there have been few clear-cut chances on both sides, the intensity is palpable, and the spectators hardly notice the time passing.


    The gamested 30 minutes, but Millwall did not create any good chances. It seemed that even at home, they did not have the upper hand.


    Aldrich recognized the root of the problem: the team''s recent run of victories and an easy win against Dynamo Kyiv had locked the attack into a fixed pattern.


    Whether it''s Ronaldinho, Henry, or Nedv��d, they all seem intent on breaking through with ground passes or individual efforts to reach their opponent''s box.


    In the past, this approach would suffice; with a bit of patience, they would''ve seen at least three clear chances in 90 minutes.


    However, facing Bayern Munich��especially with Matth?us acting as the sweeper��Millwall cannot afford to stick to their current strategy.


    Aldrich signaled to Pirlo, and he quickly nodded in understanding. Aldrich then made a couple of gestures to the yers ahead, delivering simple and clear instructions that theyprehended instantly.


    In essence, this attack needed more diverse options.


    Although they have achieved sess in ground passing and quick cooperation, they insist on using this strategy. When the opponent tries to limit their y, they try individual breakthroughs and try to solve the problem with their personal ability. However, when both methods fail, it is difficult for them to change tactics in time.

 Chapter 395: The Kick that Shook Wembley

    <h4>Chapter 395: The Kick that Shook Wembley</h4>


    Wembley was engulfed in tension as Millwall and Bayern Munich faced off in a tightly contested battle on the pitch.


    Hitzfeld sat on the bench, his expression grave. Bayern Munich''s focus on defense during away matches was to be expected; in two-legged knockout rounds, the away team tends to be cautious unless the scoreline shifts dramatically before the 90th minute.


    Hitzfeld''s Bayern employed this strategy in the Bundesliga too, resulting in far fewer goals conceded away than at home, making their performances in both venues impressive and leaving little room for doubt in the championship race.


    With just five minutes left in the first half, Hitzfeld noticed a change in Millwall''s attack. They were quicker in tempo, more efficient in handling the ball and more willing to shoot whenever they had a chance.


    In this top-tier sh, Millwall''s attackers initially seemed out of their depth. Take Ronaldinho; normally, he could juggle three moves like a magician��controlling the ball, dodging defenders, and breezing past them��but today was different. Every time he touched the ball, defenders closed in with lightning speed. A moment of hesitation, and he was left with nowhere to go! So, he had to keep it simple and fast, already plotting the next move in his mind before the ball even reached him.


    However, after 40 minutes, Millwall began to gain an advantage. Familiarity with Bayern''s defensive tactics and rhythm allowed the yers to adjust and respond effectively.


    As the first half came to a close, the score remained 0-0. While neither team had found the back of the, it was undeniable that the first half showcased a high level of defensive quality. Bayern Munich''s defense effectively stifled Millwall''s passing and movement, particrly through the efforts of Matth?us. He rendered the elusive Larsson and Henry nearly hopeless, repeatedly intercepting potential passes and asserting his presence at crucial moments. Although Millwall asionally found pockets of space, Matth?us was always there, expertly blocking passingnes and positioning himself to thwart their advances. This versatile veteran of German football disyed timeless skill.


    Bayern''s counterattacks were also suppressed by Millwall''s quick press. Nedved''s early and sustained pressure on Effenberg was particrly crucial, while Makelele and Pirlobined to suppress Basler, making it difficult for Bayern to control in the midfield. If Elber and Janke dropped deeper and turned the game into a staticyout, they would lose rhythm. Although they might beat a defender, Millwall''s collective defense constantly disintegrated their offensive efforts.


    Back in the locker room, Aldrich crossed his arms and looked at the drenched yers.


    As they wiped sweat from their brows, they quietly discussed the first half. Larsson and Nedved exchanged ideas about positioning, while Schneider and Materazzi reminded each other to mark Elber closely. They had nearly been caught out by Elber once, but fortunately, Materazzi''s long legs had put the ball out of bounds just in time.


    Fully immersed in the match, they momentarily froze, turning to Aldrich.


    It was time to listen to Aldrich''s tactical adjustments��that had often proven beneficial when they found themselves in a stalemate.


    Seeing everyone look at him, Aldrich smiled and quietly asked, "Are you enjoying it?"


    The yers'' expressions stiffened, but ten secondster, Nedved suddenlyughed, "Enjoying it!"


    The others nodded in agreement.


    This level ofpetition was what they all sought.


    If the opponent were weaker, scoring four or five goals might bring temporary happiness, but it wouldn''tst long.


    Facing Bayern Munich in the first half of this match gave them a feeling of matching wits, exhrating them to no end!


    The failure to beat Charlton at home was also due to their gradualck of fighting spirit. When you keep ying against weak teams, it is easy to be too rxed! The excitement of ying against Bayern Munich may have made thempletely ignore Charlton.


    Aldrich was satisfied with the yers'' performance; they were focused and dedicated.


    In his mind, there was only one thought: to defeat the opponent.


    He didn''t make many adjustments, simply urging them to move the ball faster, be more dynamic in their positioning, and boost their confidence in seizing scoring opportunities. Sometimes they just needed to shoot without overthinking. Pursuing overly intricate attacking ys, trying to execute three or four passes before scoring, would onlyplicate things.


    As they emerged from the locker room for the second half, Klinsmann frowned and asked Aldrich, "Why not try concentrating our attacks down one side? We practiced that in training."


    If the front-line attack depended solely on a five-man unit while the holding midfielder and fullbacks provided support, then Millwall would need to enrich their tactical approach.


    In training, Aldrich had pushed them to master the art of deception through shifting tactics. The key was Ronaldinho; if he operated on the left, then Henry and Nedved wouldpress the field on that side. The three would draw defenders, only to quickly transfer the ball to the right for Larsson or have Ronaldinho switch to the right, setting up Nedved for an opportunity while stretching the defense, creating openings in the left space.


    This attacking paradigm was something they had developed in training, but in today''s match, Aldrich was hesitant to implement it.


    "It''s too risky. If the yers don''t time their positions well, it could give Bayern even more chances during counterattacks."


    That was a matter of capability. Both teams were evenly matched, and if Millwall left a gap in their positioning during an attack, it would expose them to a counter, which their opponents would capitalize on.


    Against weaker teams, individual talent could dominate, but Ronaldinho''s ability to interchange with Nedved on the left still needed more experience to refine his game reading and tactical awareness.


    As the second halfmenced, Millwall''s yers showed no signs of fatigue. When Aldrich had posed that question during halftime, they had shed their pressure and forgotten the cutthroat nature of a two-leg knockout tie.


    the opportunity to face a formidable Bayern Munich was rare in their lengthy careers; if they didn''t cherish it, they might regret it forever.


    They were ready to unleash their energy and savor the match!


    In the second half, both teams continued to battle fiercely in midfield, stifling each other''s attacks without yielding better opportunities.


    As the 60th minute arrived, Aldrich gestured to Schneider and Zambrotta, and they understood instantly.


    When a fullback pushed forward, Pirlo had to suppress any thoughts of also joining the attack, while the opposite fullback had to remain alert in defense.


    The change soon proved effective.


    Pirlo received the ball in midfield but was soon pressured by Basler, while Elber rushed in from behind, trying to snatch the ball away. Keeping hisposure, Pirlo elegantly passed to the right, where Schneider made a great run and surged past halfway.


    Lizarazu dropped back to cover the inside, preventing Larsson''s cut inside, while Effenberg was ready to block Schneider and Nedved''s passingnes.


    Schneider drives forward, heading for the 40-yard line, with Larsson dropping in to support. The two work well together, and Henryes to assist. But just when Lizarazu thinks he can sneak up on Schneider and steal the ball from him, Schneider keeps his cool and continues to work with Henry. He rushes to the wing, looks up to see where his teammates are, and crosses.


    This cross doesn''t look urate!


    Instead of crossing into the box, the ball traveled horizontally,nding perfectly between Babel and Kufour, both of whom were clueless as they were focused on Ronaldinho.


    Matth?us and Link stood on the other side, nked by Lizarazu, guarding against Larsson and Henry''s cuts.


    Jeremies hadn''t expected Schneider''s cross to bypass the area entirely, and as he turned to chase it, Effenberg''s shouting pierced through.


    "Mark him!"


    Effenberg was originally stationed right between Nedved and Schneider, ready to snuff out their ground game. But then, Schneider''s cross went behind him! In a panic, Effenberg turned to find Nedved, only to realize that Nedved had already burst into action��he was much quicker and poised to pounce on the ball!


    Jeremys took a look and realized that it was toote for him to intercept the ball, so he turned to Nedved, ready to stop Nedved from breaking through or passing the ball.


    But the powerhouse Nedved continued his run, perfectly timing his steps as the ballnded. Without waiting for it to drop, he nted his foot and unleashed a powerful shot!


    Kahn felt a shiver run down his spine, as both Effenberg and Jeremies blocked his line of sight. By the time he saw the ball, his pupils dted, and after moving two steps to the left, he leaped, stretching his body to the limit, his left hand reaching for the ball, resembling a desperate attempt to touch the extremes of the sky!


    As Nedved shot, his eyes shone with fierce determination.


    When Schneider passed the ball, it drew an arc in the air, and some Lions fans in the stands sighed in disappointment, as they felt that Schneider''s pass was a mistake.


    But suddenly, Nedved thundered in from the trajectory of the ball, leaving Effenberg and Jeremies with no chance. He struck the ball with tremendous force; it appeared to shoot straight up into the sky, only to descend rapidly, forming a parabolic arc so exquisite that even the most skilled artist couldn''t capture its dramatic rise and fall.


    On the sidelines, Aldrich gazed intently, the distant scene seemingly slowed down. He could almost see Kahn pushing himself to the limit, his left hand a mere centimeters away from the upper left corner of the goalpost. The Lion King, Kahn, roared in fury, exuding an unmatched intensity. Yet, the ball slipped through his fingertips and crashed into the corner of the!


    Wembley erupted as if an atomic bomb had exploded. The stands were packed, with 90% of the spectators being Lions supporters. They witnessed this historic goal, and excitement surged through the crowd as they rose to their feet, cheering wildly��a blue ocean of fans hade alive!


    "Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow! A sensational world-ss strike! Millwall has broken through Bayern Munich''s defenses, with Nedved defeating the new German national team goalkeeper, Kahn! The way that ball flew was reminiscent of a meteor plummeting to Earth from space! At first nce, you might think it was headed for the stands, but then it dropped mid-flight, nestling into the bottom corner of the goal! Millwall leads Bayern Munich 1-0!"


    After scoring, Nedved raised his fists and opened his arms in pure ecstasy as he sprinted towards the corner g, repeatedly pumping his fists towards the fans in the stands.


    His teammates rushed over to surround him, united in a primal roar of celebration.


    They shared amon belief: to defeat Bayern Munich, step into Camp Nou, and defend their title in the UEFA Champions League!

 Chapter 396: Defeating Strong Adversaries

    <h4>Chapter 396: Defeating Strong Adversaries</h4>


    Aldrich dropped to his knees, raising his arms in celebration as the goal unfolded before his eyes.


    What a stunning goal!


    What an absolute treat it was to witness such brilliance from the sidelines��a real moment of magic.


    Nedved''s explosive strike was powerful and incredibly well-angled, with Kahn nearly managing to save it. It was astonishing; Nedved shot from the left side of the penalty area, curling the ball into the top right corner. Kahn''s reaction was almost godlike, but in this battle of legends, the warrior Nedved outshone the goalkeeper Kahn.


    As the celebration concluded, Aldrich quickly gestured to Schneider and Zambrotta, signaling them to hold back and refrain from pushing forward too eagerly.


    In truth, during thatst offensive y, Aldrich''s attention had not been on his own team''s attack before Schneider''s cross.


    As the head coach overseeing the match from the sidelines, he was more focused on the movements of the opposing yers. Given that both teams needed to immediately stifle each other''s attacks today, his concentration was heightened.


    Once Schneider provided the assist, Aldrich spotted Elber and consciously shifted to the left side, right into the zone where Schneider was defending as a full-back. Although Pirlo aimed to slide over to the right nk after the pass, Aldrich questioned whether he could keep up with Elber or intercept a pass effectively. Should Pirlo cover the right side, central defense would be weak with only Mak��l��l�� remaining. Each part of the defense is interconnected; a single slip can lead to major consequences. Bayern Munich''s extensive experience suggested that if Millwall''s offense faltered, their counterattack would likely originate from the left.


    Had there not been a goal, Aldrich might have taken a risk, but now that his team was leading, he had to be more cautious. Ignoring obvious vulnerabilities would be unwise.


    Hitzfeld remained seated on the bench, his expression serious, but the situation had not yet be dire.


    With Milwall leading 1-0, Bayern Munich could ept this scoreline if it held till the final whistle.


    In this scenario, despite Milwall''s advantage, Bayern Munich''s defense remained solid.


    The previous goal couldn''t bepletely attributed to chance or luck, but replicating it would be nearly impossible.


    Generally speaking, goals are the result of cumtive advantages. If we roughly define scoring opportunities by their probabilities, lower- to mid-tier teams might have about a 10% chance, meaning they could score one goal from ten chances. Upper-tier teams might see this increase to 15%, while top-tier teams have probabilities exceeding 20%.


    In the case of Nedved''s recent goal, it was at most a 5% opportunity. If the y were to restart 20 times, regardless of how it unfolded��be it a shot, a dribble after stopping the ball, or a pass��he might only seed once. However, none of that matters now, as he has already found the back of the.


    Aldrich was curious to see how Bayern Munich would respond to being behind. Would they push up their formation and sacrifice some defensive depth for offense?


    Disappointingly, they did not. The tactical discipline of German teams is unquestionable; Bayern Munich, given their dominance in the Bundesliga, was fully prepared for this match. Even after falling behind, their defense remained imprable.


    The goal seemed to have little impact on the game; both teams remained locked in a fierce battle in midfield. At this point, it was all about mental fortitude. Though Milwall was ahead, anypse in concentration could open the door for Bayern Munich. If Bayern lost heart or fell out of sync tactically, any cracks could give Milwall the opportunity to extend their lead.


    As seconds ticked away, the match became a test of who could stayposed and focused. A mistake from either side could result in irreversible consequences.


    Bassler curled a long-range shot that Butt brilliantly deflected!


    "Bassler unleashed a sudden strike, but Butt, the fellow German, denied hispatriot''s attempt. The angle of this attempt mirrored that of Nedved''s goal, both aimed directly at the corners of the goal. The only difference was that Bassler''s shotcked some power; had it been stronger, it''s uncertain whether Butt would have managed to make the save."


    Three minutester, Ronaldinho roamed into midfield, and as he received the ball in front of Jeremies, he unleashed another high-quality long shot, which Kahn also fended off.


    Ronaldinho sighed, having had his fourth shot on target today saved by Kahn.


    "Both goalkeepers have been exceptional today. Bayern Munich had seven attempts on target, all expertly dealt with by Butt, while Milwall had eleven shots, with Kahn making ten saves. The only one he couldn''t save was Nedved''s glorious strike. That goal was beyond any goalkeeper''s reach."


    "I think this reflects both teams'' struggles to prate dangerous areas for shots. Most of the attempts were from distance; while the shots were decent, the distance allowed goalkeepers more time to react. But it''s undeniable that these two German goalkeepers were the stars of this match."


    Even in thest five minutes of the match, Bayern Munich''s yers showed no sign of slowing.


    Aldrich knew that the German team, known for its toughness, would never have any endurance problems.


    But this is rtive. Ten yearster, although the German national team is full of talent and creativity, it may appear a little weak. At critical moments, the mental strength is insufficient, the physical problems are prominent, and the main yers are in trouble in the 70th and 80th minutes, which is in sharp contrast to the current German team.


    Of course, this change cannot be overly criticized. It is unrealistic to ask a team to have both iron blood and romance.


    In the final minute of stoppage time, Larsson unexpectedly dribbled past Lizarazu on the right wing and, after breaking to the byline, delivered a powerful low cross.


    Kahn stood frozen on his line, hesitant to make a y. For Millwall, this chance arrived like a bolt from the blue! Ronaldinho, however, was a step too slow at the back post. Heunched himself forward in a desperate attempt to score, colliding with the ball but missing it by inches. He could only watch in dismay as the ball skidded past his feet, sending a shiver of panic through Kahn and the Bayern defenders.


    "Ronaldinho copsed onto the pitch, covering his face in frustration over that brilliant chance gone awry. The referee finally blew the whistle, sealing a 1-0 victory for the defending champions against Bayern Munich at home! This sets them up beautifully for the final, marking their second consecutive trip there. When you think back tost year''s knockout stages��beating Juventus 2-1 at home and drawing 0-0 with Monaco��it''s clear that today''s win is a huge step up against a tough opponent! Millwall has set themselves up nicely for a chance to make it to Camp Nou."


    As the match ended, Aldrich walked over to shake hands with Hitzfeld. Bayern''s yers hurried off the pitch; it wasn''t yet time for jersey exchanges. They''d save that for after the second leg.


    Milwall''s yers thanked the fans in the stands, while Aldrich headed to the post-match press conference.


    Fleet Street is bursting with pride over Millwall''s victory today! This club has been on a rampage, taking down top teams in the league and even toppling heavyweights in Europe like Barcelona, Real Madrid, Inter Mn, Juventus, Monaco, and Paris Saint-Germain! They''ve only faced Borussia Dortmund among Bundesliga teams in the European Super Cup, but today at Wembley? They took down Bayern Munich! This isn''t just about getting a step closer to the final.


    Millwall have loudly dered themselves on the European stage and have proven their quality with a series of impressive performances against the Bundesliga''s best teams!


    The question remains, how much longer will it take for Millwall to hold their head high and ascend to a position of prominence in European football, announcing their transformation from a strong team to a formidable powerhouse?"


    "Aldrich, congrattions to you and your team! Today''s victory is crucial for Milwall. Could youment on both teams'' performances?"


    David Miller from *The Times* first congratted Aldrich.


    Aldrich maintained a calm expression, saying, "As everyone saw, it was a high-level match with few goals��only one. But if you were a spectator, you''d lose track of time watching, even wishing the game could go on indefinitely, holding onto that suspense. Milwall and Bayern both disyed high tactical quality; we mutually restricted each other''s attacks. Once limited, we sought changes to shift the dynamics, leading to a chess match in which strategies were constantly adjusted. The game was rich in various exciting confrontations."


    "But Bayern Munich ultimately lost, and with both sides exceeding 30 shots, it seems the mutual limitation wasn''t effective enough," Richard from *The Daily Mail* questioned, his confusion evident. David Miller subtly shook his head, suggesting the question was somewhat simplistic.


    Aldrich responded earnestly, "Looking at the stats, one might think it was a free-for-all, our finishing abilities both woefully low��over thirty shots resulting in just one goal. Nevertheless, that''s not the case; both teams struggled to create clear-cut chances. Under such constraints, no one got to enjoy perfect scoring opportunities; thus, the shooting chances boiled down to the need for a better execution on fewer than 10% chances, with goalkeepers performing steadily. As for Milwall winning, Nedved''s goal is one that fans will cherish for some time toe. Still, that opportunity was simr to Basler''s long-range shot or Effenberg''s angled attempt. The only difference is Nedved showcased a striking caliber that transcended even world-ss forwards. I admire his goal but won''t naively assume Milwall will score in the same vein ten more times if given the chance."


    "Do you consider a 0-0 draw would have been the fairest oue?"


    "Certainly not. The two teams were evenly matched, and I was satisfied with Milwall''s determination and performance. Even a 0-0 result would have been eptable, but with Nedved scoring an exceptional world-ss goal, he surprised both me and the fans. It''s challenging tobel a match with ''fair'' because sometimes results defy logic��some teams hit thirty shots without scoring, while others may only shoot once within 90 minutes yete away with a victory. I don''t dwell on whether a 1-0 scoreline is fair; my yers maintained excellent spirit and focus from start to finish. We earned that victory, and now we must look to the future. That''s all there is to it."


    Aldrich leading Milwall to a 1-0 win over Bayern Munich made headlines in the next day''s British football news. Anticipation was high for Manchester United as they prepared to face Juventus the following day, with everyone hoping they''d return with a solid first-leg result to meet Milwall at the Camp Nou.

 Chapter 397: Four Teams, One Crown

    <h4>Chapter 397: Four Teams, One Crown</h4>


    The next day Old Trafford.


    Aldrich sat upright in the stands, impably dressed, alongside the simrly young Vis-Boas.


    The first leg of the UEFA Champions League semi-final between Manchester United and Juventus was about to kick off.


    As the television broadcast camera caught sight of Aldrich in the stands, thementators quickly took notice.


    Andy Gray even joked: "Hall seems full of confidence after the 1-0 win over Bayern Munich. He''s here now to look for potential opponents for the final! Come to think of it, yesterday''s semi-final result was better than any they''ve had in the past against Monaco or Juventus. Last time they visited Germany, they swept away Dortmund. Clearly, Hall feels he''ll have the upper hand in the second leg at Munich''s Olympic Stadium."


    Aldrich''s presence at Old Trafford to watch the game wasn''t just for scouting potential final opponents; that was still a distant thought. The real suspense was whether they could ovee Bayern Munich first.


    However, he was indeed there to observe Manchester United, as he needed to make a bold decision: whether to deploy substitutes in the FA Cup semi-final.


    The FA Cup semi-final was scheduled for midweek, following the first leg of the Champions League semi-final. This posed a significant physical challenge to his starting lineup. With three titles on the line, Aldrich needed to be meticulous in his tactical approach.


    Meanwhile, about an hour''s drive away in Liverpool, at Mnie''s home, her brother was cursing Manchester United''s performance while watching the game. When he spotted Aldrich at Old Trafford, he shouted upstairs, "Sister, Aldrich is in Manchester!"


    Mnie, expectant and ready to give birth in less than three months, appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down at the living room in surprise. "Did he call you?"


    "No, he''s on TV, watching Manchester United at Old Trafford."


    Fuming, Mnie turned and stormed back into her room, mming the door behind her.


    It hurt her that, despite being less than an hour away, Aldrich hadn''te to see her.


    However, both of them were still in a standoff, neither willing to back down orpromise; Mnie had no reason to me Aldrich either.


    Vis-Boas sat next to Aldrich, relentlessly seeking advice on various aspects of the match. Aldrich patiently responded to his inquiries. At Old Trafford, Manchester United conceded the first goal, as Conte''s stunning strike delivered a crushing blow to the hearts of all Red Devils fans.


    "Manchester United is in trouble," Vis-Boas remarked.


    Without missing a beat, Aldrich replied, "This squad, shaped by Ferguson, is at its peak. They''re at that sweet spot in terms of average age, with experience from high-levelpetitions and a mature team chemistry. What''s the most frightening part of this? Do you know?"


    "What?" Vis-Boas asked with curiosity.


    "Their mentality! The resilience! That matters far more than paper strength. Many star-studded teams crumble after conceding the first goal, but look at Manchester United; they show no signs of backing down. Their unbeaten run over the past two months has been stunning."


    In a nutshell, it came down to mentality, something Aldrich struggled with every season.


    Millwall saw old yers leave and new onese in every year, particrly young talents. While developing their technical skills could follow a routine pace, nurturing their mental resilience was far more challenging. Luckily, with Nedved, Southgate, and Larsson, three captains to lead the way, Aldrich couldn''t imagine what would have happened if they hadn''t remained with the team over the years. Even with numerous young talents, they wouldn''t have fared well in critical matches without that mental toughness!


    At Old Trafford, Manchester United equalized in the 91st minute thanks to Giggs'' goal, ending the first leg with a 1-1 result at home.


    Although Ancelotti, stepping in for Lippi at Juventus, felt disappointed after conceding, he still had reasons to be happy; they not only avoided a loss in the first leg but also secured an away goal, giving Juventus a very optimistic outlook towards reaching the final.


    Once the Manchester United game concluded, the tide turned in Fleet Street; Manchester United was now seen as underdogs while Millwall gained traction. With both Premier League teams having yed their first legs at home, with United drawing and Millwall winning, the prospect of Millwall reaching the final seemed much greater, and the call for an all-English war began to fade.


    Over the weekend, as the Premier League''s 33rd round rolled in, Aldrich led his main squad into battle against Martin O''Neill''s Leicester City.


    While Aldrich and O''Neill were friends off the pitch, on the field, they were ruthless rivals.


    Leicester City, under O''Neill, had unfortunately lost to Tottenham in the League Cup final earlier that season. However, they still had a chance to vie for a UEFA Cup ticket in the standings. O''Neill continued his traditional approach, allowing his team to y defensively and counterattack at home.


    Millwall, still feeling the effects of their intense midweek Champions League sh with Bayern Munich, performed poorly, leading to a disappointing 0-0 draw.


    Aldrich maintained hisposure post-match, shaking hands with O''Neill.


    Both left the pitch somewhat discontented.


    After all, they both wanted to win.


    In the same round, Millwall received a piece of good news and some bad news.


    Manchester United also struggled with the effects of ying in Europe, drawing 0-0 against relegation-threatened ckburn, which meant Millwall maintained their two-point lead over United.


    However, both Chelsea and Arsenal managed to win in their local derbies.


    Chelsea triumphed over Wimbledon with a 2-1 victory away.


    Arsenal secured a 3-1 win at White Hart Lane!


    The race for the Premier League title had taken on a curious turn.


    Millwall held the top position, two points ahead of Manchester United, Chelsea, and Arsenal!


    With just five rounds left in the league, who dared to say Millwall was the favorite to lift the trophy now? They still had to face Chelsea and Arsenal directly, and while they enjoyed home advantage, they had to juggle their Europeanmitments too!


    Fleet Street was buzzing with excitement!


    In the nation''s most scrutinized sport, the top league experienced such chaotic scenarios, igniting the nerves of countless people. Even if the press merely reported trivial matters, sales would soar.


    Strangely enough, the managers of the top four teams seemed indifferent to the title race, discreetly maintaining a low profile.


    No one was attempting to put pressure on their opponents; it felt like an unseen battlefield.


    The reason was simple: two tigers vying for dominance, and their opponents were clear. With four teams grappling for supremacy, it didn''t matter if it was Aldrich, Ferguson, Wenger, or Vialli; who were they ying psychological games against?


    At this point, it wasn''t about taking down the opposition.


    It resembled how Ferguson shattered Keegan to the point of mental copse, leading to Newcastle''s downfall. Who did Ferguson hope would copse now?


    All we can do now is focus on our own work, make sure the team is fully engaged in the game and avoid mistakes.


    Everything depends on who can be more stable.


    The team that makes mistakes will fall behind, and the consequences can be devastating.


    The Champions League will expand to 32 teams next season, and with only three Premier League spots left, no one wants to fucking participate in the Europa League.


    Yet Ferguson still made headlines in the media, but not attacking any specific opponent; his ire was directed squarely at the FA.


    The FA had arranged the FA Cup semi-final between Millwall and Manchester United at Leeds United''s home ground, End Road.


    Ferguson was furious, seeing this as the FA favoring Millwall.


    From a poprity and geographical perspective, it might be seen as neutral for Millwall without any advantage.


    But ying in Yorkshire posed a significant challenge for Manchester United.


    The animosity between Leeds and Manchester United is notorious, stemming not from football but from bloody wars over the throne between Lancashire and Yorkshire centuries ago. This hostility has persisted and manifested in various fields, not limited to football alone.


    No matter how Fergusonmbasted the FA, or even received a fine, the game would still go on as scheduled.


    This season was reaching its final phase, and with each match bing more critical, the sh between Millwall and Manchester United, regardless of their rival, would be a highly sought-after event. One of the teams would inevitably be eliminated from one of theirpetitions after their direct encounter.


    When the Millwall lineup was revealed at End Road, everyone was astonished!


    Manchester United fielded most of their main yers, featuring an impressive attacking line-up.


    Millwall, however, sent out an entirely substitute squad!


    Goalkeeper: Keller.


    Defenders: Mills, Ferdinand, Neil, Ashley Cole.


    Midfielders: Gronkjaer, Gattuso, Lampard, Duff.


    Forwards: Klose, Van Nistelrooy.


    If we look at the tactical setups, both teams are strikingly simr, both fielding a 4-4-2.


    From the arrangement of one attacking and one defending in the midfield, to the roles of the wingers, and the arrangement of the two forwards, it feels almost identical.


    But with Millwall fielding a reserve team, their game n is clearly focused on defense and quick breaks, letting Manchester United take the offensive.


    Aldrich and Ferguson, noted as "ideal adversaries" by the press, stood side by side on the touchline.


    Ferguson waspletely baffled by Aldrich''s intentions!


    By the situation, Millwall should undoubtedly be in a better position than Manchester United.


    Having won the first leg of the Champions League, their spirits were high. Even though they had drawn in the league, Manchester United did too; Millwall remained in the lead.


    In this match, Manchester United was going all out, but it felt like Millwall was hinting at a deliberate surrender.


    Perhaps that wasn''t the case; after all, Arsenal had been taken down by this very lineup at home, hadn''t they?


    Aldrich''s daring choice to go with all substitutes earned him external admiration.


    But if they lost in the semi-finals, he would surely be criticized as a fool.


    His reasoning was quite clear.


    If he sent out all his main yers, it would be detrimental for the uing multipetition battles. The first-team yers had already yed two matches in thest week, necessitating careful management of their stamina.


    Secondly, if Millwallunched an assault, Manchester United''s bnce in tactics would be affected, making it a fierce battle akin to the one against Bayern.


    With United on a two-game winless streak, the unfavorable situation from the first leg of the Champions League would likely distract them. The fact that Millwall deployed substitutes would undoubtedly provoke them intounching an attack.


    Millwall''s substitute formation of 4-4-2 emphasized counterattacking y rather than frontal assaults.


    Sure enough, Manchester United rushed forward right from the get-go at End Road, eager to score early and seize control, aiming to conserve energy while wearing down their opponents and achieve maximum results with minimal costs.


    Aldrich, watching the shaky defense from the sidelines as Yorke and Cole were lively, remained calm.


    Ferdinand and Mills had progressed remarkably this season, disying leadership traits. The more they faced high-level strikers, the quicker they would develop.


    This kind of match was also what Gattuso and Lampard needed.


    In the first few minutes, Manchester United''sbination of wing and central attacking tactics hadn''t yielded significant results. The effort was loud but ineffective, producing more flowers than fruit.


    Beckham''s crosses were now deemed masterss.


    His crosses were no longer just aimed for a forward''s head but directed to lead forwards to score!


    However, the partnership of Ferdinand and Neil in central defense proved to be very solid,pressing their inner defense to deny the adversary any opportunities, especially Ferdinand, who was in ster form today.


    Seeing his team withstand Manchester United''s attacking pressure, Aldrich disyed an approving expression. His gaze intensified with determination.

 Chapter 398: Triple Crown Glory

    <h4>Chapter 398: Triple Crown Glory</h4>


    In this FA Cup semi-final, Millwall and Manchester United had the same goal: to settle matters within 90 minutes. In the knockout stage, if the score was tied after 90 minutes, it would go to extra time rather than a rey.


    Neither team wanted to extend the match into extra time, even though Millwall was fielding a reserve squad.


    Inevitably, pressure leads to slips, and Manchester United was no exception.


    After attacking relentlessly for 30 minutes without scoring, Millwall seized an opportunity in the 32nd minute.


    A long clearance from Neil was intercepted by Klose, who turned andid it off diagonally to Gronkjaer on the nk. With a powerful sprint, Gronkjaer took the ball and charged down the wing. As Butt came to defend against him, he passed it centrally to Lampard, who quickly returned it to Klose. Without breaking stride, Klose pushed the ball into space behind the defense.


    Van Nistelrooy was level with Stam, but while Stam had to turn, Van Nistelrooy maintained his forward pace, sessfully evading the offside trap. He calmly slotted the ball into the near post, leaving Schmeichel powerless as he dove.


    Millwall took a 1-0 lead over Manchester United.


    "Van Nistelrooy has scored! Millwall opens the scoring!"


    Fans at End Road, supporting The Lions, erupted in jubtion, and some even began chanting for a treble!


    If Millwall could defeat Manchester United today, the prospects ahead looked bright.


    Ferguson''s expression darkened on the sidelines.


    He realized that he and Wenger might have made the same miscalction. Both had been fooled by Millwall''s use of substitutes.


    Even as reserves, Millwall''s yers were fiercelypetitive, capable of holding their own. Particrly, Aldrich had tailored a defensive counter-attacking tactic for them, ensuring reliable performances. Conversely, if theymitted to an aggressive attacking style, they risked being overwhelmed by stronger teams.


    Ferguson cursed under his breath.


    Damn it, I should have brought Van Nistelrooy to Manchester United sooner!


    Watching Van Nistelrooy celebrate after scoring, Ferguson felt a mix of envy and irritation towards Aldrich.


    Such an outstanding striker is not even in the starting lineup at Millwall? This is so strange!


    Had Manchester United signed him before this season''s breakout, Ferguson might have reaped rewards. But now, without a starting position, Van Nistelrooy preferred to be a substitute at Millwall, where at least he yedfortably, evidenced by Klose''s assist��clearly, they had a telepathic connection.


    Aldrich felt conflicted over Van Nistelrooy.


    With the starting lineup injury-free, Van Nistelrooy had to settle for a ce on the bench.


    As he aged, Van Nistelrooy''s desire for a starting position grew more intense.


    Keeping him would lead to locker room problems sooner orter - which is thest thing Aldrich wants to see.


    But letting him go raised the question��where would he end up?


    Lower-tier teams were beneath Van Nistelrooy''s aspirations. Aldrich secretly hoped that a top club abroad woulde calling, sparing him the pain of facing Van Nistelrooy every season in the Premier League.


    After all, before this, yers such as Vieira, Pires, Stam, Toni, Gudjohnsen and others had left Millwall and made their mark in the Premier League, creating some powerful opponents for Millwall to a certain extent!


    After conceding that goal, Ferguson instructed his yers.


    They had to keep attacking; to retreat now would mean conceding defeat.


    But the attacking and defensive systems needed to be bnced. They couldn''t be caught off-guard by counter-attacks like earlier when they faced Arsenal. Giving opponents vast spaces for counter-attacks allowed them to exploit weaknesses, with rapid, precise ground passes cutting through the defense, leaving them exposed.


    After adjustments, Manchester United slowed the game down a bit, reinforcing their midfield and building pressure on Millwall.


    However, Millwall''s defense was rock-solid, allowing nothing through to the opposition.


    With a 1-0 lead, Millwall entered the locker room at halftime.


    Aldrich praised the team''s performance and urged them to keep pushing in the second half.


    Before leaving the locker room, the team rallied with a loud cheer of "Take down Manchester United!" to lift their spirits.


    As luck would have it, Aldrich crossed paths with Ferguson in the tunnel, and Ferguson, with a hint of annoyance, said, "What''s with Millwall trying to y like Arsenal? What happened to your old 4-3-3?"


    Aldrich couldn''t help butugh at that. After all, Millwall''s 4-3-3 had been absolutely lethal in ''97 when they won the league, and the current squad yed the same way. It seemed everyone had pped a 4-3-3 tag on Millwall!


    Walking alongside Ferguson, he raised an eyebrow and quipped, "When I started coaching in ''94, we were a solid 4-4-2. While I was all about counter-attacks, Arsenal was still stuck with five at the back. So why are you saying I copied Arsenal?"


    Ferguson fired back sharply, "Sure, you yed 4-4-2 in your first Premier League game at Old Trafford in ''95. Bute on, does that 4-4-2pare to what you''ve got now? You guys were like fearless warriors back then, and now? You look like a chap who''s had a��let''s say, a ''procedure''��lost all his manly spirit!"


    Aldrich wasughing so hard he could almost shed tears. "I have to say, 4-4-2 is just a formation; the real key lies in how you execute your tactics. Sure, our bench and the way we set up the midfield to copse and counterattack might seem a bit cunning."


    "But look at the results!" Aldrich continued, "Arsenal have conceded nearly 20 fewer goals than United this season!"


    "True," Ferguson replied, "but United has scored 20 more goals than Arsenal!"


    "Then why do you have the same points in the league?" Aldrich retorted. "Do you really think you can look down on Arsenal?"


    Ferguson was silent.


    Once they exited the yer tunnel and parted ways, Ferguson suddenly turned, ring at Aldrich.


    Damn it! I''m criticizing Millwall''s tactics today!


    Aldrich was sly beyond measure, diverting the topic!


    Feeling upbeat while coaching from the sidelines, Aldrich noticed that Manchester United had not lost theirposure in the second half.


    This steady resilience was rare. To Aldrich, a team''s strength wasn''t just about how many goals they scored or conceded, but rather how they maintained theirposure in the face of adversity. Thatposure was a direct reflection of their true capabilities.


    The stands at End Road seemed to be filled with local supporters, as loud chants reverberated through the air.


    It was a song both Manchester United and Leeds United fans sang, directly aimed at each other.


    Aldrich scanned the crowd and noted that Millwall seemed to have gained a slight advantage from this neutral ground.


    However, he felt that the Leeds supporters might be doing more harm than good by being present!


    The chants were adrenaline boosters for the Manchester United yers!


    Unsurprisingly, Manchester United intensified their efforts, but their strategies became rigid. Beckham''s crosses found good spots, but they were stifled by Ferdinand and Neil. Scholes'' long-range shots consistently fell short.


    Time ticked away.


    In the 75th minute of the second half, Aldrich substituted Duff for Van der Meyde.


    It seemed that Millwall was on track to secure a narrow victory and advance to the final. However, in the 88th minute, Giggs stepped up. He picked up the ball on the left nk, cut inside, and smoothly weaved past Lampard before deftly dodging Mills'' challenge. His rhythm was impable as he surged into the box, executed a sudden stop and turn, and cleverly evaded Ferdinand, distracted by Cole''s forward run. With a tight angle, he unleashed a powerful shot into the!


    "An extraordinary disy by Giggs! He weaved through three defenders to score a stunning goal��Giggs has saved Manchester United!"


    Aldrich, witnessing the goal conceded, let out a resigned chuckle, pping his hands to rally his yers and refocus their spirits.


    Giggs'' goal was reminiscent of Nedved''s stunning strike in the Champions League, a feat that is almost impossible to replicate. It is simr to Maradona''s iconic goal after dribbling past five defenders. Such performances are moments of pure brilliance, inspired by the intensity of the battle. Especially when breaking through, every change of direction, eleration, touch and evasion is almost an instinctive decision. Don''t forget, it also requires the opponent''s movements to be perfectly coordinated. Even if you let Giggs try this goal 10 times, he may not be able to guarantee another goal.


    Aldrich wasn''t disheartened; although he''d prefer not to go to extra time, if it came to that, so be it. The longer the game dragged on, the more it favored Manchester United, especially with their league and Champions Leaguemitments.


    Ferguson pped for Giggs'' goal, but his joy faded within a minute.


    As Millwall restarted the game, Manchester United pressed forward, only to find Millwall calmly passing the ball around. Van der Meyde received a pass from Lampard and immediately sent a through ball to Klose.


    Klose controlled the ball and turned, brushing past Butt, who was out of position and instinctively lunged for the ball. Klose smoothly slipped around him.


    As he advanced, Klose assessed Van Nistelrooy''s positioning. Stam and Johnson were heavily marked, all believing Klose would pass, as had been his tendency.


    But realizing there was no one challenging him for the ball, Klose made a decisive run, aggressively splitting between Stam and Johnson.


    Both defenders were caught off-guard.


    That towering figure suddenly burst forth with surprising speed. Johnson couldn''t catch up, and Klose fired a shot that pierced through Schmeichel''s fingers.


    "Unbelievable! Less than a minute after Manchester United scored, Millwall scored again - 2-1! Klose scored a goal for Millwall! What happened to Manchester United''s defense? Butt, Stam and Johnson - one of them was easily broken, and when Klose strode into the penalty area, the two central defenders stood there stupidly! Seriously, what were they thinking? Didn''t they want to y overtime?"


    After scoring, Klose raced to the sidelines to celebrate with a flip.


    Aldrich was stunned.


    He had been preparing to make a substitution for extra time, thinking about bringing on Pedretti for Gronkjaer.


    The goal was utterly unexpected, and Aldrich looked astonished.


    Once he regained hisposure, he still made the substitution��this change was purely tactical to waste time and shore up the defense.


    However, he substituted Klose off for Pedretti.


    Ferguson''s expression darkened.


    Damn it! Klose''s goal rendered Giggs'' equalizer worthless.


    What on earth is happening?


    Why does Millwall have so many quality forwards?


    That big Germand is quite the yer! His technical ability is top-notch, and his teamwork ismendable. Thatst breakthrough into the box was smooth as silk!"


    Millwall''s forward line is set for the next decade!


    While Ferguson urged his yers to push harder for another goal, he cursed Aldrich inwardly.


    How strange! Millwall isn''t even a big club, yet theyfortably thrive in yer selection better than any of the so-called giants.


    Despite a full-on assault towards the end, Manchester United couldn''t find a second goal. Beckham''s final-minute shot grazed the post.


    "Millwall has defeated Manchester United 2-1 in the FA Cup semi-final! They are headed to the final to face Newcastle United for this season''s FA Cup title! With the league lead secured and having advanced in the Champions League, Millwall''s fans can dream of a treble. Should they aplish this feat, they would undoubtedly be the most sessful club in Ennd''s history in a single season!"

 Chapter 399: Mind Games

    <h4>Chapter 399: Mind Games</h4>


    After defeating Manchester United in the FA Cup semi-finals and advancing to the final, calls from the British media for Millwall to seize the treble are growing louder. As the season draws to a close, there are only two teams in Europe with a realistic chance of winning the treble: Millwall and Bayern Munich.


    Millwall clinched the treble two years ago, but at that time, the Europeanpetition they won was the less prestigious UEFA Cup Winners'' Cup. External observers believe this year is Millwall''s best chance to reach new heights; if sessful, Aldrich Hall would join the ranks of legendary coaches.


    In the past, Aldrich would have focused heavily on the team''s mentality, but now it doesn''t seem necessary. yers like Ronaldinho, who can swing between emotions, have their experienced teammates to help keep them grounded.


    Larsson, Nedved, and Southgate all exhibit a calm demeanor. During breaks in practice, they sit on the sidelines, sharing insights with the younger yers. They''ve rushed for honors and tasted the bitterness of failure. The memory that haunts them most is from their first Premier League season: while everyone remembers Manchester United''seback against Newcastle United, only Millwall fans and those yers remember having the title within their grasp, even with better chances than Manchester United, only to copse under pressure in the closing stages of the league.


    The older yers, adorned with honors, reflect on those times with nostalgia, but that experience has helped them maintain theirposure in simr situations since then. Their advice to the younger yers is simple: forget everything, train normally, y seriously, and hold back the excitement until the end of the season when they can let it all out.


    Next week, Millwall will head to Munich, so during the weekend league match, Aldrich sends out a substitute team, even after their recent match against Manchester United.


    "I''m more focused on our uing second leg against Bayern Munich. Derby? Do they want a ce in next season''s Europa League? Frankly speaking, I''m not interested in knowing the answer. That''s another part of the Premier League. I''ve already beaten Arsenal and Manchester United with substitutes. What can Derby achieve at my home ground? I can already predict how the game will go: Derby will line up in a 10-0-0 formation, form an imprable wall in the penalty area and dream of winning with a draw. Can such a team really represent Ennd in the Europa League? Even if they can leave with a point, so what? Middlesbrough and Leicester City are only three points behind them. Can they really continue to rise? I doubt they can even maintain their current eighth ce, let alone surpass Aston Vi or Liverpool."


    Aldrich''smentspletely infuriated Derby County, from the coach down to the yers, all vowing to sabotage Millwall''s title hopes.


    This may be the easiest match Millwall faces in thest five rounds of the Premier League, especiallypared to their uing match against Everton, a relegation-threatened team, which will prove to be more challenging due to the away factor.


    Just a month ago, Derby County was ranked sixth after defeating Liverpool, having secured their ce in the league early on. Suddenly they saw a chance to qualify for Europeanpetition, changing their mindset. However, they then lost dramatically at home to Newcastle, 3-4. Following that, they lost to Manchester United and Leeds, suffering three consecutive defeats until they managed to beat Nottingham Forest, who are nearly relegated, which temporarily stopped the bleeding.


    Overall, Derby still had a chance to regain their ce in the Europa League, and Aldrich deliberately provoked them at this crucial moment. His strategy was not only psychological, but also tactical; by sending out a substitute lineup, it was clearly seen as a contemptuous move by the outside world. Because obviously unlike the cup games against Manchester United and Arsenal - when it was easier to ept losing - at this stage, any mistake in the league could undermine the team''s efforts throughout the season, and sending out substitutes at this time made Derby feelpletely despised.


    Aldrich''s demeanor in the press conference was arrogant and dismissive. Yet in the pre-match meeting, he showed a different face to his yers.


    He emphasized the importance of high tactical discipline. "Counterattack, counterattack, counterattack! No yer can afford to becent."


    If they don''t crush a soft opponent like Derby County, their future could be very unfavorable.


    Before the match started, Aldrich attempted to shake hands with the Derby County coach as a gesture of goodwill, but the other party ignored him. He didn''t mind, in fact, he felt pleased. The opponent''s anger meant a good sign!


    He isn''t afraid of an emotional rival; he findsfort in their visible emotions. What terrifies him are calm,posed opponents, like Lippist year or Heisfeld just before, where you have no clue what they''re really thinking.


    Less than three minutes into the match, Derby County took on an attacking role, eager to im three points at the Den. However, Gronkjaer broke through two defenders on a counter, passing the ball to an unmarked Van Nistelrooy, who calmly scored.


    "Van Nistelrooy! He''s scored 17 times in the league this season��an impressive contender for the Premier League Golden Boot! Remarkably, heted 10 goals in the first half of the season as a starter, and in limited appearances during the second half, he''s been even more effective with regr scoring, even though he''s no longer a starter. With four league games left, he must seize every opportunity to increase his tally! It''s unbelievable that the league''s top scorer can''t secure a starting spot at Millwall with Hall''s team."


    Derby County''s coach was livid, shouting at his yers to step up their game for aeback. Damn it, they''re all substitutes!


    Aldrich remained rxed on the sidelines, joking with Klinsmann. It raised eyebrows��wasn''t he being a bit theatrical, making sure the opposing coach sees his casualness? "Look at me, chatting with my colleague while I still win!"


    Does it make you mad?


    This match would certainly be a painful memory for Derby County and one that Millwall fans would fondly recount as a ssic psychological victory for Aldrich.


    When the final whistle blew, Derby County lookedpletely shattered��coaches and yers alike were downcast. They lost, and let''s be honest, not many had high hopes for them ahead of the match.


    But an 0-8 defeat on the road? That''s a scoreline that will stick with them like a bad smell for eternity! They''ll forever be remembered for this humiliation!


    By the end of the first half, Van Nistelrooy hadpleted his hat-trick. Derby County relentlessly attacked, only to be repeatedly exposed by Millwall''s counterattacks down the nks. Gronkjaer was in fine form; one could easily mistake him for a footballing god based solely on this performance. Each of his long runs sent pulses racing among the spectators, showcasing a thrilling disy of talent.


    In the second half, Derby County beganmitting numerous fouls, which led to injuries for Gattuso and Van der Meyde. They received two red cards and conceded three goals in the final ten minutes of the match as a result.


    Duff scored twice as a substitute, promptingmentators topare him to Manchester United''s Solskjaer. The Norwegian scored four goals in the final ten minutes of the game against Nottingham Forest, ying a major role in United''s 8-1 win. Today, Millwall also beat Derby County 8-0, the biggest margin of victory in the Premier League this season.


    Van Nistelrooy left the pitch with the match ball and notably gave it to Gronkjaer, who assisted him. Van der Meyde, who was injured, and Klose, who also scored and assisted Van Nistelrooy''s hat trick, all signed their names on it.


    He held the ball as he faced reporters in the yers'' tunnel. "Ruud, congrattions, you''ve scored 17 goals in the league, extending your lead over the second ce by at least four goals. Are you satisfied with your performance?"


    Van Nistelrooy smiled and replied, "It was a good day today, especially the feeling of striking the ball. I have to thank my teammates; their selfless assists were crucial to my scoring."


    It was clear to everyone that the entire team worked hard to set Van Nistelrooy up. Gronkjaer had two one-on-one chances against the keeper but chose to pass to Van Nistelrooy.


    "You''re Millwall''s leading scorer, yet you sit on the bench during important matches. Have you talked with Coach Hall? Why doesn''t he trust you in crucial matches?"


    Van Nistelrooy''s smile disappeared. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, not answering before turning away, leaving behind a world of spection.


    Did hemunicate with Aldrich? Yes, but not much.


    Because it wasn''t necessary.


    He doesn''t need to prove his scoring ability to Aldrich; his talent is recognized within the team. The issue lies in his ipatibility with the starting lineup''s attacking setup.


    Van Nistelrooy knows this. Aldrich won''t sacrifice Larsson, Nedved, or Ronaldinho''s scoring ability for the sake of creating a super striker in Van Nistelrooy.


    After rumors about Manchester United''s interest in Van Nistelrooy emerged, he sensed Aldrich''s stance during their brief conversation.


    Millwall wouldn''t show their utmost sincerity to keep him.


    This sincerity isn''t about money; it''s about themitment to make him a starter.


    He''s already prepared to have Andrew help him find a new club after the season ends, but as a striker averaging about one goal per match in a season, his asking price is beyond what most top clubs can afford. And finding a club that suits him and can showcase his talent is quite a challenge.


    In the same round, Manchester United defeated Sheffield Wednesday 3-0 at home, and Arsenal thrashed Wimbledon 5-1 in the city derby. Chelsea stumbled, as Martin O''Neill''s Leicester City held them to a 2-2 draw at Stamford Bridge.


    Meanwhile, Leeds United drew 1-1 against relegation-threatened Charlton, all but ending their title hopes and making it nearly impossible to secure a top-three finish. However, the theoretical chance still exists, depending on the oue of the next league match, which will take them to the Den.


    To prepare for the second leg against Bayern Munich, Aldrich rested his starting lineup for nearly eight days. Finally, the entire team boarded a chartered flight to Munich to gear up for the showdown at the Olympiastadion against Bayern Munich!

 Chapter 400: Munich Showdown

    <h4>Chapter 400: Munich Showdown</h4>


    **Munich, Olympiastadion.**


    The yers stand in the tunnel, awaiting their entrance.


    Here, they can clearly hear the thunderous cheers of Bayern Munich fans in the stands.


    Both teams are brimming with energy and determination.


    Even Ronaldinho, often unppable and carefree, wears a serious expression at this moment. Before stepping out of the locker room, he high-fives every teammate, boosting their spirits with an encouraging touch.


    His eyes reveal a firm belief in pressing forward.


    Last season, Ronaldinho sat on the bench during the Champions League final, having only joined the first team in the second half of the season with few chances to shine.


    This season, however, has seen him rise to prominence, capturing the attention of the entire European football scene. It''s been a year not only for gaining experience but also for showcasing rapid improvement.


    The Brazilian national team has already called upon him.


    In this match, they are determined to seed. As long as they secure at least a draw, they''ll advance to Camp Nou for the final battle in defense of their Champions League title!


    Ronaldinho may not match the fame of many illustrious predecessors, but if he can help Millwall defend their Champions League title as a starter, it could be his moment to solidify his status among the stars of football.


    As the teams enter the pitch, the Champions League theme echoes throughout the stadium.


    Aldrich stands sternly in front of the coaching bench.


    In the pre-match press conference, he underlined the importance of this game, urging yers to forget about their 1-0 advantage and focus entirely on the task ahead. Only by doing so can they leave Munich with joy in their hearts.


    "The second leg of the high-stakes match in the 1998-99 Champions League semi-finals is about to kick off at the Olympiastadion in Munich. Bayern Munich wees the defending champions, Millwall. In the first leg, Bayern Munich suffered a defeat from Nedved''s stunning long-range strike, trailing 0-1 on aggregate. If they want to advance to the final, they must score within the next 90 minutes��there''s no retreat; without a goal, they are out! Both teams field unchanged starting lineups from the first match, deploying their strongest squads:"


    Around 4,000 of the Lions'' fans havee to support Millwall at the Olympic venue. As the team''s performance stabilizes and new talent emerges, the core of the squad disys beautiful y in crucial matches, expanding Millwall''s fan base, with numerous fan organizations forming alliances. Brady''s Roaring Lions fan organization often coordinates among various groups.


    Today, they collectively don the Lions'' blue jerseys in the stands, resembling a blooming blue rose. The singing of 4,000 strong fans can almost rival the Bayern Munich supporters'' enthusiasm.


    This is a tremendous boost for the team ying away.


    Sometimes, in specific environments, yers need the support of the crowd to keep their spirits high and provide the drive to persevere and fight, and the cheers from fans serve as the most direct source of motivation.


    Aldrich''s gaze is sharp; he notices a stark contrast in the demeanor of the Bayern Munich yerspared to two weeks prior.


    While away, they may have appeared slightly cautious, but at home, they seem like warriors of steel, forming a formidable German battle machine.


    This is the nature of football; otherwise, what difference is there between home and away matches?


    Aldrich doesn''t make significant changes to today''s tactics, shifting from 4-3-3 to 4-2-3-1. The core attacking routines remain unchanged; the only difference is that the wingers will retreat more to assist in defense, requiring significant physical exertion. However, he trusts Ronaldinho and Larsson��one filled with fighting spirit and the other battle-hardened, both being the backbone of the team.


    "The game started and Bayern Munich kicked off. From the beginning, Bayern quicklyunched a fast break, with Jancker and Elber sprinting forward to create space for Basler''s pass. A wonderful interception! Makelele prevented Jancker''s pass from entering his defensive area. If that ball had passed, Millwall''s defense would have been in danger. Bayern''s opening style of y seemed a bit reckless, especially against a team like Millwall, a more patient attack was essential."


    Aldrich feels a flutter of nervousness on the sidelines.


    Bayern Munich is trying tounch a blitzkrieg right from kickoff!


    It''s easy to predict this opening. One advantage of ying home is that while the away team may take 10 minutes to adapt to unfamiliar conditions, the home team can hit their peak performance in just 3 minutes.


    During this initial stage, should Millwall focus on maintaining possession to find their rhythm or disrupt the opponent''s attack to regain control?


    Aldrich opts for the former. He believes that hastilymencing counterattacks without finding their rhythm could lead to inefficiency and disconnection among yers when running forward to press.


    Millwall yers execute the tactical demands well, stabilizing their formation by shifting the ball around and adapting to the pitch dimensions, particrly the slight differences in length and widthpared to their home ground. Those couple of meters can seem trivial, but they can lead to significant positional adjustments in defense.


    However, as Millwall attempts to stabilize their possession, Bayern Munich aggressively presses forward.


    They know that Millwall likely hasn''t settled in yet; any misy in passing could give them a solid chance. They can''t afford to let Millwall adjust to their best form unchallenged.


    After a wave of Millwall''s offensive efforts, Henry gets outmuscled by Matth?us during a crucial moment. Pirlo''s lofted passcks precision, turning the focus from speed to strength and positioning.


    With sessful obstruction of Millwall''s attack, Bayern swiftlyunches a counterattack.


    Their lightning-fast approach races through midfield, aiming to shoot whenever an opportunity arises in the front.


    Basler''s long-range shot from outside the box is blocked by Materazzi, deflecting it for a corner.


    "Basler fired a powerful shot from outside the penalty area, but Materazzi blocked it with his legs and the ball flew out of bounds. Bart was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat; he wanted to dive to the right side of the goal, but thanks to Materazzi''s block, the ball was deflected. If the ball had been heading towards the goal, Bart would have been powerless."


    Bayern Munich lines up for a corner kick.


    Basler prepares to take the corner, and the defenders quickly crowd into the box, denying Millwall time for effective marking.


    Basler swiftly delivers the corner��a beautifully curved ball, although its cement appears poor, drifting towards the back post.


    Materazzi marks Jancker closely. Initially, they are contesting near the left side of the goal, but as the ball sails in, Jancker retreats to im the drop zone. Materazzi, despite being at a disadvantage, jumps to interfere with Jancker''s header.


    Yankel headed the ball towards the far post! This was a headache for the defenders! The ball came in from the right side and then bounced back to the left side, flying high. This was a real test for the defenders because they were forced to keep turning and following the trajectory of the ball!


    Southgate watches over Linke while Makelele stays close to the simrly tall Elber.


    Nedved sticks close to Effenberg. When Basler took the corner, Nedved prevented Effenberg from jumping. But as the ball dances across the field, Jancker''s headed flick puts Nedved at a positional disadvantage against the towering Effenberg, who leaps like a powerful beast, unbothered by Nedved''s interference. With his eyes solely on the ball, Effenberg fiercely heads it towards the goal.


    A close-range header!


    Butt leaps, reaching for the ball, but he''s clearly toote...


    "GOAL! Just six minutes in, and Bayern Munich has taken the lead. The aggregate score is now 1-1, putting both teams back on even ground! Jancker''s flick was vital, and Effenberg rises to the asion. Overpowering Nedved, he sts in a header. There was nothing the goalkeeper could do��too close in, and even the gods couldn''t stop it! Effenberg, the rightful leader!"


    Watching Effenberg celebrate wildly with his teammates, Aldrich''s expression darkens, but he gestures with his hands down, trying to signal the yers: "Stay calm, hold steady!"


    Millwall''s yers remain unfazed.


    The match is just back to square one.


    While Bayern have home advantage, Millwall still holds the edge of scoring away. As long as they a goal, Bayern must surpass them in total score to advance.


    Hitzfeld raises his clenched fists in celebration, signaling his yers.


    Aldrich squints in surprise at the champion coach.


    He can''t decipher Hitzfeld''s gestures��only Bayern yers understand what they truly mean; outsiders will never grasp their significance.


    Aldrich is astonished. They''ve just taken the lead and evened the aggregate score, yet so quickly they''re making adjustments?


    For reasons he can''t articte, a chill runs down his spine.


    This match is shaping up to be tougher than he anticipated.


    Aldrich''s instincts prove correct.


    Bayern Munich surprisingly doesn''t press forward aggressively after scoring!


    Instead, they adopt a patient offensive strategy, tightening up their defense. Now, in their own stadium, they seem to perform even better than in the first leg!


    Millwall yers, unfazed by conceding, gradually find their rhythm.


    However, both teams revert to the intensity felt in the first match, fighting for every inch and restricting each other.


    Aldrich can see through Hitzfeld''s strategy.


    With the aggregate score bnced, both teams are back on equal footing.


    Bayern Munich realizes that maintaining their lead without conceding will favor them as time goes on. The physical and psychological demands will weigh heavily, but with the unwavering support of their thousands of fans, they are unlikely to show weakness before Millwall.


    The German machine seeks to draw the match into a test of willpower today.


    Perhaps Hitzfeld fears Millwall''s dazzling attacking lineup, so in defense, they must deploy seven yers: four defenders, Matth?us as a sweeper, along with holding midfielder Jeremies and Effenberg in the middle. These seven will limit Millwall''s offensive capabilities, but in attack, their numbers will be limited. Any chance created, particrly from a Millwall error, gives Bayern a clear path to the Camp Nou.


    Aldrich observes the tense situation on the field, deeply impressed by Hitzfeld''s cunning strategies.


    Millwall''s once unstoppable attacking force faces this iron-willed squad, making chances created limited.

 Chapter 401: The Contest of Willpower

    <h4>Chapter 401: The Contest of Willpower</h4>


    After Bayern Munich scored, both teams settled into a bnced rhythm. Every time an attack made it to the midfield, they encountered the opponent''s tight defense. As the first half was nearing its end, the score was tied at 1-1 on aggregate, with neither side managing to score an away goal.


    Aldrich found himself grappling with a challenging situation today. While he had anticipated the possibility of his team conceding a goal, he never thought it would happen so quickly��less than ten minutes into the match, and they were already level again. The sudden shift left him with a sense of unease.


    The two teams had entered a rhythm of mutual restriction, with the y being more intense and cautious than in the first leg. Opportunities for long-range shots were scarce; everyone was on edge!


    Especially Bayern Munich��if Millwall scored an away goal, they would need to two more to advance, putting them in a tricky position.


    In fact, Millwall was already on the back foot. They were caught in a dilemma; if they didn''tmit more yers forward, they risked being too passive, but if they pushed for an attack, they would be vulnerable.


    Even as Millwall yed conservatively to draw Bayern out, the German side wasn''t falling for it.


    As the first half concluded, Aldrich turned and walked into the yers'' tunnel. The problem he faced was simr to that of Hitzfeld.


    Only by scoring could they hope to eliminate the opponent in regr time.


    However, Millwall''s offensive force consisted solely of five yers; even Pirlo was hesitant to push forward, leaving just four in the attack.


    Bayern relied on Elber, Jancker, Basler, and the tireless Effenberg, yet these four couldn''t make much of a dent in Millwall''s defense.


    To score, they needed to create better opportunities, which meantmitting more yers to the attack. But, of course, that would weaken their defense.


    Aldrich was troubled, lost in thought as he walked forward and nearly collided with a wall.


    He feared this was Hitzfeld''s strategy to lure them into a trap.


    If Millwall pushed forward away from home, support in defense would mainlye from the two full-backs. If those full-backsunched an attack, the defensive gaps would be ringly obvious.


    It wasn''t time to go all-in just yet. Aldrich would dly take risks when necessary, but with the aggregate score tied, Millwall wasn''t on the edge of a cliff.


    In the dressing room, yers were drenched in sweat, quickly losing stamina in this away match.


    Ronaldinho was feeling particrly frustrated. Against Bayern Munich, he was always tightly marked. In thest confrontation, aside from a couple of long-range shots, he had nothing to show. His one-on-one sess rate had sharply droppedpared to his performances in the Premier League, and, in fact, he hadn''t managed a single sessful dribble in the first half!


    Babbel, drawing on experience from previous matches, hadpletely neutralized Ronaldinho.


    Aldrich found little to adjust in terms of tactics. If this werest year''s squad, he might have asked them to y more defensively. But their current attacking system relied on close-knitbination y. If he ordered the team to pull back a bit, they would likely revert to isted individual efforts, which could backfire.


    He stood in the middle of the dressing room, calm and collected, before speaking.


    "The Champions League! The highest honor in European club football! Every team, from the small club to the giants of football, aspires to win this title. Last season, despite huge obstacles, we lifted the trophy with strong will and belief. But don''t think that the trophy will just fall from the sky - every team is fighting hard for it, including Bayern Munich. Today, you will feel Bayern''s strength on the pitch. So, what is our game n? First of all, stay calm and stay focused! Secondly, give it your all - not even for a second! I hope to see the qualities we need in the second half. Bayern yers? They won''t stop unless they really fall to the ground; they won''t give up chasing victory. To beat them, you have to defeat them in will, not just tactics!"


    At this level, there''s hardly any obvious advantage in tactical y; victory relies on mental fortitude.


    Most yers on the pitch understood this well.


    Likest season''sst-gasp win against Juventus, that was about the power of team beliefing through at the final moment.


    And the victory against Monaco to reach the finals came from Monaco''s strategic missteps after a solid first-leg result; had they approached the match as cautiously as Bayern, with a tight defense, no one knows how things might have turned out.


    "Guys, let''s give it our all in the second half. We all want to get to Camp Nou. Bayern does too; theirst title was over twenty years ago, so they might be hungrier. But we''ll show them through our actions that our desire to defend the crown is stronger!"


    Southgate stood up, rallying the team, and everyone nodded, their spirits visibly lifted, as though the fatigue of the first half had vanished.


    In the second half, Aldrich observed Bayern''s changes from the sidelines.


    If there was any change, it was that Bayern''s tactical discipline had tightened. They weren''t getting anxious, and their stability was quite intimidating.


    Although Bayern Munich hadn''t won the Champions League in over twenty years, most of their yers boasted honors on international stages. They had experience andposure, unlike Monaco, who had let their urgency disrupt their mindset.


    "This match has be a battle of stability and mistakes��who can maintain theirposure until the end? To be honest, the excitement level has dippedpared to the first leg. After an hour of y, thebined number of shots from both teams is still under ten. Their focus has shifted to limiting each other''s capabilities, which is understandable. Millwall boasts attacking threats like Henry, Larsson, Nedved, and Ronaldinho, while Bayern possesses dangerous yers like Elber, Jancker, Basler, and Effenberg. Both sides are wary of being exposed through individual errors, leading to a reduction in their offensive efforts. This has also transformed into a psychological duel between Aldrich and Hitzfeld on the sidelines, where they are testing each other''s patience and mental resilience. Who will bend first and make the necessary adjustments? At this stage, any tactical change would be a gamble��it could enhance the chances of victory but also increase the risk of defeat."


    As the minutes ticked away, Aldrich remained poised on the sidelines. He refrained from pacing back and forth; that would only serve to unsettle the yers on the field.


    What was Bayern Munich nning?


    The initial blitz had worked, but what woulde next? They were back to solid defensive counter-attacks, attacking at a slow pace, relying on individual brilliance. Three or four yers working together couldn''t break through Millwall''s defenses, while Millwall struggled to find space to push forward due to Bayern''s solid backline. Matth?us''s standout performance made a difference; in one-on-one battles with Millwall''s attacking yers, he often tilted the scales in Bayern''s favor.


    But so what?


    What was Bayern relying on to advance to the final?


    Aldrich couldn''t predict Hitzfeld''s strategy even until the regr time ended.


    "After 90 minutes, Bayern Munich and Millwall are tied 1-1 on aggregate, leading us into extra time."


    In the first half of overtime, Millwall and Bayern Munich remained locked in a fierce contest, with both teams pushing their physical limits but choosing not to make substitutions.


    There was a hesitation to change, worried that the new yers might struggle to find their rhythm quickly, leading to vulnerabilities in defensive zones.


    As the second half of extra time began, Aldrich''s demeanor suddenly shifted to one of intensity.


    Bayern Munich elerated their efforts,unching a relentless attack!


    The left and right full-backs, alongside midfielders Effenberg and Bazzler,bined with Matth?us and the forward yers, nearly doubled Bayern''s attacking force!


    Aldrich gritted his teeth.


    Was Bayern trying to fully exploit their home advantage?


    In the first half, they had found their rhythm faster and scored a goal.


    After 105 minutes of y, Millwall''s energy reserves were undoubtedly more depletedpared to their opponents. Though they were at their breaking point, the German side was determined to ramp up the pressure through relentless attacking.


    Bayern had lost the first leg and held a significant lead in the league, providing them ample time to prepare for this crucial second match at home. They should hold an advantage in terms of fitness over Millwall.


    Aldrich had put his substitutes on during matches against Manchester United and Derby County, anticipating that this contest might go into extra time and allowing his yers some necessary rest.


    Lizarazu sent a diagonal pass into the box, where Jancker, in a header challenge, was outmatched by Materazzi. After the clearance, Bazzler picked up the ball outside the box and yed it horizontally to the advancing Effenberg, who took a long-range shot. But Butt was well-positioned and dived to gather the ball.


    After a sessful save, Butt quickly got up and sprinted forward, executing a strong overhead throw that sent the ball near the halfway line.


    Larsson charged forward for the ball as Lizarazu sprinted back, but clearly, Lizarazu couldn''t match Larsson''s pace.


    Larsson raced down the wing, executing a clever one-two with Henry in the center, then stormed into the box. He pulled back for Nedved, who unleashed a fierce shot, but it was thwarted by Kuffour''s outstretched leg, going out for a corner.


    Nedved wore a look of disappointment.


    If he had just paused, he might have found a way to shake off Kuffour''s defense, making either a better shot or a more effective pass.


    He was frustrated for failing to convert that chance.


    "Wow, what a transformation as we enter the second half of extra time! Both teams managed a threatening shot in mere seconds."


    Hitzfeld stood up and moved to the sidelines, his expression grave.


    He hadn''t expected the Millwall yers to have such stamina even after 110 minutes of y!


    In thatst attack, Larsson, Henry, Nedved, and Ronaldinho surged forward, outpacing Bayern''s defenders after a long sprint.


    Clearly, he had underestimated them!


    Of course, the schedule in the Premier League is denser than that in the Bundesliga, and these yers had undoubtedly been trained to handle it. Even at their limits, they could still push hard when necessary.


    Aldrich stood with arms crossed at the sideline, contemting whether to make a substitution.


    Pirlo was clearly out of gas; he had just chased Effenberg but failed to block the long-range shot, evencking the energy to make a minimal interception.


    However, considering that the penalty shootout would begin in less than ten minutes, Aldrich hesitated whether to rece him.


    After witnessing the near goal just moments ago, Bayern, while increasing their attacking pressure, was cautious not to ovemit.


    In the final five minutes, both teams began to experience cramps, frequently interrupting the game.


    Seeing this, Aldrich decided to use substitutions to dy the match, preparing for the penalty shootout.


    Lampard came on for Mak��l��l�� as a designated penalty taker; Mills reced the cramping Schneider.

 Chapter 402: Slip of Fate

    <h4>Chapter 402: Slip of Fate</h4>


    As Bayern Munich entered injury time with one minute remaining, they substituted two yers: Scholl and Ziegler.


    Obviously, they came on as substitutes to take the penalty kick.


    "After 90 minutes of regr time and an additional 30 minutes of extra time, the score remains unchanged, and now it''s time for the brutal penalty shootout! This reminds us ofst season''s Champions League final, where Millwall triumphed over Real Madrid 3-0 in the shootout. Hall''s chosen order of penalty takers became a hot topic after that match. How would Millwall perform today at the Olympiastadion in Munich? Bayern Munich boasts home advantage, with tens of thousands of fans putting pressure on their opponents while cheering for them. Can they take another step toward the dream they''ve chased for 23 years?"


    The yers were gearing up for the shootout; substitutes and those who had been substituted came to offer support, while the medical team and masseurs tended to those who had yed intensely for 90 minutes.


    Aldrich was pondering the order of penalty takers.


    This was something that couldn''t be prepared for beforehand. Although they could practice penalties, it was difficult for the head coach to have a definitive list in mind, since yers might not make it through to the final minute, thus disrupting the n.


    Klinsmann spoke to Aldrich with a serious expression. "How about a strategy likest season''s final? If the goalkeeper and defenders score, it will put tremendous pressure on the other side."


    Aldrich nced thoughtfully at Butt, whose demeanor remained calm. He then looked over at Kahn nearby before finally shaking his head. "That might be too risky."


    This unconventional tactic had worked the first time, but Hitzfeld wouldn''t likely underestimate how Millwall would arrange their penalty takers. Last season, Millwall''s order of the goalkeeper, defenders, and midfielders taking penalties had caused quite a stir post-match, bing something of a ssic in tactical discussions.


    Even as the Bayern Munich yers saw Millwall''s lineup for the penalties, they were likely mentally prepared for it.


    Aldrich believes that letting Butt take the penalty kick first will put more pressure on Butt rather than on Bayern Munich.


    In any national team with a top goalkeeper, there are always some outstanding talents forgotten in the shadows. In the national team, Butt always stands in the shadow of Oliver Kahn and Jens Lehmann. Will this have an impact on his mentality? Aldrich really doesn''t know.


    Kahn had just been promoted to the main goalkeeper for the national team this season, riding a wave of confidence, while Butt had enjoyed significant honors with Millwall but remained third choice in the national squad.


    Aldrich finalized the order of penalty takers.


    Before the shootout began, the eleven yers took to the center circle. Butt embraced each teammate as he walked to the goal, while the remaining ten from Millwall stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing solemnly toward the goal.


    On the sidelines, Aldrich called over his coaching staff and medical team, who lined up beside him in solidarity, with the substitutes mirroring their actions.


    This seemed to have be a Millwall tradition.


    As the brutal penalty shootout approached, they would stand together, turning from scattered individuals into a formidable unit, projecting absolute confidence and providing strength to those on the field.


    As Bayern Munich yers approached to take penalties, the stands fell silent, with home fans hoping to minimize distractions for their yers.


    Basler stepped up first.


    With a powerful strike, the ball flew straight into the corner. Butt guessed the right way, but the speed and angle were too much for him.


    "Bayern Munich has made a solid start!"


    A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd, followed by a cacophony of noise aimed at unsettling Millwall''s yers.


    "Who will Millwall send in? Butt? Or maybe Materazzi? Oh, it''s not Butt, it''s Larsson stepping up to take the first penalty."


    With Kahn in front of him, Larsson stepped up confidently and fired a shot into the corner, leaving Kahn going the wrong way.


    "Larsson held his nerve and struck the first blow for Millwall!"


    Scholl scored.


    Henry scored.


    Jankel scored.


    Pirlo scored.


    Matth?us scored.


    Materazzi scored.


    "The first four rounds saw both teams hit all their penalties! Now moving into the fifth round, Bayern Munich''s Effenberg steps up. He was the one who equalized earlier with a header; will he provide another boost of confidence with this penalty?"


    Effenberg stood confidently at the spot. With a powerful, precise shot, Butt again dove the right way, but it was a shot no keeper could save.


    "5-4! Bayern Munich has shifted the pressure entirely onto Millwall. Now, let''s see whoes up for Millwall as theirst shooter��and, unsurprisingly, it''s Nedv��d!"


    Nedv��d didn''t even nce at Kahn; he simply charged forward and struck the ball powerfully into the. Kahn, visibly frustrated, dived correctly this time and managed to touch the ball, but his efforts were in vain as it nestled into the back of the.


    "Both teams scored all five penalties! The penalty shootout continues!!"


    Stepping up for Bayern Munich is Ziegler, their sixth shooter. With a clever feint, he tricked Butt and coolly slotted the ball into the opposite corner.


    Now, it was Millwall''s sixth yer''s turn.


    But no one stepped up.


    "Hey, it''s your turn."


    Southgate gave Ronaldinho a gentle nudge, snapping him out of his daze. Ronaldinho released his teammate''s shoulder and prepared to take the penalty.


    "Wait a second, why don''t I take it?" Southgate proposed, concerned about how Ronaldinho was carrying himself.


    However, Ronaldinho shook his head firmly and began walking step by step toward the penalty spot.


    Following the five rounds of penalties, the rules for the shootout allow yers to step up freely. However, a yer who has already taken a penalty cannot be called upon again until all eleven yers have had their chance.


    Before the shootout began, Aldrich had casually mentioned that if it went to five rounds with no winner, Ronaldinho, Lampard, and Zambrotta could go first.


    His implication was that any of the three could take a penalty; he hadn''t specified an order. But perhaps because he mentioned Ronaldinho first, everyone assumed he had to be the sixth shooter.


    Amidst the raucous atmosphere of the Munich Olympic Stadium, Ronaldinho sauntered up to the penalty spot, cupping the ball affectionately and nting a kiss on it before positioning it for the shot. He backed away a few paces, took his run-up, and struck��goal! The ball bulged the!


    But hang on, the referee''s arm shot up, indicating it was a no-go.


    Ronaldinho''s jaw dropped in disbelief as the referee pointed out that he hadn''t yet blown the whistle.


    Aldrich stared, his heart racing like a drum.


    Ronaldinho had jumped the gun; although his shot found the, it was a ring sign of just how jittery he was!


    Gaining hisposure, Ronaldinho prepared to retake the shot, this time waiting for the referee''s signal.


    As he focused on the ball, the noise from the stands echoed in his ears, and a thousand thoughts raced through his mind.


    Winning the UEFA Champions League��an unparalleled honor, the expectations from his teammates, the support from the fans, and his own shining moment...


    He had to score this penalty, he had to��there was no room for failure.


    As he gathered pace, setting himself up to shoot, the crowd collectively gasped.


    He slipped!


    During the fall, his toe brushed against the ball, sending it rollingnguidly toward the goal. Kahn was momentarily deceived by Ronaldinho''s fall, but he recovered quickly, pivoting to dive and snatch the ball off the line.


    Watching the ball fail to enter the, Ronaldinho felt as though time had stopped. In that chaotic minute, he didn''t even notice the sharp pain radiating from his thigh. None of that mattered; the anguish in his heart eclipsed any physical difort, feeling a thousand times worse.


    The noise around him transformed into an earth-shattering cheer, the jubnt roar of Bayern Munich''s fans celebrating.


    Kahn leaped up and sprinted towards his teammates, rushing past Ronaldinho.


    Ronaldinhoy on his back, hands covering his face, tears streaming uncontrobly through his fingers...


    Self-reproach consumed him, as if a devil was devouring every emotion he felt. A voice echoed in his heart.


    You''ve let everyone down��fans, coaches, teammates!


    yers and coaches from Bayern Munich rushed onto the field, celebrating theireback!


    "The penalty shootout is in the books, and Bayern Munich edges out Millwall in the UEFA Champions League semi-finals with an aggregate score of 1-1, winning the shootout 6-5! That means they''re back in the hunt for the Champions League title after a 23-year gap! Millwall, the defending champions, may have bowed out in the shootout, but what a performance they put in��absolutelymendable! Yes, Ronaldinho missed the pivotal penalty, but hey, he''s just 19! When you think of youthful legends like Henry, Pirlo, Materazzi, Butt, and Zambrotta, Millwall has done exceptionally well. It''s a shame they had to exit in such a dramatic manner, and you have to feel for their fans��they''ll be left with a bittersweet taste."


    In the stands, thousands of Lions fans, after a brief silence, began to sing together.


    In this moment of glory, the fans had created catchy new songs, but now they sang the oldest and most steadfast one.


    "No one likes us, we don''t care! Wherever you are, we''ll stand by you till death..."


    The collective voice of thousands drowned out the celebrations of Bayern Munich''s fans.


    At the moment Ronaldinho slipped, and Kahn saved the ball, Aldrich''spanions all bowed their heads in despair, yet he stood tall, watching the field.


    Bayern Munich celebrated, while many of Millwall''s yers were left on the ground.


    Henry sat hugging his knees, exhaling deeply.


    For two consecutive seasons, he had fallen in the semifinals;st year it was Millwall who bested Monaco, and now Bayern Munich had bested Millwall.


    Zambrotta and Lampard stood silently, heads bowed, while Materazziy on the ground staring at the night sky, remorsefully closing his eyes.


    If only he could have stopped Jankel''s headed assist in the early match, Effenberg wouldn''t have scored!


    Larsson, Nedved, and Southgateforted their teammates.


    As the match concluded, journalists and cameramen surged onto the field, eager to capture the emotions of yers and coaches post-match.


    When a camera lens pointed at Aldrich, he pushed it aside and turned to Hitzfeld, smiling as they shook hands.


    "Congrattions to Bayern Munich on reaching the final; you deserve the victory."


    Hitzfeld was taken aback by the young coach''s grace at this moment, simply saying thank you, unsure of what else to add.


    After congratting Hitzfeld, Aldrich turned and marched resolutely toward the spot where the Brazilian had fallen.


    At that moment, Bayern Munich''s advancement seemed unimportant.


    The live camera focused on Aldrich as he marched toward the fallen figure of Ronaldinho.


    Everyone wondered how he would address Ronaldinho, who had missed the decisive penalty.

 Chapter 403: A Promise in Tears

    <h4>Chapter 403: A Promise in Tears</h4>


    On the afternoon before the second leg of the Champions League semifinal kicked off, the Millwall youth team joined the first team in Munich for a friendly match against Bayern Munich''s youth team. Led by Joe Cole, Vi, Vicente, and Joaquin, the attackpletely overwhelmed Bayern, securing a resounding 5-2 victory.


    Under Nagy''s leadership, the youth team decided against venturing into the outskirts of Munich to seek friendly matches with teams like 1860 Munich. Instead, they took their seats in the stands behind the visiting team''s bench to watch the match. Such an important game deserved their close attention, as it also served as a way for the club to instill a sense of belonging in its young yers.


    However, as they watched their team eliminated by Bayern Munich, disappointment was evident on the young yers'' faces.


    On the pitch, Aldrich approached Ronaldinho, unaware that he had pulled a muscle, assuming he was simply lying on the ground, saddened after missing a penalty. Aldrich bent down and gently pulled Ronaldinho''s hands apart, revealing a tear-streaked face. The radiant smile that once lit up the entire Lions Den was nowhere to be found.


    "Boss, I''m sorry!"


    Ronaldinho recognized how much the entire team valued and anticipated defending their Champions League title, yet he felt he had kicked away everyone''s dreams.


    Aldrich gave him a gentle smile, showing no trace of bitterness. Without saying a word, he lifted Ronaldinho from the ground. But when he saw Ronaldinho struggling to stand on one leg, pain etched on his face, Aldrich realized that he was injured.


    He draped one of Ronaldinho''s arms over his shoulder and supported him as they walked toward the center circle.


    Ronaldinho leaned against Aldrich, tears still streaming down his face, repeatedly apologizing as if he hadmitted an unforgivable mistake. As Aldrich strode toward the center circle, cameras surrounded them, broadcasting live, and audiences at home eagerly awaited the reaction of this young manager.


    Thementator, Martin Tyler, expressed his profound sorrow. "This moment is unfamiliar to us, to Millwall''s fans. It''s not that Millwall never loses; they have fallen short before, even when they were so close to the league title. But today''s defeat is a milestone in Millwall''s history, one that will be etched into the records. Bayern Munich defeated Millwall 1-0 at home, marking Millwall''s first loss in Europeanpetition, in the Champions League! Since embarking on their European journeyst season, Millwall maintained an unbeaten record of 31 matches in the European Cup and the Winners'' Cup. They won the Winners'' Cup in their first season, only drawing once and winning all others. Last season, counting the finals, they had 8 wins and 3 draws from 11 games, with a penalty shootout victory in the final. This season, Millwall had achieved 8 wins and 1 draw in their first 9 Champions League matches! We have reason to tip our hats to Millwall and to Aldrich! They were never favored, even as reigning champions, and the outside world doubted them because they lost many key yers in the summer. Yet, Aldrich quickly molded a new generation of Lions to reach the semifinals, facing Bayern Munich with several World Cup and European Championship winners. Throughout the match, Millwall showed no signs of weakness. It was only in the penalty shootout that they were eliminated, but I believe they will return, they will once again challenge for the Champions League. Never lose faith in Aldrich''s team; they can create miracles and provide the fans with the ultimate enjoyment, writing their ce in football history!"


    Aldrich brought Ronaldinho to the center circle. Facing his head-down, dejected yers, he signaled for the three team captains to help lift those still on the ground. He then waved to the substitutes and those who had been reced to join them. Finally, he pointed to the stands behind the coaching bench, inviting the youth yers to join the huddle.


    The security staff hesitated but ultimately allowed the youngds in suits to enter the field. Dressed uniformly in suits adorned with Millwall''s crest, they appeared sharp and dashing despite their youth.


    Once everyone gathered, even as cameramen and journalists approached, Aldrich remained undistracted. His gaze was firm as he scanned the expressions of everyone present before speaking in a low, serious tone. "We lost this match! Yes, we lost. Losing to Bayern Munich is disappointing, but we should not me ourselves or feel dejected. Competing against such strong opponents is a treasure. Losing is not shameful! Your faces look as if we are at a funeral; what are we mourning? Is this the end? No! This is not the end! It''s the beginning, a milestone towards a stronger future for Millwall! Ronaldinho, stop your tears; you''re only 19. You should be proud of your performance today! You forced Bayern''s defense to keep at least 1.5 yers on you! Materazzi, lift your head; I give you a 9 for your performance today! Each of you has only 1 point left to find. In your future, on the road to sess, we must leave here with our heads held high��not to convey anything to the outside world, but to remind ourselves: we still have a future! That future is in your hands, in your hearts. The key is how you face it: will you stay down after falling, or will you be stronger and make this team even better? Now, lift your heads, cast aside your sadness; we''re setting sail again!"


    Aldrich''s expression, words, and gestures were captured on camera throughout the entire moment, instantly revitalizing the faces of the yers.


    "Millwall!" Southgate shouted firmly.


    Every Millwall yer and coach echoed, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"


    Aldrich turned around, leading the entire team off the field.


    This scene was absolutely stunning,ter bing an unforgettable ssic moment in Champions League history!


    Despite the defeat, the Millwall yers, under their resolute young manager''s guidance, wore expressions that showed no sadness, but rather a resilient spirit. Even Ronaldinho, with tear-streaked cheeks and supported by Vi and Joe Cole, had a determined look in his eyes.


    On that fallen pitch, Ronaldinho made a silent vow. He would lead Millwall back for retribution, to bring the Champions Cup home for all Millwall fans!


    He would!


    He would!!!


    After returning to the locker room, Ronaldinho''s injury was treated, and Schneider''s cramp was attended to by the medical staff. The yers were silent as they took showers and changed, preparing to leave Munich. Aldrich went to attend the post-match press conference.


    As Aldrich entered the press room, reporters from Fleet Street warmly weed him with apuse, reflecting admiration.


    Millwall''s elimination caught everyone off guard. However, it wasn''t a crushing defeat but rather a heartbreaking exit via a penalty shootout. In 90 minutes, while Millwall didn''t score, they effectively contained Bayern''s attacks aside from that set-piece goal.


    "Coach Aldrich, do you have anything to say about the match result?" a reporter asked.


    Aldrich calmly responded, "Congrattions to Bayern Munich for advancing to the final; they deserve the victory. Before the first leg, I stated that either Millwall or Bayern Munich deserved to reach the final. Both teams are evenly matched, and the suspensested only a moment. Nedved''s goal provided us with a good start, and Effenberg''s header was a result of Bayern''s hard work. Ultimately, it came down to penalties��a harsh but seemingly fair oue. We were simply unfortunate; that''s normal. Penalty shootouts are inherently unpredictable; no one has absolute confidence."


    Reporters nodded in agreement with Aldrich''s sentiments.


    From the two legs and a total of 210 minutes of gamey, it was neck-and-neck between Bayern Munich and Millwall. Neither team scored from a clearly created opportunity; normally, that would be called luck, but in such a top-tier encounter, what seems fortuitous is essentially inevitable.


    A reporter from Germany''s Bild raised his hand and asked, "The ''sinner'' who missed the sixth penalty, Ronaldinho��before he took the shot, we noticed that Millwall captain Southgate had a brief exchange with him. Did he insist on taking that sixth penalty?"


    Aldrich''s expression turned fierce, and he replied vehemently, "''Sinner''? You''d better watch your fucking tone! None of my yers is a sinner! If you want someone to me, me me! We were eliminated, and the responsibility falls on me! I allowed him to take that penalty! I didn''t consider his physical limits, and that''s why he got injured. If you''re looking for a scapegoat, then it''s me!"


    With that, Aldrich stood up and left the stage, unwilling to argue further with the reporters.


    The **Bild** reporter was left dumbfounded.


    He curiously turned to his fellow Fleet Street journalists.


    What the hell.


    Isn''t it your forte to search for a scapegoat when penalties are missed?


    Isn''t that Ennd''s tradition?


    I respect your traditions, but your young coach is angry?


    The Fleet Street reporters raised their brows, unsurprised.


    This young manager was known for defending his yers. Ever since he stood up to the media on behalf of Southgate, he has never allowed external pressure to weigh on his yers.


    Let alone the heavy burden of beingbeled the "sinner" of the team.


    Returning from Munich, Millwall''s flightnded in London in the early morning.


    As Aldrich led his team out of the airport to board the bus home, he was astonished to see nearly a thousand Lions fans gathered outside the terminal, chanting the names of each yer in celebration.


    If you hadn''t seen the match and didn''t know the oue, you might have thought Millwall had returned victorious.


    Seeing so many fanse to support them touched the yers deeply, with some even having moist eyes.


    Aldrich was also moved by the scene, making a gesture of reverence to the fans before boarding the bus.


    After returning home, Aldrich slumped onto the sofa. Although he had lifted the spirits of the team right after the game, who was there to lift him?


    Staring at the ceiling, a bittersweet smile crossed his lips.


    To reim the Champions League title? There''s a long way to go.


    Was he disappointed?


    No, he didn''t feel that way.


    Competing against Bayern Munich this season was a treasured memory, one that he would likely reflect on with a smile in his twilight years. Victory and defeat aremon in this business; losing isn''t shameful. The joy ofpeting against formidable opponents is one of the pleasures of his profession.


    Ding-dong.


    The doorbell rang.


    This time, Aldrich genuinely smiled. Someone hade tofort and uplift him.


    He opened the door and, as expected, found Yvonne standing there with a fruit sd...

 Chapter 404: Let him walk!!

    <h4>Chapter 404: Let him walk!!</h4>


    After the draw for the semifinals of the Champions League was announced, Fleet Street eagerly anticipated a Millwall vs. Manchester United final��an all-English showdown. If this dream were realized, it would mark the first time in Champions League history that two teams from the same league faced off in the final.


    However, after Millwall''s elimination at the hands of Bayern Munich, the mood changed dramatically.


    Forget an all-English final; on a more pessimistic note, there is a good chance that not even an English team will make it to the Camp Nou.


    Manchester United managed only a 1-1 draw at home in the first leg, allowing Juventus to score an away goal. Who could still believe in United making it to the final?


    However, in Turin, Manchester United worked magic.


    In the second leg against Juventus, Inzaghi scored twice, putting Juventus 2-0 ahead and leading 3-1 on aggregate. At that moment, no one could have imagined that by the end of the 90 minutes, Manchester United would miraculously overturn the deficit with a 3-2 victory, aeback that stunned everyone, even more so than Millwall''sst-minute win against Juventus the previous season.


    While home watching the match on TV, Aldrich immediately texted Ancelotti to offer his condolences after the game concluded.


    Before he went to sleep, he received a reply from Ancelotti .


    The message essentially said: "We''re both in the same boat!"


    Interestingly, before the semifinals kicked off, the two had agreed via text that they would battle in the final. Instead, both found themselves stuck at home watching the final unfold.


    Why did Aldrich make it a priority to lift his team''s spirits right away?


    Because he needed to ensure that the yers didn''t crumble under the weight of their loss.


    They had a tough road ahead, one match after another. The season was not over yet; the treble was out of reach, but they couldn''t afford to give up entirely on the league or the FA Cup.


    In the weekend league match, Aldrich fielded a backup squad. Two key yers��Schneider and Ronaldinho��were definitely out and, given their midweek battle against Bayern Munich, the avable yers couldn''t muster much strength.


    They faced a challenging opponent in a team that had previously bested them at End Road��Leeds United.


    David O''Leary led his well-drilled squad with high spirits into the Lions'' Den.


    Leeds were 10 points behind Millwall but only 8 points off second-ced Manchester United and Arsenal. With four matches remaining in the league, there was still a theoretical chance for them to break into the top three.


    Before the match, Aldrich yed a psychological game��not by provoking Leeds but by showing weakness.


    He openly stated that his first team had expended too much energy in midweek, and to prepare for the uing derby against Chelsea, he would be fielding a backup lineup against Leeds.


    O''Leary wasn''t fooled.


    He understood that regardless of whether Millwall yed their starters or substitutes, if they chose to attack, they increased the chances of conceding to counterattacks.


    He performed better than Graham, earning a reputation as the "second young coach," with Aldrich obviously being the first.


    At the Lions'' Den, his tactics mirrored those from their previous encounter��defend and counter, apply intense midfield pressure, and keep the forwards buzzing around.


    Despite Millwall''s elimination by Bayern, the fans remained passionate, especially since the atmosphere in the Lions'' Den was filled with cheers, even in adverse conditions for the home team.


    Leeds stood firm defensively, relying on Kewell, Smith, and Hasselbaink, with even touted prodigy Bowyer doing hard work in midfield.


    Although Millwall''s substitutes did not use up much energy during the week, the long journey took its toll on them. In contrast, Leeds United looked sharp and energetic under O''Leary''s leadership.


    When the 90 minutes were up, the fans in the stands apuded the performance, despite the score being 0-0.


    "Millwall was knocked out of the UEFA Champions League semifinals in midweek and then held to a draw by visiting Leeds United in this crucial league match. This result is a double-edged sword! Manchester United and Arsenal both earned narrow victories at home against Aston Vi and Derby County respectively, with the top three teams sharing identical points. Millwall has relinquished its top position to Manchester United, slipping to third ce in the standings. They trail Arsenal by one goal on goal difference and three goals behind United. With this draw, Leeds has widened the gap to 10 points from the top three, virtually eliminating their chances of Europeanpetition. Chelsea defeated Everton 3-1 at Stamford Bridge, making it so that three of the top four teams are level on points, with Chelsea just two points off the top! This is not only the most intense title race since the Premier League''s inception but perhaps the most thrilling season in the history of English football. With three rounds remaining, who will seize the title? The answer may note until May 15!"


    After the match, O''Leary wore a smug smile, approaching Aldrich to shake his hand and eager for a bit more conversation.


    Aldrich, never one to pass on a friendly face, likely sensed that O''Leary''s hopes weren''t too high. Achieving a win and a draw against Millwall in a single season was no small feat, and both O''Leary and Leeds fans felt a sense of pride. Ridsdale, in attendance, seemed euphoric, as if envisioning the white rose of Yorkshire in full bloom.


    Aldrich stood on the sidelines, chatting with O''Leary, saying some trivial gossip. He just wanted to see the smug expression on O''Leary''s face.


    When he beat Newcastle United in his first Premier League season and indirectly helped Manchester United win the league title, he was not as excited as O''Leary is now.


    As their chat wound down, Aldrich jokingly remarked, "Maybe Manchester United will have Leeds to thank."


    O''Leary looked as if struck by lightning.


    Shit!


    Absolutely!


    Leeds had pulled the rug out from under Millwall, sending them down to third ce, but who was now at the summit?


    Leeds'' fiercest rivals��Manchester United!


    When Aldrich entered the locker room, he didn''t berate the substitutes. In fact, he encouraged them.


    He believes there is no need to be overly critical of the young yers, especially with only three league games and an FA Cup final left this season.


    He is bound to send out his key yers for all four matches ahead, with only Ronaldinho''s position switched out for a substitute due to his injury.


    In the post-match interview, Aldrich appeared unfazed by the fall to third in the standings.


    "Such is the nature of league football; you never know the oue until the final whistle. With three matches left, if Manchester United wins out and maintains their goal difference, then the title is theirs. Since February, they''ve lost only once��in the FA Cup semifinal. Their performances deserve praise, and if they win the title, it would show their strength and merit."


    At that moment, Newcastle manager Gullit came forward with scathingments aimed at Millwall.


    "A treble? Haha, perhaps after their next match against Chelsea, they won''t even qualify for the Champions League next season. Millwall will pay for their youth; youth means passion but also inconsistency. Who will take the title? I hope it''s Chelsea."


    Even though Gullit had his conflicts with Vialli, his hatred for Millwall ran even deeper. The image of being ruthlessly beaten by Millwall at Stamford Bridge was etched in his memory, a moment he''d likely never shake off.


    Additionally, he was aiming to uplift Newcastle United''s spirits in the face of their foes.


    In the FA Cup final, Millwall would be facing Gullit''s Newcastle United.


    When asked about Gullit''sments earlier in the week, Aldrich replied ndly, "I don''t pay much attention to the voices of certain people. Millwall will always defeat many teams; losers will bear grudges, get angry, and respond to winners in different ways. This is, quite frankly, a disy of cowardice and sadness. If every team that Millwall has beaten were to mock us and shame us, and I spent my time replying to each one, then I''m sorry, I simply don''t have that time to waste. We''re here to y football, not to bicker like children."


    In the lead-up to the weekend''s derby against Chelsea, Aldrich stressed an important message within the team: strive for victory, but don''t focus on goal difference!


    Millwall was now on the same points as Manchester United and Arsenal butgged behind on goal difference.


    He wasn''t scared of his yerscking motivation, but rather worried they might lose theirposure.


    In the final three matches, they faced Chelsea, Everton, and Arsenal.


    Even Everton, fighting against relegation, would give their all.


    No one will give them the chance to pad their goal difference; such actions can seriously affect morale and dignity. Even mid-table teams with no relegation worries and no hopes for Europeanpetition won''t simply let them have free shots!


    Nevertheless, most yers cared about the standings since their fate was out of their hands.


    The match against Chelsea was set for Sunday, while Manchester United''s was scheduled for Saturday.


    All of Millwall''s first-team yers gathered at home to watch the match live.


    The atmosphere was tense.


    Manchester United was away at End Road, challenging Leeds.


    As the 90 minutes concluded, not only were Leeds fans cheering, but Millwall yers and fans also apuded Leeds.


    O''Leary had undoubtedly won the hearts of all Leeds fans.


    Not only did he earn a win and a draw against Millwall, but he also managed to undermine United''s title hopes during such a heated race!


    1-1.


    Ferguson left End Road with a furious expression, his yers facing a hostile crowd that had taunted and mocked them from start to finish.


    United''s lead over Arsenal and Millwall had shrunk to just one point.


    Simultaneously, Millwall and Arsenal were set to kick off.


    O''Leary wore a triumphant air, while his Leeds side astounded everyone with their disys!


    They were undeniably the biggest disruptors in this final stretch of the title race.


    Bringing down Millwall from atop and stalling Manchester United''s momentum in the process.


    In a private box at End Road, witnessing such good results, Ridsdale was finally convinced.


    That very night, he sought out his assistant and started ns for the summer transfer window.


    After the match, Aldrich was awakened by a phone call.


    Andrew''s somber voice came through the phone.


    "Leeds United will make offers for Ferdinand, Duff, Mills, Neil, Lampard, Klose, and van Nistelrooy."


    "And then?"


    "They can''t buy all these yers at once, but one is better than none. From the news I''ve received, Leeds is preparing at least ��30 million for the summer transfer window."


    "Are they trying to go bankrupt?"


    "I have no idea."


    "Just turn down the offers."


    "Then you''re going to have to draft up new contracts for Ferdinand and those yers. Leeds is ready to offer them twice what they''re making now."


    Aldrich sprang upright from the bed, fuming, "Really?"


    "Ferdinand told me directly. He didn''t spell it out, but if Millwall offers him the same deal Leeds does, he''ll stay."


    "Shit! Let him walk!"

 Chapter 405: Sad Chelsea

    <h4>Chapter 405: Sad Chelsea</h4>


    Aldrich focused solely on the big picture in managing the team. He personally handled negotiations in the transfer market, whether for signing new yers or selling existing ones. However, when it came to yer contract renewals or agreements for new signings, Aldrich remained hands-off and entrusted all such matters to Adam.


    As the head coach, Aldrich limited hismunication with yers to issues strictly rted to football, avoiding any mercenary face-to-face haggling.


    In the home match against Chelsea, Ferdinand was dropped from the substitute list and reced by Neil. Aldrich needed Ferdinand to cool off.


    It wasn''t that Ferdinand''s future potential wasn''t valued; rather, the club had a pyramid structure and a long-established order in the dressing room. Aldrich had no interest in how other teams managed their affairs; under his stewardship, any form of insubordination was uneptable.


    Ferdinand wasn''t challenging Aldrich''s authority as a head coach; he was disrupting the harmony of the locker room, jeopardizing the stability of the structure they had built.


    Speaking of defenders'' sries, Ferdinand has been in the team for a shorter time than Materazzi, has not contributed as much as Neil, and is still a developing yer, obviously not the backbone of the team. Aldrich recognizes Ferdinand''s future potential, but if Ferdinand asks for a higher sry than Neil or Materazzi - second only to first-team stars like Southgate - Aldrich will let him go without hesitation.


    It was a simple decision to make. If Aldrich met Ferdinand''s sry request, he might stick around. But what then? How would other substitutes see it? And what about the starters?


    The hefty contracts of the other yers were earned through countless victories, as they contributed significantly to the club''s glory and reputation. What justification is there for a substitute to see his sry doubled simply because another team is enticing him? If Aldrich gives in to Ferdinand''s demands, wouldn''t every yer then feel entitled to simr treatment when prominent clubs show interest?


    Leeds United''s reputation and strength are far inferior to Millwall''s. They have to adopt Chelsea''s strategy - investing huge sums of money in the transfer market and offering sries higher than the yers'' worth. This is normal, otherwise what reason would the yers have to join?


    Even if Ferdinand only asked for a 30% pay rise, Aldrich wouldn''t immediately remove him from the team. But double it? Ha! He didn''t have time to analyze Ferdinand''s career prospects. yers can also be short-sighted; they often want to get rich quickly and are unwilling to wait until they naturally gain honor and wealth to build their reputation step by step. For them, it''s all about making money quickly, and if Ferdinand insists on going to Leeds United to get a big contract, so be it.


    Millwall and Chelsea yers were in the tunnel preparing to take the field.


    Vialli stood at the Chelsea bench, looking grave, while Aldrich appeared rxed, chatting casually with Jansen.


    His calm and confident demeanor was for the yers to see.


    If the head coach seemed nervous and sweating as if the sky were falling, it would undoubtedly affect the yers'' mindset.


    "The London derby in round 36 of the Premier League is about to begin, with Millwall hosting Chelsea. In yesterday''s match, Manchester United was held to a draw by Leeds United at End Road. This result wasn''t surprising; Leeds, under O''Leary, has been a formidable force this season. If their depth and maturity improve, they might join the thrilling title race this season! Manchester United currently sits at the top of the table with just a one-point lead. Millwall and Arsenal are kicking off simultaneously today��if either team wins, Manchester United could lose their top spot. Chelsea trails Manchester United by three points and is just two behind both Arsenal and Millwall. It''s clear today''s match will be a major factor in the title race among the top four teams!"


    The yers took the field, with Millwall sticking to their 4-3-3 formation.


    **Goalkeeper:** Butt.


    **Defenders:** Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    **Midfielders:** Makelele, Pirlo, Nedved.


    **Forwards:** Larsson, Henry, Gronkjaer.


    Chelsea also used their standard 4-4-2.


    **Goalkeeper:** de Goey.


    **Defenders:** Ferrer, Leboeuf, Desailly, Le Saux.


    **Midfielders:** Petrescu, Di Matteo, Wise, Poyet.


    **Forwards:** Z, Flo.


    When the two teams entered the stadium, it was clear that the yers of both teams were in high spirits and determined.


    After Manchester United was tied yesterday, the initiative in the championship battle returned to Millwall''s hands.


    This allows yers to focus fully on their own games without having to worry about other teams'' standings.


    Now, it doesn''t matter that they have the same points as Arsenal and are behind in goal difference.


    With three matches left this season��today against Chelsea, next week against Everton, and closing out the Premier League against Arsenal��Millwall knows that if they can''t win them all, the title will go to someone else. They can only me themselves for not stepping up; there''s no point inining about fate.


    To im the championship, they must defeat every formidable opponent!


    With only three rounds remaining in the league, Chelsea''s hopes of winning the title seem slim.


    Even if they won today and tied with Manchester United, they might still fall behind Arsenal due to goal difference.


    Yet, they clung dearly to the ambition of chasing the title; at the very least, they aspired to finish in the top three to secure a ce in next season''s Champions League!


    This match is undoubtedly one that neither side can afford to lose!


    Before the match, Aldrich didn''t engage in psychological warfare with Vialli; it was unnecessary. There was no doubting Chelsea''s motivation for thesest three matches. Coming to the Lions'' Den, they certainly wouldn''t aim for a draw; that would have no meaning and would only take them further away from their dreams of Champions League qualification.


    As the matchmenced, both teams, well-prepared,unched into an attacking duel!


    "The match began at a fast pace, with both sides fiercely contesting every inch of ground, ying simple and quick passes with a clear goal in mind. Oddly, is Millwall employing an offside trap today?"


    Right from the start, Di Matteo''s pass to Z saw the little striker shoot from the edge of the box, only to have the linesman g for offside��a very apparent call.


    Employing an offside trap?


    Of course not. Following their loss to Bayern Munich, Aldrich was already setting up for the next phase of team development.


    The defense looked more aggressive, beginning to press high and initiate quick counterattacks after regaining possession. This tactical setup was also a trend for the future, often leading to scenes where team A counterattacks against team B, only for team B to turn the tables and counter again. In this back-and-forth, it all came down to who could stifle the other''s attack effectively, and who could capitalize on the mistakes during this rapid-fire cycle of offense and defense!


    In truth, the emphasis shifted to cutting off the opposition''s critical passes rather than just focusing on their shots. Disrupting their attacking organization was crucial; if midfield interceptions failed, the chances of being breached at the back were high, leaving everything to the goalkeeper and forward''s ability to seize opportunities.


    Both teams were relentless in the midfield, with Di Matteo passing to Petrescu on the nks. Zambrotta quickly disrupted the y, intercepting the ball and sending it to Nedved, who yed it back to Pirlo. Pirlo floated a ball into the box; Henry lost his duel with Desailly but managed to direct the ball away from the defender''s header. In a scramble, Wise was beaten out by Larsson.


    Larsson headed the ball back to Pirlo, and Millwall continued their attack.


    "Today''s game is moving at a dizzying speed, with Millwall seemingly refusing to give Chelsea a moment to breathe."


    Pirlo faked a pass, evading Di Matteo, then slotted a ball to the left. Gronkjaer cut in from the nk, moving centrally as Henry timed his run perfectly. Gronkjaer sent a ball behind the Chelsea defenders, allowing Henry toe around the rolling ball and hammer it toward the far corner of the.


    "After just 11 minutes, Millwall scores! Henry opens the scoring, proving his worth as a striker after transitioning from the wing! Hall has nurtured a yer with potential to be world-ss!"


    Aldrich raised his arms in celebration on the sideline.


    After scoring, Henry pointed at Gronkjaer with a wide grin, and they sprinted to the sidelines to salute the fans.


    Despite the humiliating loss in Munich, the unwavering support from the fans pushed them to give their all in return.


    In the Champions League, they faltered; this time, they swore they wouldn''t miss out on the league title!


    After being eliminated by Bayern Munich, Aldrich took some time to reflect. Although they were ultimately ousted in a penalty shootout, he felt that this exit wasn''t the glorious defeat described by Fleet Street, but rather a shameful one!


    He argued that they should have had the courage to take risks when the time called for it!


    Even if we fail, it is an honorable battle, and by taking risks, their odds of sess could have been raised.


    Thus, as they faced Chelsea, he refused to y any mind games; Millwall needed to take the initiative. Even if Chelsea was forced into a corner, Millwall deliberately abandoned the seemingly safer defensive-counterattack strategy.


    High pressure and relentless attacking!


    It was a battle of yer skills and willpower, seeing who could keep pace amidst such fric attacking and defending, and who could seize chances better in front of goal!


    What if they lost?


    Now wasn''t the time to think about that.


    Years of coaching experience taught Aldrich that there was simply no safe way to achieve victory on the pitch; only those willing to gamble stood a chance to win. Being overly cautious or second-guessing often led to a disappointing oue.


    Vialli watched the game unfold, worry etched on his face, while Chelsea fans fell into a familiar gloomy state: despair.


    Whenever they faced Millwall, they fell into a predictable cycle: Phase One, full of hope and ambition to defeat their archrivals! Phase Two, the match starts, Chelsea concedes the first goal, and fans begin to pray. Phase Three, Chelsea concedes again, and fans spiral into despair. Phase Four, the match ends, Millwall wins, and Chelsea fans exit, resignedly waiting for the next encounter to rey this familiar pattern...


    People say Aldrich is the most despised person in West Ham United, but the same is true for Chelsea fans, who have lost count of how many goals Millwall yers have scored against them. But almost all of them will point the finger at Aldrich, curse him to pack up and leave, pray that the Hall family goes bankrupt and Millwall disappears from the Premier League.


    Today, it felt like they were entering the same dismal cycle once again.


    Should Chelsea lose this game, their chances of winning the title would be dashed, and they might even miss out on a spot in the Champions League.


    The Chelsea fans were watching in a mix of sorrow and anger, shouting from the stands to rally their yers.


    "Come on! Try your best! Beat Millwall!" They no longer care who will win the championship, they just hope that their team will at least not lose the qualification for the Champions League next season!

 Chapter 406: Tactical duel: high pressure and quick counterattack

    <h4>Chapter 406: Tactical duel: high pressure and quick counterattack</h4>


    The atmosphere at the Lions'' Den was deafening. Most of the banners raised by the fans expressed support for the yers and the team; it was rare to see calls for the team to push for the championship.


    The fan organization hade to a quiet agreement: "Let''s not put any pressure on the team; whatever the oue, we will ept it!"


    Only the most devoted fans could truly understand this sentiment.


    Looking back at Millwall''s days in the lower leagues, the fan mentality was mostly one of "live for today, drink for today; if we can win a game, it''s a bonus."


    As long as they could watch the game live, if the team won, they felt as if they had hit the jackpot. Although deep down, they hoped the team could perform better, rise to the top league, and stay there, the team often fell short. With their lineup andck of glorious history, fans found it unreasonable to ce too many demands on the team; that would simply be asking for trouble.


    Now, the situation has changed. A wave of neutral fans has taken a liking to this magnificent team, leading to increased expectations. They certainly want the team to im championships��plenty of them, if possible��hoping to create an unparalleled dynasty! They yearn to witness it for themselves so they can proudly recount the story to their descendants about how they watched "the legendary champions" conquer it all.


    After discussions among the fan organizers, they agreed that it was better for the team not to face any pressure ahead of games. Only with a more rxed approach could they deliver better results, which didn''t conflict with the fans'' higher expectations.


    The difference was simple: hope for the team to win the title in their hearts, but not to articte it in a way that became a hard demand, which would only add pressure on the yers and perhaps hinder their performance.


    After Millwall took the lead, there was no change in tactics and they continued with high-pressure pressing, which made Chelsea yers very ufortable.


    Unless the opponent is a team that Parking the bus, they usually do not face such great pressure in the midfield. In addition, a team with good defense usually only starts intercepting in its own half, at least it will not disrupt the offensive organization of the attacking team.


    But Millwall''s tactics today were quite ruthless, using high-pressure pressing throughout the game, which put Chelsea''s defensive yers under tremendous pressure and even resulted in many passing errors. Looking across the pitch, You''ll see goalkeeper Butt standing on the edge of the penalty area, with the defenders huddled near the halfway line. Unless Chelsea''s forwards dropped back significantly, Millwall would staypact. But once Chelsea pushed into midfield, Millwall would rush forward again,pressing space and continuing their relentless siege.


    Wise passed the ball to Poyet on the wing. Schneider quickly closed in on the opponent, forcing a turnover that sent the ball out of bounds.


    Schneider dashed out to grab the ball quickly and handed it to Larsson, who controlled it and yed it back to Schneider. Schneider''s long pass found Nedved, who had slipped into space.


    Nedved feigned a move past Di Matteo, elerating into the penalty area, but managed to get his foot ahead of the ball, kicking it back with his heel.


    This sudden shift caught the Chelsea defenders off guard. After a pause, Larsson took on the ball from outside the box and fired a powerful shot.


    The strike from outside the box rocketed into the top right corner of the Chelsea goal.


    "Larsson! Larsson! The king returns in the second half! He scores his tenth league goal of the season, which is remarkable considering he has only yed 14 matches so far! We mustmend Nedved; he''s yed alongside Larsson for five years, and their chemistry is unmatched. Nedved doesn''t even need to look to know where Larsson is. As he advanced with the ball, deceiving everyone, the moment he did that heel pass to Larsson left Chelsea''s defenders stunned. Leboeuf instinctively chased after Nedved, while Desailly was just a step behind; Larsson shot without any interference, and what a beautiful shot it was!"


    Larsson sprinted along the sidelines with arms wide open and eyes closed, soaking in the cheers and apuse of the fans.


    Although he missed the first half of this season, the moment he returned, he could fully embrace the joy of the game once again.


    Why?


    Because he had teammates who understood his movements. They no longer needed extensive verbalmunication; the moment he moved, Nedved almost anticipated where he would be in three or five seconds!


    After the celebration, Larsson turned around and hugged Nedved tightly.


    2-0.


    The victory seemed ever closer, and so was the league championship.


    Aldrich urged the yers on the sidelines to stay focused.


    1-0 is not safe; everyone knows that.


    2-0 is the most dangerous; it must be reminded.


    Vialli wasn''t upset about conceding a goal; this was his first full season coaching Chelsea, a time when his coaching ability began to show results. He had already deciphered Millwall''s tactical intentions and understood the core issues guing Chelsea.


    If anyone imed there was a significant gap in ability between these yers and Millwall''s, the world would disagree. But to be down 2-0 in less than 30 minutes while Chelsea hadn''t managed a shot on goal? That certainly reflected on the head coach''s capabilities.


    Vialli called hispatriot Di Matteo over to ry tactical adjustments to the entire team.


    If he lost his cool now,menting the team''s deficiencies or ming fate, Chelsea wouldn''t be in a position to contend for the title at this stage.


    Vialli''s adjustments soon paid dividends!


    Pirlo''s far-off shot was easily caught by De Goey, who immediately threw the ball to the nks, finding Ferrer.


    Before Gronkjaer could get in the way of his passingne, Ferrerunched a long ball.


    The delivery was spot on,nding just five yards outside the penalty area.


    As De Goey cradled Pirlo''s distant shot, striker Z pressed up against Millwall''s defense, dashing past Materazzi and Southgate.


    This caught Millwall off-guard.


    It had been a while since Chelsea had yed long-ball tactics. Ever since Gullit took over the team, he focused on a more stylish, romantic football style; direct long balls were something to be avoided, especially among the top five leagues.


    Vialli was Italian, and he should''ve looked down upon direct y, but coaching in Ennd, he had be ustomed to it. A degree of adaptation was necessary.


    "Z has sessfully beaten the offside trap! Chelsea has a golden opportunity, and Butt rushes out!"


    Instead of staying on the goal line, Butt decisively chose to Rushing Out; he was not afraid of the midfielder trying to flick the ball over the goalkeeper, but he was worried that a precise through ball would create a one-on-one opportunity for the striker - as happened now.


    As the ball came down, both yers were roughly equidistant,but Z''s speed was unmatched. The little firecracker surged ahead, leaving Materazzi and Southgate struggling to keep up, their gap widening as Z sprinted in full-gear. With his style of y, if he wasn''t fatigued, defenders stood little chance of catching him.


    Seeing he couldn''t reach the ball before Z, Butt opened his arms and swayed from side to side to distract Z while moving forward, ready to use his body to block the rival.


    At that moment, Z was as calm as ice. After getting the ball, he did not rush forward, but suddenly changed direction, ran out of the angle and shot decisively. The ball just rolled past Bart, who looked back at the goal with a look of disappointment on his face.


    "Goal! Z found the angle cleverly and shot the ball into the. Millwall''s defense was toox and failed to block Z, allowing the Chelsea striker to get a chance to shoot! The score is 2-1, Chelsea fight back, and there is still plenty of time - they will not give up!"


    Vialli celebrated emphatically as the goal went in. Not only had his adjustments worked, but they had also quickly helped the team w one back��crucial for their morale.


    Millwall''s pressing in the midfield was very effective, and Di Matteo and Poyet could hardly cooperate to break through Millwall''s tight defense. At the same time, Millwall also did their homework and effectively froze Chelsea''s wing attack. However, Vialli''s tactical change was that instead of passing the ball through the midfield, he used a long pass directly to the space behind Millwall''s central defender.


    Such an open counterattack field - isn''t this an ideal ce for Z to show his ability?


    Aldrich had to acknowledge that after years of heavy investment, Chelsea had umted many excellent yers. Ferrer''s precise passing earlier was spot on, making it impossible for the defenders to keep up and putting the goalkeeper in an awkward position. Without Ferrer providing such a ball, Chelsea''s strategy might not have worked.


    Millwall''s pressing game has one major vulnerability, and that''s the rapid counterattacks, as demonstrated by Chelsea''s recent long passes.


    It doesn''t matter where the attack starts; if the ball breaks through the defensive line and the defenders are left trailing, they can only helplessly watch as the forward goes for goal.


    Aldrich stepped to the touchline, ready to make some tactical tweaks.


    He instructed Makelele and Southgate to switch positions, with Southgate ying as an intercepting central defender, the faster and more flexible Makelele responsible for stealing the ball, and Materazzi responsible for dealing with the tall Flo, and he needed to ensure that he could sessfully clear the ball when Flo headed the ball.


    After the adjustments, Millwall maintained their high press, while Chelsea focused their attacks with over-the-top balls, but the delivery wasn''t as precise. With Makelele''s aware defense, Chelsea found it virtually impossible to replicate their first goal.


    At the same time, Millwall''s two full-backs consciously prepared to thwart any potential over-the-top passes. If the ball came diagonally near the full-backs, Zambrotta and Schneider were ready to drop back defensively.


    The teams continued to trade attacks.


    "Andy, Millwall''s attack has be unpredictable. Apart from Gronkjaer, who is fixed on the left wing, the other attacking yers��Henry, Nedved, and Larsson��are constantly swapping positions. We can''t even guess who will appear on the nk and who will be in the penalty area."


    "Absolutely. You can clearly see Hall''s influence here. Unlike the previous Trezeguet era where yers were fixed in their respective positions, this young Millwall team is full of energy. Their yers often start in attacking midfield and create endless variations with their movement and passingbinations when moving forward. This makes it difficult for defenders to defend against them."


    "Why haven''t other teams taken a page from this?"


    "Because it demands a high caliber of yer��that is, awareness and ability. Secondly, there''s chemistry. The first criterion is essential; not every forward can hold the ball, control it, and pass well. Not every attacking midfielder or winger has consistent scoring ability. The market values of Millwall''s attackers reflect their skills. Once you have these yers, lengthy cohesion is necessary to reach fluidity in offense��this doesn''t happen overnight. Sadly, many managersck the absolute authority and freedom Hall enjoys in his coaching environment; either they can''t get the yers they want or the performance pressure weighs too heavily."


    "Got it! Andy has provided us with an in-depth analysis of why Millwall''s offense is so strong. The first half of the match has now concluded��Millwall leads Chelsea 2-1. The next 45 minutes could very well decide the fate of both teams this season. Let''s look forward to it!"

 Chapter 407: Chelsea’s title dream fades

    <h4>Chapter 407: Chelsea''s title dream fades</h4>


    The second half began, and both teams still showed immense determination. Everyone knew how crucial this match was for their futures!


    "News from another pitch tells us that Arsenal has taken a 4-0 lead at Riverside Stadium in the first half. It seems Middlesbrough won''t cause them any trouble, and Arsenal''s ascent to the top of the table is virtually guaranteed. If Millwall can win this match, they can ignore the results from Arsenal. In the next round, if both teams win, Millwall will still hold their own fate in their hands; they just need to defeat Arsenal at home to reim the league title they lostst season."


    The fans in the stands were already aware of this news, but they didn''t seem to care much.


    Manchester United''s unexpected defeat yesterday was already an unexpected surprise. Do we still have to pin our hopes on Arsenal losing today?


    Millwall won''t care about the wins and losses of other teams - if they don''t win the next three games, they won''t be qualified to win the championship!


    "In the second half, it looks like Millwall''s attack is undergoing some changes. They aren''t just focusing on speed anymore; they are more patient with their build-up y in front of Chelsea''s penalty area."


    "That passingbination feels oddly familiar, like I''ve seen it before..."


    Nedved controlled the ball up front, and with Di Matteo defending him head-on, he passed it to the approaching Larsson. Larsson thenid it off to Henry in the center, and Chelsea''s defense was on high alert.


    With his back to the action, Henry expertlyid the ball off to Nedved, who let it sneak through his legs. Quick to react, Nedved darted forward as the ball rolled away, and Larsson was right there, charging towards the box.


    Chelsea''s defenders sensed the impending threat; it was a pivotal moment as three Millwall yers surged into the area, forcing Chelsea to shift their attention to them.


    Then Pirlo stepped up, intercepting the ball that went past Nedved and, fueled by the pressure from Chelsea''s yers, heunched a brilliant through ball.


    Henry, Nedved, and Larsson stood still, while Desailly and Leboeuf turned just in time to see the through ball slice through their defense, diagonally finding Gronkjaer, who cut inside, advanced the ball past Ferrer, and prepared to shoot. But Ferrer, sensing trouble, crashed into Gronkjaer from behind.


    "Gronkjaer goes down in the box! The referee immediately blows the whistle and points to the spot! Millwall has been awarded a penalty in the 59th minute of the second half!"


    Chelsea yers surrounded the referee, but he remained resolute and unyielding, ignoring their exnations and protests. He said nothing, and eventually, the Chelsea yers had no choice but to walk away in frustration.


    Aldrich, feeling the call was weak, raised his hand to indicate that a card should be shown, at least a yellow card!


    While a yellow card wouldn''t dismiss Ferrer, it would serve as an opportunity for Millwall to exploit his side, making him wary ofmitting serious fouls.


    The Lions'' Den fell silent as everyone focused on Larsson walking towards the penalty spot.


    Though it was just a typical penalty, the recent failure in Munich had the fans instinctively on edge.


    "Larsson is about to take the penalty; there shouldn''t be any issues."


    Yet, as Larsson ran up to take the shot, De Goey guessed the right direction and pushed the ball away with one hand!


    "Unbelievable! de Goey''s saved it! Larsson has fluffed his lines! Hold on��Larsson follows up with a header! He''s found the! Millwall leads 3-1, doubling their advantage over Chelsea!"


    Larsson felt his emotions fluctuate from hell to heaven.


    After De Goey''s save, the ball fell in front of Larsson. Larsson did not touch the ball, but instinctively took a few steps back and headed the ball decisively - there was no time to waste, otherwise the ball might be cleared by the oing Chelsea defender.


    After scoring, Larsson turned around with a wry smile as teammates rushed to embrace him. No matter what, the ball went in.


    With 60 minutes yed, Aldrich started considering substitutions to reinforce their defense and secure the victory.


    However, looking at Chelsea''s spirited yers, he quickly dismissed that thought.


    Chelsea showed no signs of giving up; they needed to maintain offensive pressure.


    Wait a bit longer.


    In the second half, Chelsea also shifted tactics from long balls to focusing their attacks. Still, with Millwall''s full-backs consciously covering for high balls aimed at their backline, Chelsea''s wings weren''tpletely overwhelmed.


    Six minutester, Chelsea''s y convinced Aldrich to firm up his decision.


    Poyet received the ball on the wing and sent a diagonal through ball. Z and Makelele both sprang into action, but Z ran towards the ball while Makelele took a pathway towards the box. As Z gained control and tried to get past Makelele, Materazzi slid in from behind, but Z managed to touch the ball just before being clipped by Materazzi''s tackle.


    As Z fell in agony, the referee''s whistle pierced the air as he sprinted to the scene, promptly showing a red card to Materazzi.


    "Materazzi pays the price for his reckless challenge, and this red card is unquestionable. While Z wasn''t on a clear path to goal, UEFA has prohibited such challenges from behind. Materazzi didn''t even touch the ball; he took out the man instead! Although he tried to retract his tackle, it was toote. Z''s grimace of pain didn''t linger, but we can''t use him of ying for sympathy to influence the referee''s decision."


    Materazzi regretted his foul immediately. As he left the pitch, Aldrich approached to pat his shoulder, offering no scolding. Materazzi quietly apologized, and Aldrich simply smiled without saying anything.


    The match was far too significant, and Aldrich knew the tactical setup forced Materazzi to chase back if beaten, leading to his impulsive tackle. Aldrich felt responsible and wouldn''t me Materazzi.


    When the defenders make mistakes in their positioning, they will instinctively be nervous. After all, they are used to head-on interceptions, but this high-pressure pressing can easily allow the defenders to be broken through by long passes, leading to mistakes.


    Before Chelsea prepared to take this direct free kick, Millwall had alreadypleted a substitution.


    "Hall had no choice but to adjust; Neil reced Gronkjaer, and Gattuso reced Henry. It seems they are shifting to a 4-4-1 formation, with a midfieldprised of three defensive midfielders plus Nedved."


    Aldrich was giving instructions to his yers, reminding them that they were down a man. They had to slow the game down and y with a bit more purpose.


    Chelsea''s direct free kick sailed way over the bar, and Millwall prepared for the goal kick.


    Butt took his time, almost 20 seconds, to restart the game. Chelsea''s yers voiced theirints to the referee about the dy, but he merely gave a verbal warning to Butt. After recently issuing a red card to a Millwall yer, it wasn''t likely he would hand out another yellow so quickly.


    Butt kicked the ball to the nks, finding Schneider.


    As Schneider received the ball, he stood still.


    Z approached to pressure him, and Schneider passed it to Neil in the center. Flo tried to intervene, but Neil quickly sent it back to Southgate.


    Neil and Southgate are not pure central defenders. Although their ball control skills are not particrly outstanding, when there is no pressure, their receiving and passing are very reliable and they will not make any mistakes.


    Chelsea quickly realized Millwall was starting to y the time-wasting game.


    Vialli was furious!


    When it came to procrastination through ball control, no team in the Premier League could match Millwall, and even on a European scale, they held an edge.


    Controlling the ball wasn''t just about precise passing but also about yers making active runs, linking in tight spaces.


    If they stood still without unmarked movement to create options for support, they would easily be tracked by defenders and lose possession.


    Millwall''s yers trained in teamwork from their youth academy, so they possessed strong awareness of off-the-ball runs and receiving.


    While Chelsea relied on two forwards to challenge four defenders, even with the addition of two wide midfielders, they could still pass back to the goalkeeper.


    Vialli watched as his forwards were toyed with by the opposition''s passing, futilely running about and wasting their energy. As the clock ticked away relentlessly, his frustration boiled over, and he stormed over to Hall, shouting in anger.


    "This is Millwall? Is this how you n to win the league? Disgraceful!"


    Aldrich turned his head to nce at him, a slight smirk of disdain flickering at the corner of his mouth.


    His team didn''t park the bus or y passively when they were outnumbered. They didn''t even dy the game bymitting fouls. If the Chelsea yers couldn''t get the ball themselves, why should they me Millwall?


    Shameful?


    Not at all.


    Aldrich saw Vialli losing his cool under pressure.


    Must Millwall attack first, let Chelsea defend sessfully, and then counterattack to score?


    "Come on, Chelsea! If you have the ability,e and press us like crazy instead ofining like a coward."


    True to form, Chelsea sent their entire squad forward, pressing ferociously.


    Millwall had anticipated this very moment, just like they had been caught off guard in the first half when Chelsea scored on the counter.


    Schneider''s long pass flew from the back, Larsson seized the opportunity and quickly moved forward, but unfortunately, the ball bounced in front of him, De Goey quickly shot and headed the ball out of the penalty area.


    "Nedved follows up, chesting the ball down before unleashing a long-range shot! Oh, just wide! What a shame, the ball grazed the post and went out for a goal kick."


    Aldrich raised an eyebrow at the sidelines but felt no disappointment.


    Now that Chelsea had intensified their pressing game, they aimed to suffocate Millwall''s attack, yet Millwall stepped back, effectively protecting their box. Their four defenders, along with Gattuso and Makelele, formed an organized line of defense, with Pirlo transitioning into the ymaker role.


    Flo''s header went wide. Poyet''s long shot was saved by Butt. Z, in the box, created a small angle to shoot past Southgate but hit the post instead!


    With only 15 minutes left in the match, Chelsea was like a storm trying to break through the defenses, continuouslyunching attacks. Yet, their flurry of shots didn''t trante into real threats��no clear-cut chances, just frustration lingering in the air!


    Aldrich used his final substitution in the 80th minute.


    "Lampard is on for Pirlo; it looks like he''s determined to defend this lead!"


    Aldrich stood with his arms crossed, calm on the sidelines, while Vialli desperately yelled at his yers to push forward!


    After Lampard''s introduction, Chelsea''s offense lost a bit of its threat. They struggled to prate Millwall''s defense and resorted to long shots or targeting their tall striker, Flo, with high balls.


    "We just witnessed a fantastic match! Millwall beat their city rivals Chelsea 3-1 at the Den. The game became a bit chaotic after Materazzi was sent off in the second half, but Millwall held on and got the vital three points. Chelsea manager Vialli looked frustrated; you could tell the yers were frustrated too! They had climbed all the way to the top of the table this season, only to be ended by Millwall. Their Champions League dream? Shattered! But, believe it or not, they still have a chance to finish in the top three. At the Riverside Stadium, Arsenal beat Middlesbrough 6-1. The 36th round of the Premier League is over, with Arsenal at the top and Millwall in second - only behind on goal difference. Manchester United are in third, two points behind, and Chelsea are in fourth, five points behind Manchester United and three points behind. Thest two rounds of the season will be thrilling games - don''t blink!"

 Chapter 408: Destiny in Their Hands

    <h4>Chapter 408: Destiny in Their Hands</h4>


    Post-match, Aldrich and Vialli turned away from one another like they had just stepped on andmine,pletely dismissing any notion of a handshake. Given how heated things had gotten toward the end, it was a relief they didn''t sh again!


    Vialli was on the edge of losing hisposure; Chelsea struggled to find space in their attacks and faced relentless counterattacks from Millwall, nearly conceding again. This was not the oue he had anticipated. Against a superior Millwall, once they tightened their defense and weakened their attack, Chelsea''s chances of scoring dwindled significantly.


    And what about Aldridge? He doesn''t want to get involved in any petty arguments - he knows the feeling all too well. Justst season, he nearly lost his temper on the touchline as Millwall endured their umpteenth park-the-bus tactic.


    At the post-match press conference, Aldridge arrived a littleter than scheduled. He went to the locker room to praise the yers and persuade them to refocus. Regardless of Arsenal''s score, both teams won, but Arsenal''s big win means that the goal difference can no longer be easily made up in one game. But it doesn''t matter, as long as Millwall wins thest two games, they can win the Premier League again.


    Vialli was already in the spotlight, vehemently criticizing Millwall for their negative tactics after they had a yer sent off, iming that even if such a team won the league, it would be a disgrace.


    When Aldrich finally took his seat at the press conference, reporters promptly ryed Vialli''sments to him for a response.


    "I don''t have much to say about Vialli''s remarks, but I do have a question: if Chelsea were leading 3-1 with 23 minutes left and a yer sent off, what would Chelsea do?"


    The room erupted in knowing chuckles.


    Vialli''s outburst bore uncanny resemnce to Kevin Keegan''s emotional meltdowns from years past.


    He wanted to win desperately��perhaps too desperately��and he couldn''t afford to lose.


    After this match, Chelsea effectively signaled the end of their hopes for next season''s Champions League.


    They trailed Manchester United by three points, and it was virtually impossible to catch the top three teams in terms of goal difference. Even if the top teams lost one and won one of their final two matches, Chelsea would have to win both to have a shot at a top-three finish.


    "Can we discuss Millwall''s penalty and the red card?" came a question hinting at dissatisfaction with the referee.


    Aldrich replied seriously, "The penalty was justified, and the red card was warranted. The referee performed very fairly today; I believe he did a great job."


    Typically,ments about referee decisions are off-limits for coaches, but since the question was asked, Aldrich diplomatically stated that as long as the FA didn''t impose additional penalties on Materazzi, he had noints.


    "Materazzi''s tackle was aimed at the ball, but Z was quicker. Materazzi couldn''t pull back in time and brought the opponent down. The referee''s red card decision was correct, but it wasn''t a malicious foul or a breach of sportsmanship."


    Aldrich''s words served to reduce the severity of Materazzi''s case, hoping the FA wouldn''t make a mountain out of a molehill.


    "In the same round of matches, Charlton and ckburn ended in a draw, confirming their relegation along with Nottingham Forest two rounds early. Everton has secured their safety, which means you''ll be facing them next round��will it be an easy match for you?"


    Aldrich was taken aback by this news.


    Charlton and ckburn drew?


    Well, two sides in mutual destruction.


    Both teams could have kept their hopes alive with a win, but now, having drawn, they were both set to drop down together.


    Aldrich replied coolly, "Maybe it''s good news, maybe not. Everton can approach the next match without pressure, but it''s theirst home game of the season, and they''ll fight for their fans. If we underestimate them because they''re safe, we might leave Goodison Park with sadness after 90 minutes."


    ---


    With two rounds left in the Premier League, it felt as if the football gods themselves were arguing over who would emerge victorious.


    Fleet Street buzzed with spection, simting every possible oue of the final two rounds for the title race.


    Millwall had eliminated Chelsea from contention, now putting them on equal footing with Arsenal for the title, while Manchester United closed in closely. Fans eagerly awaited what might be the most thrilling conclusion to a season in history!


    On May 7th, the full Millwall squad arrived in Liverpool, set to challenge Everton at Goodison Park.


    In the previous day''s fixtures, Manchester United had narrowly won 1-0 against Middlesbrough, regaining the top spot in the standings. Yet, no United fans were particrly thrilled; they anxiously tuned in to witness two other matches, hoping for a copse from both Millwall and Arsenal.


    Before the match, Aldrich motivated the team in the locker room.


    "I know this has been a challenging season. Even before it began, we lost six key yers. At the start of the season, more injuries forced several yers to watch from the sidelines. But looking at it differently, it''s this adversity that has made our resolve stronger. Despite facing hardships, we still hold hopes for the title. The Champions League exit is regrettable, but we''lle back next season. It''s not time to rx; we have only three matches left, and every one is a final! In such high-stakes games, unleash the fighting spirit that you''ve shown all season. Let''s win and reward ourselves with a lovely holiday, something we can cherish in our memories for years!"


    As Aldrich finished speaking, the yers in the locker room looked at him with puzzled expressions.


    Aldrich touched his nose, wondering, "Is something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"


    He even rubbed his mouth, thinking he had forgotten to wipe it after eating.


    Gronkjaer spoke up with a strange look, "Boss, are you questioning our fighting spirit?"


    The others nodded in agreement.


    They weren''t kids anymore.


    With three crucial matches remaining, every one of them was vital, and winning all would bring home two prestigious trophies��the two most important domestic trophies in English football.


    Who wouldn''t want to add such glorious achievements to their resumes?


    While they had previously won both the FA Cup and the league title...


    But when they retire and look back at their careers, who wouldn''t want a list of des thick with achievements?


    Aldrich raised his hands in mock surrender,ughing, "Fine, I apologize! That was all nonsense, but I hope you won''t give me a reason to get angry!"


    The entire team chuckled, but their smiles faded, their eyes gleaming with the hunger of determined beasts.


    At Goodison Park, Millwall yers clearly exhibited their fighting spirit.


    Everton, who just avoided relegation, had no fighting spirit at all in theirst home game. They had done everything they could to achieve their goals in the previous battle for points to avoid relegation, and that mental fortitude seemed to be fading.


    As long as Millwall didn''t drop the ball or take them lightly, they would pose no threat away from home.


    In the 21st minute of the first half, Henry received a pass from Nedved, pulling the ball to the side and turning to find his angle. With a quick shot from the edge of the box, he drove the ball into the lower right corner of the.


    "Henry has scored! He''s found his rhythm under Aldrich and has performed increasingly well as a center-forward. His presence on the pitch makes it reasonable for Van Nistelrooy to sit on the bench."


    Just before the end of the first half, Gronkjaer cut inside and unleashed a long-range shot, which was parried by the keeper. Larsson was quick to follow up, smashing home the rebound, putting Millwall 2-0 ahead of Everton.


    At halftime, Aldrich told the team to rx in the second half. There was no need to be too greedy with a two-goal lead. As long as they didn''t concede a goal and didn''t get injured, they would be in better shape for the Premier League final.


    In the second half, Everton''s performance didn''t improve, but Millwall also focused on controlling the tempo. The pace slowed down until just before the final whistle when Nedved added a thunderous strike from outside the box, sealing a 3-0 away victory for the team.


    Right after the match, Aldrich received unexpected news.


    Arsenal had lost.


    And who did they lose to?


    The White Rose of Yorkshire: Leeds United!


    Even with the Premier League finale approaching, Leeds United,fortably sitting in fifth ce with no real chance of moving up or down, became the talk of Ennd.


    O''Leary suddenly found himself in the spotlight, and his young Leeds United side became the focus of attention.


    First, they drew with Millwall, then with Manchester United, and now, in a crucial moment, they toppled the league leaders, Arsenal.


    People called Chelsea the giant-killers, but Leeds United knocked three different league leaders off the top in just a month.


    With the rise of Manchester United''s ss of ''92, Millwall''s ss of ''95, and Wenger''s Arsenal turning to younger yers, Fleet Street began debating whether building around youth and a talented coach was the quickest path to sess.


    The 37th round of the Premier League was over.


    Millwall fans were in high spirits.


    The Lions sat alone at the top of the table.


    Manchester United fans'' hopes were reignited.


    Before Round 37, Manchester United was in third ce. Now, they''ve moved up to second, trailing Millwall by two points and leading Arsenal by one. As long as Arsenal can hold Millwall to a draw at the Den, and Manchester United win at Old Trafford, the Premier League title could still end up at Old Trafford.


    Chelsea fans were devastated.


    They had already given up hope of making the Champions League next season. But Arsenal''s defeat gave them a glimmer of hope, only for Chelsea to let them down by drawing 2-2 against Spurs in the London Derby at White Hart Lane. The four-point gap to Arsenal effectively ended their league season. Next season, it would be the Europa League for them. If only they''d beaten Spurs, they''d be just two points behind Arsenal...


    As the Premier League finale loomed, the title race became clear.


    Millwall led United by two points and Arsenal by three.


    Millwall and United had the same goal difference, with Arsenal one goal ahead of United.


    Fleet Street was buzzing with excitement. The final round still held all the suspense.


    If Millwall won, they''d take the title.


    If Millwall didn''t win and United did, United would be crowned champions.


    If Millwall drew and United didn''t win, Millwall would be champions.


    If Millwall lost and United didn''t win, Arsenal could steal the title!


    Millwall held the fate of all three teams in their hands.


    Arsenal''s chances were slim, but Manchester United would be hoping Arsenal could at least hold Millwall to a draw or even beat them.


    On May 15th, the Premier League finale kicked off.


    The relegation spots had already been decided, and no one paid them any attention.


    Even the story of ckburn Rovers, Premier League champions just four years ago, now relegated to the First Division, had already faded.


    Nottingham Forest and Charlton hadn''t managed to survive another season in the top flight.


    As for the match everyone was focused on, it was a London Derby!


    Millwall hosted defending champions Arsenal at the Den.


    Who would prevail? The answer woulde in 90 minutes.

 Chapter 409: Game On

    <h4>Chapter 409: Game On</h4>


    The Den...


    With less than ten minutes to go before the final match of the Premier League season kicks off, Aldrich stands on the sideline, gazing up at the sky. It''s a rare sunny day in London, and that alone lifts his spirits.


    The cheers of the fans echo around him; the excitement from the stands is infectious, inspiring everyone present.


    Wenger appears on the sidelines, differing from his usual habit of arriving about thirty minutes early. It seems he''s been having an extended chat with the yers in the locker room today, focusing on the uing match.


    Aldrich steps forward to greet Wenger.


    "Ars��ne, did you ever think this day woulde? You and I fighting for the championship at thest moment."


    Wenger shakes Aldrich''s extended hand, surprised by the smile on his face.


    He can clearly see it isn''t a fa?ade.


    Why is that?


    Millwall hasn''t definitively secured the championship yet. Is he genuinely confident?


    Or perhaps it''s the booming songs from the stands that resonate with him.


    Wenger realizes that Aldrich is an anomaly among coaches��not because of his youth or his track record, but rather due to the environment in which he coaches: utterly pressure-free!


    The fans don''t burden him, and no one can fire him. Withplete control at the club, Aldrich can fully relish the joy of being a head coach at this moment.


    In a season that has been thrilling, Millwall has stood firm under pressure. Now, they need just one victory within the next 90 minutes to im the title.


    Wenger has encountered various opponents��some shrewd and calctive, others enigmatic and cunning��but perhaps the most impactful has been the smiling Aldrich in front of him, who has already shown his cards.


    Aldrich radiates confidence, making it clear what Millwall''s tactics will be today.


    All-out attack!


    To win the league, Millwall needs to throw aside any second-guessing; dwelling on plots and schemes will only lead to self-sabotage. They will embrace a direct approach: in this decisive encounter, even if they were to lose, Aldrich wouldn''t regret it. It''s better to fight valiantly than to bow out meekly, only to regret itter.


    "This might be one of the most unforgettable moments of my coaching career," Wenger shares candidly, speaking freely with Aldrich.


    Aldrich spoke sincerely, "Ars��ne, you''ve surprised me this season. I didn''t have high hopes for Arsenal at the start. Everyone knows that if Arsenal manages to beat Millwall today, I''ll be theughingstock of the football world, regardless of the title."


    Wenger shakes his head, saying, "No, your pre-season prediction was correct��Arsenalcks the depth for a title challenge. Our early exit from the Champions League has given us a chance to go this far in the league. Today, I face the dilemma of needing to beat you, and Arsenal must best our local rivals Millwall, all while hoping our nemesis Spurs can take down Manchester United at Old Trafford. Oh, fate really is cruel."


    "Ha! In 90 minutes, I''ll treat you to drinks. Let''s celebrate Millwall''s championship victory here!"


    "You won''t mind if Arsenal celebrates their title at The Lions'' Den, right?"


    "Ha ha! See you after the match!"


    "Yeah, see you after the match!"


    The two coaches part ways at the sideline, one heading left, the other right. Both wear confident expressions, a moment captured by the broadcast cameras��soon to be one of the season''s iconic scenes and featured in promotional clips for the Premier League.


    "The 1998-99 Premier League final is about to begin! All ten matches will kick off simultaneously, with the most anticipated battle being the London derby at The Lions'' Den, where league leaders Millwall take on third-ced Arsenal in a title decider! Millwall''s path is simple: a victory secures them the league title. For Arsenal to win, they not only have to beat Millwall but also hope Manchester United doesn''t defeat Spurs. Who has set up this scenario today? Arsenal unexpectedly lost to Leeds Unitedst week��a match Wenger should have won��yet the young Leeds side has be the biggest disruptor in the title race. It appears Millwall stands to gain, but given Leeds has only allowed Millwall to capture a single point this season, one could say Millwall has a love-hate rtionship with them."


    "Both teams are finally on the pitch, deploying their strongest line-ups.


    Millwall, 4-3-3:


    Goalkeeper: Butt


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Mak��l��l��, Pirlo, Nedv��d.


    Forwards: Larsson, Henry, Gronkjaer.


    The only regret for Millwall is that Ronaldinho, injured in the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals, will be sidelined for a month. Today, he''ll be watching from the back of the home team''s bench.


    Arsenal, 4-4-2:


    Goalkeeper: Seaman.


    Defenders: Winterburn, Keown, Adams, Dixon.


    Midfielders: Overmars, Petit, Vieira, Pires.


    Forwards: Bergkamp, Anelka.


    "What a season it''s been for young Anelka! He''s already racked up 17 goals in the league, matching Andy Cole for the moment. Right in front of him are Owen, Hasselbaink, and Yorke, all with 18 goals, while Van Nistelrooy is topping the charts with a whopping 24! If Van Nistelrooy doesn''t even step foot on the pitch today, Anelka could have an incredible shot at that Golden Boot. A hat-trick would definitely do the trick��tough, but oh boy, wouldn''t that be something? This season has been one for the books for him!"


    Both teams have lined up on the pitch, and the referee is dying, waiting to kick off simultaneously with Old Trafford.


    As the referee finally blows the whistle, both teams immediately dive into an intense battle.


    With his chin held high and a confident glint in his eye, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, channeling that energy into his Millwall team. Millwall showed a strong offensive momentum from the beginning. They pressed high and started a ruthless pressure strategy, trying to catch Arsenal off guard.


    At first nce, it appeared that Millwall''s yers were clustered between their defensive half and the opponent''s penalty area, with no one directly marking Arsenal''s forwards. However, the moment they regained possession, Millwall''s attacking line would quickly spring into action, their yers interchanging runs and creating space.


    Millwall is all about aggressive attack, while Arsenal sticks to its sessful defensive counter-attacking strategy from recent seasons. So far this season, Arsenal''s conceding rate is an astonishing 0.5 goals per game! It''s not just the best in the Premier League; it''s lower even than many Italian Serie A giants that employ chain defense!


    Gronkjaer received the ball on the left nk and approached the penalty area, feinting to cut inside. Winterburn was fooled momentarily, allowing Gronkjaer to shift the ball and drive toward the byline, while Winterburn sprinted back to block what appeared to be a potential cross.


    At that moment, Gronkjaer made another sharp stop and quick turn, leaving Winterburn utterly outmaneuvered for the second time. A thought shed in Winterburn''s mind.


    "Damn it!"


    "This bastard doesn''t know how to center pass!"


    It''s not that Gronkjaer can''t cross; it''s just that his crosses oftenck quality.


    Aldrich had previously asked Meulensteen to focus on improving Gronkjaer''s ball control and long-range shooting. He couldn''t expect Gronkjaer to perfect every aspect��crossing, shooting, dribbling��especially considering his limited time and natural talent.


    Gronkjaer again changes direction and dribbles into the box. Knowing that Petit is closing in on him, he softly passes the ball to Pirlo, who is making ate run.


    Pirlo collects the ball just outside the box, using his right foot to smoothly set up a shot. Although his movement seems a bit leisurely, he quickly kicks the ball with finesse.


    The ball arcs beautifully, sailing through the air with a mesmerizing curve that draws everyone''s attention.


    Thud.


    "It''s in! Just eight minutes in, Pirlo opens the scoring for Millwall! He took Gronkjaer''s pass and fired from outside the box��a banana shot that looked like it would curve out, but it struck the post and ricocheted into the goal! Seaman can only watch in despair; Pirlo, the key man��this is his fifth league goal this season, an impressive tally considering he missed the first half of the season."


    After the goal, Pirlo turns, fists raised in celebration, beaming with confidence as Southgate rushes over to lift him off the ground. Every fan in The Lions'' Den is shaking with excitement, and countless female fans let out ecstatic screams.


    In the VIP box, Arthur is letting his grandson, Bowen, ride on his shoulders, rhythmically bouncing up and down.


    "Ha! Nothing to worry about; we''re going to beat Arsenal and seize the championship! Don''t bother telling me what''s happening at Manchester United��they''ll just be the runners-up, ha ha!"


    Pusk��s stood at the front of the box, surveying the pitch, his gaze fixed on Aldrich, who was celebrating in a suit, embracing Klinsmann on the sidelines.


    There was a softness to his gaze, a kind of paternal warmth.


    He seemed to see again the young and energetic man of the past, the Aldrich who defeated him with a strategybining passive defense and opportunistic attack.


    "Are you feeling happy now?"


    In this sport, happiness is the only motivation that propels you forward.


    Wenger stands at the sideline, arms crossed, observing his yers'' expressions.


    With Arsenal''s title hopes dwindling, his greatest fear is that conceding a goal will demoralize the yers.


    At that moment, an assistant rushes up from behind and whispers in Wenger''s ear, "Spurs have scored; Manchester United is trailing 0-1 at Old Trafford."


    Wenger''s eyes widen in disbelief.


    He immediately turns to the assistant and says, "Ry this news to the yers on the pitch!"


    The assistant darts to the sidelines, shouting to the yers.


    "Oh, we have breaking news: Manchester United is trailing 0-1 to Spurs at home! However, Millwall has also scored, so they''re leading! If United can''t turn it around for a victory, Millwall can clinch the league title with just a draw. The current situation is extremely favorable for Millwall!"


    The fans in the stands catch the news, and their jubtion esctes further!


    Arsenal''s yers share thetest updates, and their spirits rise immediately as they head into kick-off, ready to fight with renewed vigor!


    Unexpectedly, Spurs havee through for them, scoring first at Old Trafford!


    As long as Manchester United doesn''t win, Arsenal definitely has a chance.


    There''s still time in this match!


    Once the whistle blows, Arsenal quickly organizes their attack. Theirbination y isn''t quite clicking, so they focus their offense through Overmars, relying on the Dutch winger to exploit Millwall''s defense.


    "This match is proving to be more open than anticipated. We thought Millwall would y conservatively, looking to hit on the counter as Arsenal pursued goals, but Millwall has chosen to attack outright. As a result, the game has turned into a fast-paced affair, with swift transitions between attack and defense, making for thrilling and straightforward y."

 Chapter 410: The Final Battle

    <h4>Chapter 410: The Final Battle</h4>


    Arsenal conceded the first goal due to an opportunity created by Gronkjaer on the left nk. They quickly adjusted their defensive strategy and sessfully limited his effectiveness over the next several minutes.


    This kid is very strong in dribbling and controlling the ball, but his shorings are also obvious. As long as the defensive yers prevent him from cutting into the penalty area, they can let him pass the ball at will along the baseline. As long as they prevent him from cutting into the penalty area, the defense is considered a sess.


    After observing for a while, Aldrich made adjustments from the sidelines.


    He switched Gronkjaer and Larsson''s positions, moving Gronkjaer to the right wing, and made sure that Schneider supported him during attacks. This brought some much-needed variation to their wing y.


    He couldn''t risk letting Zambrotta surge forward on the left, considering the threat posed by Overmars on the same side.


    This adjustment refreshed the entire offensive formation and ensured that the offense would not stagnate.


    In the 23rd minute of the match, Millwall intercepted the ball in the center. Southgate blocked Vieira''s through ball intended for Bergkamp, then quickly passed it to Larsson, who was dropping back to receive. Larsson, with his back toward Winterburn, swept the ball to the other side. Gronkjaer grabbed it and surged forward. Dixon defended against his cut inside, but Gronkjaer stopped the ball and pushed it right, where Schneider arrived and made a quick cross. Henry, dashing to the near post, tried to head it in but was thwarted by a reach from Seaman.


    The ball bounced out of the box,nding at Petit''s feet. Just as he was about to turn, Nedved rushed in from behind to poke it into the box. Henry picked it up andid it off for Larsson, who carved inside and unleashed a powerful shot. Seaman made another brilliant save, his consecutive stops boosting Arsenal''s morale.


    Seaman held onto the ball before passing it to Adams, who sent an immediate long pass upfield. Bergkamp, strolling back, effortlessly controlled it and threaded a pass into the left side.


    Schneider hadn''t fully recovered defensively, and Pires advanced, effortlessly breaking through Millwall''s back line.


    He was on the wing, giving Millwall enough time to regroup.


    Pires cut diagonally toward the box, and just as Materazzi closed in for a tight challenge, Pires abruptly stopped, pulling the ball back to an iing Anelka.


    "Will Anelka shoot? Or break through? No, he passes the ball! Anelka passes the ball to Bergkamp whoes in from the back!"


    Bergkamp took possession and skillfully dribbled past Southgate, who had been marking Anelka. Mak��l��l�� dropped back to provide cover against Bergkamp, but the striker cleverly turned to protect the ball before reversing direction. With a well-timed fake to create space, he gently pushed the ball toward the far post. Butt rushed to intercept, but Pires arrived at the back post, sweeping the ball into the goal.


    "Arsenal equalized! Pires scored, but was it a shot or a pass from Bergkamp? Either way, Pires grabbed the chance at the back post, what a beautiful move! Arsenal now have hope of winning the championship again!"


    After scoring, Pires merely exchanged low-key celebrations with his teammates before they all retreated to defense.


    Pires''s a Millwall boy at heart, and whenever he visited Millwall, he''d usually pop into Aldrich''s dressing room an hour before the match, showing his respect and appreciation.


    Today was the title-deciding match. He didn''t visit the Millwall locker room, but he didn''t celebrate exuberantly after scoring.


    Aldrich''s expression remained unchanged.


    Henry and Larsson couldn''t convert their opportunities, turning away as Arsenal quickly countered to level the match. At that moment, Arsenal''s ability to take chances was just a bit better than Millwall''s.


    No need to be discouraged; they should keep attacking.


    To fully restrict Arsenal''s offense, Millwall would have to rely solely on counter-attacks, but Arsenal could counter as well. Whether Millwall could win was uncertain.


    Risk was needed; without it, how could theypete for the league title?


    After Arsenal equalized, they seemed to have the upper hand, attacking fiercely.


    In the 38th minute, Overmars shook off Larsson''s defensive efforts on the wing and cut inside, looking to break past Zambrotta. The Italian stayed close, applying pressure and anticipating a sudden stop from Overmars. Just as Overmars prepared to turn, Zambrotta deftly intercepted the ball and surged forward. Larsson quickly joined the attack, and Zambrotta executed a diagonal pass to Pirlo. After settling the ball, Pirlo sent a precise through ball to Larsson, who was darting into the gap in the opponent''s defense.


    Keown tracked Larsson closely, effectively blocking his shootingne. Larsson, however, skillfully altered his rhythm, creating some space from the defender before pretending to take a shot.


    Keown quickly readjusted and closed in on him again, but Larsson burst through the defense, nearly finding himself one-on-one with the goalkeeper, though the angle was quite narrow.


    In an unexpected move, Larsson chose to cross the ball instead of shooting. The ball traveled slowly across the goal, where Nedv��d was ready, leaping towards the near post to power a header into the back of the!


    Vieira, who stayed close to Nedved, mmed his hands on his thighs in frustration.


    When Larsson crossed, Nedved had jumped first, while Vieira only followed. How could he keep up!


    Who would have expected Larsson to pass rather than shoot?


    "Nedved scores! That''s his 17th goal of the league! Incredible stats for a midfielder; Nedved hasted 17 goals this season! This goal highlights the synergy between Larsson and Nedved. Wait, it seems Nedved is injured. He crashed into the post after scoring. His courage ismendable, but was it worth the cost?"


    "Nedv��d has scored! The stands erupted in jubtion, but the atmosphere at the Lions'' Den quickly turned to silence as the fans anxiously gazed at Nedv��d, whoy on the ground before the Arsenal goal.


    He would never easily stay down; if he was down and couldn''t rise, it surely meant he was injured!


    Millwall''s yers gathered around Nedved, while Aldrich stood on the sidelines, scowling.


    When Nedved finally got to his feet, apuse erupted from the stands like a tidal wave.


    He tried to steady himself with one hand on his right shoulder, clearly injured from that hard hit against the post.


    He walked up to Aldrich and said, "Boss, I''m fine. Just need to get my shoulder fixed and I can continue ying."


    However, the team doctor exined to Aldrich that Nedv��d had dislocated his shoulder, and there might be a minor fracture.


    Aldrich turned to Nedv��d and firmly stated, ''You''reing off. I''m making the call here. Even if it costs us the match, I won''t regret it. You can me me, but my decision stands.''


    Nedv��d locked eyes with Aldrich for three seconds, ultimately epting the decision to be substituted with a resigned sigh.


    Would he hold a grudge against Aldrich? Even if he wanted to, it would be hard to feel that way."


    Before subbing in Lampard, Aldrich clearly gave him instructions from the sidelines.


    "Defensively, think of yourself as a central midfielder; you can drop back to the box. When attacking, consider yourself a forward. Got it?"


    Aldrich has stopped developing Lampard as an attacking midfielder. For some reason, Lampard always seems to fall short in making a direct impact on goal from that position. However, when given the role of Pirlo''s backup, his unexpectedte runs from deep have been more effective. The only downside is that he stillcks a bit in creativity and organization.


    Lampard nodded seriously in acknowledgment.


    "Millwall had to make a tactical switch in the 40th minute, with young Lamparding on for the injured Nedv��d. With the score at 2-1, Millwall''s chances of lifting the trophy were looking incredibly bright!"


    After Lampard entered, Millwall needed to stabilize the morale hit from Nedved''s injury, so they shifted their formation defensively.


    As thest moments of the first half unfolded, Arsenal held the possession, but threat from their attacks remained limited. After three sessive clearances from Millwall, the referee blew for halftime.


    At least Aldrich noticed the brewing situation in those final minutes.


    They couldn''t let Arsenal attack relentlessly; in other words, Millwall couldn''t rely on counter-attacks. As long as Arsenal maintained their momentum and spirit, they might find it difficult to break through in a tactical battle.


    During halftime, Aldrich didn''t need to rally the team''s spirits, but he needed to make crucial tactical adjustments.


    Bringing Gronkjaer on for Ronaldinho had decreased their offensive fluidity, and Lampard recing Nedved diminished that further. Aldrich needed to reconfigure their attacking strategy.


    When the second half began, both teams returned from their respective tunnels. The fans were spirited, giving their all to support Millwall, attempting to suppress Arsenal''s momentum.


    Arsenal kicked off from the center circle. After some simple passing, Anelka found space in the attack and, 40 yards out from the box, opted for a long-range shot!


    The power and precision behind that strike were simply breathtaking!


    Fortunately, Butt was focused and deflected it out for a corner.


    "Whoa! Anelka almost scored a world-beater!"


    Arsenal prepared to take the corner, sending their defenders up to join the attack.


    Overmars took the kick; a figure rose high in the crowd and got a head on it.


    This time, Butt stood no chance; it was a close-range header into the corner, and there was nothing he could do.


    "Adams! Arsenal captain Adams scores with a header! He has equalized for Arsenal. Just minutes into the second half, Arsenal has made it 2:2. They are now just a step away from the league title! Hold on, breaking news from Old Trafford��Manchester United has also scored in the second half. The score against Tottenham is now 1:1. Millwall, Arsenal, and Manchester United all still harbor hopes for the title. If Manchester United wins and this match ends in a draw, they will im the league championship!"


    Just moments after Wenger celebrated the goal, an assistant rushed over to inform him of the situation at Old Trafford. Wenger''s expression shifted from joy to slight gloom.


    "What''s going on with Spurs? They''ve got the lead��why aren''t they parking the bus and going all out on defense?"


    With so much time remaining, Manchester United has managed to equalize at home. How much fighting spirit can Tottenham really show now?


    With Adams''s goal and Manchester United pulling level, a few Millwall fans in the stands began to fret.


    To concede so quickly after equalizing in the second half didn''t affect Millwall''s yers; they didn''t care what was happening with the score elsewhere.


    Today''s match against Arsenal was the final!


    And it was a must-win final within 90 minutes!


    Arsenal''s momentum surged, but Millwall didn''t back down either, ramping up their midfield battles upon the restart.


    With Lampard and Makelele positioned one in front and one behind, sandwiched by Pirlo, Millwall gradually began to gain control in midfield. Their offensive routines became predictable, aiming to exploit gaps in Arsenal''s defense through passing and control, drawing the Gunners'' backline out. Once gaps appeared, Larsson and Gronkjaer pushed forward to create threats.


    The conditions on the field grew tense. Millwall''s attacking patternscked diversity, weakening their offense. Aldrich found it tricky; relying solely on thisteral passing to carve openings would be difficult against a resolute defense that has drawn envy across Europe this season.

 Chapter 411: Epic Last-Minute Decider

    <h4>Chapter 411: Epic Last-Minute Decider</h4>


    As the clock ticked down in the Lion''s Den, the tension was building for everyone watching this final. This game was about more than just three points; it could very well decide who would lift the league trophy at the end of the game.


    The next goal could very well determine the league champion.


    Both Millwall and Arsenal fans had their eyes closed, hands sped together, praying to the heavens.


    Aldrich would never pray, not even in his mind.


    Minutes into the second half, he made a decisive tactical adjustment, believing that relying on wide passing and quick interchanges to break down Arsenal''s defense was a bit too optimistic.


    He instructed the attack to focus on the left nk!


    Larsson, Henry, Lampard, and Pirlo frequently moved the ball left, applying pressure to Arsenal''s right side and forcing Overmars to retreat constantly to defend. This also stifled Arsenal''s right-side attacks. Schneider on the right stopped joining the attack, effectively freezing Pires after the score reached 2:2.


    As Arsenal yed away, Wenger had few adjustments left to make. They could only counterattack through the center, but if they couldn''t maintain possession there, their counterattacks wouldck power.


    At this stage of the game, it''s a test of nerves! Everything depends on who makes a mistake �C who loses the ball in the marking phase, who dives for the ball and then gets fooled, allowing the opponent to break through the defense.


    As the match entered the 80th minute, it was clear that Arsenal''s yers were struggling to keep up with Millwall, especially on the defensive line, which had an average age of over 34.


    The left-sided focus of Millwall''s attack was strategic, a ssic feint!


    Pressure after pressure, initially the numbers were equal and Arsenal held firm. However, as fatigue set in, Larsson easily broke past Winterburn into a cross that nearly allowed Henry to score. The Arsenal yers realized they needed to provide more support on the right defense.


    With the match hanging in the bnce, the clock ticked to the 89th minute, and the fourth official raised the dreaded board: three minutes of stoppage time. The stadium buzzed with anxiety, as both sides understood that these final moments could change everything��one misstep could lead to glory or despair!


    "Three minutes! Only three minutes left in the entire match. If the score ends up like this, Millwall will lift the league trophy! Meanwhile, the score at Manchester United is still 1:1."


    Aldrich was closely monitoring the situation at Old Trafford. It appeared favorable; as long as Millwall managed a draw and Manchester United did the same, Millwall would clinch the league title. However, Aldrich knew he couldn''t pull his team back; they needed to press forward. This was the moment for genuine risk.


    Arsenal had not given up yet. At this juncture, if they could just one goal, they could stage an incredible turnaround to im the championship!


    "Oh wow! Manchester United has scored ast-minute winner against Spurs! 2:1! Reports from Old Trafford tell us that United scored in the 90th minute! 2:1! 2:1! Manchester United is now just waiting for the oue of this match! If Millwall can''t secure a victory, United will lift the trophy! Who would have guessed we''d be in this situation? Just 2 minutes left��will Millwall copse in the final moments? Arsenal has no opportunities left! None!"


    At Old Trafford, Ferguson celebrated jubntly as his team orchestrated aeback. Spurs seemed to have given up, and United began to y possession football, wasting time. All their focus was on the Lions'' Den, eager to hear the oue.


    Ferguson and his assistant whispered together as thetter listened to the radio broadcasts, updating Ferguson every three seconds on the score.


    2:2


    2:2


    2:2


    Ferguson kept checking his watch, muttering, "Damn it, just let it end in 2:2!"


    In the Lions'' Den, Wenger turned pale upon learning of Manchester United''s 2:1 lead.


    "Damn Spurs!" he muttered under his breath.


    Were they messing with us on purpose?


    Both fanbases in the stands received the news almost immediately.


    Arsenal fans were disheartened.


    Even if they somehow managed to score against Millwall now, the title would no longer be theirs.


    Millwall''s fans also took a hit mentally, their spirits dampened by the news.


    Yet, at this moment, Brady turned to all the Lions fans and shouted, "Let''s all chant something!"


    Everyone looked at him, thinking he was going to get them to rally together with a cheer.


    But Brady bellowed, "Let''s chant: Manchester United 2:1 Spurs!"


    Suddenly, the crowd understood the significance of his words.


    In an instant, the Lions'' Den erupted with deafening cheer.


    "Manchester United 2:1 Spurs!"


    "Manchester United 2:1 Spurs!"


    "Manchester United 2:1 Spurs!"


    ...


    On the field, the Arsenal yers were oblivious to the score at Old Trafford. They couldn''t deduce it from the fans'' reactions either. Without a goal, there''s no title, and the fans were naturally disappointed.


    Wenger certainly wouldn''t share the result with his yers��that would be shooting himself in the foot.


    However, when the chant of "Manchester United 2:1 Spurs" echoed through the stadium, the Arsenal yers felt as if they had been struck by lightning.


    For heaven''s sake, that nemesis Spurs, we were counting on you to park the bus against United!


    Clearly, they couldn''t rely on their arch-nemeses.


    Arsenal''s hopes of winning had been thoroughly shattered, but Millwall still had a chance.


    Just as Arsenal''s morale plummeted, the game approached the final minute of stoppage time.


    Zambrotta intercepted Overmars from behind, sending a direct pass to Larsson. Larsson took a couple of dribbles before a precise through ball found Henry, who made a diagonal run to the left to control the ball. Without stopping, he half-turned and swept the ball across to the right.


    "There''s a big gap in Arsenal''s left-side defense! Gronkjaer beat Dixon to the ball in the box! Adams is closing in to block his shooting angle. Gronkjaerys it back to the edge of the box��Lampard is in position!"


    Vieira and Petit rushed to block Lampard''s shot, but they were clearly trailing off in their pace, perhaps due to fatigue or the dissolution of spirit after realizing their title hopes were extinguished.


    At this point, Lampard kept his cool and did not shoot, but cleverly passed the ball out wide where Pirlo ran over to control the ball. With one deft touch, Pirlo broke through the entire Arsenal defence and now had only goalkeeper Seaman in front of him.


    Seaman rushed out, trying to narrow the angle, but Pirlo calmly slotted the ball towards goal.


    This opportunity was very precious, so he chose the safest way to shoot - he absolutely could not miss it!


    With the distance so short, Seaman instinctively reduced himself as the ball rolled towards him, but it was toote; the ball slipped right past him and into the back of the.


    "Last-minute winner! Last-minute winner! Last-minute winner! Pirlo has delivered the killer blow! His shot pierced right through Seaman! Millwall shattered Manchester United''s championship dreams at thest moment! Heroic Pirlo��he scored twice in this match!"


    The Lions'' Den erupted; many fans wept tears of joy and some even attempted to storm the field to embrace the yers.


    Pirlo rushed to the corner g, but before he could celebrate, he was enveloped by teammates, forming a massive pile!


    Aldrich, upon hearing about United''sst-minute goal, felt his heart racing uncontrobly.


    Calm?


    Damn it, who can stay calm at a time like this?


    Trying to steady himself, he took a couple of swigs from his water bottle, but suddenly, as he saw Pirlo score, he sprayed the water out and hurled the bottle away, possibly hitting a ball boy on the sidelines...


    Then, Aldrich''s expression shifted to one of manic excitement as he sprinted along the sideline toward his yers.


    What a rollercoaster of emotions!


    Just seconds before, United scored, now Millwall had done the same!


    Aldrich''s hair was disheveled and his clothes in disarray as he ran wildly, nearly tripping. Yet, he continued to yell as he made his way to the yers,nding right into the bosom of Materazzi, who steadied him as Aldrich pumped his fist and roared, "Damn football, screw that lucky goddess! You are the Super Lions! Millwall, we are champions! We are the strongest! We will make everyone bow down before us!"


    "Oh wow, Hall celebrated passionately once again. Just look at that expression on his face��like a devil who wed his way back from hell! Who knew a handsome guy could look like that? Ha! His team has just beaten Arsenal and is on the verge of reiming the Premier League title��this is crucial for him and Millwall. Hall knows he must make an impact this season, especially after losing half of the main squad, to show everyone that Millwall won''t fall apart or step back frompeting with top teams, because Millwall still has him! This will boost the team''s confidence and entice more quality talents to join Millwall. Today, they''ve done it! If they secure the title, this season will be etched in history as one of the mostpetitive and thrilling in Ennd''s top leagues. Millwall clinches the championship at thest minute, edging out Manchester United, Arsenal, and Chelsea!"


    Millwall''s yers formed a triumphant huddle, each embracing Pirlo, even Gattuso dashed from the bench to kiss Pirlo on the cheek.


    After hugging Pirlo, Aldrich ripped off his disheveled suit and threw it toward the stands, where fans scrambled to grab it. Raising his arms, Aldrich prompted the fans to cheer louder, together celebrating Millwall''s return to the pinnacle of top-flight football.


    Arsenal yers stood with their hands on their hips, while Wenger returned to his seat.


    Unless Arsenal scored two quick goals, their position wouldn''t change. Even if they did score twice, they would only finish as runners-up, though a silver lining awaited them: they would not have to endure a yoff for European qualification next season.


    As Aldrich walked back to the touchline, he noticed his assistants and a few yers gathered around. Curious, he approached to see Aguero standing innocently in the middle while the medical staff tended to his nose, which was bleeding.


    Frowning, Aldrich asked, "What happened to him?"


    Aguero had been at the sidelines as a ball boy earlier, and now De Rossi wasughing heartily, "Boss, you hit him!"


    Aldrich was baffled, "What does it have to do with me?"


    Aguero looked near tears, still clutching a water bottle.


    Aldrich nced over, then caught sight of the water bottle Aguero was gripping��it was the very bottle Aldrich had carelessly thrown away during his celebration!


    That instant had been caught on live broadcast; the cameras panned to Aldrich as he sprayed water and flung the bottle. When theyter reyed it, they''d see Aguero being struck by the half-full bottle just as he was gearing up to sprint onto the pitch after Pirlo''s goal.


    Poor Aguero! He saw Pirlo score and was so excited he sprinted towards the celebration,He had taken only one step before feeling a rush of air beside his head. When he turned, bang! He felt dizzy, blood streaming from his nose, and then he slumped to the ground as the bottle bounced into the air, slowly returning to earth...


    Aldrich patted Aguero''s head, offered an apology, and told him to stay on the sidelines until they could celebrate together.


    Turning his gaze back to the field, the Arsenal yers prepared for the kickoff. How much longer would stoppage timest? No one knew��only the referee would determine that.

 Chapter 412: Celebration at The Den

    <h4>Chapter 412: Celebration at The Den</h4>


    When the game restarted, Arsenal''s yers were in their positions. There were no 11 people attacking forward with all their strength in the hope of scoring a goal, and Millwall did not deploy all its yers to defend in front of the penalty area.


    Aldrich also practiced how to stop the opponent''s attack at the critical moment of the game. The key is not how many defenders are arranged in the penalty area, but how to systematically disrupt the opponent''s passing route and intercept the opponent''s passing route. Leaving the midfield empty and defenseless is a very dangerous tactical arrangement.


    After the game resumed, Arsenal passed the ball to the front court. Anelka had his back to the goal, but was attacked from behind by Makelele, who quickly intercepted the ball and Henry retreated to catch the ball.


    The opposing yers rushed into the penalty area, Henry passed the ball back to Lampard, Vieira appeared in front of him, Lampard felt a little nervous, so he had to kick the ball hard to the front line, more like a clearance than a pass, he deliberately kicked the ball to the sideline near the Arsenal defense area to waste more time.


    This was the right choice; better to give the opponent a throw-in than to risk making a mistake at such a critical moment.


    The referee noticed that the Arsenal yers seemed to have no enthusiasm to continue attacking, so he immediately blew the whistle to end the game.


    "1998-1999 English Premier League perfectly wrapped up! With Pirlo''sst-minute goal in the 93rd minute, Millwall has turned the tables to im the top league championship for the second time in their history! Why is it considered aeback? Because at the 91st minute, Manchester United was leading the live points table. Just thirty seconds away from iming the league title after three long years, their dreams were shattered by Hall''s Millwall. Old Trafford must be engulfed in disappointment, but The Den is bursting with passion. Fans have flooded onto the pitch, surrounding the yers and coaches, lifting them into the air, grateful for the joy and glory they''ve brought to supporters this season! Congrattions to Hall, congrattions to Millwall��two Premier League trophies in three years, along with a Winners'' Cup, a Champions League title, and additional sesses in the FA Cup and League Cup. Regardless of whether they manage to win at the FA Cup final in a week, Millwall has proven they will not fall like ckburn, but instead will continue to strive for their unfinished dreams. Perhaps The Lions'' fans may regret being eliminated by Bayern Munich in the semifinals and missing out on the chance for a treble, but they will never feel disappointment towards Hall and this team. Millwall is young, passionate, driven, and full of dreams. They will make their rivals tremble across Europe. We''ve been fortunate to witness one of the most intense and thrilling seasons in English top-flight football, and this is just the beginning. I think everyone shares my excitement, just like Martin Tyler��we are already looking forward to seeing how this team matures and grows stronger in the future, ready to create even greater glories! Andy, do you agree with the thought that just popped into my mind: Hall''s Millwall is starting to forge their own dynasty?"


    "Absolutely! Since Millwall climbed to the Premier League, including today''s league title, they''ve already imed eight major trophies: two league titles, two FA Cups, two League Cups, and two European trophies. Plus, they still have the FA Cup final to y. If we count additional honors like the Super Cup, it''s no exaggeration to say Hall''s Millwall has been a trophy-collecting machine! But beyond the des, I believe Hall''s development of the team''s style, stars, and the club''s global influence are all key factors proving they''re building a dynasty!"


    The Den was packed with fans, surrounding Aldrich and the yers. Some were hurled into the air, others were hugged tightly by tearful supporters, and a few ecstatic female fans took advantage of the moment...


    Arsenal''s yers and coaches left the pitch in sadness at the end of the match, and Wenger didn''t meet Aldrich afterward.


    At Old Trafford, Manchester United''s yers, with moist eyes, thanked their fans at the sidelines while Ferguson shook his head regretfully.


    Damn London teams. Damn London teams...


    Tottenham, Arsenal, and Millwall��these three London clubs were all under Ferguson''s curse.


    However, after leaving the field, Ferguson pulled out his phone and sent Aldrich a congrattory text, ending with: *How much for Van Nistelrooy?*


    The Premier League Golden Boot winner was only on the bench at Millwall. Given that Henry and Ronaldinho weren''t likely to leave next season, he would remain a substitute. And Larsson? Ferguson had given up on that dream. If Millwall ever considered selling the Swedish striker, Manchester United would move mountains to get him. Unfortunately, after several failed attempts over the seasons, Larsson had shown no interest in leaving, leaving Ferguson no choice but to withdraw.


    But for Van Nistelrooy, Ferguson might not offer a starting position, but guaranteed ying time and a better contract were enough to entice him.


    Would Millwall offer Van Nistelrooy a new contract as a starting yer?


    While he remains a substitute, joining Manchester United offers a lucrative paycheck and a greater chance of advancement. After all, York and Cole are both more than five years older than Van Nistelrooy.


    ...


    The new chairman of the FA, Thompson, watching from The Den, was nervous as he felt the tension that Weissman had experienced in recent end-of-season matches. It was truly nerve-racking.


    Manchester United had a replica of the Premier League trophy, while the real one resided with Millwall; all the important guests for the awards ceremony were there. If United won the title, they would have a trophy, but the ceremony would beckluster inparison.


    Before the award ceremony, fans returned to the stands, celebrating their team''s victory with excitement and joy.


    The yers'' family members appeared at the pitch''s edge. Their young children, mostly still toddlers, wore jerseys with their fathers'' numbers and their own names, innocently ying on the grass. These little ones werepletely unaware of what this moment meant for their fathers, but their presence created an even sweeter memory.


    Before Aldrich stepped onto the stage, he called Aguero over. Kun had crumpled paper stuck up his nose, his bridge slightly reddened��perhaps he had hurt himself and cried earlier. There were signs of moisture in the corners of his eyes.


    Aldrich took his hand with a smile, walking into the field amidst the fans'' cheers.


    Before stepping onto the red carpet, Ag��ero turned back to a group of friends, stuck out his tongue, and made a goofy face.


    Messi smirked and shot back a yful grimace, while De Rossi turned to Cristiano Ronaldo and said, "How does this kid get so lucky?"


    Holding a ser ball, Ronaldo pointed at Materazzi and replied, "I gave him the ball so he could smash it in your face, and then you''d have a reason to let him join you on the pitch."


    ...


    Before leading Aguero to the award stage, Aldrich released his hand and paused instead of rushing to ept his award. He performed a gesture of bowing to acknowledge the crowd.


    This season had a difficult start, with a risky tactical overhaul halfway through. If it didn''t work, it could cost him dearly.


    Aldrich never anticipated that thepetition would be so fierce and intense; the top teams shifted constantly, and even the results would be decided in the final minute.


    He felt deep gratitude for this group of yers.


    It was them who made him who he was; Aldrich would never arrogantly im that he had single-handedly achieved this sess.


    He expressed his thanks for their consistent performances, their professional integrity, and the ambition they disyed in high-pressure situations.


    The entire team apuded Aldrich, expressing their gratitude to their young coach, whether they came from the early days of the team or were new additions on the first-team roster this season.


    If there was any regret in the league this season, it was that Ashley Cole and Paulo Ferreira did not get a championship medal��they hadn''t met the required ying time.


    When Aldrich approached the two young men on the podium, he embraced them and whispered words of encouragement.


    Even without medals, they were still happy in this moment. While the current glory didn''t belong to them, the future they had ahead was promising and worth waiting for; in fact, they couldn''t wait for the new season to start.


    Southgate lifted the championship trophy, and the champion song echoed throughout the crowd.


    Ronaldinho, dressed in casual clothes, won the Young yer of the Season award, while Ruud van Nistelrooy took home the Golden Boot. Nedved was the undisputed yer of the Season, having scored 17 league goals - just three shy of the Golden Boot - and leading in assists for the entire campaign. Millwall swept the individual awards this season; that would have been the case even if they hadn''t won the league title.


    After stepping down from the podium and taking a group photo, Aldrich approached Aguero, kneeling down to give him his championship medal with a smile, saying, "This medal is for you, as apensation for my earlier oversight."


    Aguero''s eyes sparkled as he gazed at the medal in his hands, caressing it, clearly enamored. He was ecstatic.


    Aldrich continued to smile, "It belongs to you, but remember, you didn''t earn it through your efforts. You can keep it at home, take a look asionally, and tell yourself that one day you will earn medals��one, two, three, and many more��through your hard work. Be a collector of medals, showing off to friends and making your family proud. One day when you settle down, you can pull it out, allowing your children to be proud of you."


    Aguero showed a contemtive expression, then nodded heavily. Aldrich helped him hang the medal around his neck, patting his head with a smile and asking, "Do you see any of your favorite stars here?"


    Aguero turned to look at Larsson, who was holding a child. Aldrich said, "Go take a photo with him; he won''t say no."


    Aguero excitedly ran towards Larsson, and his little friends couldn''t hold back their excitement either.


    This kid has such incredible luck!


    He was hit in the face by a water bottle, but in the end he got a championship medal!


    Look at how smug he is; it''s so annoying!


    Aldrich watched Aguero running off with a smile, then turned to see several reporters approaching, ready to ask him about his thoughts on winning the championship.


    "This has been an extraordinary season, one that I believe will be etched in the memories of yers and fans for years toe. Thepetition was much harsher than when we won two years ago, but we have persevered until the end, disying the spirit a champion should possess. We have always believed we could win. Without that unwavering faith, we wouldn''t be holding the trophy at this moment. Though we have won the league title, our season is not over yet. Now, I will focus on the FA Cup final."

 Chapter 413: Ronaldinho’s Worries

    <h4>Chapter 413: Ronaldinho''s Worries</h4>


    After winning the league championship, Millwall enjoyed two days of vacation. That night, the team''s three captains organized a grand party and invited all the yers and their families to attend.


    Aldrich chose to attend a gathering hosted by Carter, which seemed more like an elite social event filled with handsome men and beautiful women. From the outside, there was no sign of debauchery, but who knows what goes on behind closed doors?


    Standing by the window with a drink in hand and a cigarette in the other, Aldrich noticed Carter doing the same��one arm resting casually on the windowsill as they faced each other.


    "Howe Yvonne isn''t here tonight?"


    Aldrich took a drag and let the smoke curl away, answering without reservation, "I''m avoiding her. Things are getting hard to control."


    After over a year of friendship, Aldrich and Carter were now able to speak openly with each other. Both understood the importance of discretion among friends, which was part of why Carter had be well-liked in social circles��he was reliable and had a ster reputation.


    Carterughed and turned his head, surveying the banquet hall. His gaze lingered on some gorgeous women who kept ncing their way. "You''re quite the target for many here. It seems Yvonne will be the one to win you over in the end."


    "I''m not sure; maybe it''s just the nature of men. To be honest, I''ve been abstinent for nearly a year."


    Feeling the weight of many other gazes fixed on him, Aldrich hade to the balcony for some quiet.


    Carter was startled and shocked. "You mean you don''t even masturbate?"


    Aldrich shrugged casually. "Just every three days."


    "Only once every three days? Do you know how often our financial traders masturbate?"


    "Huh?"


    "Three times a day! They say the financial market is too stimting, and emotions can swing wildly, so they have to keep themselves fired up or just forget everything for a moment of rxation."


    "If I have to take the team out every day and y at least two games a day, I''m probably going to have to pamper myself three times a day," Aldridge joked.


    Carter burst intoughter, the sound drawing the attention of others who were curious about what had them so amused.


    Even though many in the room knew Aldrich, most didn''t have a close enough rtionship with him to engage in anything beyond formal pleasantries.


    Carter gazed out at the city lights and smiled. "Do you still have the drive?"


    "I do. But I can feel my focus isn''t entirely on football anymore, or perhaps my motivation isn''t as strong as it was five years ago."


    "What if you were to coach the Ennd national team? Would that reignite your passion?"


    Laughing lightly, Aldrich replied, "I doubt there''s much chance of that happening."


    "Coppell''s national team is performing poorly in the Euro qualifiers; there''s a lot of pressure on him. As a fan, I''m not optimistic. Ennd hardly has any great coaches avable to step up."


    "They could hire a foreign coach; there are plenty of great trainers out there."


    "Not a chance! We''re talking about Ennd here. The British are innately proud and wouldn''t allow a foreigner to lead. That''s just ridiculous."


    Aldrich thought for a moment. If he remembered correctly, didn''t Enndter hire Eriksson as their coach? He wasn''t English, right? However, with a sigh, he found peace in this knowledge.


    Of course, history would reflect that, but the process may not be so straightforward. Having lived in Ennd for years and immersed in its football culture, he knew that post-2000, Ennd''s arrogance had worn thin; they certainly were not behaving like aristocrats anymore.


    There are almost no excellent local coaches, and a truly talented coach like Bobby Robson is unlikely toe back because he has already coached the national team.


    "Whatever. It''s not really my problem."


    "What are your ns for summer? Will you travel likest year?"


    "Not this time. I''m nning to buy a house in Liverpool. Mnie is due to give birth around August, and I need to be there for her."


    Carter suddenly realized. "Oh, that''s why you''re avoiding Yvonne?"


    Aldrich nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "I don''t care what others think of me, but at this moment, if I get too... carried away, I''ll regret itter. Thankfully, there are only seven days left in the season."


    "Is it a boy or a girl?"


    "A boy. Two of them."


    "Twins?"


    "Yeah."


    "Congrattions."


    "I wish they were a boy and a girl."


    Talking about his uing kids softened Aldrich''s expression.


    However, Carter seemed to yfully stir the pot and asked, "What about after she gives birth?"


    Aldrich paused, contemting. "I don''t know. Before I came here, she called me and mentioned that she''d be making another record with three other girls to test the market. The kids will stay in Liverpool with her parents. I can visit anytime, but damn, it feels like I''m a father hiding in the shadows. But I can''t bargain with her. It would definitely end badly, and nobody would be happy."


    "If you were a woman, you''d probably feel the same way. If you had your child, wouldn''t you want them at home? It''s not like you''re looking to marry her."


    "It''s not that I don''t want to marry her; it''s that I want a real wife, not just someone I see once a month."


    "Ha! Guess being famousplicates everything. Let''s not dwell on this; it seems only to make you more upset. By the way, I heard your brother in America made some great investments. How much did he invest in thatpanyst year?"


    Aldrich recalled that every time he met Bat, they would talk about his ventures in the United States.


    "I think it''s around 500,000 dors. He''s using a scattergun investment approach there; as long as it''s rted to the inte and has a creative angle, hispany generously invests, attracting many entrepreneurs whoe seeking funding."


    Since Bat established his investment strategy a few years back, Aldrich realized he only needed to invest, like with Microsoft, without managing thepany or worrying about finding talent; just invest in the right ces, and profits would roll in. Perhaps that initial $500,000 investment would exceed $3 billion in ten or twenty years.


    Carter suddenly lowered his voice. "Three months ago, the first inte bank opened. Do you think this will be the future trend?"


    "Definitely! The inte will continue to grow rapidly. As people be more reliant onputers and the inte, they''ll naturally start buying online. Look at our club''s merchandise sales; the trend reflects this. The only difference is that currently, it''s more order-based. Members have to deposit money into the club''s ount and wait for confirmation before we ship their items. If members can just sit in front of aputer and transfer money directly via an inte bank, it would not only be efficient but make everything easier. Many customers abandon buying our merchandise simply due to the hassle of going to the bank. We''re waiting for the inte banking system to mature, after which we''ll find a partner."


    Carter nodded approvingly.


    They chatted casually for over an hour, and before parting, Carter handed Aldrich a bottle of fine wine, and Aldrich returned the favor with a signed team jersey.


    Aldrich drove home alone.


    Upon arriving, he unexpectedly found Ronaldinho sitting on the doorstep, absorbed in his phone. At first, Aldrich assumed he was texting someone, only to see he was ying a simple mobile game and posting impressive scores. Clearly, he was skilled.


    "Boss, I need to talk to you."


    Ronaldinho put away his phone and stood up, his expression serious under the moonlight.


    Aldrich was startled. Could he be wanting a transfer?


    Aldrich''s brow furrowed as he unlocked the door, flicking on the light and cing the wine from Carter on the shoe rack. However, his mood soured, as such serious expressions from yers like Ronaldinho usually signaled a transfer discussion.


    Ronaldinho took a seat while Aldrich settled into an armchair, propping his head on one hand. Once he steadied his feelings, he coldly said, "Go ahead, what is it?"


    Ronaldinho turned to face Aldrich directly, speaking in a low tone. "Boss, I''m sorry. We won the league, and our opponent in the FA Cup final isn''t too tough. I''m sure we can win the FA Cup too, but I can''t feel happy about it, really. I can''t sleep, thoughts of missing that penalty in Munich keep reying in my head. I''ve undone all the hard work the team put in. We could have gone to the Camp Nou in two weeks, could have secured the treble, defended our UEFA Champions League title, and it''s all my fault..."


    As he reached the finale, Ronaldinho''s voice trembled, nearly breaking.


    Aldrich was left bbergasted.


    It was all just a misunderstanding.


    Ronaldinho did not ask for a transfer.


    In fact, his words moved Aldrich deeply.


    It had been over half a month since the loss in Munich, yet Ronaldinho still couldn''t let it go, filled with self-me.


    He certainly had no need toe before Aldrich to yact; every word, every syble was drenched in genuine emotion, pain etched across his face, and Aldrich was certain of this.


    How strong must his sense of responsibility be?


    Having spent three years in the youth academy and now the first team, Ronaldinho harbored great expectations alongside his own aspirations.


    Yet perhaps the weight of these expectations brought too much pressure.


    Aldrich stared silently at Ronaldinho, not saying a word.


    Seeing Aldrich remain silent, Ronaldinho turned to look and found Aldrich smiling.


    "Boss, you..."


    "Let me ask you something. Do you know which team in Europe wasst called a great dynasty?"


    Ronaldinho thought for a moment and replied, "AC Mn."


    "And do you know how many championships AC Mn won during the eight years under Shi and Capello?"


    Ronaldinho shook his head.


    Aldrich smiled. "Sixteen, and that includes cups like the UEFA Super Cup and the Intercontinental Cup, which I don''t consider significant. How many trophies has Millwall won in the past four years?"


    Ronaldinho began to calcte in his head.


    "Thirteen..."


    "Don''t include the European Super Cup or Intercontinental Cup��those don''t count."


    "Eight titles. There''s also the FA Cup final to y this season."


    Aldrich leaned closer to Ronaldinho, grinning. "Even I can''t demand that you all must im the treble this season, that you need to defend the Champions League title. You''ve set your sights too high, Ronaldinho! But yourmitment to winning surprises me. I have to give you credit for it. I hope you hold onto this passion until the day you retire."


    Ronaldinho gazed at Aldrich in confusion.


    He truly didn''t get it.


    Why wasn''t Aldrich angry in the slightest?


    It even appeared that he felt no disappointment whatsoever!

 Chapter 414: Forged in Battle

    <h4>Chapter 414: Forged in Battle</h4>


    In the wake of a match loss, especially a significant one, yers typically respond in three different ways.


    The first is to not care, simr to mercenaries, who live a carefree life.


    Such yers can''t be found at Millwall; if Aldrich spots even a hint of this attitude, he''ll quickly clean house, as it negatively impacts team morale and unity.


    The second type is deeply affected by the setback, their mental state plunging.


    This reaction is normal, but it can lead to a rapid drop in team spirit, ultimately affecting yer performance. That''s why Aldrich made it a priority to uplift the team right after the Munich loss, minimizing the damage to morale.


    The third kind of response is one of anger, a pent-up me ready to burst. This is often seen as a good sign, igniting a fierce resolve in the team ahead of their next match. Typically, after an unexpected set-back, powerhouse teams will storm back in their next game. Of course, this isn''t guaranteed; it depends greatly on who their next opponent is, the reasons behind their recent loss, and how well they can regroup.


    Ronaldinho''s situation fits the second reaction better. While other yers can''t say they''vepletely moved on from the Munich loss, at least their attention is still focused on the uing games. However, Ronaldinho didn''t y in the following games due to injury after that loss; his mind and attention were still stuck in Munich, like a lingering nightmare.


    Aldrich was pleasantly surprised when Ronaldinho apologized to him again and admitted his struggles.


    It was indeed a pleasant surprise!


    He saw a deep sense of responsibility and honor shining through Ronaldinho!


    As a key yer groomed to be Millwall''s future leader, Aldrich needed Ronaldinho to have that mindset �� to feel the pain deeply for losses, to remain passionately thirsting for victories, and to carry the club''s g, embodying both honor and shame!


    But perhaps the heartbreak from the semi-final defeat weighed too heavily on Ronaldinho. His emotional response seemed a bit excessive.


    After all, their three-year, 31-match unbeaten streak in Europeanpetitions was abruptly ended!


    Even if Ronaldinho scored the penalty and Millwall won the shootout, Millwall''s unbeaten record would be broken because the score after 120 minutes away from home was 1-0. But in this way, everyone can leave with a smile on their face and not care too much about the record.


    Feeling solely responsible for the team''s elimination, Ronaldinho carried the me, but Aldrich thought he was being overly harsh on himself.


    Or perhaps it was due to Aldrich''s unusually strict standards over the years that had influenced him.


    Aldrich was not good with words offort or constion. When Mnie was upset, he would either join her for boxing to blow off some steam or take her out for shopping and enjoying nature. He typically preferred to engage in activities that would distract them.


    He took the same approach with Ronaldinho.


    As both a coach and a yer, they spent the night ying video games. As they got lost in the joy of the game, the burdens weighing on their minds gradually faded away.


    Afterwards, even if Ronaldinho reflected on it again, he managed to adjust himself, because his boss wasn''t wallowing in sorrow; he had spent the entire night enjoying themselves.


    At two o''clock the next afternoon, Aldrich, who had yed video games with Ronaldinho all night, woke up on the living room floor. It was summer now, and he wouldn''t catch a cold if he slept in his clothes.


    Ronaldinho was nowhere to be found, and the game console had been put away. The living room looked quite tidy; it seemed that Ronaldinho had taken the time to clean up.


    Aldrich scratched his head and jumped in the shower. It wasn''t until he sat down with some food in the living room that he remembered the wine Carter had gifted him. He searched the living room thoroughly but found nothing, so he checked the kitchen as well, stilling up dry.


    He was trying hard to recall where he''d put the winest night. His mind had been firmly focused on Ronaldinho, and cing the bottle was done on autopilot��he couldn''t remember the detailster.


    He even checked the garage to see if it had been left in the car, but it wasn''t there.


    Right up until dinner, he searched for that missing bottle, and then a thought struck him��Ronaldinho.


    "Hey, when you were at my ce yesterday, did you see the bottle of wine I took home?"


    "Yeah, I saw it."


    "I took it home?"


    "You were definitely carrying a bottle when you left."


    "Do you remember where I put it?"


    "It''s sitting on the shoe cab by the door."


    Aldrich dashed to the entrance, but all he saw were neatly lined-up shoes��no wine in sight.


    "I didn''t see that bottle of wine around."


    "Ah, I took it back with me when I left this morning. It was delicious, thanks!"


    Aldrich stared at his phone, smiled and shook his head.


    This guy will never get rid of his bad habit of joking.


    A yearter, winning the league title was a mental boost for Millwall, softening the blow from the Champions League failure. In training for the FA Cup final, the atmosphere was harmonious, and Aldrich lightened his expectations for the yers.


    This rxation didn''t mean underestimating the opponent; it was about sparing the yers from pressure before the final match. After the final, they were going on holiday, so if Aldrich intensified the training too much at this point, it would not only add stress but also annoy the yers.


    Boas was still meticulously gathering intel and organizing details, putting together a report for Aldrich prior to the pre-match briefing. Klinsmann and Jensen were analyzing the yers'' states of y. As a result, Aldrich''s job felt easier than ever. After losing two critical members of the coaching teamst summer, they were back on course, coborating with both chemistry and efficiency.


    In the FA Cup final, Millwall faced Newcastle United, and had this been a few years back, it would have promised suspense.


    However, under Gullit''s management, Newcastle had only secured a 14th-ce finish this season. Their journey to the FA Cup final suggested they hadn''t been severely tested. Millwall, on the other hand, had eliminated Arsenal and Manchester United to reach the final. Having just imed the Premier League title, the uing FA Cup final looked rather unexciting from the outside.


    Thus, the British media were focused on Manchester United''ster European showdown with Bayern Munich.


    A persistent reporter had the audacity to corner Aldrich outside the training ground to ask for his views on that match.


    The folks at Fleet Street were decidedly pessimistic, acknowledging Bayern Munich''s strength while deeming Manchester United a shadow of their former self, impossible to escape cmity.


    Millwall''s hopes of a treble were dashed; Manchester United were also out of the running. The only team in Europe still capable of clinching a treble that season was Bayern Munich, aiming for league victory, the Champions League final, and the DFB-Pokal.


    Against this backdrop, Bayern Munich''s battle spirit was unquestionable, overshadowing Manchester United''s presence in media coverage.


    When asked in the interview, Aldrich could only offer diplomatic replies.


    "Both teams are evenly matched and have their chances."


    ...


    May 22.


    Two days had passed since Aldrich''s 23rd birthday, a day on which he had hidden out at his parents'' home, intentionally avoiding all social engagements. Over the past year, he had met quite a few new friends, particrly among the "elite" crowd in Britain, who were eager to celebrate his birthday in grand style. Aldrich couldn''t help but wonder if these people were just bored and seeking an excuse to have a good time, perhaps a result of pressing work stress.


    Fans of Newcastle and the Lions alike flooded into Wembley, with the Lions'' contingent noticeablyrger.


    Even before the match began, cheers erupted from the stands.


    After the yers warmed up and returned to the locker room, Aldrich nced at the time and got straight to the point with his yers: "Two days ago was my birthday. I made a wish for a pleasant summer. In two hours, let''s hope you won''t ruin that wish."


    The yers exchanged nces, raising their brows at one another, but no one spoke.


    Aldrich left the locker room without further ado.


    Once he was gone, Southgate perked up, saying, "I think the boss is expecting to be a dad in two months."


    "Uh, that''s what the paper said."


    Larsson''sment was confirmed by Butt.


    "In that case, we definitely can''t mess up his summer holiday."


    Henry''s remark made everyoneugh.


    They all knew what needed to be done.


    Let''s give it our all!


    As the yers stepped into the tunnel, it was clear that Newcastle United was under pressure, with Shearer the only yer making a significant impact. This isn''t to say the others are without skill; Bayard Forrest is frequently considered a genius by English fans. Although he started strong, he quickly leveled off in his performance. Against mid-table teams or fellow premier clubs, thepetition might feel level, but when up against the top teams, the disparity is evident. Shearer is really the only one who can be considered a top-tier yer.


    Aldrich strode into the stadium with his hands in his pockets, lifting his chin confidently as he walked past the opposing coaching staff, making a beeline for the away team''s bench.


    Standing in front of the home bench was Gullit, his expression serious.


    As live cameras captured this moment, thementators couldn''t help but poke fun at Aldrich.


    "Hall may say he doesn''t care about others'' opinions, bute on! He clearly has a chip on his shoulder regarding Gullit. Normally, he would greet the opposing coach with a handshake, but today? He simply plopped down on the bench. He looks so sure of himself that he doesn''t even need to stand and direct. Haha, and it''s no wonder! Over a month ago, Millwall had slipped to third in the league, and Gullit was backing Chelsea for the title, mocking Millwall''s chances of even making the top three. Yet here they are, pulling off a miracle to clinch the Premier League title in dramatic fashion. Now Hall must be thinking: they may not have taken the treble, but defeating Newcastle in the final for the FA Cup would add another trophy. A double this season wouldn''t be bad at all. This trophy collector seems set to fill Millwall''s trophy cab at record speed."


    There must be some thoughts in Aldrich''s mind, but these thoughts are not the kind of self-promotional thoughts thatmentators specte. Instead, he is in a bad mood.


    "Gullit, you really are lucky!


    Millwall''s two key yers are out injured!


    Ronaldinho won''t be back for another week, and by then, he''ll head straight to the Brazil national team for the Copa America.


    Nedved is also sidelined today and isn''t expected to fully recover until the new season, meaning aplete return to the pitch is still off.


    The absence of these two yers will certainly affect Millwall''s offensive strength, but Aldrich feels that it is more than enough. The facts are in front of us: the yers'' physical fitness, determination, and experience umted in high-level games - especially this season, when almost every game feels like a final in theter stages of the schedule - have further stimted their elerated growth.


    Now, the first team of Millwall was in a stable state. There might not be a huge leap next season, but they would be more mature, and that was enough."

 Chapter 415: Four Years Down, Nine Crowns.

    <h4>Chapter 415: Four Years Down, Nine Crowns.</h4>


    As the starting yers of Millwall stepped onto the pitch, thementator focused on introducing a somewhat surprising figure in the lineup.


    "If you''ve only followed Millwall''s key matches this season, you might find one name a bit unfamiliar: Mirov Klose. He takes the ce of the injured Nedved. Klose joined Millwall two years ago and hase on as a substitute a total of 18 times this season in cup and league matches, scoring 8 goals and assisting 12 times with excellent efficiency. He''s considered one of the potential future stars of Millwall that English football is keeping an eye on. Traditionally, he partnered with Van Nistelrooy as a two-man frontline, often ying a supportive role for him. Today, however, Hall has ced Van Nistelrooy, who has scored 27 goals in allpetitions this season, on the bench and chosen Klose instead, which raises some eyebrows. Let''s hope this decision won''t be the focal point after the match."


    Millwall''s formation today appeared to be a 4-2-2-2, with forwards Henry and Klose leading the front, nked by Van der Meyde and Larsson. Gronkjaer also sat on the bench, while the midfield duoprised Makelele and Pirlo.


    Aldrich believes that his team is obviously stronger than Newcastle United, and Newcastle United will definitely adopt a defensive counterattack strategy. He is very confident in the quality of Van der Meyde''s cross and believes that Van der Meyde''s cross will definitely shine today.


    Before the kickoff, the veterans of the team approached Klose to offer encouragement, reminding him to keep calm.


    Klose wore a serious expression. Was he nervous?


    No, he was excited.


    This was his first time in the starting lineup, ying alongside these highly acimed top yers. It seemed as if his dream of ying football was beginning toe true.


    Aldrich watched intently from the coaching box; he had high expectations for Klose, and he was pleased with Klose''s growth over the past two years. Due to Klose''s focus on refining his skills, Aldrich felt he couldn''t impose even higher demands on him, but that didn''t mean he overlooked him.


    Klose''s transformation was evident. Like Henry, he hade from a wing role.


    The difference was that Henry had yed as a winger in Ligue 1, whereas Klose had done so in regional amateur leagues.


    Thus, there was a noticeable gap in their technical abilities. Fortunately, Klose was still young when he arrived at Millwall. In the past two years, he had focused on honing his technique. While he might not be able to blitz down the field like Henry, his ball control had improved significantly, and he''d racked up 12 assists this season.


    As the match began, Millwall immediately seized control of the game, dictating the pace. Newcastle United could only passively defend.


    The opponents were tenacious, often making desperate sprints to win the ball, but Millwall calmly dictated the rhythm. Pirlo and Schneider made three consecutive passes, forcing Shearer to run back and forth like a pendulum before Pirlo suddenly slipped a diagonal ball out to Van der Meyde. Gradually increasing the tempo was Millwall''s signature move.


    Van der Meyde slotted a pinpoint pass into the channel for Henry. Henry controlled the ball, thenid it off for Klose, who squandered the chance to make a pass!


    He intended to send it to Larsson, who was indeed making a forward run, but he didn''t find any space, as Newcastle United clearly focused on marking Larsson.


    After watching the game for 20 minutes, Aldrich saw that Klose had touched the ball 11 times, making 11 passes��7 of which were sessful, while 4 were misdirected, all attempted forward balls to Larsson or Henry.


    The seasoned manager was quick to catch on to the issue.


    He stood and made his way to the touchline, calling Klose over during a pause in y. He sinctly stated, "Think of yourself as a forward!"


    After that, he casually returned to his seat.


    Klose absorbed the advice and sprinted back into the action.


    He had yed a supporting role for an entire season, assisting Van Nistelrooy.


    So when he started the game, he naturally thought of himself as a supporting role for Henry and Larsson.


    This kind of gamey wasn''t wrong per se; instead, it was something Millwall emphasized heavily in training, where attacking yers were expected to have a strong ymaking awareness and teamwork.


    However, goal-scoring awareness was equally necessary.


    Within the substitute lineup, Klose and Van Nistelrooy had defined roles��Van Nistelrooy was the primary scorer, dictated by his ying style.


    In the first team, Klose didn''t need to y that way as long as he had a scoring mentality and upied the right areas; Larsson and Henry would be sure to reward him with assists.


    After Aldrich''s guidance, Klose began to actively call for the ball in attacking situations, pushing forward after making a y to enter threatening zones. Clearly, Newcastle United had underestimated him.


    In the 30th minute, Van der Meyde delivered a cross from the right. Henry was positioned centrally, while Larsson lurked at the back post; these two were the primary targets of Newcastle United''s defense. Klose made a clever run toward the front post, where only one defender waspeting for the header. Klose out-jumped the opponent and expertly nodded the ball into Newcastle United''s.


    After scoring, Klose raced toward the sideline and performed a perfect front flip. Those who''ve practiced gymnastics can certainly differentiate their celebration moves, and his was something even the others found hard to replicate.


    "Klose! The young star we highlighted before the match, he has opened the scoring in the FA Cup final! His celebration today was a beautiful front flip! He brings to mind Ronaldinho''s breakout performance in the FA Cup final two years ago. Now, another young star from Millwall is shining bright! Remember the name: Mirov Klose! He is destined to make a mark on English and European football in the not-so-distant future!"


    Seeing the goal, Aldrich stood up to apud Klose, a broad smile spreading across his face. Not only was the team leading, but Klose''s goal was incredibly significant for his growth. It was a self-reward that would help him develop faster.


    Many teammates rushed to celebrate with Klose. Materazzi yfully butted Klose''s forehead and asked, "Hey, little carpenter, how''s it feel to score in the final?"


    Little carpenter?


    Well, ever since the teammates discovered Klose''s hobby of climbing onto roofs for repairs one training day, they''d given him the nickname: Little Carpenter.


    Kloseughed and replied, "Super awesome!"


    Larsson wrapped an arm around Klose''s neck, whispering in his ear, "Wait till you get used to this feeling, then you won''t just say ''super awesome''!"


    "What will it be then?"


    "That''s addiction! Impossible to resist!"


    Millwall had kicked off brilliantly. The yers remained fully engaged in the subsequent matches, as this season''s remaining time was ticking away second by second.


    "Newcastle United has an average of 1.24 goals scored per game and 1.56 goals conceded this season, while Millwall has an impressive 2.34 goals scored per match. Although their 0.73 goals conceded average isn''t quite as terrifying as Arsenal''s 0.5, they rank second in both offense and defense in the Premier League��Manchester United leads in attack while Arsenal leads in defense. It''s understandable that Newcastle United is now caught in a passive role, struggling to create shooting opportunities. Although Materazzi may still show signs of recklessness or mistakes, his overall performance has exceeded expectations. Thebination of him and Southgate in central defense is reassuring, particrly with the improvements in aerial defense and physical confrontations against strong forwards. The formidable defensive trio of Materazzi, Southgate, and Makeleleplements each other effectively across various aspects, leaving most opponents feeling hopeless when facing them. As Newcastle United goes on the counter-attack, Shearer receives the ball, too focused on Southgate in front of him, oblivious to Makelele''s steal from behind. Millwall seizes the opportunity to counter, with numerous gaps appearing in Newcastle United''s defense as the visitors had just pushed forward, and their return speed was clearly insufficient!"


    In this counter-attack, Van der Meyde dropped back to receive a diagonal pass from Makelele,pleting a triangr exchange with Pirlo.


    Pirlo turned and fed a through ball to the wing, where Henry broke forward, creating space. In the movement, Larssonpleted a role reversal��now Larsson was the center forward.


    Henry crossed from the left side of the penalty area to the middle, and Klose, moving outside the box, slotted a pass without touching the ball. Larsson, having sessfully evaded the offside trap, cut inside and unleashed a shot, the ball flying straight into the corner of the, leaving the goalkeeper with no chance.


    "A magnificent goal! A ssic Millwall quick counter-attack! As soon as the opponent''s formation stretches out, Millwall can tear through their defenses in waves. The runs and decision-making of their attacking yers are impable, and Klose''s pass to Larsson was perfectly timed, striking at the heart of Newcastle United''s defensive gaps. Yet, there''s nothing they can do; they can''t withstand Millwall''s furious front assaults. Gullit has always imed he would allow Newcastle United to y romantic, beautiful football, but while Hall''s side may not be termed ''romantic,'' they do embody a stunning brand of football marked by speed, skill, and teamwork��a vision so many teams strive to replicate but can''t quite capture!"


    Gullit frowned on the sidelines, then rxed again.


    If he had to say he was outssed, he wouldn''t agree.


    He believed it was a disparity in strength.


    What was Newcastle United''s total market value?


    What was thebined market value of Millwall''s yers on the field?


    Aldrich didn''t celebrate the second goal too heavily; he simply smiled and exchanged light banter with Klinsmann.


    Millwall was meant to win this match.


    They faced neither the pressures of a congested fixture schedule nor the effects of dwindlingbativeness, and certainly wouldn''t fall into any traps ofcency.


    As the second half began, Aldrich immediately used two substitutions, pulling off Pirlo and Larsson.


    Gattuso and Lampard entered, strengthening the defense while Millwall aimed to control the midfield and slow down the game, denying their opponents any chance for a quick counter.


    Newcastle United came out with furious counter-attacks in the second half, but in the 71st minute, they were utterly dismantled by Millwall''s counter. Van der Meyde unexpectedly beat the offside trap in the center, receiving Schneider''s over-the-top pass, slotting the ball into the opponent''s, sealing the victory.


    Aldrich finally let Ashley Colee on to soak in the match atmosphere.


    "The match has concluded, congrattions to Millwall for their 3-0 victory over Newcastle United. Millwall has imed their third FA Cup trophy in four years, bing this season''s league and FA Cup double champions! This marks Milwall''s twelfth major title since ascending to the Premier League in the 95-96 season��a feat typical of a dynasty. Aldrich Hall has ushered in a dynasty for Millwall, but how long will this dynastyst? Together, we will witness its future!"


    At Wembley, it appeared that the fans of The Lions had organized a pre-match tribute. As the final whistle blew, the entire stand unified in a collective motion of worship toward the pitch, creating a truly stunning scene.


    Aldrich stood up and walked to the sideline, hands casually tucked into his pockets, his expression contemtive as he observed.


    Four years, and this would be his ninth major trophy.


    He hadn''t even calcted the two European Super Cups and the Toyota Cup.


    If he was indeed in the process of forging a dynasty, then it shouldn''t be limited to ruling just Ennd.


    Aldrich looked up towards the sky.


    The European sky.


    Was there really no drive left?


    No, I will establish a dynasty that rules over Europe!


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    Name: Aldrich Hall


    Education


    Bachelor''s Degree: Sports Management, University of London, Honours Degree


    Master''s Degree: Football Coaching, Sports Science Institute, specializing in Tactics and Sports Psychology


    Physical Features


    Height: Approximately 1.80 meters


    Build: Athletic, robust physique


    Hair Color: Dark brown, often kept short


    Eye Color: Deep blue, with a determined gaze


    Appearance: Wears a beard, usually dresses simply yet appropriately, exuding a sense of approachability and reliability


    Skills


    Tactical Analysis: Proficient in various tactical setups, able to flexibly adjust formations and strategies based on opponents'' characteristics.


    yer Management: Excels inmunication with yers, effectively motivating the team and boosting morale.


    Sports Psychology: Understands yers'' mental states and provides necessary psychological support at critical moments.


    Technical Training: Capable of creating targeted training programs to enhance yers'' technical and tactical abilities.


    Language Proficiency


    English: Fluent


    Highly proficient in spoken and written English, capable of engaging inplex tactical discussions and presentations.


    French: Intermediate


    Able to conduct daily conversations and basic tactical exchanges, understands fundamental business and football terminology.


    Spanish: Basic


    Capable of basic daily interactions and familiar with somemon football terms.


    Coaching Style


    Attack-Oriented: Advocates for an offensive style, emphasizing high pressing and quick counterattacks.


    Flexible and Adaptable: Adjusts tactics based on the flow of the game, able to adapt to various opponents'' styles.


    Encourages Innovation: Promotes creative problem-solving on the field, allowing yers to express themselves freely.


    yer-Centric: Values individual yer development, focusing on teamwork and synergy.


    Personality Traits


    Decisive: Quick in making tactical decisions, seizing opportunities for key adjustments.


    Passionate: Filled with enthusiasm for football, consistently maintaining high energy and inspiring those around him.


    Charismatic: Enjoys great interaction with yers and fans, earning widespread affection.


    Composed: Maintains calmness under pressure, effectively managing unexpected situations.


    Good Listener: Open to others'' opinions, coborative in growth with the team, and respects each member''s input.


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 Chapter 416: Prologue to the Dynasty

    <h4>Chapter 416: Prologue to the Dynasty</h4>


    May 26, 1999.


    Manchester United and Bayern Munich converged at Camp Nou for the pinnacle sh of the UEFA Champions League.


    As the match kicked off, Aldrich lounged on his sofa in his newly bought house in Liverpool, beer in hand, enjoying the game.


    Bayern Munich took an early lead with a free kick from Basler.


    Aldrich watched the match from the perspective of a neutral bystander, feeling a bit tortured nheless.


    During halftime, the doorbell rang. Aldrich went to open the door to find Mnie and her brother. Her brother carried arge suitcase while Mnie wore a flowing dress.


    "Hi, Aldrich."


    Her brother was surprisingly polite, even though he could sense unresolved issues between Aldrich and Mnie.


    He knew full well that Mnie said things that were not what she meant. When Aldrich bought the house in Liverpool, she packed her bags and moved in without hesitation.


    Regardless, both Aldrich and Mnie wanted to witness the birth of their child together as parents.


    Aldrich helped carry the luggage upstairs, leaving Mnie to organize in the bedroom while he and her brother went back downstairs to continue watching the match.


    "Looks like Manchester United is about to finish the season empty-handed. Haha."


    Bayern Munich was dominating the match, and despite how United fans would emphasize the greatness of the ''99 team a decadeter, the truth was that Bayern''s squad was undeniably stronger than United''s that year, just like Juventus. Thus, United''s victory was often termed a miracle, akin to the time West Germany defeated Hungary. It was because they were at a disadvantage that such a win was deemed an incredible miracle. Otherwise, who would call it a miracle if a strong team beat a weak one? Even if they scored two goals in stoppage time, it wouldn''t be exaggerated afterward.


    Aldrich felt a little strange.


    Here he was, the manager of Millwall, sitting with a die-hard Liverpool fan watching a Manchester United match, listening to this Liverpool fan mock United''s inability to score...


    What kind of mindset was this?


    Hadn''t Liverpool themselves also gone years without tasting championship glory?


    Perhaps Liverpool fans were actually rooting for Bayern Munich deep down.


    As the match reached its finale, Hitzfeld indeed substituted Matth?us. In hindsight, this substitution seemed more about allowing Matth?us to receive the apuse from the Bayern supporters.


    He was just one Champions League title away from erasing any regrets from his career!


    But maybe fate was ying a cruel joke on Matth?us; on this day, this substitution would be the greatest regret of his career.


    From the start of the second half, Mnie''s brother had been drinking and making loudments, mocking Manchester United, reminiscing about Liverpool''s glorious reign over Europe...


    But 45 minutester, he was fuming.


    "Damn it!"


    Manchester United pulled one back.


    "Damn it, Bayern Munich yed 90 minutes brilliantly and copsed in thest 3 minutes!"


    He raised his beer bottle as if to smash it on the ground, but thankfully stopped short, realizing this wasn''t the ce for his tantrum.


    Aldrich didn''t want to hear Martin Tyler''s passionate praise for United''s greatness any longer, so he turned off the TV.


    Perhaps outside in Liverpool, many Liverpool fans were reacting simrly to Mnie''s brother.


    Meanwhile, not far away in Manchester, a wild celebration was surely in full swing.


    Coincidentally, justst year, Millwall won their first-ever Champions League title, and that day happened to be Aldrich''s birthday.


    Today, Ferguson led Manchester United back to the pinnacle of Europe after 31 years. 31 years ago, it was Matt Busby who had led United in that endeavor. Today marked Busby''s 90th birthday; perhaps, in some cosmic way, Busby was watching over this match from the clouds above Camp Nou.


    Bayern Munich started strong, hitting the posts twice, but as they prepared to celebrate the title, Manchester United staged an incredibleeback, with the English Premier League team taking the top spot in the Champions League for two consecutive years. Thendscape of European ser was about to be reshaped.


    Mnie''s brother left in a gloomy mood. After he departed, Aldrich sat back on the sofa, closing his eyes for a moment.


    In the end, Manchester United did win. This title was the culmination of their relentless pursuit over three years, helping Ferguson weather a trust crisis and ensuring a transformation in the team''s vibe. United''s allure and influence would only grow.


    Just as he fell into thought, a warm body cuddled close to him.


    "Who won?"


    "Manchester United."


    "Aren''t you happy? Jealous?"


    "No."


    "Can''t you just hold me?"


    Aldrich wrapped his arms around her, his other hand instinctively resting on her belly, gently stroking it.


    Mnie sat up, removing her dress, then took Aldrich''s hand and guided it to her stomach. With a soft expression, she whispered, "Can you feel it?"


    Aldrich concentrated but shook his head.


    Mnieughed softly, "I can feel it already. Sometimes it makes me ufortable."


    "Must be tough for you."


    Aldrich bent down to ce a gentle kiss on her round belly.


    Mnie caressed his hair tenderly and asked in a soft voice, "Did youe to Liverpool for me, or for the baby?"


    "I''d rather not discuss it, because it''ll only make you unhappy."


    "Is it because you think I won''t change my mind?"


    "I really don''t want to talk about it."


    "Fine, let''s put it aside until after the baby is born. Aldrich, be honest with me: have you cheated on me in thest six months?"


    "No."


    "Are you certain?"


    "Yes, I am."


    Mnie embraced Aldrich, whispering softly in his ear, "I believe you. Now that you''re on leave, let''s push all our worries aside and enjoy this summer together."


    ...


    The next day, Manchester United returned home with the trophy, and Fleet Street sang their praises, managing to tie the news back to Millwall as well.


    The headline in The Sun''s football section read: "Millwall''s Revenge!"


    While it seemed tied to Millwall, the content had nothing to do with them; however, there was a connection.


    The writer described Sheringham''s and Solskj?r''s goals as Millwall''s revenge against Bayern Munich. Both had briefly yed for Millwall and were stars developed through Millwall''s youth training.


    The news in The Sun made Aldrich very disgusted, as if Millwall could notpete with Bayern Munich on its own.


    Aldrich began his holiday in Liverpool, apanying Mnie. Local media outlets like the Echo repeatedly approached him for interviews, all of which he turned down.


    He had decided years ago to only give one interview per year, which he had already done with the BBC after the season ended.


    Why? First, it helps him stay famous; if he was in the headlines every day, he would be just another coach.


    Secondly, he doesn''t want toe off as cocky or arrogant by being too high-profile.


    Even though he was now in vacation mode, the club''s summer operations were already underway.


    First was yer contracts; the first team yers were secure after having renewed their contracts followingst season''s Champions League win. Even with the double championship this season, Millwall wasn''t nning on renewing any first team contracts. However, some youth yers would see their contracts updated based on performance.


    Last season, Millwall sold off many key yers in the summer, prompting several European giants to start their poaching efforts even before the transfer window opened.


    Next year would be a major tournament year. This summer, unless they were marquee yers, generally, stars vying for a spot on their national team''s starting roster would aim for stability on the field. Millwall''s primary squad wouldrgely remain unchanged as yers were eager to pursue glory in the uing season.


    Aldrich has roughly confirmed that a key yer on the team wants to leave: Makelele.


    In fact, he had thought about transferring as early as the summer of ''98, but he chose to stay out of loyalty, grateful for Aldrich''s constant promotion of him to the national team in the media, which eventually led to his sessful inclusion in the French squad that won the World Cup.


    Thus, he stayed the previous season, but feedback from his agent indicated that Makelele indeed wanted to leave for a more "prestigious and glorious" club. His agent disclosed to Millwall during the renewal talksst summer that this was thest contract Makelele would sign with the club.


    The contractsted four years. Not all agents were unscrupulous; Makelele at least hoped for a friendly farewell with Millwall, subtly signaling for them to prepare for his departure well in advance, instead of waiting until the contract was close to expiration, which would lower the transfer fee.


    However, in the summer of ''99, Makelele was indeed hesitant to entertain offers from other clubs. He feared that moving to a new club and performing poorly would jeopardize his chances of making the French squad for next year''s European Championship. At the very least, he intended to continue wearing the blue jersey for Millwall next season to secure his national team ce.


    With Millwall''s consecutive years of outstanding performance and their youth training sess gaining recognition across Europe, many clubs were not only after Millwall''s main yers but were also intensifying efforts to acquire their young talents, hoping to develop the next Shevchenko, Ronaldinho, or Pirlo within one or two years.


    Thus, this summer, the tough challenge facing Millwall wasn''t about retaining their key yers but rather ensuring they kept their promising substitutes.


    Aldrich knew he couldn''t depend on just 11 yers to make an impact in a season. He needed reliable substitutes, so retaining these yers became his priority this summer.


    He had Adam actively reach out to persuade the enticed substitutes to stay patient and remain with Millwall. If they needed new contracts, as long as the terms weren''t excessive, Aldrich was willing to make some concessions.


    This summer, he''s skipping any trips or talent hunts in Europe. Instead, he''s excitedly waiting for his baby to arrive.


    Millwall had made headlines with their four-year run of 12 titles, heralding the dawn of a new dynasty while their influence in European ser surged.


    The conflict between G14 and UEFA had yielded a phase of victory, beginning to extract profits from the Champions League pool.


    The Manchester United acquisition deal hadpletely fallen through, with media mogul Murdoch retreating from his football ventures due to pressure from the English political arena while Edwards learned his lesson and switched to a low-key approach.


    The Ennd national team has had a poor showing in the Euro qualifiers and will now need to participate in the yoff matches in the second half of the year. Ennd''s head coach, Glen Hoddle, has begun writing his autobiography, where he documents his superstitions about witchcraft and his worldview of reincarnation. Once this autobiography is published, he is set to face a public bacsh.


    The Lions'' fans waited eagerly, counting down to the new millennium, wondering what kind of team would rise to stand tall in Europe when they moved into Lion King Stadium...


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    <strong>Volume 5: Prologue to the Dynasty END.</strong>


    Volume 6: Rise of the Giants

 Chapter 417: Money Talks, Talent Walks

    <h4>Chapter 417: Money Talks, Talent Walks</h4>


    In the summer of ''99, Aldrich''s life flowed smoothly, as ordinary as most people''s daily routines.


    Each day was spent closely alongside Mnie. They walked and shopped during the day, cooked together at home, while nights were filled with watching movies or Aldrich quietly reading on the balcony as she often dozed off early.


    Though this simple existencecked grand events and romantic ir, it was undeniably the most authentic and peaceful time.


    Mnie often sighed in contentment, appreciating how these moments let her feel utterly at ease.


    Aldrich just smiled and stayed silent.


    As July approached, the transfer market was about to open, and transfer news from various clubs began to buzz.


    Millwall''s first-team yers were allegedly getting linked with top European clubs, but rumors remained just that.


    However, various media outlets were pointing towards an unexpected yer in the unfolding drama.


    Rio Ferdinand!


    The club rumored to be interested in him was Leeds United.


    At the same time, several yers from Millwall were also linked to Leeds.


    The young and promising David O''Leary had high expectations upon him, and people were eager to see what he would bring to the next season.


    However, Leeds United would need more support; relying solely on O''Leary''s current hand, after a sessful season, it was evident that without strengthening their squad, they would be targeted by other teams in the uing season.


    At Leeds United, Kewell used his connections as an Australian international to try to convince Neil, Cahill and Bresciano to join the club.


    Lucas Neill, a veteran in the team, had followed Aldrich from the very beginning. His loyalty was unquestionable, and even Kewell''s persuasion did not sway him. In fact, with Neill''s reputation and achievements in football currently surpassing Kewell''s, if the roles were reversed, it might well be Neill who sessfully convinced Kewell instead.


    However, Cahill and Bresciano seemed tempted. After not even being subbed in at Millwall for two years and being loaned out, they had done well under Moyes, helping the team secure promotion to the lower leagues and keeping them safe in the previous season. Their performances had drawn attention from top English clubs.


    Amid the transfer chatter that different media were following at Fleet Street, Ferdinand stood out as Millwall''s most high-profile potential departure, with Mills, Duff, and Van der Meyde also rumored to be on Leeds'' radar.


    But it didn''t end there.


    Adam informed Aldrich that Leeds United''s summer transfer n aimed to sweep away nearly all top talents under the age of 18 from Millwall''s youth squad.


    Ridsdale was ambitious, wishing to create a powerful Leeds United. Although he couldn''t match Bates''s level of investment, he trusted O''Leary and the youth academy''s sessful model, hoping Leeds could replicate Millwall''s meteoric rise.


    On July 1st, Aldrich nned to take Mnie for a walk in the park. As he stepped out, he found a luxury car parked at his door. A young stranger approached, handed him a business card, and introduced himself.


    He was Ridsdale''s assistant, responsible for the summer transfers at Leeds.


    Without ncing away, Aldrich casually tossed the card aside, took Mnie''s hand, and headed out. As they passed by the astonished young man, he nonchntly remarked, "If you don''t understand the rules of the game, go home and spare yourself the embarrassment."


    Mnie stifled augh, snuggling next to Aldrich and giving his arm a gentle pinch.


    Ridsdale''s assistant turned beet red, visibly stung by the humiliation.


    O''Leary coulde to talk to Aldrich about yer transfers personally; that was a conversation between two head coaches.


    Ridsdale could also reach out directly. Aldrich would open his office door for both to sit down and talk; that was a normal courtesy between two club owners.


    But sending a high-ranking official��neither the head coach nor the owner��to speak business with Aldrich was simply not appropriate. Itcked respect and decorum ording to the established order.


    He could havee, but should''ve gone through Adam first. That would have been appropriate and respected Millwall''s CEO. Bypassing Adam was a slight to Millwall.


    Moratti, in contrast, exemplified proper etiquette. Despite nopleted trades between Millwall and Inter Mn, he would never have someone else make a call to Aldrich; they conversed as owners directly, whether or not a deal was in the works. It showed basic respect and helped build friendship, but business remained business.


    Two dayster, Cahill and Bresciano personally visited Aldrich in Liverpool.


    After a two-hour discussion, Aldrich embraced both, bidding them farewell.


    Watching them depart in disappointment from the upstairs window, Mnie approached as Aldrich returned. "They seem quite downcast. What did you talk about?"


    "I agreed to let them go."


    "Wouldn''t it have made them happy if you had let them stay?"


    "That wouldn''t be beneficial for their careers."


    Aldrich was also affected by the conversation.


    These two wanted to stay at Millwall, butcked starting positions. At their age, they needed more ytime to improve.


    Aldrich suddenly thought of Ferguson and felt that his current emotions were probably akin to Ferguson''s feelings when he let Phil Neville go. It was a mix of reluctance and necessity, all done with the yers'' best interests in mind.


    "What are you thinking about?"


    Mnie yfully poked his face, attempting to draw a smile.


    "I was thinking of Ferguson."


    "Oh? Why think of that old man? Aren''t you feeling okay? You won the Champions League, and he did too; he got knighted, while you only have a knight''s badge."


    Aldrich paused, then shook his head andughed. "It''s different, it''s not about that."


    Ferguson received his knighthood thanks to his championship wins, but it''s clear that Aldrich has had greater sess with his teams in recent years.


    However, the societal impact of Millwall winning the Champions Leaguepared to Manchester United winning the same trophy ispletely different. United has been a revered giant in British football since the 1960s, while Millwall is just beginning its ascent.


    Millwall winning the Champions League would surprise everyone, and while fans might be thrilled, that''s about it.


    However, when Manchester United wins the Champions League, how many generations of British Red Devils fans feel a surge of excitement? In terms of local influence, Millwall might have the edge over United in London. But across Ennd, the Red Devils remain the dominant force. Most fans in Ennd are not fair-weather supporters; they won''t suddenly abandon their long-held football beliefs just because Millwall has yed well for a few years and bagged some trophies. Aldrich sees this clearly; he isn''t interested inpeting with Manchester United for past glories��his focus is on the future.


    Also, the social and political dynamics between London and Manchester yed a significant role. The unwavering loyalty to the Queen in Manchester naturally brought royal favor.


    Aldrich wasn''t troubled by it at all.


    Did the great Shankly or the legendary Paisley, who led Liverpool to three Champions League victories, ever get knighted? No. Just an OBE��that''s meaningless! What could they do when Liverpool''s political stance directly opposed Manchester''s? This contradiction sealed their fates.


    Manchester United''s legacy includes not just Busby, Charlton, and Ferguson receiving knighthoods, but countless yers earning various honors. Aldrich''s knighted status was hardly unique.


    So if you keep dwelling on it, you may feel ufortable for the rest of your life. Don''t take the monarchy too seriously - it''s just a shadow of its former self, akin to "The Emperor''s New Clothes".


    Two dayster, Rio Ferdinand arrived in Liverpool from London.


    "Boss, I''ll be turning 21 next season, so I really need to see more consistent game time."


    "Boss, ying as a substitute and only getting 25 appearances in cup and league matches is just not enough for me."


    "Boss..."


    Aldrich and Ferdinand stood in the backyard, conversing earnestly.


    Throughout their exchange, not a single mention of "money" was made.


    Ferdinand was earnest in his expression, appearing entirely focused on convincing Aldrich that he needed to leave for the sake of his career.


    But for some reason��perhaps Aldrich''s own skepticism��he felt that there was an undercurrent of greed in the air.


    Was Ferdinand really not motivated by money?


    He didn''t even bother to ask if Millwall would give him an opportunity to fight for a starting role in the uing season.


    It felt to Aldrich as if Ferdinand had already epted that he would be nothing more than a backup next season, never imagining a scenario where he could win a starting position through his performance.


    It was only July 5th.


    How could he be so sure Millwall wouldn''t sell Materazzi or Southgate over the summer?


    If Ferdinand truly wished to stay, he could at least wait a little longer, to see if things might changee August when the season kicked off, and then make a decision.


    But perhaps he couldn''t wait any longer.


    He couldn''t resist signing a new contract with Ridsdale that offered him ��30,000 a week!


    It was nearly double his current wage of ��16,000 at Millwall!


    Plus, perhaps around ��1 million as a signing bonus!


    Aldrich didn''t give Ferdinand a definitive answer, only telling him he would consider his request and asking him to wait at home for news.


    After personally seeing Ferdinand off in a taxi, Aldrich sighed slightly as he turned back home.


    He faced a decision; Ferdinand''s approach forced him to make a choice soon.


    Should he let him go, or forcibly keep him?


    Whatever it was, it needed to be decided quickly��if he nned to keep him, it would give Ferdinand time to adjust his mindset.


    Ferdinand still had three years left on his contract, but if Aldrich kept him despite his dissatisfaction, Millwall would be at risk of losing that transfer fee within two years.


    But could 23-year-old Ferdinand challenge the established O''Leary and Southgate for a starting position?


    Only if they suffered significant injuries or left the club would that be feasible.


    Ferdinand had already turned down a ��20,000-a-week offer, a generous rate for a substitute in the Premier League, far exceeding what 60% of starting yers earned.


    Yet, he seemed resolute in leaving.


    As Aldrich walked back home, he couldn''t help butugh at himself.


    The difference between a ��20,000 weekly wage and a ��30,000 weekly wage adds up to nearly ��500,000 a year, plus signing fees...


    Honestly, with a contract like that, he had no reason to fault Ferdinand.

 Chapter 418: The White Rose’s Last Dance

    <h4>Chapter 418: The White Rose''s Last Dance</h4>


    On July 8th, Aldrich held a conference call in his study at home. He was the initiator, while the other three participants were Nedv��d, Larsson, and Southgate.


    The three yers weren''t in London; Larsson had returned to Sweden, Nedv��d was back in the Czech Republic, and Southgate was on holiday in the Mediterranean with his family.


    "I believe you''ve all heard from the news that some yers are caught up in transfer rumors, the most significant being Ferdinand. He has verbally requested to leave, but I hope he stays. I may not win his heart, though. What do you all think? If the club forces him to stay, will there be issues in the locker room?"


    The locker room was orderly, with leaders in ce. Southgate, the experienced homegrown yer, naturally took the lead among Millwall''s three captains.


    As the coach, Aldrich maintained a certain distance from the yers, but he needed their support to unify the locker room. Often, he would only need tomunicate with the trio of captains.


    He didn''t believe in an iron-fisted management style but preferred a more flexible and open approach. Trying to manage the team with a heavy hand at his young age would likely provoke resistance from his contemporaries.


    "He wants to leave? Let him go, and he''ll regret today''s decision," Larsson spoke up first.


    Over the years, he had witnessed many yers leave. It was clear that while some, like Vieira and Shevchenko, became key yers in their new teams, those who remained at Millwall had more significant achievements on the pitch.


    "Life goes on. New yerse and old yers go. It''smon. And Ferdinand isn''t a starter. If hecks the patience to wait for his chance and wants to leave, then let him. In ten or twenty years, when he looks back on this decision, he''ll know whether it was a regret or a relief," Larsson continued. He feltfortable at Millwall, believing no other ce could offer him more.


    "He would contribute significantly to the team, but if he can''t focus on giving his all here, then keeping him could be a hazard," Nedv��d added.


    Deep down, he wanted Ferdinand to stay, but he also understood that if a yer''s heart wasn''t in it, it could create underlying issues within a united team. Such problems might not be overt, but sometimes, inexplicable difficulties arise from unseen tensions.


    "Boss, let me put it this way: if he doesn''t want to stay but ends up doing so, everything might seem fine when we''re winning. But what if the team loses in the games he ys? What will people think? Will they wonder deep down if he''s truly giving his all for the team? It''s unfair to me him, but those thoughts will crop up. I want him to stay too, but if you can''t convince him tomit wholeheartedly to the team, I really don''t want him in the locker room. It would feel awkward, and gradually, we''d lose that sense ofmunication, impacting the unity of the whole team."


    Aldrich sat thoughtfully with his arms crossed. He hadn''t encountered such a situation before.


    In the past, when yers wanted to leave, he''d generously let them go, not wanting anyone to disrupt team harmony.


    Southgate''s words made Aldrich realize the gravity of the situation. If a yer was physically present but mentally elsewhere, how could they truly work together? Wouldn''t there always be a nagging doubt about each other''smitment?


    He felt he now had the authority topel a yer to stay, adopting a strong stance. But whether that would ultimately benefit the team needed careful consideration.


    Unity in the locker room was crucial; a teamcking cohesion internally could never expect to deliver powerful performances on the pitch.


    Aldrich decided to take a preventative approach, ensuring no cracks appeared in the locker room.


    "Boss, we''vee from nothing to where we are today, and we haveplete faith in you. At the end of the day, we don''t expect one more Ferdinand to make the team significantly stronger. Sure, having him would be ideal, but without him, what''s the worst that could happen? We still believe you can lead us to continued sess. Henrik is right; Ferdinand will regret his decision to leave. He should appreciate the opportunity he has at Millwall. Just think about how many yers want to join us and y under you. He ought to consider that."


    In the end, Southgate seemed tofort Aldrich, perhaps sensing that Ferdinand''s desire to leave was weighing on him.


    Aldrich suddenly smiled. A substitute wanting to leave was important, but he wasn''t at a loss or deeply saddened by it.


    As a coach with nine championships in five years, Aldrich wouldn''t bet everything on Ferdinand; he had confidence in himself instead.


    But as the head coach, he had to consider the bigger picturepared to the yers.


    Although having another Ferdinand may not bring much change to Millwall, losing a rising star like him means that it will take a long time for the team to train a suitable recement. This training process will inevitably affect Millwall''s performance. Millwall''s depth in the central defender position was already a weaknessst season. Neil had to y as a central defender, and Mills asionally filled in. If Ferdinand really leaves, Millwall may not even have a proper central defender in the new season.


    Aldrich didn''t want to spend money on a mediocre center-back; he wanted to utilize the academy reserves but would have to begin training anew, which was a headache.


    Leeds United hasunched aprehensive and high-profile campaign in the transfer market. Ridsdale seems to be dering that significant investments are on the horizon, aimed at the team''s resurgence, capturing the fans'' hearts while making it more alluring for yers to join.


    In contrast to Leeds United''s aggressive tactics, Manchester United, freshly crowned Champions League champions, remains rtively understated. They have approached Millwall with a ��10 million offer for Van Nistelrooy.


    On the question of whether to keep Van Nistelrooy, Aldrich honors his personal choice. He isn''t indispensable, but Aldrich leans toward selling him internationally. However, there haven''t been any serious bids from elite foreign clubs that would appeal to Van Nistelrooy.


    Leaving the Premier League''s Golden Boot winner on the bench just doesn''t sit right in any sense.


    Millwall and Manchester United engaged in secret negotiations, and when United raised their offer to ��12.5 million, Millwall epted it, permitting the yer to discuss the transfer.


    Ferguson personally called Van Nistelrooy, inviting him to join Manchester United.


    United couldn''t make any specific promises to Van Nistelrooy for the uing season. After dominating the previous season and ying a crucial role in the team''s Champions League victory, the duo of Yorke and Cole would still be the main striking partnership.


    However, Ferguson''s key focus in persuading Van Nistelrooy was about his career prospects.


    First, he had virtually no future at Millwall.


    Millwall''s tactical system required only one striker��an active one who could support wingers. Currently, that was Henry, with Kl?ze as the backup, who had shown through his performance in the FA Cup final that he fit Aldrich''s tactical framework better.


    This was not about Van Nistelrooy''s skill level but aligned with ying style.


    Moreover, Van Nistelrooy suited Manchester United''s tactical characteristics. Their wing y was designed to support forwards, so while he might initially be a substitute, if he yed well, he could step up without any issues concerning systempatibility.


    On July 13th, Millwall and Manchester United simultaneously announced that they had reached a transfer agreement:st season''s Premier League top scorer Van Nistelrooy was transferring to Manchester United for ��12.5 million.


    Millwall published Van Nistelrooy''s farewell letter on their official website, thanking him for his contributions to the team and wishing him well.


    The news of the transfer shocked the entire European football world. All the major clubs thought that Millwall was going to have another "big sale" because they actually let go of the Premier League Golden Boot winner!


    Clubs quickly aimed at Millwall''s main squad but were universally rebuffed; Millwall turned down every single approach.


    Juventus''s director Moggi called Adam to inquire about the possibility of signing Henry, but was outright rejected.


    Juventus''s biggest disasterst season wasn''t just their semi-final upset by Manchester United but the nine-month injury to their star yer Del Piero!


    With concerns for Del Piero''s return form, Moggi was keen on bringing in Henry to form a French attacking trio!


    Zidane + Henry + Trezeguet.


    Such strategies for assembling strongbinations were not new for Juventus, which famously acquired Parama''s top defensive lineup.


    Ridsdale was bing anxious.


    Having sold their top scorer, he simply wanted to buy a few backups, yet the transfer process had hit an impasse. He personally came to Liverpool to meet with Aldrich.


    It was a sunny afternoon, and Aldrich was napping in a deck chair in the garden while Mniey beside him, engrossed in a parenting book. As her due date approached, she was embodying her impending motherhood.


    The phone rang in the living room; it was Aldrich''s mobile. Mnie got up to answer it, waking Aldrich and handing him the phone.


    "Adam here. The Leeds United chairman has requested to see you."


    "When?"


    "In an hour."


    "That''s a request?"


    "Boss, is that inconvenient? Well..."


    "It''s fine; let hime."


    After hanging up, Aldrichid back down, closing his eyes. Mnie, curious, asked, "Are we having visitors?"


    "Yeah, the chairman of Leeds United ising in an hour."


    "Aren''t you going to prepare?"


    "No need. He''s leading Leeds into the grave; it''s better for me to see him off naturally."


    Mnie smiled, not grasping the meaning behind Aldrich''s words as she headed into the living room to prepare snacks.


    An hourter, Ridsdale arrived at Aldrich''s home in a luxury car. There were plenty of paparazzi around, who quickly noticed the Leeds United chairman''s visit to Aldrich, drawing assumptions of a possible transaction between the clubs.


    Ridsdale arrived with an assistant, dressed sharply and looking quite presentable. Aldrich, for his part, was dressed rtively formally in a shirt and cks, appropriate for a summer afternoon meeting at home, exempting the need for a suit.


    However, Ridsdale''s expression showed slight displeasure upon seeing Aldrich''s attire.

 Chapter 419: Paving the Way for Leeds United’s Doom

    <h4>Chapter 419: Paving the Way for Leeds United''s Doom</h4>


    In the back garden, Mnie brought in freshly brewed red tea along with a te of waffles. She greeted Ritsdale, saying, "I''m afraid my skills aren''t great and I apologize for theck of hospitality."


    With that, she turned and left, allowing the men some space.


    Aldrich sat across a small round table from Ritsdale. After taking a bite of the waffle and sipping the tea, he thought that Mnie''s cooking had noticeably improved.


    However, Ritsdale wasn''t in the mood for tea.


    With a serious expression, he said, "Mr. Hall, let''s get straight to the point."


    "Wait a moment. I know why you''re here, but before we dive into the main topic, I have a question for you."


    "Go ahead."


    "Aren''t you concerned about Leeds United''s financial situation?"


    "I''m sorry, but that''s confidential information about our club, and I can''t disclose it."


    Aldrich looked up at the sky and decided not to press further. Some things weren''t worth ruining a good mood over.


    "Mr. Hall, we are quite sincere about acquiring Ferdinand. Whether Millwall epts our offer or not, please give us a prompt reply. It would at least allow us enough time to look for other options."


    Ritsdale wanted to bring Ferdinand to the team, but if Millwall didn''t let him go, there was nothing he could do. Still, it didn''t matter; Leeds had already tempted several Millwall yers. If they all turned down the offers, staying at Millwall might not be beneficial for their futures either.


    He was most worried that Millwall would y dirty, stringing Leeds along until the transfer window was almost closed before rejecting them, leaving Leeds in a very passive position. That''s why Ritsdale felt it necessary to meet Aldrich in person for an open discussion.


    "Ferdinand is young; he''s the rising star of the Ennd national team, touted as the backbone of the defense for the next decade. At the same time, he''s also a key candidate for Millwall''s future ns over the next ten to fifteen years. Leeds United wants to take him? Ha! With him, and one more high-level center-back, the defense would be secure for the next decade."


    Ritsdale scoffed at Aldrich''s words.


    Blowing up Ferdinand''s value was just a tactic to drive the price up. Otherwise, why not simply reject Leeds'' repeated offers outright?


    "Mr. Hall, let''s be straightforward. Just tell me, what is your counter-offer?"


    Aldrich turned to meet Ritsdale''s serious gaze and replied nonchntly after a moment, "Then let''s be clear, show me your list of desired yers."


    Ritsdale hesitated for a moment, then gestured to his assistant.


    The assistant pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Aldrich.


    Aldrich opened it and nced down, chuckling to himself; it was a long list.


    Ferdinand.


    Mills.


    Duff.


    Van der Meyde.


    Klose.


    Neill.


    Lampard.


    Just among the first team, there were seven yers Leeds wanted.


    And in the reserves and youth teams, there was also a handful of yers they had their eyes on.


    Joe Cole.


    Vi.


    Bresciano.


    Cahill.


    Carrick.


    Poulsen.


    Robinson.


    Vassell.


    Dunn.


    Miguel.


    All these yers would be between 18 and 21 next season.


    Some of them have been loaned out and made a name for themselves, while others have always been noticed in the youth team, just not making the headlines. They do have their share of fame.


    After reading through the list, Aldrich felt he had a clearer picture.


    He wanted the transfer, especially to resolve the yers leaving as soon as possible. The sooner it was settled, the better for internal stability in preparing for the new season.


    Turning to Ritsdale, Aldrich asked, "Do you have a pen?"


    Ritsdale pulled a gold pen from his suit and handed it to Aldrich.


    Aldrich scrutinized the gold pen, feeling it was quite impressive. He had a simr one himself, received as a gift, but it was just for show; he didn''t want to appear ostentatious.


    He crossed out some yers'' names on the paper with his pen.


    Only Ferdinand, Duff, and Mills remained from the first team.


    Below that, he struck out the names of Joe Cole, Vi, and Carrick.


    The note now listed ten yers'' names.


    Most of these were the yers'' own choices.


    Duff, Mills, and Ferdinand had all expressed their desire to leave for Leeds to earn more money during conversations with the club. Other yers, like Cahill, wanted to stay but felt there was no future, and Aldrich would rather send them to a suitable stage to showcase themselves. As for yers like Poulsen and Robinson, they weren''t part of the club''s long-term ns; having trained them up, it was now time to sell and recoup some transfer fees.


    Aldrich returned the paper to Ritsdale.


    Ritsdale looked it over, astonished, and retorted, "Millwall would actually sell these ten yers to Leeds United?"


    "Yep, in a package deal. All ten yers can go to Leeds."


    Ritsdale''s excitement was evident, as if he could breathe more easily.


    His assistant was equally thrilled.


    After the excitement, Ritsdale inquired, "What would the transfer fee be?"


    "Sixty million pounds. Not a penny less; I won''t sell a single yer otherwise."


    Ritsdale and his assistant were stunned.


    Sixty million pounds!


    "This...."


    "Too expensive? Do the math."


    Aldrich smiled as he raised his tea cup.


    Ritsdale began to consider.


    In reality, they would be happy to obtain four or five yers from Millwall.


    The key targets were from the first team.


    Now that Aldrich agreed to transfer Ferdinand, Mills, and Duff, just these three would be worth quite a bit.


    Leeds had offered fifteen million for Ferdinand, six million for Mills, and another six million for Duff.


    Together, that was close to thirty million pounds, and that was without Millwall bargaining.


    If they did start haggling, the final transfer fee could very well approach forty million pounds. After all, Leeds wasn''t the strongest, and they had to spend big to convince Millwall to ept their offers.


    Just as Aldrich said, yers like Ferdinand, Mills, and Duff could remain key yers for the next decade.


    The remaining seven yers had an average valuation of three million pounds each, which would total around twenty-one million pounds.


    Moreover, yers like Cahill and Bresciano had performed well in the Championship and were expected to have valuations above three million pounds.


    "What''s the matter? Not interested?"


    Seeing Ritsdale hesitate, Aldrich smiled and asked.


    "On the contrary! We want them��all of them!" Ritsdale replied emphatically.


    This surprise was perhaps greater than he had anticipated, and it left Ritsdale slightly bewildered.


    Bringing in ten yers at once would definitely put significant financial pressure on the club regarding both transfer fees and sry costs.


    ''Can we reduce it to four yers? We only need six!''"


    Ritsdale began to negotiate.


    Aldrich shook his head with a smile and reiterated, ''Either you take all ten, or you don''t get a single one.''"


    With Leeds United attempting to poach from Millwall, their stances were inherently opposed.


    Aldrich would not give in to an adversary.


    Was it victory not to sell yers to them?


    No, Aldrich believed that would actually be a win for Leeds, as they could create chaos within Millwall through their aggressive market tactics.


    On the contrary, if Aldrich sells yers to them, and not only sells, but also sells a lot of yers, it will be a more favorable choice for Millwall. On the one hand, Millwall already has at least 6 people on its potential transfer list. If they don''t sell now, they will definitely sell next year, otherwise these yers can leave for free when their contracts expire.


    On the flip side, after the transfer deal is done, how chaotic will the dressing room at Leeds United be with this influx of yers?


    What kind of financial mess will they be facing?


    If they''re determined to dig their own grave, Aldrich won''t hesitate to lend a hand.


    After a long pause, Ritsdale finally muttered, "If Millwall doesn''t allow them to transfer, won''t that create discontent among the yers?"


    Aldrich shrugged casually, "Discontent? There are many ways to resolve that. I could sell them to other clubs, or offer them new contracts. If that still doesn''t satisfy them, I could always just drop them to the lower tiers and iste them from the first team. A yearter, their market value may plummet, but so what? Can Leeds wait that long? Or you could just start looking for new transfer targets right now."


    Ritsdale was conflicted, not knowing whether this was Aldrich''s negotiation tactic or his true feelings.


    Perhaps the initial statement about allowing yer transfers was simply a smokescreen, setting a difficult condition to discourage Leeds.


    Resolute, Ritsdale said, "Alright, sixty million! These ten yers will transfer to Leeds!"


    Aldrich nodded and added quietly, "The contract also needs a use stating that if these yers transfer from Leeds to another club in the future, thirty percent of the transfer ie will go to Millwall."


    "Hall! That''s a robbery use!"


    Ritsdalepletely lost his temper, feeling that Aldrich''s continual esction of demands was nothing short of an insult.


    Calm and collected, Aldrich waited for Ritsdale to cool down before casually replying, "Sir, you have your stance, and I have mine. I just want to ensure Leeds isn''t treating Millwall like an ATM."


    Ritsdale and his assistant exchanged baffled nces.


    You''re hitting us with a sixty million pound demand and yet saying Leeds treats Millwall like a cash cow?


    "Your words amuse me," Ritsdale scoffed.


    Aldrich remained serious, saying, "David O''Leary is an excellent coach; he can tap into young yers'' potential. The ten yers I''m selling you are all on the rise. Once they make a name for themselves at Leeds, won''t their value increase? Let''s suppose this year they transfer to Leeds and have a sessful season; next summer, if Duff''s value rises to ten million pounds and Cahill''s to over six million, Leeds could then sell them for a big profit. Meanwhile, I''d likely be criticized by fans and ridiculed by critics for selling them now. Therefore, to avoid such a scenario, I want to ensure that Leeds'' acquisition of them is genuinely for long-term team development and not just for financial gain through flipping yers."


    After listening, Ritsdale and his assistant pondered Aldrich''s points carefully.


    What he said did have merit.


    In reality, they were willing to spend sixty million pounds because they believed these yers'' future total valuations would exceed that amount, making it a worthwhile investment that would bring Leeds greater rewards.


    Ritsdale mentally reassured himself: If these yers went to Leeds, it was indeed in the hope that they would serve the club for over ten years, not merely to flip for profit.


    In the end, Ritsdale agreed to Aldrich''s terms.


    Next, Leeds would enter negotiations with the ten yers regarding their personal contracts.


    As Ritsdale and his assistant prepared to leave, Aldrich stood up, enthusiastically saying, "Let me walk you out."

 Chapter 420: The ￡60 Million Shock

    <h4>Chapter 420: The ��60 Million Shock</h4>


    The summer transfer window had opened, and Millwall was, as always, astonishingly calm in their recruitment efforts. Fans had grown ustomed to it, as had the media.


    At this point, hardly anyone expects Millwall to sign heavyweight stars this summer. The past few years have demonstrated that many big clubs have struggled with their marquee signings. Millwall''s actions in the transfer market reflect amitment to developing yers from their own youth system.


    Aldrich also considered bringing in some yers who could make an immediate impact on the pitch, but after searching the transfer market, his hopes were always dashed. He didn''t like older yers because they were expensive, and young talents were often the rising stars of other clubs, so no club was willing to sell them easily. Even if he was willing to spend a lot of money, the young stars he was looking at might not necessarily have a positive impact on Millwall.


    Some stars felt wrong for the club. Take Owen, the genius striker: if Millwall were to spend big on him, what would be the point of letting go of Van Nistelrooy? Other yers felt like a ticking time bomb. Anelka frequently stirred rumors of leaving, and Aldrich had no desire to pay for such trouble.


    Aldrich wasn''t inclined to chase after hopeful stars like Kanu, who had struggled to find a home at other major clubs. Winning the bidding would be a secondary concern; he might end up with a yer who would act overly confident and self-important.


    In the end, Aldrich realized the underlying issue was not ack of suitable yers, but rather that the yers he wanted had already been nurtured in the youth squad. Those who weren''t avable were marked as untouchable by other clubs.


    After Manchester United reached the pinnacle of the Champions League, legendary goalkeeper Schmeichel left Old Trafford for Portugal. Ferguson signed Bosnich as his recement and also brought in French star Silvestre, along with the transfer of Van Nistelrooy, costing United around ��20 million.


    Arsenal spent heavily that summer, acquiring Pennant, Kanu, Diawara, Luzhny, Mals, Sylvinho, and Suker, totaling nearly ��20 million to bolster their squad.


    Tottenham''s attitude seemedzy, purchasing various ''scraps'' from mid- to lower-tier teams for a total of ��10 million, just enough to appease their fans.


    Chelsea''s "superstar policy" continues to thrive, with the over-30 Deschamps arriving at Stamford Bridge alongside Sutton, who once achieved great sess alongside Shearer, now donning the blue jersey. With the likes of Melchiot, Ambrosetti, and Tome joining as well, Bates has written yet another check for ��20 million. It''s uncertain just how deep Chelsea''s financial deficit has be.


    After years of decline, Liverpool took a hard look at their situation this summer. Houllier began to clean house, getting rid of some underperforming yers, while the club provided a substantial financial budget. With acquisitions like Heskey, Hamann, Smicer, Westerveld, Henchoz, and Kamara, Liverpool spent over ��35 million! Their investment exceeded ��20 million.


    While other clubs were making waves in the transfer market, Millwall seemed to be going unnoticed.


    However, in mid-July, both Millwall and Leeds United officially announced a shocking transfer news that rattled English football.


    "��60 million! Ten yers from Millwall transferred to Leeds United!"


    Many fans of The Lions were astounded when they heard this, instantly feeling their nostrils re in disbelief.


    ��60 million! What could that buy in beef?


    Ten yers are leaving? They might as well rename Millwall to Leeds United!


    Yet if fans take a deep breath and reconsider, they might find that their reactions were over the top.


    After the long period of difficult financial conditions in League One, fans were left with the impression that ��60m could easily buy one or even three Millwall teams.


    However, the reality is now very different. ��60m? In the current squad, that money is worth only three or four starters at best.


    As fans took a closer look at the confirmed transactions, especially the ten yers who were departing, they noted that only three were familiar to most fans: Ferdinand, Duff, and Mills.


    As for the youth and reserve yers, many were unfamiliar since they didn''t usually attend those matches, leading to a sense of estrangement.


    After getting the full details, fans sighed in relief. No first-team yer had left; only substitutes were gone, and raising ��60 million would benefit the club in the long run.


    While some highly regarded young yers chose to stay, like Joe Cole and Vi, others, such as Miguel, who often seemed like mere supporting characters, werepletely overlooked by fans. On the pitch,parisons can be brutal��yers like Poulsen, Dunn, and Vassell could be seen as future stars if they were in the youth squads of other Premier League teams. But within the walls of Millwall''s academy, they struggle to stand out; after all, there are plenty of others who shine brighter than them.


    This transfer news didn''t just make waves in Ennd; the entire European football scene was focused on it.


    People were curious: Leeds United had effectively bought abination of Millwall''s reserve teams. Would this transfer strategy prove effective?


    Millwall''s youth training was renowned, but would these half-finished products be able to be polished into gems?


    If Leeds could achieve groundbreaking sess through this summer of dramatic signings, other clubs would surely follow suit.


    This stirred a heated discussion on Fleet Street.


    Some industry insiders considered it a gamble for Leeds United! Spending ��60 million on transfers was outrageous; did they even make that much in ie in a year?


    Two years ago, the highest-earning club in Europe was Manchester United, raking in just over ��50 million. If expenditures were ounted for, they barelyted a million in profit at the end of the year.


    Millwall had made profits each year, but their ie and expenditures were bnced. The money came from selling yers in the market, but their future looked promising; even if their matchday ie didn''t rank them among the Premier League''s top ten, once they moved to a new stadium, it was reasonable to expect their ie to be among the top five in Europe.


    Chelsea''s debt problem had started to surface, and now Leeds was imitating their big-bucks borrowing strategy. Many were skeptical about Leeds'' prospects; some even predicted Leeds and Chelsea might face bankruptcy together within four years.


    Not only was the ��60 million transfer fee troubling, but their suddenly inted wage expenditures posed simr concerns to Chelsea''s troubles. To attract high-caliber yers, they had to offer sries above the normal market rate. Eventually, the club could sink into a situation of chronic deficits.


    However, many insiders believed that Leeds'' bold investment represented their ambition; Ridsdale and O''Leary were ready to make a serious run in the Premier League and European football!


    Were they not targeting a spot in the next season''s UEFA Cup?


    Expanding the squad and deepening their bench was imperative.


    Among the ten yers, only three could challenge for a first-team spot; the others hadn''t even made the bench at Millwall. If they could manage a substitute position at Leeds, it would mark a step up in their careers.


    An investment of ��60 million sounds incredible, but Leeds United cannot afford to keep spending like this every year. In a sense, they are borrowing money. If we assume that they only invest ��5 million per season going forward, then looking back after four seasons, their average transfer spend per year is only ��20 million.


    Compared to Tottenham and Liverpool, who had spent around ��10-15 million a season acquiring yers of low caliber in recent years, The challenge that Leeds United confronts is straightforward: they must rapidly enhance their match results!


    Any club making significant investments isn''t just aiming to make a mark in the Premier League; they want to grab a slice of the Champions League pie.


    This season, the Champions League has expanded to 32 teams, with more spots avable for major leagues. The Premier League only has three teams participating this season, but thanks to the points earned by Manchester United and Millwall over the past three years in Europeanpetitions, the Premier League is sure to secure four Champions League spots next season. If Leeds United can improve from fifth ce to fourth this season, they will have a chance to y alongside the big clubs next season and earn significant revenue.


    Was Ridsdale foolish?


    Did Liverpool lose their minds by investing more than ��30 million this summer? Their chairman is even willing to sell off personal belongings to support the club. Is it just pure love for the team?


    Did Bates not notice Chelsea''s ballooning debts?


    Arsenal was nning a new stadium yet still splurged about ��20 million this summer to expand their squad.


    All the heavyweights were pulling out their wallets to boost their strength, as everyone aimed to reap greater profits.


    If Leeds United aspired to challenge the order of the Premier League heavyweights in two years, that would indeed be a pipe dream. But if they could break into the Champions League and not just be a participant, today''s investments could be the foundation for a decade of glory.


    Indeed, no one could guarantee that Leeds would perform beyond expectations. Still, if they wanted to seed, Ridsdale needed to give O''Leary a better hand.


    It is not umon to turn decay into magic in football, but the magic of turning stone into gold is now recognized by the media only for one coach, Aldrich Hall. However, if O''Reilly wants to make a breakthrough this season withst year''s lineup, it is not that the outside world underestimates him, but that the Premier League has a certainw. If a team performs well in the previous season and does not make obvious progress in the next season, they will not necessarily return to the starting point, but the challenges they face are obvious. A team that was defeated in the first year will not be willing to be defeated by the same opponent again.


    The white rose of Yorkshire seemed to blossom gloriously as O''Leary energetically called a press conference to wee the new yers, showcasing their new jerseys.


    Ridsdale, glowing with excitement, eagerly spoke in interviews.


    "Leeds United now has a strong yer foundation and an excellent coach, coupled with our loyal fanbase. I firmly believe that in three years, Leeds United will be an unshakeable force in English football. We will bring trophies back to our fans and recreate the brilliance of Leeds United at the top of the league!"


    Leeds United became the focus of attention this summer, and their transfer dealings with Millwall were destined to be written into the history books. Regardless of sess or failure, this summer would be remembered for many years toe.


    Many were eager to know Aldrich''s thoughts on Ridsdale''s statements.


    Millwall had profited, Leeds United gained quality yers, but did Millwall inadvertently create a formidable rival?


    Aldrich had no time to pay attention to the rumors circting in the media, and everyone who should have left the club had already left. The beginning of the summer was quite chaotic for Millwall, but with Ferdinand and a group of young yers joining Leeds United in the end, Millwall is now back on track and has started its summer recruitment.

 Chapter 421: From Rejection to Revival

    <h4>Chapter 421: From Rejection to Revival</h4>


    As Mnie''s due date approached, Millwall''s preseason training days were also drawing near. Aldrich would be absent for a while during the summer training camp.


    The club''s CEO, Adam, arrived in Liverpool to meet Aldrich, his face full of regret.


    "Boss, I''m sorry, I couldn''t convince them to stay."


    Adam felt both angry and frustrated about the departures of Ferdinand and the others.


    Since June, he had focused on keeping Ferdinand, Duff, and Mills, but after more than a month of efforts, he had seen no results.


    Aldrich warmly weed Adam in his living room. Despite her pregnancy, Mnie maintained the demeanor of a gracious host. Both of them enjoyed this ambiance, making them feel like an ordinary couple with a home.


    "Don''t worry about it. Our terms couldn''tpete with Leeds United. It''s only natural for them to choose better contracts," Aldrich replied, no longer wanting to dwell on why Ferdinand, Duff, and Mills were set on leaving.


    Perhaps it was for more money, or perhaps they didn''t want to be substitutes at Millwall.


    Whatever the case, let them go. It didn''t matter.


    "Boss, we need to decide on our summer preparation ns."


    Adam set aside his gloomy thoughts and shifted the conversation to the main topic.


    "Right. Apologize to Inter Mn, Ajax, and Borussia Dortmund that the n we discussedst year is temporarily canceled, but it can be revisited in the future. Also, contact Sporting Lisbon, Feyenoord, Bayer Leverkusen, and Genk, and invite them to London for preseason friendlies. We could offer a more favorable ticket split. We''ll be moving into the new stadium next summer, so let''s arrange as many matches at The Den as we can��the fans still have a strong attachment to the old stadium."


    Aldrich''s every word was etched into Adam''s memory.


    In fact,st year at the G14 summit, Aldrich had proposed an idea to some football heavyweights: that European clubs band together to y preseason friendlies in other continents. He had arranged to tour North America this summer with Inter Mn, Ajax, and Borussia Dortmund. While it might not yield immediate market effects, it was beneficial to establish a fan base and gain some publicity for the future.


    Before football fully entered the capital era, outdated concepts and hypocritical arrogance still loomed over many elite clubs. They believed Europe was the center of the football world, representing the pinnacle of this domain. At the club level, they rarely initiated brand promotions unless invited by less developed countries or regions, and even when others invited them, they demanded exorbitant appearance fees, often scaring sponsors or organizers away. This mindset caused many well-performing but not quite elite clubs tog behind their simrly-sizedpetitors in media consultation development, particrly in market share and global recognition. It was only ten yearster, when that gap manifested inmercial revenues, that many elites began to catch up in their global strategies.


    Millwall had always paid attention to international promotion. Take the United States, for example: Americans might not care much for football, as it doesn''t even rank in the top five sports there. Yet, there are football fans in the U.S. Among this group, which club is their favorite? Millwall! Why? Because when ites to football-rted sites on the American inte, it''s only Millwall that promotes itself; other teams mostly rely on sports brands like Nike and Adidas, using star yers in their advertisements to attract fans.


    Thanks to Millwall''s recentmercial developments, other elite clubs were eager to test out such business proposals. Aldrich didn''t want to turn preseason matches on other continents into a solo act;st year''s tour in Asia was almost just a string of easy wins, generating very limited influence. If they teamed up with a few big clubs, however, the publicity, impact, and attention would be on a whole different level. The pie is too big for one person to finish alone.


    But now Aldrich was tied up, and the preseason ns had to change.


    "Boss, what about the club''s summer recruitment ns?"


    Adam was particrly concerned about the building of the squad. His only critique in the industry was that he didn''t seem much like a football manager, but more like a simple businessman.


    It wasn''t that he didn''t want to get involved in team construction; it was just that Aldrich had total control over yer signings and transfers. Adam wanted to scout for new talent, but what good would it do? It would be a waste of time.


    "No need to worry. I''ve already spoken to the club''s negotiation team; they''ve started working. What I want to discuss with you is something else."


    Aldrich and Adam had a detailed conversation in the living room for the whole afternoon.


    Three dayster, Millwall announced that The Den would undergo a small-scale renovation after they moved to the new stadium, serving as the match ground for youth and reserve teams, and wouldn''t be abandoned or sold off for other uses.


    This announcement thrilled the devoted fans of The Lions, especially the local supporters, who apuded the club''s decision.


    They still held affection for the old stadium. Even though the club was now well-known across Europe and had achieved numerous honors, The Den represented their past��a part of the club''s history and the fans'' memories that could not be erased.


    Aldrich hadn''t previously thought about how to handle The Den. He had considered following Arsenal''s example by turning Highbury into a residential area after moving to the Emirates, but that had seemed to cost over a hundred million pounds.


    Now with ample funds at hand, Aldrich hoped to preserve Millwall''s historical structure intact, ensuring a legacy that both fans and visitors could explore years down the line. In ten, twenty, or even fifty years, they would be able to walk through these buildings, trace the past, and appreciate the club''s culture in a fuller context.


    At the same time, Millwall was building new football schools in Scond, Wales, and Irnd, each offering ten free spots for aspiring yers each year. During summer trials, the ten most outstanding young talents would be rewarded.


    This initiative not only expanded the club''s recruitment channels but also promoted Millwall''s brand. Building these football schools required more coaches, but not all coaches met Millwall''s standards. That''s why the coaching manuals Aldrich createdst year became a necessity for training coaches at the club. Millwall aimed not only to develop excellent young yers annually but also to nurture numerous future coaches, ensuring they would all y vital roles in the club''s global expansion ns.


    Fleet Street was astonished at Millwall''s bold moves.


    David Miller jokingly wrote in a column: "Some spend a fortune just to build a cozy home, while Hall wants to construct a skyscraper."


    ... ...


    In Lille, France, a boy with a scarred face walked out of the youth academy, his bag slung over his shoulder as he nced back reluctantly at the academy''s sign.


    He had been cast aside.


    After spending three years at this academy, he was now just a "discarded child" at the age of 16.


    He wandered aimlessly down the street, unsure of where to go. Perhaps it was time to return home and start over.


    As he turned a corner, a luxurious car pulled to a stop in front of him. A young man in a tailored suit stepped out, blocking his path.


    Instinctively, the boy stepped aside, not bothering to lift his head to look at the stranger.


    "Hi, Frank. Can we chat for a bit?"


    The scar-faced boy looked up in surprise, puzzled about how this well-dressed young man knew him.


    "Let me introduce myself. I''m yton, and I work for Millwall Football Club in Ennd. We''ve had our eye on you for a while now, and we''d like to extend an invitation. If you''re willing, you cane with me to London right now. The club''s head coach, Mr. Hall, said you wouldn''t need to trial; you can go straight into the youth team."


    The boy was shocked into silence.


    He had just been rejected by Lille''s academy, and not five minutes out the door, a club that had enjoyed four years of unrivaled sess in Europe was inviting him to join?!


    Was this some kind of joke?


    "Frank, oh maybe I was too forward��Ribery, can we find a ce to sit and talk? If you want your family to be here, you can call them right now. You can also check Millwall''s official website to verify who I am. Just find aputer and log in to Millwall''s official site to get the club''s contact details. That won''t be fake. If you''re still uncertain, we can contact someone in France that you trust. For example, the new head coach at Lille, Halilhodzic. Mr. Hall is an old friend of his, but he specifically asked that we try not to involve Mr. Halilhodzic too much, or else Lille might block your departure."


    Young yton was taking the lead for the first time in persuading a yer to join the club, and he absolutely didn''t want to mess it up. He revealed all his cards right from the start.


    If Aldrich had been there, he would surely have given him a tongueshing.


    By saying this, if 16-year-old Ribery was savvy enough and didn''t want to leave France, he could easily go to Halilhodzic and tell him: "Millwall wants me. Does Lille even want me anymore?"


    Having watched the European Championship together with Aldrich in 1996, Halilhodzic had asionally chatted with him over the phone in recent years, especially when he brought his team to France. They were old friends, maintaining contact as part of normal social interaction.


    Given that Halilhodzic had just taken charge of Lille, which was in the lower leagues, his focus likely hadn''t yet extended to the youth academy. If he learned that Millwall was making a move for Ribery, he would surely want to keep him and prioritize his development.


    Luckily, 16-year-old Ribery wasn''t that cunning. Ecstatic, he followed yton to a nearby caf�� to get more information about joining Millwall.


    Ribery was concerned about the money. He couldn''t afford the costs of going abroad to y, but Millwall would offer him a professional contract. The advantages of English football became immediately clear. While he might not make big bucks in London, he wouldn''t have to worry about basic needs and could grow in a better environment.


    yton felt a sense of relief as the recruitment pitch for Ribery finally didn''t fall apart on him.


    Two dayster, he returned to London with Ribery. The club''s CEO, Adam, personally signed a contract with Ribery, capturing amemorative photo, and then Ribery joined the youth team.

 Chapter 422: Frustrated Moyes

    <h4>Chapter 422: Frustrated Moyes</h4>


    The youth team''s recruitment of yers was never posted on the club''s official website, nor did any news leak out. The media showed little interest in reporting it, and the club preferred to keep a low profile. They didn''t want young yers to gain too much fame too early, fearing it might put mental pressure on them or skew their mindset due to unwanted attention.


    With distractions from yer transfers in the past few weeks, the recruitment efforts this summer had been unsatisfactory. By the end of the transfer period, Millwall had only brought in four young yers from outside, aside from those who had trialed locally.


    The first was Ribery from France, followed by Reyes, who chose Millwall over Sevi. McFadden and Richardson also joined, all at the age of 16, meaning they likely wouldn''t contribute to the first team for at least three years.


    Millwall sold a total of 11 yers this summer, including 4 first-team yers and 7 U20 yers. Although the departure of the 4 first-team yers had little impact on the club, the departure of the 7 U20 yers had a significant impact on another coach and the club.


    That person showed up at Liverpool with a long face, representing his club.


    Aldrich had spent the entire summer remotely managing the club from Liverpool. His living room had essentially transformed into a makeshift office, where he conducted meetings with various individuals.


    Today''s guest was David Moyes.


    Moyes was utterly frustrated.


    Millwall had sold seven U20-yers, at least four of whom he had worked with over the past two years.He had led Preston to establish themselves in the First Division, preparing for a bold campaign to push for the Premier League next season.


    But his team''s strength left much to be desired��not the worst, but they were far from being trulypetitive.


    The club was tight-fisted, unwilling to spend money on new yers. Unlike Millwall, Preston didn''t have a scoutingwork that spanned Europe and beyond.


    The club felt it was a waste of money to buy yers who were in their prime but had nothing special to offer. They brought in Moyes to save costs and he didn''t get a penny from the transfer. But with his rtionship with Aldrich, Moyes hit the jackpot and used loan yers to get Preston into League One that year, and the following year they were just six points away from the y-offs.


    The club''s leadership not only admired Moyes but also gave him their full backing. They couldn''t offer financial support, but they handed him every other power and stood behind his decision to rely on loan yers to keep fighting. Their message was clear: "We have no money, but everything else is up to you."


    Moyes hade to terms with this. His ability to lead a team had already been recognized in English football, and several top-tier clubs had extended offers to him��not to manage the team, though, but to be an assistant coach. Moyes, however, had no interest in working under someone else. He was determined to carve out his own path, even if it meant gritting his teeth and training Millwall''s young yers for now.


    No matter how tough it got, if he could lead a team up to the Premier League, everything would change.


    Preston''s management also promised Moyes that once they reached the top division, he would get a hefty transfer budget to build the team as he saw fit.


    This speaks to the contradiction between the Premier League and lower divisions. The Premier League''s sess was built on the sacrifices made by lower leagues. Before the Premier League''s inception, the broadcasting rights for Ennd''s lower leagues were sold as a package. The formation of the Premier League, independent from the Football Association, was influenced by TV broadcasters willing to pay huge sums for Premier League coverage, effectively diverting funds from lower leagues, which gradually became worse off. This trend led to the yoff finals of the Championship, yearster, being valued at over ��100 million! Teams promoted to the Premier League could truly be described as bing instant millionaires. Simrly, tensions between local leagues and the Premier League kept escting, reaching an irreconcble point.


    Moyes worked diligently, but for a cash-strapped club, the summer transfer period was nothing special��merely patching up the squad.


    Yet, he was ambitious. He retained some core yers and left spots open for others he had his eye on, such as Cahill, Bresciano, and Dunn.


    These yers had trained under excellent tactical discipline and professional standards at Millwall. They came to the team, ready to y hard and make the most of every opportunity, disying their tenacity through sweat.


    However, Millwall ended up selling them all to Leeds United this summer.


    Before seeing Aldrich, Moyes called O''Leary to ask about loaning a few yers. O''Leary, with a casual yet amused tone, turned him down without hesitation.


    "Are you serious?"


    Leeds United had just signed these yers, and now Moyes wanted them on loan? With the UEFA Cup on the horizon, O''Leary was already worried about having enough yers. In his eyes, Leeds needed at least 30 yers, especially with so many youngsters filling the roster.


    Afterwards, O''Leary chatted with Moyes for a while, asking about the specific performances of these yers under Moyes'' leadership. O''Leary has watched the game video, but only the head coach really knows the full picture behind the scenes.


    Moyes developed Millwall''s young yers, who in turn sold those promising yers to Leeds United for a good sum of money. Now he has to sit down with O''Leary to exchange ideas and help Leeds United make the most of the talent he has developed.


    As Moyes thought about it, a wave of frustration washed over him, and he almost felt like crying.


    Aldrich was starting to find Moyes a bit too distracted today; it seemed as if selling off those young yers was akin to selling Moyes''s own son.


    Once Moyes managed to shake off his mncholy and wear a slight smile, he got to the point of his visit.


    It was still about loaning yers.


    The sale of so many young yers had directly disrupted Moyes''s summer preparations.


    His frustration was entirely understandable.


    If he could keep loaning yers like Cahill and Bresciano, team cohesion would be almost a non-issue.


    But now, he had to fill those established spots with new yers from Millwall. Even talented new arrivals would have to start from scratch in terms of development.


    Aldrich and Moyes discussed the specifics of loaning yers in detail.


    He believed he was being more than fair to Moyes.


    Knowing Preston was cash-strapped, Millwall would cover the wages of the loan yers.


    As long as Moyes could help develop them, it seemed a small price to pay.


    Other managers were also vying to loan Millwall yers, but Aldrich wasn''t keen to share with them.


    He was keeping those yers reserved for Moyes; now that seemed more than generous!


    In the end, Aldrich offered Moyes five yers, and when rmending them, Aldrich simply said, "If you use them well, the First Division title is within reach!"


    Moyes'' heart ached. If only you were selling them to me, then I could really feel secure.


    What he feared most was that after a season on loan, Millwall would sell off these yers again, leaving him with a fresh batch of youngsters to train from scratch. This never-ending cycle��how could anyone bear it?


    Parker, Carrick, Jeffers, Matthew Taylor, and Drogba.


    These five yers are all forwards or midfielders. Moyes originally wanted to borrow a defender, but Millwall''s defensecked substitutes, so Aldrich had to reject Moyes.


    As Moyes got up to leave, two more guests arrived. Aldrich went to the door and discovered that it was Klinsmann and Jensen.


    They exchanged nods with Moyes, and after Aldrich escorted Moyes out, he turned to Klinsmann and Jansen, smiling, "Thest guy was a bit down on his luck."


    Klinsmann and Jansen didn''t care about that; they were there to discuss the preparations for the new season with Aldrich.


    "Four yers have left the first team: two defenders and two attackers. The club isn''t nning to bring in recements from outside. Over the next few days, you two should check out the youth and reserve teams and find 4 to 6 recements to join the first team. The schedule for next season is going to be tougher than we imagine."


    When speaking with his inner circle, Aldrich didn''t see the need for pretenses.


    Klinsmann and Jensen both gave a nod.


    The G14 had pressured UEFA for arger share of Champions League profit, and UEFA hadplied; not only did the Champions League expand, ensuring the big clubs wouldn''t miss out, but they also brutally arranged the schedule into double round-robin group stages.


    The 32 teams would be divided into eight groups, with the top two advancing.


    Thest 16 would then be divided into four groups, with again the top two advancing.


    After reaching the quarter-finals, it would be knockout rounds.


    In other words, to reach the quarter-finals meant an additional group stage match��six matches!


    Aldrich fundamentally disagreed with UEFA''s decision, but at the G14 summit, Adam had returned saying that other major clubs were all in favor.


    The chance to y six more matches would mean selling three more tickets, subsequently providing arger broadcasting revenue.


    If viewed solely from the perspective of immediate profit, that made sense.


    But how much higher would the burden be on teams?


    What would be the impact on domestic league and cuppetitions?


    Owners of elite clubs didn''t seem to care about this; profits were King.


    For the time being, Klinsmann would hold the reins of the team until Aldrich could return, which depended on when Mnie would give birth. It couldn''t be long now.


    After Klinsmann and Jansen left, the next day, the two arrived together at the Leo training ground. They found Nagy, briefly discussed matters, and then headed to the sidelines to watch the yers train.


    In the past period, it''s been a turbulent time for the youth team, with many yers leaving and a new batch arriving.


    However, these young yers have grown ustomed to the changes.


    Especially in the lower tiers, every year sees old yers leaving and new onesing in, with those departing mostly being yers eliminated throughpetition.


    Even someone like Vassell, who transferred to Leeds United, is seen by the remaining yers as someone who has been weeded out.


    Remaining at Millwall means they have the chance to don the first team''s jersey and step onto the top-tier stage,peting against Europe''s elite clubs, rather than battling for a top-four finish at Leeds United or trying to make a mark in the UEFA Cup.


    The young yers were also aware that their boss was about to be a father, which exined his absence during the summer. Tabloid magazines were filled with his pictures spotted on the streets of Liverpool.


    So when Klinsmann, Jansen, and Nagy stood together on the sidelines, the young yers understood the implications.


    With so many yers sold and no seasoned stars brought in from the transfer market, it was clear the club was preparing to give these young yers more opportunities.


    This very tradition at Millwall is why more and more young yers were willing to join its academy. Here, if you had talent, you had a genuine shot at sess, not just empty promises.


    Watching the young yers work harder than usual to showcase their skills brought smiles to Nagy and the two assistant coaches on the sidelines.

 Chapter 423: Generation That Shines Like Diamonds

    <h4>Chapter 423: Generation That Shines Like Diamonds</h4>


    Millwall''s youth team was undoubtedly brimming with talent, but there weren''t many options left for Klinsmann and Jansen to choose from.


    The issuey in the yers'' ages; most of those aged 18, strong and physically mature enough topete in the Premier League, had already been snatched up by Leeds United. There were still some yers remaining, but they were mostly no-names, relegated to the role of mere fillers.


    "Van Nistelrooy has left, so we need a striker first."


    Klinsmann said this to Nagy while scanning the training ground.


    Finding a perfect recement for a striker of Van Nistelrooy''s caliber was unrealistic, but at the very least, they needed someone who wouldn''t be too far off, someone who could step up when needed, rather than just filling a spot.


    Nagy nced at the youth yers and shook his head, "There''s no one suitable here."


    In terms of age, there were only two potential recements for Van Nistelrooy''s bench spot, and one of them, Drogba, had already been listed for loan.


    Nagy pointed to the training ground in the distance, saying, "David Larmore, 22 years old. He used to shine in Liverpool''s youth team but was released three years ago and joined us. Last season, he scored 24 goals in the reserve league. Aldrich has been keeping an eye on him, and I believe he''s ready for the Premier League. Coming off the bench should be fine."


    Klinsmann wasn''t very familiar with this yer, so he turned to Jansen, who seemed to be deep in thought.


    This once-fallen prodigy had found rebirth at Millwall, but whether he could soar again was anyone''s guess.


    Jansen furrowed his brow and asked, "He seemed fearful of contact. How is he now? In the Premier League, regardless of size, physicality is a basic requirement."


    Nagy replied, "It depends on the role we give him. If we focus solely on physicality, he''s not the ideal choice. In training, we''ve aimed to shape him into a number Trequartista. His technical ability has surpassed that of the majority of technical yers in the Premier League. His game reading and overall vision are exceptional; his only weakness is physicality. So, he might not be a direct recement for Van Nistelrooy, but if we deploy him just behind the frontline as a connector and scorer, he could impress you."


    "What''s the standard for that weakness?" Klinsmann asked with a frown.


    Nagy thought for a moment before responding, "Probably against Premier League''s top eight teams'' defensive lines with strong physical confrontations. Scoring 24 goals in the reserves shows he can handle general-level contact, and as I mentioned, he doesn''t rely on absolute physical strength to make an impact. On the contrary, he''s more of a team yer; he can''t be a fixed tactical point but can be a crucial piece in theplete puzzle."


    Klinsmann understood; Larmore was a supporting yer who, while not a star, could make the stars shine brighter.


    After some further discussion, the trio decided to promote Larmore to the first team for the new season.


    Nagy instructed a nearby young coach to summon Larmore from the reserves.


    After three years at Millwall, Larmore had emerged from the shadow of his severe injury three years ago. The 22-year-old was lively and full of spirit.


    Perhaps due to the fall from grace from prodigy to ordinary yer, earning a weekly sry of three thousand pounds at Millwall��less than the starting sry of teams in the lower half of the Premier League��he felt satisfied. Comparing his current situation to the possibility of being stuck in a smaller club, he was immensely grateful to Millwall. Despite having interacted with Aldrich less than ten times over the past three years, he felt deep appreciation for this club and its young manager.


    "Coach, what''s up?"


    Larmore wiped the sweat from his face,pletely rxed, ncing back and forth between Klinsmann, Jansen, and Nagy.


    "For the uing season, you''ll be reporting to the first team," Nagy said with a smile.


    Larmore was taken aback for a moment but then casually nodded and asked, "Is that all? Then I''ll get back to training."


    "Yeah, go on," Nagy replied.


    As soon as Nagy finished speaking, Larmore turned and jogged back to the reserve training pitch.


    Klinsmann looked on in shock, while Jansen, equally astonished, asked, "Does he not want to be in the first team? Why that reaction? It''s as if you just told him the weather for tomorrow."


    Nagy sighed, "Adversity helps people grow. Don''t let his age fool you; he''s more mature than most of his peers. He was a prodigy, and now he feels like an ordinary guy. What he''s probably thinking is: So what if I go to the first team? It doesn''t mean I''ll seed. That''s why he''s going back to train."


    Jansen rxed, remembering Larmore''s earlier zeal when Liverpool had splurged to sign him. That rapid transition from the heights of sess to the depths of despair can transform a young yer''s spirit.


    Klinsmann nodded in agreement, "Right, that mindset is crucial. Let''s move forward; with Duff gone, we need to bring in a couple of new yers for the first team��better to be prepared."


    Nagy turned to look at the youth team and said, "Right now, the young yers in the squad are all under 19. With a more demanding schedule next season, they won''t be able to carry the team, and their form is hard to guarantee. I''m giving you four yers to rotate and assess their conditions. In the meantime, let them y in the reserve league."


    Klinsmann and Jansen discussed it briefly. Millwall was currently using both the League Cup and the FA Cup to give yers experience, focusing mainly on the league and the Champions League.Having more young yers will help avoid being shorthanded in the future when backup yers are poached again.


    "Which four?"


    "18-year-old Joaquin, 18-year-old Vicente, 17-year-old Joe Cole, and 17-year-old Vi."


    Jansen was well aware of the ying styles of these yers.


    It was no exaggeration to say that if Joaquin and Vicente''s wing pairing developed as expected, they would be the envy of Europe as a golden duo!


    Klinsmann asked earnestly, "Is there anything we need to watch out for?"


    Nagy frowned, "Vi may be Spanish, but he''s been here since he was under 14. His physical development has exceeded our expectations. Joe Cole is the same. My biggest concern is for Joaquin and Vicente. They possess exquisite skills typical of technical yers and must avoid serious injuries over the next five years. In other words, when arranging for them to y in the first team, we need to consider the opponents'' strategies. If they use aggressive tactics, it''s better to lose than to risk ying them. It''s not that theyck courage, but if one gets seriously injured at this age, we might ruin a talent. Training isn''t a major concern; the first team''s physical training is more intense than in the youth team, which will benefit them."


    "You can rest assured on that; Aldrich has always handled this well."


    Jansen''s response was a relief for Nagy.


    Nagy cherished every yer in the youth team, but no matter how precious, they had to be seen by the world. He hoped each yer leaving the youth team would have a glorious career, whether at Millwall or elsewhere.


    Aldrich''s decisions regarding yer selection had always provided Nagy peace of mind; he wouldn''t make reckless decisions. For instance, when facing rugged teams like Wimbledon, Aldrich typically sent a group of muscr yers to match their physicality.


    "Aldrich said Mak��l��l�� might leave within the next two years; I think we should add a young midfielder for the new season, just in case."


    Jansen''s suggestion was supported by Klinsmann.


    Nagy shrugged, "Alright then, you can take 17-year-old Xavi Alonso with you."


    As he nced at the suddenly tense young yers, Nagy felt a twinge of pride for them at that moment.


    They had been eagerly awaiting this day��the day they would join the first team.


    Vi, Joe Cole, Joaquin, Vicente, and Alonso.


    Wow,st season, they made history by sweeping the youth league, finishing undefeated with a 90% win rate, winning the Youth FA Cup with a perfect record, and defeating all the elite youth teams in Europe along the way. Almost all of them were set to join the first team.


    Along with Carrick, Metzelder, Barzagli, Robinson, and Mexes.


    If Millwall winning the domestic double in 1999 was the headline news for the club, then the youth team of that same year was undoubtedly its greatest surprise and hope.


    They were hailed by the media as a group of yers "shining like diamonds"!


    They were regarded as the foundation for Millwall''s continued glory over the next decade.


    Of course, Millwall needed to ensure that they wouldn''t leave prematurely like Robinson.


    "The first team surely needs to find recements for Ferdinand and Mills? Metzelder and Barzagli can handle being backups just fine. Just keep an eye on Metzelder''s fitness; he suffered three minor injuriesst year. Although the recovery time wasn''t long, the doctors advised us to take it seriously."


    Nagy had nearly sent every yer from the ''99 generation to the first team, and he felt no sense of loss; instead, he felt a sense of relief and inner joy.


    Being able to supply fresh blood to the first team and developing these promising talents fulfilled his job, leaving him content.


    The young yers tried very hard at the beginning, but their attention was involuntarily drawn to the three coaches on the sidelines. They saw Larmore being called over to chat for a few words, then walked back to the training ground to continue training, and there was no movement after that. The coaches moved their lips but did not call anyone else, which made the yers more anxious.


    Coach, pick me!


    Pick me!


    Tell me I''m heading to the first team as a starter!


    "Uh...


    I''ll even take being a substitute!


    As Nagy approached the edge of the training field, all the youth yers became tense, their breaths growing shallow, as if they were on the verge of choking.


    "Vi, Joe Cole, Vicente, Joaquin, Alonso, Metzelder, Barzagli,e here."


    As soon as Nagy''s voice fell, the seven yers sprinted toward him, leaving the others looking slightly disheartened.


    Damn, what luck did they have!


    Nagy turned and led these seven to Klinsmann and Jansen.


    Klinsmann dropped his smile and said seriously, "Tomorrow is the first team''s meeting day. After you finish training today, pack your things. Tomorrow, head to the first team. I''ll arrange for the staff to provide you with lockers in the changing room. New season, you are now part of the first team, but whether you get to y depends on your performance and attitude in training. Remember, you''re still young. Don''t dream that joining the first team today means you''ll be a superstar overnight. Only by being grounded can you truly seed. Got it?"


    The seven young faces lit up with enthusiasm as they answered in unison, "Got it."


    Deep down, they were utterly thrilled.


    They couldn''t even wait until the end of training to rush to the first team''s locker room, iming empty lockers without staff assistance, andbeling them with their names. They gathered inside for a group photo, cherishing this milestone moment in their hearts.

 Chapter 424 The Charity Shield Challenge

    424 The Charity Shield Challenge


    August 1st, Wembley Stadium��just a week before the new Premier League season kicks off, the Charity Shield opens the festivities as the curtain-raiser for English football. Fans poured into the stadium, eagerly anticipating a sh betweenst season''s Premier League champions, Millwall, and the runners-up, Manchester United.


    Since Millwall also lifted the FA Cupst season, this pre-season contest against Manchester United, the league''s second-best, was a fitting matchup.


    In the past ten days, Millwall yed four warm-up matches, managing two draws and two wins��decent enough.


    Klinsmann stood on the sidelines, feeling somewhat conflicted.


    With Aldrich absent, he tookmand for the game. In the friendly matches, he had enjoyed himself from thefort of the coach''s seat.


    Today''s Charity Shield felt almost like a warm-up match. Should he sit back, or guide the team from the sidelines?


    "Before we officially kick off the new Premier League season, let''s take a moment to enjoy this Charity Shield match. Last season''s double winners, Millwall, are taking onst season''s Champions League winners, Manchester United, here at Wembley. Both teams have retained their core starting lineups over the summer, so there aren''t any major changes. Unfortunately, we won''t see Schmeichel starting for United today. Despite his ster performance in thetter half ofst season, he decided to leave in the summer. Sir Alex Ferguson has brought in Bosnich as his recement. During the warm-up matches, this goalkeeper had little to prove, so the big question on the minds of Red Devils fans is whether Bosnich can fill Schmeichel''s shoes if Millwall shows up with their true skill. As for Millwall, fans shouldn''t worry; Hall is absent due to family matters. Assistant coach Klinsmann will be handling the team''s tactics today. This is a test for Klinsmann, facing off against Sir Alex Ferguson, the man who led United to Champions League gloryst season. Traditionally, Charity Shield matches tend to be open and entertaining, so we hope today''s match will deliver a thrilling spectacle for the fans."


    Millwall and Manchester United are recognized as the top teams in English football, and the new season will see Europe''s elite keeping a close eye on their performances. Both teams boast an appropriately aged roster filled with top-tier talent, while teams like Arsenal, Chelsea, Leeds United, and Liverpool won''t attract the same level of scrutiny. Arsenal''s defense is aging, Chelsea''s locker room issues are surfacing, Leeds is still on its rise, and Liverpool is undergoing a rebuild under Houllier, with a revival still far off.


    Millwall''s starting lineup remains unchanged fromst season.


    Goalkeeper: Butt.


    Defenders: Schneider, Materazzi, Southgate, Zambrotta.


    Midfielders: Mak��l��l��, Pirlo, Nedv��d.


    Forwards: Larsson, Henry, Ronaldinho.


    Championship teams rarely rush to change their lineups, and Millwall is in great form, so the team has little to worry about the team''s strength declining due to aging yers. This means that Millwall has a bright future in the new season, and every opponent is on guard that they may show a stronger strength thanst year.


    Meanwhile, while Manchester United enjoyed a ster run in thest Champions League, their youthful and bnced ensemble still harbors some troubling elements that cannot be ignored.


    Goalkeeper: Bosnich.


    Defenders: Neville, Silvestre, Stam, Irwin.


    Midfielders: Beckham, Keane, Scholes, Giggs.


    Forwards: Yorke, Cole.


    While the attacking potential of this lineup is undeniable, there are fresh faces in goal and on defense. Furthermore, Irwin will turn 34 this fall��clearly, United''s defense has not only struggled to improve fromst season but even to maintainst season''s stability.


    From the first second of the match, both teamsunched into an offensive duel. The tackles were spirited, but given the nature of the game, they were kept somewhat restrained��no one wanted to risk injury before the season had truly begun.


    Ultimately, Klinsmann opted to remain on the sidelines to show respect for the match.


    But he quickly realized there wasn''t much for him to manage.


    Aldrich''s tactical overhaul fromst season has now reached its full potential.


    His 4-3-3 system is built on the principle of bnce, with a clear division of duties between the defense and the attack.


    On the surface, it may appear to be a ssic formation, where defenders handle the backline and forwards focus solely on offense.


    However, the logic is sound: their attacking prowess is second to none. With a front five delivering the offensive output that most teams require six, seven, or even eight yers to achieve, Millwall can reinforce its defensive structure, bringing a more bnced approach and added stability to their overall y.


    The dazzling attacking unit had reached a new level of understanding after half a season together, and their power was beginning to show.


    Manchester United may excel in attack, but their defense simply couldn''t withstand the fully matured offensive force that Millwall had developed.


    In the 6th minute of the match, Henry took the ball on the wing, dribbling past Neville with a sharp change of direction. As he cut diagonally into the box, Silvestre recklessly rushed in to challenge. Stam, seeing this, shouted angrily, "Don''t go in!"


    But it was toote. As Silvestre stepped forward, Ronaldinho made a diagonal run into the inside channel beside Henry. Predictably, Henry slid a through ball, and Ronaldinho collected it in the box. Stam anticipated the move and, in the next second, blocked Ronaldinho''s shooting angle, sticking close to him.


    Ronaldinho, with calmposure, simplyid the ball back to the top of the box. Henry, having moved into position, was being closely marked by Keane. But Henry let the ball roll past him, and by the time Keane reacted, it was already toote. Nedv��d surged in from behind and, with perfect timing, slid the ball through to Larsson, who had cut inside. Larsson was clear on goal, with Irwin unable to catch up.


    Confronting Bosnich, Larsson pulled off a brilliant fake, making it seem like he was going for the shot. As Bosnich lunged and lost his footing, Larsson calmly passed the ball into the unguarded.


    "Millwall has taken the lead in the seventh minute, with Larsson scoring a very easy goal. He has Nedv��d to thank for the assist, but Manchester United''s defensive issues were on full disy here. Neville couldn''t handle Henry one-on-one, and Silvestre''s rash challenge left Ronaldinho with too much space to exploit. Once Stam covered, the other side of the box waspletely open, and there was no way Irwin could catch up to Larsson. Can you really me him? Millwall''s y was seamless, with four of their attackers breaking through United''s five-man defense in just five seconds. Sir Alex Ferguson will have to address this, and you can''t really fault Bosnich for the goal. Larsson finished his one-on-one calmly��honestly, even if Schmeichel were still in goal, he might not have been able to stop it."


    The crowd at Wembley erupted in cheers, with mostly Millwall fans filling the stands. They celebrated the goal and cheered for their team.


    Today''s match against Manchester United is one everyone had been waiting for. Didn''t United just lift the Champions League trophyst year?


    Wasn''t Ferguson knighted?


    That sounds impressive.


    We enjoy ying against big teams.


    Having seen United''s final against Bayern Munich, Millwall fans couldn''t help but feel a tinge of skepticism.


    It wasn''t that they disrespected United''s championship; they just felt Bayern wasn''t as formidable as expected.


    Leading in the match, hitting the woodwork twice before ultimately losing, the fans naturally thought ofst year when Millwall faced Real Madrid in the Champions League final. Millwall maintained its advantage, relentlessly attacking and striking the woodwork multiple times��definitely more than Bayern''s two��and ultimately iming the trophy. Now that was true power on disy.


    As summerughter turned into a serious realization, Ferguson understood: his pleasant mood was over!


    He felt strange today; seeing Aldrich absent from the Millwall bench was unsettling.


    Regarding that previous goal, he viewed the defensive missteps from another angle.


    It''s better for problems to emerge now than during critical matches.


    Silvestre was brought in with the expectation he could start, but no one thought he''d be an instant defensive stalwart.


    If there are issues, solve them. It would be strange for young yers not to make mistakes.


    Though Ferguson felt uneasy, he remainedposed.


    However, ten minutester, his calm shattered.


    "Wow! Pirlo has just scored with a shot straight down the middle! What on earth is Bosnich doing? That shot posed no threat��it had no angle, and the pace wasn''t fast. The ball just rolled along the grass, and if it had been any weaker, it could have passed as a defender''s back pass! But somehow, Bosnich crouched down to collect it, and the ball slipped right through his hands, under his legs, and into Manchester United''s!"


    Ferguson was seething.


    What the hell? This butter-fingered debacle is uneptable!


    "Damn it! I gave up on van der Sar for you, and now you''ve messed up on your first official match! This is just a disaster!"


    Manchester United had two options when choosing Schmeichel''s sessor: Ajax''s van der Sar or the free agent Bosnich. Ferguson went with thetter, and van der Sar ended up joining Juventus in Serie A. But Bosnich, the much-anticipated sessor to the legendary goalkeeper, is giving the Red Devils fans a nightmare debut that feels like watching a disaster unfold.


    The moment Bosnich touched that ball, he was probably the only one on the pitch who realized it was going in.


    Not even Pirlo, who took the shot to just test his luck, thought it would end up in the.


    Conceding such a goal is deting and shaken even United''s yers, affected by Bosnich''s blunder.


    In no time, United found themselves down by two goals��it felt as if the Charity Shield was solely a practice for Millwall.


    Klinsmann didn''t care about anything else; the moment that second goal went in, he passionately pumped his fist in celebration on the sidelines.


    He was feeling a lot of pressure too. If he lost this game while temporarily in charge, how could he exin it to the fans and Aldrich? Even though the Community Shield might not be a big deal, a win is a win��better to take it than give it away.


    Schneider was truly out of line!


    Pirlo didn''t even bother to celebrate his goal, but Schneider ran right up to him and mockingly imitated Bosnich''s embarrassing attempt at a save, and he did it perfectly.


    With a serious expression on his face, he looked straight ahead, then suddenly bent down as if to kneel and catch the ball with both hands, only to change his expression and look down between his legs...


    The Lions fans in the stands were going wild withughter.


    Although our own Butt has never received much praise from outsiders, he doesn''t let in the shots he should save, and he rarely makes miraculous saves on those he can''t reach.


    You''ll never see Bart make a dumb mistake like this; even if you can''t count on him to do something extraordinary, his performances are consistently reliable.


    The fans are satisfied with that; it''s enough for them.


    But on his debut for the Red Devils at Wembley, Bosnich heard a chorus of jeers, and his mentality began to crumble.


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 Chapter 425 David Villa: A Dream Realized

    425 David Vi: A Dream Realized


    Aldrich was at a local hospital in Liverpool to witness the Charity Shield match, anxiously waiting as Mnie''s due date was just days away. She had been admitted early to avoid anyst-minuteplications.


    His family came from London to apany him, not only his parents and brothers, but also his cousin Bryce.everyone was looking forward to weing Aldridge''s baby.


    Aldrich and Andrew were sitting in a high-end hospital room, glued to the live broadcast on TV. Andrew was peeling an apple when he noticed Bosnich''s blunder and chuckled to himself. That smile sent a shiver down Aldrich''s spine; it felt eerie.


    "What''re youughing at?" Aldrich asked.


    "Nothing," Andrew replied, still grinning.


    Aldrich lightly kicked him. "Remember Jason?"


    "Which Jason?"


    "Jason Ferguson."


    "Oh, you mean Ferguson''s youngest son? Yeah, I remember him."


    Andrew divided the apple and handed half to Aldrich, chuckling even more. "Manchester United spent all summer hunting for a goalkeeper, and Jason called me up asking if I knew of any good keepers not signed under my agency."


    Aldrich was momentarily confused. "What''s that got to do with him?"


    "He quit Skyst year because he thought he was underpaid. Now he''s working for a Manchester-based agency. Makes sense, right?"


    Aldrich''s eyes lit up with realization. "So, you mean Bosnich was your rmendation?"


    Andrew shook his head. "Not at all. To be honest, if he had asked me about any good keepers under my agency, I would have sent Wright his way. The poor guy hasn''t had a chance at Millwall. But I suspect Jason has ulterior motives; he wants to rmend a yer to Manchester United while avoiding using anyone from my agency."


    Aldrich couldn''t help but chuckle.


    Richard Wright had been Millwall''s third choice keeper for five years, really just a ceholder, without the test of official matches. Watching training alone doesn''t reveal a goalkeeper''s true skill. Other teams were eyeing Millwall yers, even the reserves had many unknowns snatched away by lower league clubs. Yet, Wright remained overlooked. If he were truly sent to Manchester United, Aldrich would be thrilled��it would be like giving the Red Devils a ticking time bomb.


    As they spoke about Jason Ferguson, Aldrich suddenly zoned out, lost in his thoughts.


    Not everyone in this world is a hero or a great person.


    Little Ferguson had leveraged his father''s direct influence at Manchester United to secure a deal that led to a significant scandal, which resulted in his father imposing a strict ban on post-match interviews for years.


    Aldrich didn''t care about other people''s family matters. He was about to be a father himself, naturally slipping into that role, imagining what his two sons would be like in the future.


    What if they turned out to be troublemakers?


    Wembley��the very ce the Red Devils have loathed over generations. Here, they have countless glorious moments, yet any fans with a stance against United will scorn the team. Even when United yers don the national jersey, fans in Wembley still chant songs against them, humiliating and mocking their heroes.


    Today, they''d be aughingstock!


    A colossal joke!


    In the 39th minute of the first half, Millwall earned a corner. Pirlo took the corner kick, sending the ball toward the near post, where Bosnich charged out and collided with his teammate Stam. As he lost his bnce, he managed to touch the ball, which then fell into the penalty area, right in front of Stam. Materazzi leaped for a header but missed, only to look down and see the ball at his feet. Without hesitation, he fired a shot that drilled into the.


    "Millwall scores their third goal! This one is yet another gift from Manchester United''s mistakes! Stam was initially marking Materazzi for the header clearance, but he got knocked down by Bosnich. Though Bosnich lost his bnce, he managed to deflect the ball right to Materazzi, who dly epted the opportunity and sent it into the Manchester United goal. Can you believe it? Bosnich is on the groundining to the referee about being fouled! Stam gets up and shouts at him in anger. What on earth is he doing? This is absolutely terrible��his performance is abysmal. Sure, Schmeichel has conceded many goals to Millwall before, but they were all beautiful strikes, not a blunder like this!"


    Conflict broke out among the Manchester United yers after they let in the third goal!


    Stam was heavily knocked down, and with the team''s blunder, he felt like aughingstock, hearing jeers andughter from the stands.


    In response, he naturally turned to me Bosnich, the new guy with a short fuse, and they quickly found themselves in a heated argument.


    Ferguson, standing on the sidelines, wore a dark expression as he signaled for substitute goalkeeper Van der Gouw to warm up.


    Bosnich had clearly lost hisposure after that second goal��his own butterfingers had shaken him.


    The nerves were evident as he misjudged the corner defense, too focused on the ball''s trajectory to consider where his teammates were positioned.


    "With the first half not yet over, Manchester United is making a substitution��and it''s a goalkeeper change. Ferguson might have reached his breaking point with Bosnich. The backup keeper, Van der Gouw, ising on. This goalkeeper has consistently delivered solid performances, providing reassurance to United fans whenever Schmeichel was unavable in the past two seasons. Unfortunately, he''s already 41 years old this year; otherwise, Manchester United wouldn''t be scouring the world for a new goalkeeper!"


    Ferguson had no choice but to make this change. Substituting Bosnich now serves as a form of protection for him, and it also helps stabilize the team. Otherwise, who knows how many goals Millwall might score in this match? Oh no, it might end up being Manchester United handing a few goals to Millwall!


    Klinsmann could now sit calmly on the sidelines.


    With a 3-0 lead at halftime, he could deliver good news to the fans and Aldrich.


    Yet during the break, he found himself getting anxious again. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Aldrich sent a text to the coaching staff with his substitution instructions.


    "As the fans awaited the start of the second half, the live broadcast captured a strange scene.


    ''Pirlo, Nedv��d, Larsson, Ronaldinho, and Henry��all five starting yers from Millwall returned to the sidelines during the halftime break, changed into fresh jackets, and sat on the bench. They were chatting casually, looking rxed. What''s going on? Is Millwall nning to make a substitution? Five yers at once?''


    Indeed, it was a five-yer swap!


    As the second half began, a loud apuse erupted from the stands, directed at the five newly substituted Millwall yers. More specifically, most Lions fans were cheering for two of them!


    Who were they?


    David Vi!


    Joe Cole!


    Since their arrival at the club four years ago, Vi and Cole had been the gems of the youth team!


    ''Millwall leads 3-0 at halftime, and with such a significant advantage, they decided to make five substitutions at once for the second half. Klose reced Henry as the center forward, Joe Cole took over from Nedv��d as the attacking midfielder, Vi came on for Ronaldinho as the left winger, Van der Meyde reced Larsson on the right wing, and Lampard substituted for Pirlo in midfield. It remains to be seen whether such arge-scale substitution will provoke Manchester United��Millwall is treating the Charity Shield like a mere warm-up match!''"


    "Ferguson never thought that an insignificant game would make him so upset!"


    Millwall''s substitutions left him feeling embarrassed, especially since two of the yersing off were rookies��he couldn''t help but feel a mix of envy and resentment!


    By bringing in some younger yers to attack, the quality of their offense would surely decline, making it difficult to keep Manchester United at bay. Consequently, Klinsmann decisively ordered the defense to fall back and switch to a counter-attacking strategy."


    As the second halfmenced, Beckham collected the ball on the right and began to drive forward. Vi sprinted twenty meters from behind to tackle him, and the referee called a foul against Vi. However, the Lions fans cheered him on from the stands.


    "Well done!"


    "That''s the spirit!"


    "Lions'' little prince!"


    Vi was pumped. Not even ncing at Beckham, he hurried back to organize the defense.


    Beckham didn''t bother retaliating; there was no need.


    Manchester United quickly began to put pressure on Millwall and managed to pull one goal back.


    Giggs skillfully cut inside, linking up with Scholes for a dazzling one-two. Outside the penalty box, Scholes took a shot that was deflected by Butt. Beckham retrieved the ball on the right and delivered a perfect cross to the back post, where Cole was waiting to slot it home.


    "In the 62nd minute of the second half, Manchester United scores one back! Beckham assists Cole, and United''s momentum is rising!"


    United continued to push forward with increased intensity, but Millwall fortified their defense around the penalty area. As long as they avoided moments of disorganized defense, United didn''t get many better chances.


    In the 70th minute, Ferguson also made a substitution, bringing Solskjaer on for Irwin to add another striker to the mix. For quite some time, United''s defense had faced little challenge.


    However, after Solskjaer entered, United''s offense became more disjointed; it felt as though they were unsure how to y.


    Yes, they had more yers up front, but the ball just wouldn''t get into the right areas. Pursuing a passing style only created crowded spaces,plicating their attacks and increasing turnovers.


    Eight minutester, Yorke attempted to collect a ball outside the penalty area, but Southgate saw an opportunity and intercepted it perfectly. Immediately, Millwallunched a counterattack!


    Southgate released the ball down the right nk, where Van der Meyde advanced with it.


    20:43


    Joe Cole, Kl?se, and Vi made a beeline forward, trailing behind was Lampard, who observed the situation to avoid losing possession.


    Just before encountering Sylvester''s defense, Van der Meyde passed the ball into the center. Today, Cole was brimming with confidence, and when he faced Keane''s aggressive pressure, he deftly controlled the ball, executed a smooth turn to evade his opponent, and sent it to Kl?se.


    Kl?se, back to Stam, decided not to force it and instead passed it back out to Van der Meyde.


    After receiving the ball, Van der Meyde scanned the field and sent a diagonal long pass into the left area of United''s penalty box.


    Neville turned and elerated, gritting his teeth as he watched the young yer dart past him��absolutely offside!


    Van der Meyde''s through ball pierced United''s defense. Losing a man left the backline stretched, and gaps widened!


    Millwall had yers in position, and the ball was calmly brought down in the penalty area. Without hesitation, a powerful shot was taken, and the ball flew like a cannonball into the sideting. Van der Gouw was clearly a step toote!


    "It''s a goal! 4-1! Millwall scores again, and it''s the debut goal for young David Vi! David Vi!"


    If Aldrich had been by the sidelines, Vi would have dashed to the coach''s bench for a hug. But now, he could only sprint towards the sideline, his handsome face radiant with wild excitement as he removed his shirt and slid to his knees on the grass, facing the countless fans cheering for him.


    I, the son of a miner, have finally arrived at this day!


    Today marks my professional debut, my first time wearing the Lions'' jersey!


    I may not be the star yet, but I will work hard to be one!


    I want to leave my legacy with the Lions!


    Vi didn''t know that, in a corner of the stands, his father��a former miner who now ran a grocery store in the Millwallmunity��was overwhelmed with tears at that moment.

 Chapter 426 Bert and Earl

    426 Bert and Earl


    Even with a 3-0 lead in the first half, Aldrich''s expression before the TV remained unchanged. But when Vi scored his first official goal in his professional career, Aldrich leapt up, celebrating with his fists raised, as if he were right there on the sidelines at the stadium.


    As one of the first young stars brought into the club, Vi was the Prince of the Lions. If it weren''t for the fact that Vi was younger than Ronaldinho, perhaps the outside world would have seen more of Aldrich''s expectations for him. This wasn''t just about talent or skill��it was a deep bond between a mentor and his prot��g��.


    After finishing his celebration, Aldrich sat back down. He snatched a piece of fruit from the stunned Andrew and popped it into his mouth. His gaze softened as he looked at the TV, the focus locking onto Vi. Aldrich seemed to see that young boy he once trained alongside in the clubmunity.


    During halftime at Wembley, several yers who had been substituted stood up and apuded for Vi''s goal.


    Nedved and Larsson smiled as they exchanged words, nodding frequently.


    They were witnessing another young yer from the club starting to shine, and it warmed their hearts for these "little guys" in their eyes.


    In the past, these "little guys" had watched them with envious nces, sometimes sneaking into the first team''s training to watch. asionally, they would even ask for autographs or pictures.


    Now, they were ying together as teammates, and the club''s long-standingmitment to youth training had created uniquely strong bonds between yers of different ages. Figures like Nedved, Larsson, and Southgate naturally took on the role of mentors, guiding and helping younger yers grow.


    As the match neared its end, Beckham scored a free kick to help Manchester United pull one back, but there wasn''t much time left. Ultimately, Millwall triumphed over Manchester United with a score of 4-2, lifting the Charity Shield and kicking off the new season on the right foot.


    Two dayster, media from both the football and entertainment worlds turned their attention to a hospital in Liverpool.


    Aldrich stood outside the delivery room, arms crossed, silent as his family and Mnie''s family gathered around. Some were praying, others whispered amongst themselves.


    Suddenly, a figure walked in, dressed very differently from the formally attired guests. Aldrich turned in surprise and asked, "What are you doing here?"


    It was none other than his yer, Ronaldinho.


    Dressed in a hip-hop style,plete with a cap, he might have thought he looked cool, but Aldrich found the outfit too oundish.


    Ronaldinho, usuallyid-back and carefree, was a bit more reserved in the presence of the well-dressed crowd.


    "Klinsmann gave me a day off, and since I had nothing to do, I heard the boss''s son was born today, so I wanted toe and see. Congrats in advance!" he said, lowering his voice.


    Aldrich sighed but smiled, "Thanks. But the day off was meant for you to rest, not to be running around."


    "Hey, it''s just a two-hour flight. I can sit quietly, watch, and be like air," Ronaldinho said, plopping down in a chair.


    In the preseason preparations, Ronaldinho was getting special treatment. His training was arranged separately and was rtively rxed. Plus, he had another day off today.


    The reason? He hadn''t had much rest over the summer. After thest season ended, he returned to Brazil to y with the national team in the Copa Am��rica. Although he didn''t steal the spotlight from Ronaldo and Rivaldo, he helped Brazil lift the trophy with the famed ''3R''bination. Shortly after, he participated in the Confederations Cup.


    This year, European powerhouses were boycotting the tournament, with the newly crowned World Cup champions, France, not participating. Other teams had sent second or third squads, but Ronaldinho went as a key yer and shined, earning the top scorer and best yer awards and helping Brazile back to clinch victory over the host country.


    All summer long, there were rumors buzzing in Europe about Ronaldinho. Among the offers Millwall received, Real Madrid''s bid reached a staggering ��30 million.


    If Millwall were willing to sell Ronaldinho and negotiate with Real Madrid, they could likely raise the price by an extra ��5 million. This would undoubtedly break the world transfer record set by Vieri''s recent move to Inter Mn, which amounted to $50 million, or ��34 million.


    However, Aldrich firmly rejected all offers for Ronaldinho, and the yer himself showed no interest in a transfer, even though Millwall hadn''t offered him a new contract or a sry raise at the time.


    Concerned that Ronaldinho might feel lonely in such an unfamiliar environment, Aldrich sat next to him and casually asked about his summer ns.


    As they chatted, Ronaldinho suddenly turned serious and asked, "Boss, you''re about to be a dad now. How does that feel?"


    Aldrich instinctively nced at the delivery room and softly replied, "It''s a mix of joy contained, unshakeable anxiety, overwhelming nervousness, and a touch of emotion that''s hard to describe."


    "Soundsplicated."


    "You''ll understand someday."


    Ronaldinho lifted an eyebrow but didn''t say anything more.


    It wasn''t untilter that evening that Mnie sessfully gave birth to twins.


    The hospital was filled with a joyous atmosphere. As Aldrich cradled the two squirming infants, his arms trembled with excitement...


    "Uh, nurse, which one is the older brother? And which one is the younger brother?" With this question, everyone turned curiously towards a smiling young nurse.


    "Mr. Hall, you''re holding the elder brother in your left arm and the younger brother in your right."


    Arthur leaned in closer, grinning as he looked at the baby Aldrich was holding. He gently poked the infant''s forehead and cheerfully said, "So, you must be Bert."


    Then, he turned to the younger brother and remarked, "And you must be Earl."


    Aldrich handed the babies to the nurse, who would take them for their Apgar examination. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Instead of following the nurse, he stayed with Mnie.


    Ronaldinho curiously followed the nurse, staring intently at the two rather unattractive little creatures.


    Once Mnie regained her strength, she was eager to see the two little ones. After the check-up, the healthy twins were brought back, nestled securely in her arms, peacefully asleep.


    Aldrich sat quietly at the bedside, tilting his head as he gazed at his two sons. Words failed him; all he felt was a lump in his throat.


    Suddenly, Andrew walked in, waving Aldrich to step outside for a conversation. But Aldrich shook his head with a smile, saying, "Just say it here."


    Andrew rolled his eyes and said, "Many media outlets have been calling me. They want to pay a fortune for the exclusive story. These two little guys just arrived and could make some money already."


    Aldrich chuckled lightly, turning to Mnie for her opinion. She wearily replied, "If we don''t let them take pictures, they''ll follow us every day. It''s better to give them a chance to lose interest soon."


    Aldrich thought for a moment and agreed. In the UK, it''s easy to guard against thieves, but defending against paparazzi is nearly impossible.


    "Then let theme. Let them take pictures; I won''t charge anything. I don''t want to use my sons to make money."


    "Don''t you want to hear their offer?" Andrew''s expression showed some reluctance.


    "No, I''m not interested."


    "Alright, then."


    Andrew collected his phone and left the room.


    The next day, the biggest headline in Britain broke out.


    "Hall II Arrives!"


    "The Heroic and Honorable Leader! Bert and Earl: Future Lions'' Commanders Born?"


    Fleet Street, ever the sensationalist, loved to blow things out of proportion.


    They dissected the meanings behind Alderich''s choice of names for his sons.


    Bert meant hero and glory, while Earl indicated noble leader.


    Combined, it became the front-page headline for the Daily Star.


    The Times took a more subtle approach, featuring a photo of Aldrich, one son in each arm, beaming with joy. Below, they juxtaposed it with an old article showing him lifting a trophy.


    As one of the most talked-about public figures in Britain, Aldrich could be seen holding a trophy, radiating ambition and vigor, while the picture of him cradling his sons clearly depicted a man enveloped in happiness, his expression soft and tender, as if he had transformed from a brash youth into a mature man.


    On Aldrich''sst day in Liverpool, he stayed home all day, hardly leaving Mnie''s side as they cared for the two babies. Even while the twins slept, Aldrich and Mnie watched over them without blinking.


    As night fell, Aldrich packed his bags to return to London. The opening match of the new season in the Premier League was in three days, and he must head back.


    For over two months, Aldrich and Mnie enjoyed what might have been the most peaceful and serene days since they met. This was also their most tranquil and content time.


    But before this farewell, Mnie fell into a long silence.


    She helped Aldrich adjust his suit and tidy up the suitcase. When Aldrich came downstairs after kissing the twins, and was putting on his shoes by the door, Mnie suddenly couldn''t contain her emotions any longer and rushed from behind to embrace him.


    "Aldrich, can''t we just keep going like this?" Aldrich didn''t turn around, lowering his head with a sigh. "The past two months have been the life I''ve aspired to. Being with you felt like a real family, but now, those times won''te back. You have your career, and I have mine."


    "Can''t you amodate me just this once? Just this once!"


    "But how long will this oncest? How long should I wait for you?"


    "Ten years? No, five years. I really don''t want to give up; I truly don''t."


    "I know, and that''s why I''m letting go. I''m sorry. Please forgive my selfishness; I''m unwilling to wait for others."


    Mnie suddenly broke down in tears, pressing her cheek against Aldrich''s back as she kept asking why.


    From her perspective, being in a rtionship with Aldrich that would never end seemed enough. But Aldrich didn''t want it to go that way.


    Holding her hand gently, Aldrich spoke softly, "My name is Aldrich Hall. I''m a football manager. Five years ago, I traveled across Europe, seeking talent. I gave more than three hundred percent of my sincerity, practically begging people with humility. Over the past five years, some people have left, some have joined, some betrayed me, and some remained loyal. I''m just an ordinary man. I can''t resist the temptations of fame or ovee vanity. But today, I don''t need anyone''s approval, and I won''t rely on others for my sess. If people want to leave, let them go. If they want to stay, let them stay. Rather than sorrow over those who leave, I''d rather be more sincere to those who stay. The world won''t change for me, but I want to shake it in my own simple way. From now on, my world''s center must be me. Yes, it''s selfish, even arrogant, but I want to keep going crazy. Maybe I just want to prove that those who leave will regret it. My world won''t crumble just because someone''s missing. I, Aldrich Hall, want to live freely and with power. Mnie, my career will continue to shine, and we will both have our own happiness.But the one making sacrifices won''t be me. I''m sorry."


    Aldrich let go of her hand, picked up his luggage, and walked out the door.

 Chapter 427 Gifts from the Heart

    427 Gifts from the Heart


    The next day, Aldrich woke up early, eager to arrive at the training ground ahead of the yers. As he drove to the Leo Training Base, staff greeted him with congrattions at every turn, and he graciously epted their warm wishes.


    However, when he arrived at the training field in his training gear, he was taken aback by what he saw��it was a shocking sight.


    When he walked onto the training ground in his tracksuit, the scene that greeted him left him utterly speechless. The yers, who were usually cutting it close, were already there, not a single one missing, all beaming at him.


    As Aldrich approached, the yers suddenly shouted in unison, "Boss, congrattions on bing a dad!"


    Aldrichughed, pointing at them, "Don''t think you can butter me up like this to ck off in training! I''ve endured for three months; I''ve missed you all so much! Finally, I have someone to shout at!"


    "Ha ha ha!"


    Laughter erupted among the yers, and Southgate stepped forward, holding two Millwall jerseys in one hand and a ser ball in the other. He presented them to Aldrich, saying, "We had a discussion and didn''t quite know what to get for Bert and Earl, so the whole team signed these jerseys with short messages of blessing, along with this football, which also has our signatures. We hope they grow up healthy and happy."


    Aldrich was deeply touched. The neat handwriting on the jerseys was a stark contrast to the mboyant signatures these stars usually used formercial events; each name was written with care, along with heartfelt wishes.


    He embraced each yer, thanking them for their warm blessings.


    Jensen also presented two "mini Lions" plush toys to Aldrich''s sons on behalf of the coaching staff.


    Once the heartwarming scene wrapped up, Aldrich asked a staff member to help send the gifts back to his office. Then he turned to face the yers, surveying their mental state.


    They looked great; each yer''s eyes seemed to spark with the fiery desire to win.


    They could hardly wait for the new season to kick off, itching to give it their all.


    "Some say we''re a dynasty-level team because we''ve won 13 trophies over the past four years, but I don''t agree with that view. Yes, we''ve won two league titles, but can a team that can''t even defend its championship truly be called a champion? Can it be a ruler? We have the will of a strong team, the strength, and the resolve, but we stillck absolute dominance! This season, I''ll set you a very challenging goal, but I believe you can withstand the pressure and turn it into motivation. Together, let''s achieve my objectives. Starting today, we need to work towards May next year, and tell yourselves that on May 14, we will once again lift the league championship trophy and im back our title! And on May 24 next year, tell me, where will you be?"


    The yers almost shouted in unison, "Paris!"


    Paris, at the Stade de France, would be the venue for next year''s Champions League final!


    "Great, keep up this momentum. I hope by May next year, you won''t be home watching the live broadcasts in disappointment. Now, let''s start training. The rewards you get will depend on how much you put in; I don''t want to say much more on that."


    With Aldrich''smand, the yers began their training for the day, their spirits higher than ever. yers have their sense of the team''s condition; when they understand what state they''re in, the atmosphere, and their teammates'' mindset align towards amon goal, they know that hard work will bring rich rewards.


    As the day''s training ended and dusk fell, the club''s new season family photo had not yet been taken because everyone was waiting for Aldrich to return. Finally, that afternoon, they captured the 1999-00 season Millwall family portrait on the green pitch.


    Aldrich sat in the center, nked by two assistant coaches and first-team coaches. He specifically asked the younger yers to stand in the front row, showcasing their youthful enthusiasm and ambition.


    For the new season, Aldrich didn''t need to motivate anyone; the entire club was filled with anticipation, ready to embrace new challenges and build a true dynasty!


    **Millwall''s New Season First-Team Roster:**


    **Goalkeepers:** Butt, Keller, Wright. **Defenders:** Schneider, Paulo Ferreira, Materazzi, Southgate, Metzelder, Barzagli, Zambrotta, Ashley Cole. **Midfielders:** Mak��l��l��, Gattuso, Pedretti, Pirlo, Lampard, Alonso, Nedv��d, Joe Cole, Van der Meyde. **Forwards:** Larsson, Henry, Ronaldinho, Klose, Gronkjaer, David Larmore, Vi, Joaquin, Vicente. **Total:** 22 yers.


    ---


    **August 7**


    The opening match of the new Premier League season.


    On a sunny afternoon with clear skies, Aldrich had yet to arrive at The Den field, but news about him was spreading through the streets.


    The young Millwall manager missed the official pre-season interview, causing somemercial loss for the FA, which led to a symbolic fine of a warning and a ��3,000 penalty.


    Aldrich wasn''t absent without reason; he was in a hurry.


    In the past two days, after finishing training each day, he rushed straight to the airport to fly to Liverpool, returning to London the next morning. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The arrival of his second son upied Aldrich''s thoughts, but he could only travel between two cities every day. He had thought about suggesting bringing the kids to London to raise them himself, but Mnie and her family disagreed.


    Perhaps Mnie believed that if she kept the kids nearby, Aldrich would naturally show up every day. However, once she finished her recovery and returned to work in the remaining Spice Girls lineup, she''d likely end up having no time to even nce at her children.


    When Aldrich finally stepped onto The Den field, the crowd erupted into cheers. Fans were thrilled; they genuinely liked and supported their young manager and felt a sense of pride in him.


    As usual, the stands were a sea of blue.


    But today, something was different: Brady''s Lion Roar fan group wore jerseys with the names of two non-yers printed on the back��Bert and Earl.


    As Aldrich walked onto the field, the fan group weed their manager with their signature gesture. Some even turned their backs, forming a striking disy withrge individual letters that read, "Bert, Earl, Sons of Hall, may peace and health apany you for life!"


    Aldrich stood at the edge of the field, gazing at the banner in the South Stand, nearly moved to tears. The pping reverberated in his ears; he felt an immense sense of happiness. If he could turn back time five years, he wouldn''t hesitate or frown. He would definitely tell Ba: "Give me Millwall! That''s what I want most!"


    Gathering his emotions, Aldrich positioned himself at the coaching bench, preparing for the game to start.


    "The English Premier League 1999-00 season opener is about to begin. I''m Martin Tyler, here with my old friend Andy Gray tomentate on this crucial London derby as reigning champions Millwall host their northern neighbors, Tottenham. Today''s scene has so many stories to tell."


    "Hehe, indeed, Millwall vs. Spurs, a derby against the same city; Hall and Graham, representing the old and new generations of Millwall coaches. Plus, Graham''s glorious past at Arsenal makes him a real enigma."


    "It''s hard to understand. Graham''s departure from Millwall to Arsenal seemed normal back then, but the older Millwall fans expressed anger in the pre-match interviews, feeling abandoned. Now they think Graham is no different from countless past Millwall managers��just an unknown figure who''s long been forgotten. Millwall now possesses the best manager in club and Premier League history, possibly even in English football history��this is their pride. As for Graham, after crafting an impressive legacy at Arsenal before falling from grace due to controversy (the media spun the tale of Hall being his downfall), he earned a reputation as the ''Coach Killer.'' Arsenal fans reminisced about Graham, but once he took charge at White Hart Lane, all their nostalgia likely went out the window, reced by anger. Now, Spurs fans also harbor resentment towards Graham, believing he''s unable to lead Tottenham to glory. If the new season doesn''t start well, Graham''s days will likely get tougher."


    "That''s unfortunate. He faces Millwall in the first round of the league, with Spurs currently a shadow of their former selves��a struggling team with little fight left. Only Sol Campbell stands out."


    "Millwall''sing out strong today; they''re clearly aiming for three points at home. Let''s see if Millwall can deliver the exciting football fans expect. Last season''s matches actually broke some viewing records."


    Standing at the edge of the field, Aldrich''s gaze reflected fierce determination as he watched the vibrant yers on the pitch.


    The illustrious attacking lineup developed midway throughst season had improved significantly in terms of yer physicality and overall squadposition. The team had also solidified their chemistry, with key yers like Pirlo and Ronaldinho making substantial physical progress. Henry, now thriving in the striker position, had the potential for further tactical innovation this season, promising explosive results.


    Once the match kicked off, Aldrich carefully analyzed the situation on the field. Upon noticing Spurs'' formation and yer positioning, a smirk of disdain crept onto his lips.


    Parking the bus? Here we go again!


    This wasn''t surprising; Graham employed a five-defender counter-attacking strategy at Arsenal while leading a strong team, so it was unrealistic to expect him to go toe-to-toe with a team that he knew to be weaker than Millwall.


    Aldrich is no longer afraid of facing teams that park the bus, especially when his first-choice lineup is on the field.


    In 1998, The Lions conquered Europe by breaking down tight defenses with aggressive movement and close coordination. But this Millwall team? Aldrich thinks their sheer power can run right over any weak team''s defensive wall.


    Millwall''s yers are ying with ease. They aren''t surprised by their opponents pulling back into a defensive shell��this was exactly what the coaching staff predicted in the pre-game preparations. With their current tactical approach, Millwall is unstoppable, capable of breaking through any defense while sticking to their own style.

 Chapter 428 A New Season, A New Ronaldinho

    Chapter 428 A New Season, A New Ronaldinho


    Millwall''s starting lineup remains unchanged for the new season, but there''s a notable shift in the yers themselves.


    From the first whistle today, one yer took center stage, leaving the audience with a surprisingly unfamiliar impression.


    Ronaldinho!


    His tactical role required him to form the first line of defense as soon as the opposition advanced, applying relentless pressure to win the ball back. He delivered, surpassing even Aldrich''s expectations with his tenacity.


    He yed like a wild beast, fiercely pressing with an almost reckless intensity. Just minutes after the opening whistle, he earned the game''s first yellow card.


    Aldrich reminded him from the sidelines to watch his challenges and avoid a second booking. Ronaldinho nodded thoughtfully, then gave a thumbs-up before refocusing on the game.


    Perceptions of yers on the pitch often suffer from unfair treatment.


    Those who dive into tackles are frequentlybeled as "workhorses," while yers known for their technical prowess appear to disdain such gritty tasks, focusing solely on showing off their skills.


    As a result, Nedv��d''s technical talent often goes unnoticed. No matter how high his dribbling sess rate, audiences find it hard to associate him with technical brilliance.


    But today, Ronaldinho shattered that stereotype.


    He showcased two extremes.


    When switching from attack to defense, he pressed aggressively, more diligent than any workhorse, and when moving from defense to attack, his runs opened up space, his skill shining from the first touch.


    Combining control and movement was second nature to him. His no-look, back-heel passes were jaw-droppingly precise, and his small-space dribbles and sharp turns were unstoppable.


    What hade over him?


    Lions fans found themselves wondering��this was not the Ronaldinho they''d seen before.


    The Brazilian who used to wear a bittersweet smile after mistakes or lost balls, apologizing to teammates, was gone. Today, even after failing to get past a defender, he didn''t hesitate for a second to chase back, constantly keeping himself busy, not giving himself a moment to breathe.


    Aldrich thought that Ronaldinho might still be haunted by the emotions ofst season''s semifinal loss. Yet, seeing the drive it sparked in him now, that failure might ultimately be a blessing for his career.


    Relying on even numbers for defense was out of the question for Tottenham, so they reinforced their lines with nine yers, building a fortressyer uponyer.


    Millwall''s defense felt no pressure in the backfield, with the forwards pressing up front to open up space behind. Zambrotta and Schneider advanced to provide support on the perimeter or take shots from distance.


    In the first 25 minutes, despite failing to score, Millwall dominated y, bombarding Tottenham''s goal and stunning their defenders. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Millwall''s attacking unit could pass and dribble effectively, prioritizing simplicity and speed. yers aimed to dribble past their opponents immediately after receiving the ball or to make quick passes, maintaining a fast and smooth rhythm. Even with Tottenham''s numerical advantage, they still struggled to defend against the onught, facing constant danger. Had it not been for sheer effort defending, they might have already conceded.


    "Larsson is fouled on the right side of the box, and the referee calls it��Millwall''s awarded a free kick. Schneider steps up and decides to go for a quick restart, tapping it short to Nedv��d. Spurs seemed set to build a wall, but their backline is wide open! Nedv��d surges into the box, crossing it low along the line! Henry''s there, diving in to meet it��goal! Millwall takes the lead in the 29th minute, with Henry finding the!"


    Henry''s goal ignited a fire in the stands, and Aldrich jumped up, fist pumping with a wild expression of joy.


    Graham''s expression was grim. If anything, Tottenham wasn''t executing counter-attacks; they werepletely on the defensive!


    As Millwall''s yers returned to their half to celebrate, Aldrich nced over at Graham.


    "You''ve conceded first; what now? Are you not going to take a gamble? Can you really go home to White Hart Lane after losing like this?"


    Graham remained still on the sidelines, making no proactive adjustments, but Tottenham''s yers began to change things on the field.


    They didn''t want to lose, and being continuously on the receiving end without fighting back was intolerable. They needed to muster the courage and push forward!


    After the restart, Tottenham''s formation shifted up, increasing options at the front. However, they couldn''t hold their ground in midfield, and after losing control, their entire formation fell apart under Millwall''s high-pressure game.


    Mak��l��l�� seeded in a tackle and passed to Pirlo, who delivered a pinpoint long ball to Henry. Henry received a one-on-one chance but shot just over the bar, eliciting sighs from the crowd, followed by apuse. Even after missing the opportunity, Henry turned back and gave Pirlo a thumbs-up.


    Four minutester, Tottenham yed a high ball to find a forward outlet. Materazzi headed it clear, and Nedv��d, stepping back, skillfully flicked the ball to Zambrotta on the wing. Zambrotta surged forward, and just after crossing midfield, faced pressure, passing to Ronaldinho on the nk.


    After receiving the ball, Ronaldinho first evaded the opposing full-back, then cut inside. Facing stalwart defender Sol Campbell, Ronaldinho maintained his speed but nced over at the returning Henry just two meters away, causing Campbell to hesitate. In a sh, Ronaldinho darted past him, then immediately cut back, leaving his back to Campbell. With the keeper rushing out, Ronaldinho suddenly stopped, gently nudging the ball rightward for Larsson, who calmly slotted it into the open.


    "My God! Martin, did you blink just then? Blink? Ronaldinho just obliterated Tottenham''s defense! What an incredible disy! Unbelievable!"


    "Aside from Tottenham''s fans, I believe everyone watching this game is in awe of Ronaldinho''s performance. Every touch has been a highlight! Dodging defenders on the wing, his speed was mesmerizing. It seemed Campbell was easily beat, but upon rey, we can see Ronaldinho''s look to Henry was a masterstroke in deception! Campbell was tricked by that gaze! Ronaldinho could''ve shot himself; although the keeper rushed out, he had the skill to finish, but instead, he selflessly assisted Larsson. And let''s not doubt that Real Madrid''s ��30 million bid for himst summer was anything but crazy! He''s worth far more than that!"


    "Ronaldinho has the potential and is bing a superstar! Martin, if he can keep this up, he''ll undoubtedly be one of the few superstars in world football!"


    "And how do you define a superstar, Andy?"


    "We often see a phenomenon where an exceptional yer has a breakout season and getsbeled a star, but then they may not meet expectations in subsequent seasons. It''s not that their ability declines; once they gain fame, opponents study them, cing restrictions on their performance. A typical star performs solidly over a season, while a superstar, even when heavily marked or targeted, finds a way to shine despite it all. Ronaldinho has gained a reputation; today, Tottenham marked him tightly, yet time and again, he utterly dazzled."


    "Maybe Tottenham''s defense is just that poor?"


    "Perhaps. That''s why I think he has the potential to be a superstar. But it''s too early to call it; he can still improve. Right now, however, we can hardly find a yer performing better than he is at his age."


    Larsson''s instinct as a striker drove him to make that run for the goal, though he hadn''t really thought Ronaldinho would pass it out. His steps were a little unsteady, and he had to twist his body to hold his shooting form, carefully tapping the ball into the open before stumbling to the ground.


    Ronaldinho went over to help him up. Larssonughed and asked, "Why didn''t you shoot?"


    The keeper had rushed out, but there was plenty of space. Ronaldinho had even paused; a calm shot would''ve definitely gone in.


    Ronaldinho scratched his head, ncing at Henry, saying, "He just fluffed a one-on-one; I was afraid I''d miss too, so I yed it safe and passed it."


    Henry gave a wry smile. "What''s that got to do with me?"


    Finally, Ronaldinho broke into a grin, the familiar smile that brought joy to the fans.


    Aldrich found himself in a "happy dilemma" on the sidelines, turning to his coaching staff with a shrug. "Why did he pass?"


    It''s not that passing was off-limits, but Millwall''s training heavily emphasized shooting efficiency. yers were drilled to keep it simple, to seize chances with no hesitation��if there''s a shot, take it.


    Klinsmann and Jansen shook their heads with augh. There was no real answer to a question like that.


    In the heat of the moment, a yer''s choices are often instinctive, not nned.


    Klinsmann turned to Jansen and murmured, "He never yed the game. If you''ve been ying professionally for over a decade, you''re not thinking much as you touch the ball. A lot of it''s just reflex."


    Jansen raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "I never yed either. Ajax dropped me, so here I am coaching."


    Klinsmann''s expression turned awkward, and Jansen burst outughing.


    Graham''s face was filled with bitterness.


    Tottenham, oh Tottenham, was simply no match for Millwall. When the disparity in yer ability reaches a certain level, even the best tactics can''t turn the tide.


    Tottenham was a mix of the old and the new, relying on veterans to get by, while every year they brought in some washed-up yers to fill out the squad. Over time, it had all turned into this mess. Talk about a rebuild? There were young yers in the team, but unfortunately, none could shoulder the responsibility. Talk about starting from scratch? All the money spent in the past would be a total loss, and the club''s financial situation wasn''t great either. Who could forget how the current chairman had been duped by the notorious "ck gold" coach, Venables?


    Millwall''s fast-paced passing and pressing stylested 60 minutes. By the 15th minute of the second half, the score was already 3-0, with Zambrotta scoring another long-range effort. Millwall then decided to slow the tempo down and y patiently.


    Aldrich made consecutive substitutions to allow some of the starters to rest, but Larmore, who came on, pleasantly surprised him by taking Nedved''s position. While the defense may have dropped a level, just five minutes after stepping onto the pitch, Larmore linked up beautifully with Larsson for a slick one-two. After passing, he darted into the box, and Larssonid it back for him. Larmore then unleashed a precise shot from a tight angle into the top corner, increasing their lead.


    Though this attack might seem simple, Aldrich recognized Larmore''s knack for exploiting the most vulnerable areas of the opponent''s defense.


    In the end, Millwall triumphantly beat Tottenham 4-0, making a strong start in their quest for a new season title defense.

 Chapter 429 First Victory, New Challenges

    Chapter 429 First Victory, New Challenges


    Millwall''s opening match of the new season saw them clinch a convincing 4-0 victory over Tottenham, a result that hardly surprised anyone. After the match, Aldrich approached the interview with aid-back demeanor, merely stating that winning this game wasn''t anything to be overly excited about. While he was pleased, he insisted that the team''s mindset wouldn''t fluctuate just because they had beaten Tottenham.


    The underlying message he sent was clear: Tottenham''sck of strength meant Millwall had no reason to bask incency after such a result.


    In contrast, Manchester United, also touted as a title contender alongside Millwall this season, drew against Everton at Goodison Park, seemingly still reeling from their poor performance in the Community Shield.


    Next year is a major tournament year, and with the Premier League starting early and the schedule being quite packed, Aldrich is eager to face his opponent in just three days.


    That opponent was none other than the traditional powerhouse, Liverpool.


    After the win over Tottenham, he granted the team a day off, and upon their return to training, Aldrich was full of enthusiasm. When he attended the press conference before the trip, he wore a broad smile. The journalists could guess Aldrich''s feelings.


    "Aldrich, you seem eager to face Liverpool. Why is that?"


    Sitting at the podium, the corners of Aldrich''s mouth curled up as he casually replied, "Because Liverpool is a young team, and their manager, Houllier, is a friend of mine. I look forward to facing a friend on the sidelines; that''s one of the joys of this job. Plus, I''m excited to see how Owen, Gerrard, and Carragher perform."


    "Are you saying Millwall has an interest in them?" An puzzled reporter shot back, while Richard, sitting next to him, stifled augh. He had been covering Millwall for years and could see through Aldrich''s words.


    Aldrich, now serious, replied, "Yes, Millwall was interested in them, but that was four years ago. I personally approached them to join Millwall, but they turned us down. Liverpool''s media covered that at the time. Eventually, Liverpool offered Gerrard and others professional contracts, and since then, while Millwall hasn''t looked to bring them in, I''ve maintained interest in their career development."


    The questioning reporter nodded along, recording Aldrich''s every word in his notebook, likely believing this was a major scoop. The transfer window wasn''t closed, and Millwall''s head coach openly expressed interest in the performances of three young Liverpool yers. Who could guarantee a heavyweight transfer wouldn''t crop up in the near future?


    Even if there was a significant transfer, it could only concern Owen; as for Gerrard and Carragher, they hardly even qualified as stars.


    Some reporters in attendance snickered, believing the questioning journalist was being led on. Richard boldlyughed and asked, "Aldrich, if tomorrow''s game is at Millwall and Liverpool are visiting, would you still be as excited today?"


    Aldrich smiled silently, and after a moment nodded, "Of course! Liverpool, the traditional powerhouse of Ennd! How could I not be excited?"


    "Who believes you? You haven''t shown excitement before in the past two years before their visits! It''s clear you''re just looking forward to stopping by Liverpool to see your son. Why not just say it openly?"


    "No, no, no. Richard, are you questioning my professionalism and dedication to my job? I would never mix personal matters with professional ones! Let me tell you, I love Anfield! From the moment I first stepped onto that pitch as a manager, I fell in love with it��such a glorious and historic ground. No manager would refuse to y there; sure, it has a dangerous aura, but that''s exactly what a manager enjoys!"


    Not only Richard but many journalists were nowughing and booing him!


    Aldrich helplessly shrugged his shoulders, and finally, through gritted teeth, he said with a smile, "Believe it or not, tomorrow''s match will show you whether I''m fullymitted to the game!"


    As Aldrich stood to leave, Richard shouted: "That excuse is too hypocritical! Wanting more time with your son has nothing to do with how much you value the game!"


    Aldrich hurriedly picked up his pace and exited.


    The next day, the team flew out to Liverpool. As soon as they got off the ne, they boarded the bus heading toward Anfield.


    On the journey, some yers listened to music, some read, some chatted, while others simply gazed out the window at the cityscape.


    Aldrich didn''t have any special feelings about Liverpool before, but his mindset was subtly different upon arriving; this was where his son was born.


    Thinking about today''s newspapers trumpeting his visit to Liverpool, which seemed more about visiting his son�� Aldrich paused for a second; that thought felt somewhat odd.


    He shook his head, worried that the yers might get distracted by such thoughts.


    Before arriving at Anfield, Aldrich stood up, pped his hands, and gathered the yers'' attention. Those with headphones took them off, book readers closed their books, and chatting yers quieted down, all of them curious about what the coach wanted to say.


    "Liverpool, I don''t want to dwell on how strong they are. The truth is, over the years, especially since we entered the top league, the Liverpool we''ve encountered has been on a decline. Quality yers have been removed or marginalized due to off-field issues, which might lead you to think of them as no different from Tottenham. However, I must say that in recent years, Liverpool''s away performance has been the fatal w in their title ambitions. Their home record, on the other hand, is quite stable, with some seasons losing only two matches at home and, at most, four in others. Essentially, on average, they lose three home matches each season. Of the 19 teams in the Premier League, only 3 or 4 have managed to take a victory from Anfield. We''re not here for tourism; feel free to stick around the city after the match, but for the game, we certainly want to leave with three points. So, while you might think Liverpool isn''t up to par, I allow you to underestimate their yers, but I hope you respect Anfield as a venue. Winning at Anfield isn''t a badge of honor, but it can certainly enhance our sense of achievement and satisfaction!"


    The yers nodded at Aldrich''s words.


    They were heading to y Liverpool, and their mindset was remarkably calm.


    So calm, it felt strange to them.


    Liverpool��once a legendary name in Europe, the team that established dominance!


    Why, facing Liverpool, did they feel this way instead of a sense of urgency?


    Perhaps, as Aldrich had suggested, they''d faced Liverpool yearly, often overpowering them in league matches, and had only faced elimination in cup matches once��with the young substitutes at that.


    Having truly engaged and defeated them several times naturally dulled the importance of such a matchup.


    But the match had to be yed. A calm mindset was good; however, if their fighting spirit waned, that would spell trouble.


    Aldrich aimed to boost their morale and shift their focus away from anycency.


    Simply looking at Liverpool''s squad, their strength may not be much greater than Tottenham''s.


    Therefore, Aldrich sought to inspire his yers to channel the history of their rivals into a powerfulpetitive spirit, using Liverpool''s past achievements to motivate them to ovee the opposition.


    Anfield remains the intimidating fortress in the Premier League, where the passionate singing of the Reds'' supporters never ceases. This is the stadium that Ferguson once deemed ''dangerous.'' However, Aldrich didn''t feel an overwhelming sense of crisis upon arriving here, perhaps because Liverpool isn''t a mortal enemy of Millwall. Instead, he simply enjoyed the atmosphere. Teams that can elevate their game because of their fans are rare, and Liverpool happens to be one of them. Aldrich relished the challenge of facing such an opponent.


    Before the match started, Aldrich stood on the sidelines, whispering with G��rard Houllier. It wasn''t Aldrich who went over to greet him; instead, it was Houllier who took the initiative to approach him. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Their conversation centered around "Is Millwall really interested in signing Owen?"


    Once Aldrich assured Houllier that he had no interest in Owen anymore, Houllier felt relieved.


    As for Gerrard and Carragher, to be honest, they hadn''t yet made a significant mark.


    Yet, since Aldrich had once personally invited them to join Millwall, Liverpool ced extra emphasis on these yers.


    They were still unsure of what kind of great yers Carragher and Gerrard would be in the future, or which direction they''d grow in. There was no certainty.


    Aldrich had long believed that the main reason Gerrard could only be "a Liverpool legend" was because during the early years of his career, he never had a clear position on the field.


    Aldrich preferred yers with defined roles and clear strengths, which allowed for an organized and effective team dynamic. For instance, Mak��l��l�� is for defense, Pirlo is for organization, and Nedv��d is for attack, ensuring a clear midfield system without confusion.


    But a yer like Gerrard had a rather vague positioning.


    Could he defend? Yes.


    Could he organize? Yes.


    Could he attack? Yes.


    He could do all three, but he wasn''t top-tier in any of them!


    If he''s put in a defensive role, he''ll be overrun by elite attacking talent. In a ymaking capacity, he struggles to break down high-level defenses. And when ites to attacking, his ability to take chances seemscking, especially in dribbling past opponents, where other offensive yers in a ymaker or second striker role outperform him significantly."


    In the future, European football is likely to favor top teams allowing only one yer to focus solely on attack without participating in defense; the other nine, excluding the goalkeeper, must take on defensive responsibilities.


    In other words, for a yer like Gerrard, having defensive capabilities is the foundation, and next, he needs to enhance his specialized skills in attack.


    Gerrard''s reviews in the future would likely emphasize his versatility, which signifies a solid pool of general skills, yet it might fall short whenpared to those elite yers who have a defined specialty.


    Especially when looking at the mediocre Ennd national team, it''s hard to pinpoint standout games from Gerrard''s international career, while those with specific skill sets have shone even in weaker national squads.


    Unfortunately, at the beginning of his career at Liverpool, Gerrard did not encounter a key mentor who could have properly developed his technical abilities during the crucial period when his on-field position and role were being established. He was shuffled between ying as a defensive midfielder, central midfielder, and even attacking midfielder at times. He contributed assists and scored goals while running tirelessly all over the pitch, but what exactly was his role? It seemed to change every year.


    As for Carragher, his situation was even more tragic. In the new season, he remained a substitute, with Houllier defining him as a backup right-back. For the foreseeable future, Carragher would continue to be a ring weakness exposed at Anfield.

 Chapter 430 The Anfield Nightmare

    Chapter 430 The Anfield Nightmare


    Aldrich had dedicated eight years to bing a head coach and had now been in the role for over five years. With a total of thirteen years immersed in the world of football, he had developed his own philosophy for yer development.


    Take Lampard, for example. He bore some simrities to Gerrard, but Aldrich had clearly positioned him as a central midfielder, serving as a backup to Pirlo. While Lampard might not possess Pirlo''s creative brilliance, he could definitely enhance the defensive solidity. His offensive duties involved making incisive runs and long-distance shots, maintaining the same range of movement as before, but with fixed responsibilities on the pitch.


    Then there was Pedretti, who was being groomed specifically for a role like Mak��l��l��''s, dedicating 80% of his energy to defense while the remaining 20% focused on initiating attacks. Nothing else mattered!


    Mastering these two roles would yield far greater value than striving for an all-around skill set.


    yers who are adept at both attacking and defending sound impressive, but aspetition intensifies and the differences between top teams diminish, it''s wishful thinking that one yer can dominate both ends of the pitch.


    As for Owen, Aldrich had given up hope four years ago. Owen''s trajectory mirrored that of many before him��an all-out striker who, during the start of his career, had yed too many matches without adequate rest. With two consecutive seasons nearly full-time, it was no wonder he ended up with chronic injuries. Such a star should be bought early; waiting until he was famous would be a mistake. Aldrich believed he would need to give him at least six months to recover and change his ying style. The team wasn''t prepared to revamp its entire tactical system for a single yer, and Aldrich understood that.


    "The second round of the Premier League is about to kick off. After winning 2-1 away against Sheffield Wednesday in the first round, Liverpool is gearing up for their first home match againstst season''s league champions, Millwall. Millwall quickly found their rhythm, easily defeating their local rivals, Tottenham, in the first round. Houllier expressed his eagerness for this match, wanting to pit his young Liverpool team against Millwall. Whether he genuinely believes that remains to be seen, but it''s clear that Liverpool has infused many young yers into the squad this season."


    "Millwall will maintain the same starting lineup from the first round, while Liverpool will field a 4-4-2 formation.


    Goalkeeper: Sander Westerveld.


    Houllier has started to purge the aging yers from Liverpool, sending goalkeeper David James away and bringing in Westerveld from the Nethends.


    Defenders: Rigobert Song, Stephen Henchoz, Sami Hyypi?, Dominic Matteo. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Hyypi? has unexpectedly been given the captain''s armband this season, and there''s hope he can lead Liverpool back to its former glory.


    Midfielders: Dietmar Hamann, Steven Gerrard, David Simpson, Danny Murphy.


    Forwards: Titi Camara, Michael Owen.


    Liverpool features several new signings this summer as well as homegrown talent. It''s a youthful team in terms of both age and maturity, so it remains to be seen if they can withstand Millwall''s potent attacking force today."


    Aldrich studied the young talents in Liverpool''s lineup, particrly in the midfield. Aside from Dietmar Hamann, who was 26, the other three yers were around 20 years old.


    Hamann yed as a defensive midfielder, while the other three could either form a diamond midfield or line up on a t midfield. Who knew how it would y out in the match?


    yers like Simpson, who once shone in Liverpool''s illustrious 1996 youth setup, would quickly demonstrate their inability to thrive at the highest level. His career took a winding path, as after being cast aside by Liverpool, he wed his way back from the lower leagues to eventually don the Ennd shirt��an inspiring tale,but nothing more than that.


    As for Danny Murphy, Aldrich could only recall him as the so-called "Manchester United killer," but he couldn''t think of any other breathtaking performances he might deliver on the pitch.


    The match began, with Liverpool kicking off. They yed some passes in the back to establish rhythm, but their first forward ball ended up being a mistake.


    Simpson''s pass to Camara was easily intercepted by Mak��l��l��.


    Millwallunched a quick counter-attack. Mak��l��l�� fed the ball to Pirlo, who had Gerrard breathing down his neck. Pirlo cleverly flicked it to the wing for Schneider, who then passed it forward to the drifting Larsson. Larsson, without turning,id off the ball to Nedv��d.


    Like this, Millwall''s attack smoothly transitioned into a frontal push. Nedv��d broke past Hamann to approach the edge of the penalty area, threading a pass into the box as Henry made a diagonal run, shooting just wide of the post and sending the ball into the stands.


    Against Evans''s Liverpool, they would often withdraw a forward to bring in a defensive midfielder for added security, but today, Liverpool maintained a four-man midfield without reducing their two forwards. Instead, they opted to narrow their central defensive focus, leaving their nks vulnerable.


    Millwall started by attacking centrally, which forced Liverpool''s four midfielders back, desperately trying to mp down on Millwall''s front line. Sometimes they failed, granting Millwall opportunities, and other times they seeded but fell too far back from the forwards, struggling to transition their defense into effective offensive ys.


    From the get-go, Liverpool found themselves under immense pressure.


    Houllier wore a grave expression. Aldrich wondered what he was thinking; perhaps he hoped that this young squad would rise to the asion amidst the pressure.


    Aldrich nced at his watch��the first fifteen minutes had flown by quietly.


    He gestured from the sidelines to remind his yers.


    The pre-established tactics remained unchanged; he merely wanted them to be aware of the time.


    With the coach''s reminder, the yers synchronized their thoughts.


    Nedv��d dropped back to grab the ball, drawing Gerrard''s and Murphy''s attention. His movement would instinctively cause the defenders shadowing him to follow. Almost immediately, Nedv��d linked up with Pirlo for a one-two, and as the ball returned to Pirlo, heunched a pinpoint pass to Larsson on the right wing. Larsson maneuvered past Matteo and passed it to Henry, who had dropped deeper to receive.


    Larsson made a forward run, appearing to aim for the gap on the wing. Seeing Matteo iling to keep up, Hyypi? shifted slightly left, attempting to block Larsson''s path.


    Everyone''s focus was drawn to Millwall''s right-side attack, but Henry passed the ball over to the left.


    Ronaldinho cut in from the wing, receiving the ball and brilliantly leaving Song behind as he charged into the box. With a feint to trick Henchoz, he created space for a powerful shot!


    It was a strike with incredible force; even Aldrich on the sidelines thought it was destined to score!


    But goalkeeper Westerveld, in a moment of brilliance, managed to block the shot!


    The ball ricocheted out of the box just as Hamann prepared to clear it, but before he could, someone else had stolen the ball��Nedv��d!


    He took a simple shot, but Liverpool''s keeper was still sprawled on the ground from his previous save. In a rush to get up, it was toote; the ball found its way straight into the middle of the goal!


    "Ronaldinho''s powerful shot was blocked, but Nedv��d followed up and scored! Millwall gets an ideal start at Anfield!"


    After the goal, Nedved gestured to his teammates to "stay back," worried they might grab him or knock him down. He jogged over to the away bench, pointing at Aldrich along the way. Upon reaching the sideline, he smiled at Aldrich and said, "Boss, this goal is for your two precious sons. It''s a shame I couldn''t score in thest game, and today''s goal came a bitte, but I still wish the little ones all the best!"


    Aldrich pulled him into a tight embrace, feeling a bit remorseful as he responded, "You should''ve just stopped me from taking you offst time!"


    "No, I know you want us to stay fit for the whole season."


    "Great job! Keep it up! You''re already a legend at Millwall, but you have the potential to be a legend in world football!"


    "Yeah, I''ll work hard��keep pushing until the day I can''t y anymore!"


    Other yers rushed in to join the celebration, symbolizing the unity of the team, something Aldrich valued above all else.


    Watching the yers return to the pitch, Aldrich felt satisfied with their recent disy.


    As Liverpoolpressed their central defense, Millwall''s powerful attack drew attention, then through swift wide transfers, transitioned from right to left. Larsson drew focus on the wing while Henry suddenly shifted. Ronaldinho emerged unexpectedly, exploiting the stretched Liverpool defense. His individual brilliance yed a crucial role in creating the goal.


    While Nedv��d''s name was on the scoresheet, it was Ronaldinho who had cut in past Song, creating the space to go past Henchoz��that was the real key to the goal. Had he shot with a little more finesse, Nedv��d might not have had the chance to follow up.


    In fact, Liverpool has almost no top yers worth mentioning. Hyypia has not really entered the ranks of top defenders, and although Owen is also a top yer, his role as a striker has beenpletely invisible in the situation where the midfield ispletely suppressed.


    Song and Henchoz were the main targets for Millwall, but they didn''t start attacking that side right away. Instead, they focused centrally, then shifted to the right beforeunching the decisive blow on the left.


    Aldrich didn''t pay too much attention to Rigobert Song; he seemed just like any other ordinary Premier League yer. In one-on-one situations, he would surely not match Ronaldinho''s caliber.


    But if he knew Song had a nephew named Alexander Song, he would probably want to have a good chat with this Mr. Song.


    After the goal, Millwall continued to dominate, and Liverpool struggled to find their footing in midfield. Aldrich never granted privileges to his yers on the pitch; everyone had to contribute defensively, including Henry, the striker. Even if faced with setbacks in attack or losing possession, the forwards worked hard to reim quickly, leaving Liverpool unable tounch effective counterattacks.


    To defeat Liverpool today, Aldrich sees the crucial factor as the suppression of one particr midfielder: Hamann.


    Hamann ys as a defensive midfielder, known for his strong tackling and intercepting skills. If he gets a hold of a yer, the consequences can be disastrous. Moreover, his role in transitioning from defense to offense is highly significant. His ball control may not be shy, but his next move with the ball is always sensible.


    Thus, Millwall needs to avoid engaging with Hamann during their attacks, while Henry must bother him during defensive phases. Additionally, other yers should focus on blocking his passing options when marking. This is something Millwall has done well today, and it is a key reason why they can maintain pressure on Liverpool.


    On the stands, the Liverpool fans could only sing, and they sang with all their might.


    Against ordinary opponents, they might have had high hopes for yers like Gerrard, Murphy, and Simpson. But today, all they saw was a reckless Gerrard, a shaky Murphy who couldn''t hold onto the ball, and a Simpson who made three consecutive passing errors. Ironically, it was Hamann who had the highest passpletion rate, yet he couldn''t hold up the midfield.


    What troubled the Liverpool fans the most was that their opponent today was the one they dreaded facing: Millwall, particrly the man standing on the sidelines��Aldrich Hall!

 Chapter 431 The Art of Attack

    Chapter 431 The Art of Attack


    Three years ago, the FA Cup final at Wembley left a scar that Liverpool fans would never forget. Millwall didn''t just make history by annihting Liverpool; they cemented the team''s ce on the FA Cup''s hall of shame. And as if that wasn''t enough, Aldrich''s taunting words after the match left Liverpool''s supporters speechless and humiliated.


    As Millwall crushed Liverpool, talk of team discipline was everywhere, with Liverpool''s yers cast as the textbook example of issues. Houllier began to offload yers known for their bad habits off the field, and fans, tired of Liverpool''s underperformance in recent years, didn''t protest. In the end, football remains football. Fashion and trends, no matter how shy outside the stadium, can''t make the on-field performance shine��and might even do harm.


    When Millwall obliterated Manchester United at Old Trafford, leaving Ferguson with a string of humiliating records, the conversation shifted to Millwall''s training secrets. What exactly gave their yers such a noticeable physical advantage, enough to dismantle Unitedpletely?


    Now, Millwall no longer needs to create headlines with big victories in high-stakes matches��they are the headline. From club management to team training, and even down to their youth and reserve squads, every aspect of Millwall is under close scrutiny.


    Beyond winning championships, Aldrich had transformed into a coach whose methods became models for many across Europe and the world.


    The rise of modern wingers, the fading of traditional ymakers, the implementation of deep-lying ymaking, and the current trend of high pressing��all were part of the blueprint Millwall had established.


    Aldrich knew full well that Liverpool fans wouldn''t wee him today. He''d left them wounded, and his sess with his team now only underscored how urate his harsh words about Liverpool had been years back.


    Yet today, he still needed to use Liverpool as a tactical practice ground.


    At first, Millwall developed their attacks in a predictable manner, in line with what people expected.


    This attacking approach required a degree of creative imagination, forcing opponents either to possess considerable experience and strength to counter or to congest their defenses significantly��essentially parking the bus.


    Millwall''s quick attacking rhythm, characterized by rapid passing and swift ball movement, aimed to exploit gaps, while yers could take advantage of mismatches to disrupt the opponent''s defensive structure.


    However, the pattern still needed further growth. Aldrich believed in a gradual evolution; building a tactical framework for the team could not happen overnight.


    History has repeatedly shown that leading eleven stars to sess is no easier than guiding eleven average yers. Most high-profile clubs throw money at acquiring talented yers, hoping for an instant transformation of their style into an eye-catching offense, only to end with disappointing results.


    From formation to execution, Millwall''s attacking unit had rapidlye together. Now, Aldrich aimed to incorporate more diverse attacking elements into their y. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Once the yers actively pursued regaining possession after conceding goals, Aldrich feltfortable allowing them to interchange positions in attack without worrying about counterattacks, even in unfamiliar zones that could lead to defensivepses.


    Although Hamann had solid interception skills andteral tracking, his pace was somewhatcking. Millwall capitalized on this during attacks, ensuring their passing and ball transfers moved far quicker than Hamann''s defensive reach, allowing them to prate Liverpool''s defensive lines.


    After conceding, Liverpool''s three midfielders dropped deeper, practically forming an eight-man defensive line��four defenders and four holding midfielders!


    Their positioning wasn''t in neat, parallel rows; Hamann yed deep while Gerrard and Murphy protected the nks, and Simpson was like a rabid dog, hounding anyone in sight!


    In the 30th minute of the first half, Aldrich signaled for his attacking yers to start interchanging positions.


    As Liverpoolmitted more yers to defense, the effectiveness of their marking and structured progression would significantly decline. With a numbers game on defense, Millwall needed to adapt their tactics.


    This adaptability required suitable opponents and the right context; today, Liverpool was an ideal target. They were young, especially in midfield, and had shockingly little top-flight experience, making them susceptible to losing their defensive shape by chasing the ball recklessly. If facing a more seasoned team, Aldrich couldn''t afford such risks, as it would heighten the chances of conceding goals through counterattacks.


    Pirlo moved up to receive a return pass from Nedv��d, with Simpson sprinting toward him. Calmly, Pirlo flicked the ball past the oing defender. Simpson, unable to stop in time, found himself two meters behind Pirlo.


    After passing, Nedv��d began to make a run, and Hamann closely followed. But after a couple of steps, Hamann hesitated.


    Where was Nedv��d headed?


    He was moving toward the left wing, while Ronaldinho crossed paths with him, ending up in the center just outside the box. By the time Hamann turned to cover, Ronaldinho was already receiving the ball from Pirlo. Surrounded by Liverpool yers��Hamann, Murphy, and Hyypi?��space was rapidly shrinking.


    Even Gerrard closed in from behind. With space shrinking around him in a four-man cage, Ronaldinho shielded the ball with a quick turn, then passed it back to the unmarked Pirlo advancing upfield.


    Just before passing the ball, Henry ran to the right and exchanged positions with Larsson. Henry positioned himself at the right winger''s area, close to the penalty box. Pirlo sent a pass to Henry, who yed a direct ball to Larsson, who made a diagonal run, creating a half-breakthrough!


    Liverpool''s defense was left disarrayed. The interchanging runs of Henry and Larsson caused Matteo to lose his mark entirely, while Hyypi? rushed to close the angle for a shot against Larsson. Instead, Larsson made ateral pass to Henry, who unfortunately reacted too slowly. Ronaldinho charged in from the center, taking a shot��aiming for the lower left corner of the, he felt confident to score.


    But then, with a loud thud, the ball hit the post and ricocheted out.


    Henchoz suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the ball''s rebound. Seeing someone rushing over, he instinctively stepped forward to grab the ball!


    But Nedved got there first and fired a powerful shot straight into the near corner, where the ball went straight into the top corner and into the near post.


    "Nedv��d scores again! That''s his second! How peculiar��another missed chance from Ronaldinho leads to a follow-up by Nedv��d! Ronaldinho''s luck is definitely off today! But this goal, from start to finish, was simply exquisite. Millwall sliced through Liverpool''s eight-man defense with just five attacking yers! Simpson may have looked like he was putting in the effort, yet his defensive impact was negligible. Gerrard and Murphy were erratic and unconvincing, and worst of all was Song, whose mistakes were critical; the first allowed Ronaldinho to break through too easily, and the second left Nedv��d unmarked for the rebound. Liverpool''s rebuilding effort seems to have a long road ahead."


    After his goal, Nedv��d gave a double finger gesture toward Aldrich, seeming like a victory sign, but Aldrich understood it was a message: two goals for your two sons.


    He then approached Ronaldinho and asked, "Did you forget your shooting boots?"


    Ronaldinho shrugged, looking puzzled. "Not sure, just felt off."


    Larsson smiled, "When I''m not feeling confident in my shot, I just make sure it''s within the goal frame, no matter where the keeper is. But you��you had one shot saved, then the next hits the post at that impossible angle! I''m honestly out of ideas on how to advise you."


    Ronaldinho joked: "Maybe I''ll just close my eyes, take a random shot and leave it to fate."


    The four yers made their way back, each exchanging high-fives with Pirlo in celebration.


    Aldrich was ecstatic about the goal, as shown by the way he pumped his fist in the air excitedly.


    The positional shifts between Ronaldinho and Nedv��d, as well as Larsson and Henry, appeared simple at first, but these interchanges disrupted the opponent''s defensive structure, creating momentary gaps. When such gaps emerged, it was crucial to deliver the ball into the most dangerous areas.


    As Ronaldinho faced a tight defense, heid the ball back to Pirlo, who swiftly shifted it to Henry. Those two passes were instrumental in shaping this attack!


    If only interchanging runs were made without precise timing and urate passing to prate the defensive lines and send the ball to vulnerable areas, then no amount of running would matter.


    Next, Millwall''s attack settled into a chaotic rhythm of frantic positional exchanges. However, not every offensive attempt clicked, leading to a rising rate of errors.


    At that moment, Aldrich didn''t mind the mistakes; his team was two goals ahead, allowing them to bear the risks of increased errors.


    Henchoz, Hyypi?, and Hamann��this defensive trio formed the bedrock of Liverpool''s backline for the foreseeable future, but they had only recentlye together, so their chemistry wascking, and their defense was shaky.


    As Liverpool found themselves with opportunities tounch counterattacks, Aldrich noted their offensive impotence, especially in the midfield where creativity was sorelycking.


    "If young Redknapp hadn''t suffered that injury, he''d likely still be a great choice for organizing Liverpool''s midfield. But now, with a lineup dominated by defensive yers, the midfieldcks creativity in attack. This predictability in passing routes and attacking y makes it easier for opponents to defend, which greatly reduces Liverpool''s threat. It''s a problem that''s also gued the Ennd team since the ''98 World Cup."


    Liverpool''s defense failed to tighten adequately while their attacks struggled to push up; the more they yed, the more frantic they became, losing sight of any hope of leveling the score.


    Just before the end of the first half, Henry and Larsson switched roles again. Larsson got the ball outside the penalty area and was taken down by a sliding tackle from Murphy. Luckily, he managed to shield himself and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding what could''ve been a nasty injury to his leg.


    Seeing this, Aldrich was livid on the sidelines, yelling at the fourth official,"That was a bloody red-card tackle!"


    At the same moment, the referee indeed issued Murphy a red card. His foot had been raised dangerously high��had Larsson not dodged, Murphy''s studs might have crashed into his knee. Without the protection of shin guards, it could have easily led to a serious fracture.


    Though Anfield erupted in jeers toward the referee, the decision stood.


    Southgate rushed to protect Larsson and almost got into a fight with Murphy. When the dust settled, five minutes of added time had passed and the referee nned to wait until this direct free kick was taken before signaling the end of the first half.


    Pirlo, Ronaldinho, and Schneider lined up at the ball. Ultimately, Ronaldinho took the free kick. The ball soared with a beautiful arc above the wall before descending to curl just inside the upper corner of the.


    Larsson turned to tease, "Feeling back in the groove?"


    Ronaldinho shook his head. "Who knows? I kicked it with my eyes closed��whether it goes in is up to fate."


    Saying that, he shut his eyes and made a crossed-fingers gesture.

 Chapter 432 Redemption in Blue: Larmores Moment

    432 Redemption in Blue: Larmore''s Moment


    "As the first half came to a close in the sh between Millwall and Liverpool, the home side found themselves three goals down and a man short! Houllier''s squad looked like a disjointed mess��no resistance against the reigning champions and no signs of causing any problems for them. Maybe Houllier had a point about the fixture congestion; they were up against the champions too soon, and the team simply hadn''t had time to bond. Half of the starters were fresh faces��young guns just promoted, and others were new signings from the summer transfer market. They''d hardly spent a month ying together, and now they were beingpletely outssed by one of the top teams in the Premier League. It''s hard to argue with the scoreline, isn''t it?"


    No matter how much Aldrich had tried to boost team morale before the match, by the time the halftime whistle blew, the yers weren''t quite yet uninterested, but they had certainly rxed.


    Defeating Liverpool and conquering Anfield isn''t a particrly challenging task...


    Especially when one witnesses the opponent''s poor performance firsthand, making it hard to view Liverpool as a formidable club.


    Aldrich hadn''t anticipated a three-goal lead by halftime, along with Liverpool reduced to ten men. Consequently, during the break, he made some adjustments to conserve energy for the second half.


    This also provided a great opportunity to enhance Pirlo''s ability to control the pace of the game.


    As the second half began, Millwall steadily took charge of the match''s tempo, increasing their passpletion rate without taking unnecessary risks. Pirlo orchestrated the midfield y; for perhaps nine of the ten minutes, nothing seemed notable in his performance. He passed, moved, received, and passed again, maintaining a calm and steady rhythm. But during that ten minutes, there was one moment where Pirlo suddenly elerated, igniting the entire team''s attack which posed an even greater threat than the fast-paced game from the first half.


    This shift in tempo and the eleration in attack required more from Pirlo, and he was gradually rising to the challenge, leaving Aldrich very pleased.


    Even with one man missing, the Liverpool yers never gave up, fighting hard and with high morale. But it was like wielding a heavy sword against a nimble swordsman, their power could not hit the target, and all their reckless charges were in vain.


    More often than not, their overzealous attacks allowed Millwall to exploit the openings in their defense.


    In the 57th minute, Larsson cut inside and left Matteo behind, forcing Hyypi? to rush in to cover. Hyypi? felt crushed; he knew his defense would leave a gap in the middle, but what was the alternative? Allow Larsson a clear shot on goal?


    Sure enough, as he moved, Larsson lofted a pass over him, and the ball flew over Hyypi?''s head. Henry, unmarked in front of the goal, had his header go over the crossbar.


    "Wow, Henry has missed a golden opportunity!"


    Following his missed opportunity, Henry rushed into the goal, hands grasping the ball, his head downcast in frustration.


    It was strange - no one was putting pressure on him but he just couldn''t find the feel to shoot.


    As the game ticked into the 60th minute, Aldrich made substitutions.


    Klose and Larmore came on for Henry and Nedv��d.


    Nedv��d, having scored twice, embraced Larmore as he came off, encouraging him softly.


    After a quick high-five with Klose, Aldrich noticed Henry''s slight disappointment and told him, "You''re being subbed not because of a poor performance, but because we have another game in just four days."


    Henry nodded and took a seat on the bench. In reality, aside from not scoring, he had performed very well��his movement drew defenders and provided support to his teammates beautifully. If only he had scored, his rating for this match would have skyrocketed.


    As Larmore stepped onto the pitch, most Liverpool fans in Anfield were unfamiliar with the youngd.


    However, Liverpool yers'' gazes lingered on Larmore for quite a while.


    Gerrard, Simpson, Owen, and the newly brought-on Carragher, once fought alongside Larmore as teammates in the youth squad. Among them, Larmore had shone the brightest, the prodigy for whom Owen had to y backup!


    Life''s situations are peculiar; when Larmore finally recovered from his serious injury, Owen was stepping up. When Larmore was sent on loan to Doncaster and sank within a simple, brutish tactical setup, his former teammates were signing new contracts. By the time Larmore returned to Liverpool after half a season of zeros in goals and assists, he was unceremoniously released, marking the fall of a once-great talent.


    Now at 22, Larmore appeared more aged than his years, looking calm andposed as if he were a stillke.


    Finally, he stood on the Anfield pitch!


    Only now he wore the opponent''s colors��there would be no chance to don the red jersey again.


    His childhood dream was shattered the moment he was dismissed, and in a phase of loneliness and despair, Millwall opened another door for him, allowing him to regroup, work quietly, and grow. The prodigy? No longer a prodigy, just an ordinary Larmore, one who wore deep blue and grounded himself in gratitude.


    Pirlo continued to set a steady, unhurried rhythm. Ronaldinho also began to scale back, positioning himself to receive passes, handing control of the tempo entirely to Pirlo, pulling Liverpool''s defense back and forth.


    In the previous match, Larmore had scored a goal. Aldrich wanted to see more of his impact on the pitch. As soon as he entered the game, he found his stride, engaging well, releasing the ball before defenders could close in, and interacted effectively with his forward teammates.


    At first nce, there was nothing particrly special about his performance. He didn''t take on any defenders, and the ball never stayed at his feet for more than a second; who could really keep their eye on him?


    However, with Larmore on the field, the ball is unlikely to get stuck in a deadlock. His active movement creates space and provides support, often allowing a single active point to influence others. This is especially true for the attacking midfielder position; if the attacking midfielder stands still and is tightly marked, the entire front line''s attack can bog down. Even if they attempt to y down the wings, there will be no openings for a pass.


    Clearly, Larmore''s awareness of team y, his off-the-ball movements, and his ability to receive and distribute the ball, along with his overall vision and game-reading skills, are performing even better than Aldrich had anticipated!


    In the 79th minute, Liverpool''s defense sent a long pass, but Materazzi was distracted for a moment and did not clear the ball with his head, but inadvertently kicked the ball backwards. Millwall''s high-pressure pressing tactics created a considerable distance between the goalkeeper and the defense. Materazzi''s mistake turned into an indirect assist, allowing Owen to quickly chase the ball.


    Owen ran at full speed, but was just a little bit away from the ball. But Bart was very focused. After Materazzi made a mistake in passing the ball, he quickly rushed out of the penalty area and expanded the defense. When Owen was only two meters away from the goal, Bart made a tackle and passed the ball back to Materazzi, who passed the ball to Schneider on the wing and raised his hand to apologize to Bart.


    Regardless of theirmunication, Schneider passed the ball to Pirlo, who noticed Liverpool''s formation inadvertently push higher due to this attack. Seeing the defensive line weaken, he elerated, delivering a low pass that sliced through the Liverpool midfield right to Ronaldinho on the wing.


    Once Ronaldinho received the ball, he immediately sprang into action, forming a one-two pass with Klose. Continuing to driftterally, he faced pressure and dished the ball to Larmore.


    As Larmore controlled the ball, he noticed Gerrard rushing toward him out of the corner of his eye.


    Gerrard? It''s been a while!


    Larmore flicked the ball back with his heel as Pirlo pressed in. Simultaneously, Larmore darted forward, slipping past Simpson, who was giving his all to chase back. Larmore cast a quick look at him.


    Simpson? I never imagined you''d amount to much in midfield, and now you''re starting for Liverpool?!


    As Simpson chased, his presence misled Hyypi? into thinking he had Larmore covered. However, Simpson''s pursuit didn''t keep pace fully. At a critical moment, when Larmore was parallel to the defensive line, Pirlo didn''t send the ball to Larsson, Ronaldinho, or Klose; instead, he delivered a pinpoint lofted pass right to Larmore!


    Simpson jumped to attempt a header clear, but he mistimed it, letting the ball drop into the **. Before it even reached the ground, Larmore had already cleared his position, adjusting his body for a shot. Meeting the descending ball, he didn''t exert much force, flicking it lightly, and it ricocheted towards the upper right corner of the goal. Westerveld misjudged, only able to watch as the ball sailed by; he had expected Larmore to take a touch!


    "4-0! Millwall scores again in the 80th minute! The scorer is substitute young talent David Larmore, who''s now scored in consecutive substitute appearances! He''s in fantastic form! ording to our sources, this young yer was once a product of Liverpool''s youth academy but received no professional contract, and was let go. He ended up in Millwall''s academy, and this season, he is officially a member of their first team, showing he has found new life at Millwall!"


    After scoring, Larmore showed no bitterness toward Liverpool for abandoning him. Instead, he jogged toward the touchline after his goal, removing his shirt and facing the camera with a broad smile.


    On his undershirt, a simple message read: Thank you, Nagy!


    At Millwall''s Leo training ground''s conference room, Nagy sat watching the team''s match with the youth squad coaches. Upon seeing Larmore''s gratitude sh across the screen, he shut his eyes momentarily, revealing a blissful smile.


    It was Aldrich who made the decision to bring Larmore to Millwall, but during tough times, it was Nagy who stood beside him, guiding him carefully, helping him navigate through shadows and find his strength again.


    Aldrich felt genuine happiness for Larmore.


    While he was excited, he wouldn''t consider elevating Larmore to a starting role simply due to his contributions in two substitute appearances. It was evident that Liverpool''s main focus for marking would be on Ronaldinho, Larsson, and Klose. Larmore, overlooked, had the advantage of stronger teammates to shield him, allowing him to emerge as a deadly attacking threat.


    Had that previous attack been initiated by Nedv��d, then regardless of whether Simpson could catch up, Hyypi? wouldn''t trust a midfield yer to contain the umph of that attack.


    Still, a good substitute was exactly what Millwall needed.


    The Liverpool yers hung their heads, particrly Owen, who watched from a distance as Larmore celebrated with his teammates.


    In his mind, he recalled the moment Aldrich had knocked at his door and was turned away.


    If he could rewind time, would he still have shut that door?


    "The match is finished! The defending champions Millwall have beaten their opponents in two consecutive matches with the same score line! Tottenham and Liverpool have both be sacrifices along their path to defensively retain their title this season. Two back-to-back 4-0 victories announce how Millwall will approach every challenger, including Manchester United, Arsenal, Chelsea, and Leeds United��teams that are said to be eyeing the championship. They might only face Millwall twice throughout the season, yet this unstoppable momentum could impose unprecedented psychological pressure on them. But wee to the Premier League��this is the game of the strong; to conquer pressure and surpass oneself is the only way to reign supreme!" n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


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