It was already early in the morning when he got home. Aldrich entered the house and put his suitcase aside, then walked upstairs step by step, taking off his clothes at the same time.
With a satisfied smile on his lips, he fell on the big bed, replaying the winning scene over and over in his mind. Southgate couldn't restrain his emotions and burst into tears when he picked up the trophy.
The past season was too difficult for him. The pressure of being accused of being a sinner by England fans made him overwhelmed, and his off-field exposure also plummeted. This was his sense of self-protection, and he did not want to have any interaction with the public media for fear of being exposed again.
Asked about the penalty defeat at Euro 96.
This season, the stable performance of Southgate has become the anchor of Millwall's defense. He is different from Stam's bravery and fierceness, but has the style of a general. He is not just a central defender who does dirty work.
He is calmer when handling the ball and consciously develops an overall view, which is more in line with Millwall's overall tactics.
The young players each held the trophy and were unwilling to let go, as happy as children who had not grown up...
Just when Aldrich was about to fall asleep, the landline phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
Aldrich reluctantly reached for the phone and put it to his ear.
He heard something that made him laugh or cry.
"Boss, I can't sleep..."
Aldrich almost yelled at the phone: But you interrupted me just as I was about to fall asleep!
"Andre, let's talk then. Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
...
When it was past noon the next day, Aldrich was still lying stretched out on the bed, with the phone next to his head. If he put his ear closer, he could hear the disconnection sound.
The door downstairs was opened from the outside, and Melanie, dressed in a cool dress, rushed in like a storm. Aldrich was not found on the first floor, so she immediately ran upstairs. He was not seen in the gym or study room.
The figure finally opened the bedroom door, revealing a look of both laughter and laughter on her face.
Slowly crawling onto the bed, Melanie sat astride him. When he leaned down, Aldrich woke up with a dazed expression on his face. Melanie kissed him on the mouth and said with a smile: "Congratulations.
!Champion coach!"
She had a performance yesterday and couldn't go to the Netherlands to cheer for Aldridge in person. Aldridge didn't care. After all, Millwall was pressed for time.
Aldrich rubbed his eyes. At this time, Melanie smelled the smell of alcohol on his body and covered her nose and said: "You went to bed without taking a shower yesterday? It smells really bad. Go take a shower!"
Aldrich was still in a listless state. When he sat up, Melanie was packing up the clothes on the floor. She turned around and asked: "I called you last night, but no one answered the phone. The line at home was always busy. I'll call you at three o'clock."
I called once and the line was busy. I called once at four o'clock and the line was still busy. It was also busy this morning. Did you put the phone aside on purpose?"
"Oh, no, there was a player who couldn't sleep last night. He was extremely excited after winning the championship. He called me to chat, and I don't know what time we talked until he fell asleep."
"Who is it?"
"Shevchenko."
"Oh, you guys have such a good relationship. What did you talk about?"
"Uh, I forgot..."
Aldrich walked into the bathroom. He had indeed forgotten what he and Shevchenko had talked about. Most of them were daily trivial matters. In fact, it was something like "one sheep, two sheep, three sheep."
Let Shevchenko calm down.
After bathing, Aldrich walked downstairs in shorts. Melanie made him some simple food in the kitchen. Aldrich turned on the TV to watch the news.
"I'm not emphasizing that Millwall has become the strongest team in Europe. What I value more is the team spirit. For example, Shankly and Paisley's Liverpool. The current Millwall has shown a united side, passion without losing.
Happy, the scene when they returned to London last night, the players chanted the Triple Crown as if they were playing a game. Do you think they are arrogant? I don’t think so anyway, they are enjoying football and this sport.
of happiness!
What else have we seen from Aldrich Hall? Is he calm when commanding on the spot? Not only this aspect, we should also see that when his team miraculously won the first place in Europe
What was his reaction at the moment when he reached the championship? Turning to shake hands with Sir Robson, Hall was wild but elegant. He redefined the Millwall ethos, which made him not only outstanding in the circle of managers, but also
He will be respected by his colleagues."
The loud talker on the TV show was Liverpool star Alan Hansen, the big-mouthed man who claimed last season that Manchester United could not win any championships with a bunch of kids and said he hoped Millwall would not be frightened by adults' sports.
But Aldrich doesn't hate this guy, because he has his own opinions and won't follow others' opinions. It's normal for predictions to fail. Compared with many famous figures who express their opinions, who mostly follow the trend, he can always express something different from the mainstream.
sound.
Aldridge watched TV for a while. Most of the football programs were praising Millwall for winning the cup.
Melanie came out with the plate and handed it to Aldrich. Then she took her handbag and took out several newspapers and placed them on the coffee table.
Aldridge looked down at the newspapers while eating. Fleet Street was singing praises. Most of the covers showed Millwall holding the cup, and there were also photos of Aldridge being thrown into the sky by the players.
Melanie sat opposite Aldrich and kept staring at him with a smile on her face, which made Aldrich feel weird and fuzzy.
"Have you seen enough?"
"No!"
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Have I changed a lot?"
"No! So I don't see enough."
"Don't you have to work today?"
"Three days of rest."
"Will you exercise with me later?"
Melanie nodded with a half-smile.
After dinner, Aldrich rested for a while, and Melanie also went to the bathroom to take a shower. With her short hair cut, she looked even fresher. Wearing a black three-point style, she opened the bedroom door and did not see Aldrich.
I feel strange in my heart.
When she saw Aldrich jogging in the gym, she wondered whether she should laugh or cry: "Exercise?"
Aldrich turned his head and looked at her. Seeing her outfit, he immediately smiled and said, "Yes. Exercise!"
"Why don't you make it clear? I even took a bath specially."
"Which word is unclear? Didn't you take three days off? Let's save the fun in the evening."
"Can I hit you?"
"Then let's try it."
The gym was quite spacious, so Aldrich and Melanie put on their boxing gloves and started practicing what they usually do during fitness: boxing.
...
In the evening, Aldrich drove Melanie back to her parents' villa in the eastern suburbs to have dinner.
He still drove the BMW given to him by Arthur, which made Melanie a little unhappy.
"Do you hate the car I gave you?"
"No, I like it very much. It's just too ostentatious. It's okay to take it out for a ride occasionally. But there's no need to drive it as a work car or for short trips. Besides, it's not convenient to park."
Aldrich told the truth, and Melanie was immediately relieved.
But Aldrich was thinking more, probably about his relationship with Melanie. Just like that Lamborghini, it was a life-settler when he occasionally relaxed, and the days when they got together less and separated more made the two of them like a pure couple, eternal.
Staying in a "falling in love" stage.
When I arrived at my parents' villa, my mother Amelia and my sister-in-law were busy preparing dinner. There was already a rich dinner on the long table.
Andrew came alone and was watching cartoons with his three-year-old nephew Bowen in his arms.
As soon as Aldrich entered, Andrew raised Bowen and smiled: "Uncle Aldrich, congratulations."
Aldrich walked over and put a hand on Andrew's head, smiling: "Thank you."
He bent down and kissed Bowen on the forehead. His nephew grabbed his sleeve and said, "Give me a Larson signature."
Aldrich laughed and nodded in agreement.
"Where's Arthur?"
"Still sleeping in the bedroom, I'll call him!"
Mother Amelia took the steak out of the oven and put it on the table, then went upstairs.
"What's going on? Arthur is having fun again?"
Aldrich asked Andrew.
Andrew shrugged and said, "Yes, he just got on the plane in a daze this morning. When he was sent back by those old gangsters, he thought he was in a hotel in Rotterdam and gave me a twenty pound tip."
"Hahaha, speaking of which, I didn't meet him in the Netherlands yesterday."
Millwall arrived in Rotterdam in advance. As the club's chairman, Arthur and CEO Adam and other administrative staff arrived in the Netherlands on the day of the game. They were more like spectators. They sat directly in the stadium boxes. Millwall was in a hurry to leave after the game.
, Aldrich didn’t even say hello to his father.
"Haha, yesterday he was sitting in a box with Barcelona president Nunez. According to the old hooligans, they had a party in Rotterdam that night, and Arthur kept insulting Nunez as an annoying idiot. Barcelona didn't understand the situation.
Nunez thought that Arthur, as chairman, could control the power of player transfers, so he kept testing Arthur and wanted to introduce Larsson. Arthur didn't want to talk to him, but he kept being harassed..."
Aldridge laughed heartily and said: "So he really doesn't like to sit in the box and watch the game."
At the Lion's Den Stadium, Arthur was no longer watching the game in the box. Instead, he and Puskas Ivan were sitting in the stands. As the European war was playing and it was the final, as the chairman, he could only sit in the box again.
, and this is about a club image issue.
If it were any other Premier League club owner or chairman, Arthur could laugh and curse with each other in the box for two hours. Anyway, even if it was filmed outside, I don't know what they said.
After all, the owners or chairman of the Premier League meet every three months. Most of the time they attack each other at the Premier League roundtable because of disputes over interests. They keep smiling in public, but in private, everyone is not a good person.
On the European stage, when facing club presidents or owners from outside England, Arthur does not want to conflict with the other party. In England, everyone has agreed-upon rules of the game and will not quarrel in public, but people from other countries
The president or owner of a club, who knows if he is a dynamite barrel that can be easily fired at a moment's notice.
Yesterday's final was exciting, but Arthur was on pins and needles for two hours, fed up with Nunez's verbal harassment.
After Aldrich laughed, he suddenly felt that he had forgotten something yesterday.
"Why are you frowning?"
Andrew looked at Aldrich in confusion.
"I feel like I missed something yesterday."
"Haha, this is the post-match press conference, right? UEFA has already issued a warning, but considering that Millwall has a final tomorrow, UEFA said it can accept your absence this time, but it will inform them in advance next time.
, leaving the reporters there, but you took a plane and ran away, what's the big deal?"
Aldrich slapped his forehead and sighed: "It's really like this. I can't help it. I was too happy at the time."
"Oh, Aldrich, come here and let me kiss you!"
Arthur, who was wearing pajamas, walked downstairs and saw Aldrich halfway through. Arthur, whose hair was still messy and with a big belly, quickened his pace and rushed towards Aldrich.
But before he could take two steps, he fell into the living room with a thud.
"grandfather!"
"Oh my God!"
Bowen and Amelia exclaimed in unison.
Aldrich and Andrew hurried over to help him up.
I don’t know if that fleshy belly had a cushioning effect, or maybe it was because the carpet was soft. Arthur got up immediately after falling, hugged Aldridge like a normal person and kissed him on the face, haha.
He smiled and said: "Long live Millwall! We are European champions! We will die without regrets!"
"I think it would be the biggest regret if you died now!"
Aldrich said with a smile on his face.
Arthur looked stunned and asked: "Why?"
"Because you'll miss out on more championship moments for Millwall."
"Ah, ha, ha ha ha, yes! Son, I am not going to die. I want to live to be two hundred years old and see Millwall win twenty, thirty, or one hundred championship trophies!"
