When the lights come on, East London looks more like a market opening and bustling than West London with its neon lights and high-rise buildings.
In a large bar, customers in twos and threes gathered together to drink and chat. The Premier League match that ended more than an hour ago was replayed on the bar TV. The owner was a black man in his late thirties. He was a waiter in slim-fitting clothes.
He is wiping wine glasses behind the bar. If a customer orders a drink, he immediately puts down the glass and serves the customer. He behaves politely and occasionally chats and laughs with the guests.
Aldridge was still wearing the suit he wore when directing the game in the afternoon. After he opened the bar door and walked in, the bar immediately erupted in booing.
"Hey, look who this is?"
Brady laughed loudly at the pool table deep in the bar, and his words attracted everyone's attention.
"WOW, Aldrich, you have done a good job. If this momentum continues, we will definitely be able to play in the Premier League next year!"
The unknown uncle drunkenly gave Aldrich a thumbs up.
"Mr. Hall, I like Larsson, he is different, um, reminds me of Teddy, will he stay at Millwall forever? We can't always sell good players to other teams!"
A young man in his early twenties ran up to Aldrich and muttered seriously.
Does Larsson now remind Millwall fans of Sheringham?
Maybe, Aldridge doesn't care, he has no special feelings for Sheringham. Even if Sheringham goes to Manchester United, the number of goals scored every year seems to be too far behind that of the top strikers.
Aldrich patiently chatted with everyone who came up to greet him. Then he sat down in front of the bar, looked at the black man behind the bar, and said with a smile: "The bar business is good, why don't you invite me?"
Get up?"
With a teasing smile on his face, the black boss poured Aldrich a small glass of whiskey and said gently: "The other guys have gone to eat. If it's later, I'm afraid I'll be too busy by myself. What happened just now
The peak period is over.”
Aldridge glanced at the TV in the bar thoughtfully. The previous peak period must have been when the Premier League was broadcast.
The bar owner is an old acquaintance of Aldrich: Sander.
Starting from a video store, eight years later, Aldrich became the head coach and Sander also owned a bar business.
Aldridge drank a glass of whiskey, and then said to Sander: "They are stealing foreign signals to broadcast Premier League games here. Sooner or later, the Football Association will come to investigate. If someone comes to investigate, just put it away. Don't make the first mistake."
Once you go to court, the lawsuit can drag you to bankruptcy."
Xander nodded softly.
Not only his bar, but almost all bars in the UK will use signal stealing technology to illegally broadcast the Premier League. Sky TV sells the Premier League broadcast rights to other countries for almost tens of millions of pounds in contracts, but the satellites of other European countries
There are loopholes in signal encryption technology.
Bar owners like Sander can buy hacking technology for Premier League broadcasts from the black market for a few hundred pounds, and then every live broadcast day, customers only need to pay £1 to watch the Premier League, and the profits from the drinks are huge.
After Aldrich reminded him, he took a bottle of beer and walked towards the back of the bar. There were two pool tables inside. Brady and other friends were playing billiards. When he saw Aldrich coming over, Brady put the ball
He threw the pole to him and said with a smile: "Millwall performed really well today."
Aldrich threw his suit jacket on a chair aside, put the wine bottle on the billiard table, and then started playing billiards.
After the hit, Aldridge straightened up. Fred, who was of Nigerian descent, handed over a lit cigarette. Aldridge took it and started smoking.
Fred hugged his shoulders and smiled: "Aldrich, you haven't changed at all."
But Aldrich pushed him away and cursed: "Fuck, how long has it been since you took a shower? You're killing me."
Hahahaha, the young people around laughed.
Aldrich, who returned to London for the first time to meet his friends a few months ago, chatted with them, played billiards, smoked, drank, talked about women, etc., just like when they were together in the past.
As time went by, more and more people came to the bar for a drink in the evening. At this time, Aldrich was no longer noticeable because he took off his suit, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, and took off his tie.
Holding a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he chatted happily with Brady Fred and others, laughing and laughing like those carefree young people who had not yet entered society.
"You say my team is useless? Sol, do you fucking understand football? My team beat Derby County with four goals this afternoon, and you say Derby County has an advantage? Bullshit! Then why didn't they score a single goal?
Score? Do you know what advantage is? If you can’t score goals or win, advantages are nonsense!”
Aldrich stood at the edge of the pool table and said frothing. Thor in front of him was speechless, and everyone else had a joking look. In the past twenty minutes, they had seen Aldrich
Strange ability to brag.
Aldrich boasted about his awesomeness even more excitedly, but suddenly found that the friends in front of him had strange expressions, and Brady even grinned with a wicked smile.
Aldrich, who closed his mouth and showed a puzzled expression, had not yet come to his senses when someone suddenly jumped on his back from behind and strangled his neck, while a crisp female voice came from his ears.
"Oh my God, it's really you, Aldrich! Why do you still come to a place like this? Aren't you already living in a mansion and wearing a suit?"
Aldrich felt two masses of soft flesh pressing against his back. Even though they were separated by clothes, they still felt wonderful. The arms holding his neck were obviously smooth and tender, and a wisp of fragrance penetrated his nose.
In an instant, Aldrich knew who the person on his back was. He reached behind him with his backhand and squeezed the person's plump buttocks hard.
There was an exclamation in his ears, and people jumped off Aldrich's back. Aldrich turned around, and what came into view was a young girl wearing women's sports and leisure clothes, with cheerful short ear-length hair.
The delicate facial features on Guazi's face combine to form a pleasing and charming face.
"Aldrich! You have really changed, you big gangster!"
The girl puffed up one cheek and stared at Aldrich with a red face, but there was no anger in her eyes at all, instead there was a touch of complicated relief.
Aldrich took a step forward and raised his hand to grab the girl's plump breasts. He laughed exaggeratedly and said: "Yi Wen, you have changed too! You are right, I am a big hooligan!"
Evan Lowell exuded youthful vitality, and she would not let Aldrich succeed again. She took two steps to the side and made a face at Aldrich, saying: "I heard that your birthday was held at home.
Party, hehe, you are so rich now, you must be able to play with famous models easily, right?"
Aldrich was stunned and asked: "How did you know there was a party at my house for my birthday?"
Yiwen was suddenly speechless, looked slightly flustered, and said with evasive eyes: "Anyway, I know."
"I'll get the wine."
Yiwen turned around in a hurry and ran to the bar. Aldrich turned around and heard Brady teasingly: "On your birthday, she went to your house with a cake she made. Your mother said that you haven't come back yet.
Many guests came, but she left the cake and left."
"Huh? My family drove her away?"
Aldrich wondered, he didn't think his family had become snobbish now, not to mention that young people like Brady, Fred, Ivan, etc. had been neighbors of the Hall family since they were young. They all lived in the same community, not only
The children and the adults are all familiar with each other.
Brady shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You misunderstood, your mother asked her to stay, but you also know that people like us are not comfortable at all in those upper-class parties. Fortunately, you haven't become that kind of person yet.
.”
Aldrich smiled bitterly and didn't know how to answer the question. Will he always be a street boy?
Yiwen came back with beer, and there was no pretense of pretending to be a lady in her. In the past ten years, she had been like a tomboy, hanging out with boys like them.
"Aldrich, come to a game with me, I want revenge."
Aldrich turned around with a smile, stuck his butt out, turned around and said with a smile: "If you want to take revenge, you can do whatever you want. Please don't use too much force with your hands."
"screw you!"
Yi Wen flew up and kicked Aldrich on the butt. Fortunately, Aldrich dodge quickly...
