Chapter 790 Dialogue
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Lao Zuo
At the press conference after the game, Dalglish criticized the team's performance in the first half of the game, but Lindy was not named.
Because he knows that this is not the time to put pressure on the players, and there are things that can be resolved behind closed doors.
So, after returning to the locker room, Lindy could only hand over his credit card to Henderson, and watched his teammates laughing at each other and leaving here shoulder to shoulder.
When the door was closed, Henderson poked his head out: "Captain Lin, how much money do you have in your card?"
"Get out!" Lindy shouted angrily.
"okay!"
There was only a burst of laughter, and the door of the locker room was finally closed.
At this moment, only Dalglish and Lindy were left, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.
Lindy knew he had a problem, but he felt he had adjusted.
But obviously, Dalglish didn't intend to give up. He took out a cigar he didn't know where it came from, and lit it slowly.
The old man usually doesn't like smoking or cigars, but today, he really has a lot of worries.
"sit."
Dalglish sat directly on the table in the middle of the dressing room. Due to his lack of height, he could only touch the ground with one foot and hang the other.
Lindy shrugged and sat back slowly.
"How's Irene doing?" Dalglish seemed to want to start the conversation.
"It's okay. Do something you like at home. I may have been in touch with Jaina more recently. Maybe it's about the training base. She can't stay idle."
Dalglish nodded: "Is it too tiring to fight on multiple fronts?"
Lindy shook his head: "I will balance my physical reserves well, and this aspect is not a problem at all."
"Then what were you doing in the first half!" Dalglish changed the subject immediately, so fast that Lindy had no time to react.
"I..."
"What me? The defense was distracted, and you actually let that 20-year-old kid pass by. Aren't you capable? Aren't you world-class?" Dalglish's words were like a cannonball, without giving Lindy a chance to defend himself. Seeing that Lindy was about to speak, he continued to fire:
"Forcibly shoot from no angle in the penalty area. Why didn't I know you have the ability to shoot with the back foot, what? This is the result of you going home on time every day for extra training?"
Lindy pursed his lips fiercely. Coach Dalglish was right. These were all facts, and he couldn't refute them.
"The Lindy I've known for a long time is not like this. If it's because of the Golden Globes, do you want me to lobby for you? Don't you want to compete with Messi for statistics?"
Dalgliesh said the truth, Lin Diteng stood up suddenly, his eyes seemed to be a little angry, a little uneasy, and a little... a little guilty.
He opened his mouth, facing Dalglish who was also glaring at him, he couldn't open his mouth after all.
"Who do you think you are? You want the whole team to serve you! What kind of game is this, don't you know? The goal I set before the season, you are not there??"
Seeing that Lindy's expression was both angry and annoyed, Dalglish did not intend to let Lindy go, and asked questions like a cannonball, which was something Lindy had never experienced before.
Dalglish is still seriously reprimanding Lindy, yes, reprimand, only for Lindy's mistakes.
Since coming to this world, Lindy has never had such an experience.
Whether it is Flores or Simeone, or Zanetti or Lao Ma, no one has ever reprimanded Lindy like this.
Lindy, who had gradually recovered his mentality in the second half, finally began to seriously reflect on himself: What the hell did I do?
As Dalglish said, he puts personal honor and data before the team.
He thought he was an omnipotent superman who could save the world single-handedly.
It's too bloated!
I was so lucky, because I woke up early enough.
It's just that my own reaction this time is really a bit strange. Not to mention losing my calmness, I actually lowered my fighting spirit and state because of the unsatisfactory attack.
It is clear that I felt recovered in the second half.
Lindy frowned, and sat down slowly in doubt.
Seeing that Lindy seemed to have realized his mistake, Dalglish also stopped temporarily, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
In the smog, it seems that the past once again surfaced in front of my eyes.
Dalglish continued to puff out a puff of smoke, and said slowly, "You know what? When I was part-time Liverpool manager and player, the whole Liverpool would regard me as the king as long as they wore a red jersey."
"To say an exaggeration, some fanatical fans, I even let him die..." Dalglish smiled wryly and shook his head, as if he felt that this idea was a little crazy.
But Lindy knew it might be true.
"From the club president to the players, even the caddy, they all listen to me alone!"
Dalglish jumped off the table and sat down next to Lindy: "Do you know what it feels like? Omnipotent, in the city of Liverpool, I am omnipotent."
"But is that true?"
Dalglish leaned against the wall slowly, and a puff of smoke slowly drifted towards the ceiling: "At that time, I asked myself countless times, why did they treat me like this? Is it because I saved the team? Is it because of my results? Or is it because What?"
Lindy turned her head to look at Dalglish's side face. The face full of vicissitudes was full of stories.
"They gave me the right to be the king, but that doesn't mean I can think of it that way. That's what I thought at the time, so you know, I've always thought of myself as just a coach and a player, that's all. "
"Until that year, when I went to the cemeteries to worship with flowers in my hands as usual, seeing those crying people still respected and thanked me, I seemed to realize something."
"People like a king who does not exercise his rights but is brave enough to take responsibility."
Dalglish turned to look at Lindy: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? Steven told me that at your age, young people often lose themselves. I don't think it's right. Everyone's [self] is constantly Born out of exploration, failure, and success, none of a man's "self" can become a "finished product" before the age of 30, and even many people die without bravely stepping out, and will never find the real "self" self】!"
Lindy's heart was greatly shocked, and Dalglish's words seemed to become words, floating up and linking together.
The dressing room in front of him has once again become the lake of his heart, surrounded by darkness, only the crystal-clear water of the lake is shining faintly, and that villain is looking at Lin with his arms crossed and arrogant. di.
In the next second, those words appeared in Lindy's heart lake as if they had passed through a space-time tunnel.
The golden light stretched into pieces, lighting up Lindy's entire heart lake world!
Gradually, the characters turned into golden Huaxia characters, forming a chain of characters, circling around this small world.
The face of the villain in Xinhu became frightened: "Asshole, do you know what you are doing?"
The clothes on it began to change constantly, from Atletico Madrid's jersey to Liverpool's jersey, and then to England's jersey.
But in the end, the golden words gradually wrapped it up, no matter how hard the villain Xinhu struggled, he couldn't break free from these words.
Even at the end, at the last part of his body that was not wrapped, Lindy could see the bright colors of the national flag, and the villain in Heart Lake struggled and roared: "Look carefully, what is this? You bastard, coward, let go!" I'm fast...."
The words finally wrapped it up, and no sound was heard anymore.
But the golden words enveloping the villain in Xinhu began to melt slowly, as if they had been absorbed.
When the golden color gradually faded, the villain in Xinhu reappeared.
There is no expression of struggle, nor the sound of roaring.
After an unknown amount of time, the villain in Heart Lake opened his eyes again, and a faint golden light shot out from his eyes.
......
Because he knows that this is not the time to put pressure on the players, and there are things that can be resolved behind closed doors.
So, after returning to the locker room, Lindy could only hand over his credit card to Henderson, and watched his teammates laughing at each other and leaving here shoulder to shoulder.
When the door was closed, Henderson poked his head out: "Captain Lin, how much money do you have in your card?"
"Get out!" Lindy shouted angrily.
"okay!"
There was only a burst of laughter, and the door of the locker room was finally closed.
At this moment, only Dalglish and Lindy were left, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.
Lindy knew he had a problem, but he felt he had adjusted.
But obviously, Dalglish didn't intend to give up. He took out a cigar he didn't know where it came from, and lit it slowly.
The old man usually doesn't like smoking or cigars, but today, he really has a lot of worries.
"sit."
Dalglish sat directly on the table in the middle of the dressing room. Due to his lack of height, he could only touch the ground with one foot and hang the other.
Lindy shrugged and sat back slowly.
"How's Irene doing?" Dalglish seemed to want to start the conversation.
"It's okay. Do something you like at home. I may have been in touch with Jaina more recently. Maybe it's about the training base. She can't stay idle."
Dalglish nodded: "Is it too tiring to fight on multiple fronts?"
Lindy shook his head: "I will balance my physical reserves well, and this aspect is not a problem at all."
"Then what were you doing in the first half!" Dalglish changed the subject immediately, so fast that Lindy had no time to react.
"I..."
"What me? The defense was distracted, and you actually let that 20-year-old kid pass by. Aren't you capable? Aren't you world-class?" Dalglish's words were like a cannonball, without giving Lindy a chance to defend himself. Seeing that Lindy was about to speak, he continued to fire:
"Forcibly shoot from no angle in the penalty area. Why didn't I know you have the ability to shoot with the back foot, what? This is the result of you going home on time every day for extra training?"
Lindy pursed his lips fiercely. Coach Dalglish was right. These were all facts, and he couldn't refute them.
"The Lindy I've known for a long time is not like this. If it's because of the Golden Globes, do you want me to lobby for you? Don't you want to compete with Messi for statistics?"
Dalgliesh said the truth, Lin Diteng stood up suddenly, his eyes seemed to be a little angry, a little uneasy, and a little... a little guilty.
He opened his mouth, facing Dalglish who was also glaring at him, he couldn't open his mouth after all.
"Who do you think you are? You want the whole team to serve you! What kind of game is this, don't you know? The goal I set before the season, you are not there??"
Seeing that Lindy's expression was both angry and annoyed, Dalglish did not intend to let Lindy go, and asked questions like a cannonball, which was something Lindy had never experienced before.
Dalglish is still seriously reprimanding Lindy, yes, reprimand, only for Lindy's mistakes.
Since coming to this world, Lindy has never had such an experience.
Whether it is Flores or Simeone, or Zanetti or Lao Ma, no one has ever reprimanded Lindy like this.
Lindy, who had gradually recovered his mentality in the second half, finally began to seriously reflect on himself: What the hell did I do?
As Dalglish said, he puts personal honor and data before the team.
He thought he was an omnipotent superman who could save the world single-handedly.
It's too bloated!
I was so lucky, because I woke up early enough.
It's just that my own reaction this time is really a bit strange. Not to mention losing my calmness, I actually lowered my fighting spirit and state because of the unsatisfactory attack.
It is clear that I felt recovered in the second half.
Lindy frowned, and sat down slowly in doubt.
Seeing that Lindy seemed to have realized his mistake, Dalglish also stopped temporarily, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
In the smog, it seems that the past once again surfaced in front of my eyes.
Dalglish continued to puff out a puff of smoke, and said slowly, "You know what? When I was part-time Liverpool manager and player, the whole Liverpool would regard me as the king as long as they wore a red jersey."
"To say an exaggeration, some fanatical fans, I even let him die..." Dalglish smiled wryly and shook his head, as if he felt that this idea was a little crazy.
But Lindy knew it might be true.
"From the club president to the players, even the caddy, they all listen to me alone!"
Dalglish jumped off the table and sat down next to Lindy: "Do you know what it feels like? Omnipotent, in the city of Liverpool, I am omnipotent."
"But is that true?"
Dalglish leaned against the wall slowly, and a puff of smoke slowly drifted towards the ceiling: "At that time, I asked myself countless times, why did they treat me like this? Is it because I saved the team? Is it because of my results? Or is it because What?"
Lindy turned her head to look at Dalglish's side face. The face full of vicissitudes was full of stories.
"They gave me the right to be the king, but that doesn't mean I can think of it that way. That's what I thought at the time, so you know, I've always thought of myself as just a coach and a player, that's all. "
"Until that year, when I went to the cemeteries to worship with flowers in my hands as usual, seeing those crying people still respected and thanked me, I seemed to realize something."
"People like a king who does not exercise his rights but is brave enough to take responsibility."
Dalglish turned to look at Lindy: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? Steven told me that at your age, young people often lose themselves. I don't think it's right. Everyone's [self] is constantly Born out of exploration, failure, and success, none of a man's "self" can become a "finished product" before the age of 30, and even many people die without bravely stepping out, and will never find the real "self" self】!"
Lindy's heart was greatly shocked, and Dalglish's words seemed to become words, floating up and linking together.
The dressing room in front of him has once again become the lake of his heart, surrounded by darkness, only the crystal-clear water of the lake is shining faintly, and that villain is looking at Lin with his arms crossed and arrogant. di.
In the next second, those words appeared in Lindy's heart lake as if they had passed through a space-time tunnel.
The golden light stretched into pieces, lighting up Lindy's entire heart lake world!
Gradually, the characters turned into golden Huaxia characters, forming a chain of characters, circling around this small world.
The face of the villain in Xinhu became frightened: "Asshole, do you know what you are doing?"
The clothes on it began to change constantly, from Atletico Madrid's jersey to Liverpool's jersey, and then to England's jersey.
But in the end, the golden words gradually wrapped it up, no matter how hard the villain Xinhu struggled, he couldn't break free from these words.
Even at the end, at the last part of his body that was not wrapped, Lindy could see the bright colors of the national flag, and the villain in Heart Lake struggled and roared: "Look carefully, what is this? You bastard, coward, let go!" I'm fast...."
The words finally wrapped it up, and no sound was heard anymore.
But the golden words enveloping the villain in Xinhu began to melt slowly, as if they had been absorbed.
When the golden color gradually faded, the villain in Xinhu reappeared.
There is no expression of struggle, nor the sound of roaring.
After an unknown amount of time, the villain in Heart Lake opened his eyes again, and a faint golden light shot out from his eyes.
......
