Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

Lin Di and Lao Ma sat on the ground with their backs against the sofa without any image.

"Kenny is right about this. Lin, you will be a good friend, a good brother, a good teammate, and even you on the pitch, in my opinion, will be a good captain as well." Overhead, licking Lindy's head.

He saw many valuable qualities in this young man, which he never had when he was young.

Not to mention now, beauties, wine, and cigars belong to his life, and his body has been emptied.

If it wasn't for Lindy, I'm afraid I would really be on a hospital bed in my current life.

Lindy was still in deep thought and didn't speak.

For him, Dalglish's words are not only a kind of spur, but also a kind of criticism.

"Not a leader yet."

Lindy seems to have never thought about this issue. After he came to this world, he almost made no mistakes in every step. No, it should be said that he dared not take a wrong step.

From La Liga to the Premier League, from the substitute midfielder to the main midfielder to today's world midfielder.

He didn't dare to slack off for a moment, he was afraid that if he stopped, all of this would disappear in the clouds.

Today, after finally breaking through the inner problems caused by his rapid growth in strength, Lindy only knows that there are still some shortcomings in his strength, but he has never thought about the direction Dalglish said.

This may be because Huaxia has never had a relationship with a football leader.

Or maybe, Zanetti, Lao Ma and others who came into contact with him also treated him as a friend or a little brother, so Lindy naturally ignored their influence in the team.

Today, even Lao Ma feels that he is not a qualified leader.

If the media or other people said such things to Lindy, he would have scoffed at them long ago.

Those who Lindy thinks are unimportant, their words are naturally unimportant, but even Dalglish and Lao Ma have said so, it seems that he really does not have any leadership qualities.

Lao Ma looked at Lindy who was still muttering to himself, and smiled faintly: "In my opinion, this is Dalglish's test for you. What does it have to do with the club if a player is suspended for violating the national team ban?"

"If it were me, I would definitely resist actively and speak for Ronaldinho and the others. The role of the captain is not only on the field, but also off the field."

Lindy turned his head, his eyes were a little uncertain: "You mean I should resist? No, I should object to this suspension penalty?"

The old horse curled his lips and looked disdainful: "Anyway, that's how I see it. The suspension of the national team is nothing to do with the club. That's my brother. I don't care who you Dalglish are."

Lindy blinked, he had never thought about this aspect.

Even in the Simeone period, he used more practical actions to express his dissatisfaction with tactics.

"Hehe, why do you say you are my little brother!" Lao Ma patted Lindy on the head: "How does a club maintain balance? The behind-the-scenes faction headed by the chairman, the coaching faction headed by the coach, and the locker room talk people."

The old horse rolled his eyes, and skillfully took out a box of cigars from the cabinet in the living room. Lindy was dumbfounded. Why is this old boy so familiar with my family?

Seeing Lindy's gaze, Lao Ma chuckled: "Don't look at me with that gaze, Kun told me."

After finishing speaking, he skillfully cut the cigar and took a good puff: "After Gerrard lost the captaincy, Liverpool has undergone a lot of blood changes. His right to speak has gradually weakened, and you are not that kind of personality. Man, in this way, the triangle relationship begins to gradually become unbalanced."

"Of course, this is not the top priority. After all, the team is still on the rise, and the results in all lines are good, but if there is a problem..."

Lindy frowned. He already understood what the old horse said, and asked, "What's the problem?"

"When the president of the club wants to sell someone, the dressing room will be chaotic."

Without waiting for the old horse to elaborate, Lindy has already fully understood Dalglish's thoughts.

There is no businessman who is not profit-seeking. A dressing room that looks united but has little right to speak may give the behind-the-scenes the upper hand in a triangle relationship.

Today's group of young people are all worth soaring. Selling some and buying a few practical players will not have a big impact.

Seeing that Lindy seemed to understand, Lao Ma went to the wine cabinet to find a drink again. Anyway, his daughter was away, so it was rare to relax.

Lao Ma poured himself a glass of whiskey, and just as he was about to go to the refrigerator to find ice cubes, he saw Lindy standing aside, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

"Whoo~"

Lin Di, who seldom drank, let out a mouthful of alcohol, feeling the hotness in his throat coming from his nasal cavity, and he became more sober.

Lao Ma stared blankly at Lindy, and his hands froze while searching in the refrigerator.

"Hurry up, where are the ice cubes?" Lindy urged.

"Ah? Okay, right away." Lao Ma was stunned for a moment, then poured two glasses with a smile, and pushed them in front of Lindy.

Lin Di, who gulped it down again, rubbed the center of his brows: "Aren't you going to persuade me?"

"Hey, what can I persuade you? They are all men. What's wrong with drinking some wine?" Lao Ma drank it with Lindy, feeling the cold whiskey from the tip of his tongue into his throat. Pour a small half cup.

Lindy raised his glass again, "Actually, whiskey is not good."

"Ahahaha, that's because you don't know how to drink. That's not how you drink whiskey." Ma Xiaoxiao took a sip and came to Lindy with a glass.

"Actually, no one stipulates that you must become a leader. There are too many capable players. Why should the pressure insist on giving you a 23-year-old young man?" The old horse's tone was full of disdain. It seems that Dalglish is counterproductive.

Lin Diru was struck by lightning, his eyes widened, and he looked at the old horse in shock: "What did you say?"

"Originally, which law stipulates that you must be the leader of the locker room? Just like Ronaldo said, just play football, don't talk about other things, it's not pure at all, Kenny wants to cultivate leaders, that's his Things, you don't have to take over."

The old horse put his arms around Lindy's neck: "Listen to me, you don't have to worry about this matter, but you should consider the suspension for yourself. If you treat them as brothers, you should fight for them. As for the leader Son, fuck it, it's none of your business!"

"Yeah, it's none of my business, I just need to take care of the people and things around me, I'm not sold to Liverpool, I can love this club, I can also love the fans here and this city, but that It's not the reason why I have to be a leader." Lindy also put his arms around the old horse, raised his glass and gently bumped against it, imitating the other's appearance, and took a light sip.

"I'm just me, Irene's husband, your Diego's brother, Kun, David, Kevin's elder brother, it's that simple."

The old horse smiled, didn't speak, just drank.

To be a leader, you must first be yourself.

Not a Lindy who lives and plays for others, a pure Lindy.

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