15-0 crazy massacre of Kazan Ruby, with 10 goals and three assists in a single game...

With his upper body naked, his muscles bulged, and the white mist was swelling, he was regarded as the god of killing on the green field without even needing any special effects!

Although he had no explanation, everyone agreed in unison:

"This is a fight back to FIFA's exclusion of him from the 23-man roster!"

FIFA president candidate, the big bald Infantino immediately took advantage of the situation to issue a statement:

"I'm sorry, FIFA has indeed come to a time when it must change! If I were elected as chairman, I would definitely be committed to making various selections more fair and just..."

But...even if Long Shute scored 100 goals in a single game, the already released roster would not be able to put him in again.

FIFA officials quickly contacted him, hoping that he could attend the award ceremony held in early January next year, but Long Shute refused without hesitation.

What a joke?!

-

After playing the fourth round of the UEFA Cup on November 5, Liverpool, who won all four games, advanced to the knockout round two rounds ahead of schedule, and they can deal with the league without any burden.

At noon the next day, they took a chartered flight back to the UK.

Kazan is more than 3,200 kilometers away from the British Isles, and even with jets, it takes nearly seven hours. With fuel added in the middle, when the Red Army soldiers walked out of the airport, the sky in Liverpool was already pitch black.

It is November now, and Britain, which is at high latitudes, generally loses the sun within five o'clock...

Personal assistant Crom Liu drove a spacious extended version of Da Ben and picked up his boss back. Long Shute, who was sore after being traversed by long distances, slept to death on the sofa behind...

-

The morning sun shines into a three-story mansion on the outskirts of Liverpool.

A tempting fragrance came from the kitchen.

Crom Liu, wearing a scarf, placed plates of carefully prepared dishes on the dining table and knocked on the door of the bedroom on the second floor.

"Boss, it's time for breakfast."

He waited for ten seconds, but still didn't hear a response.

"Boss, it's already ten o'clock, there's still a training class in the afternoon, right?"

He waited for another ten seconds, but there was still no sound in the bedroom.

Crom had never encountered such a situation. He had been following Long Shute for a long time and was almost fully aware of the employer's life rules.

During Emma's absence, Long Shute's biological clock never changed randomly. Not to mention sleeping until ten o'clock, he rarely sleeps in after seven o'clock!

Of course, if Emma comes back, they sleep until the afternoon... it is also very common...

Crom repeatedly confirmed that the hostess had not returned home, and then he knocked on the door one after another, then unscrewed the handle.

There was only one person on the wide bed, there was nothing else on the ground that he shouldn't have seen, and there was no abnormal smell in the air...

Crom's mood calmed down slightly. He slowly walked to the edge of the bed, reached out and pressed his hand on Long Shute's shoulder, trying to wake up the sleeping master.

Then he couldn't help but jump up!

"Why is it so hot?!"

-

Like every training day, Brendan Rogers said goodbye to his wife after lunch and drove to Melwood training base.

He has more important work before leading the players to start training:

Hold a simple meeting with the coaching team.

"We were crazy in the last UEFA Cup."

"I have never seen those savage Russians...will actually applaud an English team!"

"Yes, it's so morale!"

“I thought they wouldn’t let us walk out of the court alive…”

Everyone was still immersed in that fierce victory, and the conference room was filled with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Rogers waved his hand with a smile:

"Okay, OK, we're in good momentum lately, but I don't want to hear you brag about it. The next league round is tomorrow, and there's not much time left for us to prepare."

Assistant coach Sean O'Driscole shrugged:

"This is not a problem, because we have been rotating, the main players' physical fitness is maintained very well, and injuries are controlled. It is no problem for mere Crystal Palace."

Several other members nodded repeatedly.

Technical coach Greg Ma Tyson has produced more detailed data:

"I analyzed Crystal Palace's last three games. Their strength is too weak. They lost 1-3 at home to West Ham United and lost 0-1 away to Leicester City. Although they barely tied Manchester United 0-0 in the last round, everyone knows that Van Gaal has long been a toothless tiger. Manchester United's shots in the whole game were only half of Crystal Palace! Such a draw is unconvincing!"

A cheerful laughter rang out in the conference room.

As Liverpool's coach, nothing is more joyful than watching old rival Manchester United be in trouble...

Chief performance analyst Glenn Driscoll has a much easier job, he flipped through the recent data:

"Actually, there is nothing to say. Our frontcourt firepower is the best in Europe. I can't think of how the Crystal Palace's defense line can block our artillery fire. However, our defense needs to be strengthened a little more..."

The others just smiled and nodded, but no one cared.

If you want to solve Liverpool's defensive problem... then Mourinho takes action himself?

Anyway, Mourinho's apprentice doesn't have this ability!

Rogers cleared his throat:

"Although tomorrow will be the competition, our training plan has already started on Monday. Let's talk about what needs improvement..."

The meeting was held in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Until the medical team director Andy Massi received a text message.

He stroked the screen of his phone, his face changed suddenly. Without any hesitation, he told Rogers who was writing a random painting on the tactical board.

The conference room suddenly became silent.

With a "splash", the water pen in Rogers's hand fell directly to the floor.

Rogers did not bend over to pick it up, his face was so heavy that it was almost dripping with water:

"Severe cold?! Are you kidding? Andy?"

Massi's face looked as ugly as Rogers:

"It should be because I was wet from Kazan. It was just because I didn't find it in time because of the long-distance flight, which made the condition worse. But don't worry, I have been sent to the Royal University Hospital. After the training is over, I will visit him."

Although the clubs are equipped with relatively professional medical teams, they are far different from the hospital, both machinery and equipment and medical level. Of course, there is no problem with minor injuries and minor illnesses, but of course, the symptoms of injury and bones must be sent directly to regular hospitals.

"Why have to wait until after training?!"

Rogers roared straight out:

"Now! Now! GO!GOGOGO!"

The young marshal now only has one thought in his mind:

People are doing it, and God is watching.

Stay at the forefront of your work and meet again in the future.

Do you Long Ritian think you can really do it?

Look, how could God be the one you can mess with?

I can't afford to offend!
Chapter completed!