Football: I can see player entries.

Chapter 387 The Helmsman

In preparation for the remainder of the season, Lehmann has begun new intensive training for Karius.

Besides the goalkeeper, Ibrahimovic also needs a replacement.

But neither O'Grady nor Murphy can completely replace him right now.

The lineup suddenly seemed much weaker.

Of course, besides the competition, Li Yanqing had other things that bothered him even more.

Hey, what's wrong?

"Chris! Stop just drinking after work!"

"If you keep drinking, you'll end up like Will..."

In the tavern, Li Yanqing found Old Chris, who was already quite drunk.

Ever since he was politely rejected by Miss Maggie, he has relapsed into his drinking habit.

These days it's gotten worse; I don't like going home, I just like being hungover in bars.

Poor little Blanche, no one could have imagined that her guardian was still an alcoholic.

Fortunately, Cheng Mengmeng is there to help take care of her now...

"Don't stop me, Barker, I want to drink, I can still drink..."

"Fuck Barker, open your eyes and see clearly before you speak!" Li Yanqing shook Chris's shoulder hard, but it was no use.

He was already quite drunk.

"I'm sorry, you know he hasn't been in a good mood lately."

Li Yanqing chose to forgo treatment, pushed the dazed Chris aside, and then turned to look behind him.

There stood Miss Maggie, wearing a white shirt and a red pencil skirt.

As hot as ever...

However, although winter has passed, summer is still a long way off.

Isn't she cold?

"It's okay, I just happened to be passing by."

"It's better for him to be taken back than to stay here."

Miss Maggie shrugged, looking quite interested.

"I just didn't expect him to be hit like this."

"I used to think..."

Unfortunately, her enthusiasm came and went quickly, and she stopped talking halfway through her sentence.

"What do you think?" Li Yanqing asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, please take him home, I need to go home too."

Miss Maggie shook her head, tossed her long hair, and walked away gracefully.

"hiss."

Li Yanqing glanced at Miss Maggie's back, then at old Chris, who was slumped over the table.

At times, he actually felt that the two people had some things in common.

"Stop pretending, the person is already gone."

"If you don't get up soon, I'm going to drink all your wine..."

The moment the word "alcohol" was mentioned, Old Chris, who had just been slumped on the table like a dead fish, suddenly sprang to his feet.

"Stop! You bastard, Li!"

"Buy it yourself if you want to drink it!"

Li Yanqing smiled slightly, as he had a clear understanding of Chris's alcohol tolerance.

Drinking a beer won't make you drunk.

Although I drink less now, once I hear how Will learned to drink, I'll understand.

“There’s a saying in my hometown: ‘It’s not the wine that intoxicates, it’s the person who gets drunk.’ Have you heard of it, Chris?”

"No, what does that mean?"

"What I mean is, this stuff won't get you drunk. If you really want to get drunk and sleep through the night, I can help you call Miss Maggie back..."

ten minutes later.

The two wandered aimlessly through the streets, looking like homeless people despite their combined net worth exceeding ten million.

I really don't know where to go.

Chris clearly didn't have the guts to call Miss Maggie back.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have collapsed onto the table so easily when someone saw him.

She is not like wine, but more like poison, capable of killing certain people instantly.

Are you really not going to try again?

"Perhaps my intuition is right, as long as you persevere..."

“I’ve been holding on for a long time, Lee.” Chris shook his head helplessly.

I don't know what this old man was thinking. He clearly wanted it, but he couldn't say a word when they met.

"And I don't drink for that reason."

"But..."

"What else could be bothering him?" Li Yanqing looked at Chris suspiciously. What other worries could Chris possibly have?

Will and Miss Susan were living a carefree life, and little Blanche had someone to look after her.

It's as easy as it gets.

"I'm very serious, Lee!"

"It's about Robinson Crusoe!"

"This guy seems to really be planning to retire; he's going to hand the club over completely to young Fleck..."

Robinson, the owner of Burton Albion Football Club, will turn fifty this year.

To be honest, this is definitely not an old age, and it's not even at the point where retirement is a must.

More importantly, if Robinson retires, the club will most likely be handed over to his son, and Frank Jr....

He is definitely not an easy boss to work with.

"It was a bit sudden."

Li Yanqing was momentarily at a loss for words.

To be precise, it's that they couldn't accept it.

They still have many plans that haven't even started yet: a new stadium, a push for the Champions League...

Suddenly, they learned that the club's leader was leaving.

"I don't understand why either."

“Many things have been bothering me lately, Li.”

“You know, I’ve worked here for many years, and Robinson is no less important to this place than the brewery was to Burton.”

Chris was even more disappointed than Li Yanqing, and he didn't understand why his old friend had left so suddenly.

Moreover, this doesn't seem to be a necessary decision.

For these long-time club members, the CEO is the soul of the club; without him, they probably wouldn't have achieved such great results in recent years.

"But you can rest assured that Little Fleck has no right to fire you. He will give you a new contract, since the old one is about to expire anyway."

"In addition, the plan to build a stadium remains unchanged."

"We'll start preparing once this season ends."

"So, let me drink a little more lately, because I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity again next season..."

Li Yanqing nodded and abandoned his intention to advise him.

With Robinson's affair and Miss Maggie's affair, it was really hard for him to be in a good mood.

"Don't worry, although there's mostly bad news today, there's still some good news."

"For example, Frank Jr. can't fire me."

It's obvious that Robinson must have given instructions to young Fleck.

With the team's youth training system nearing completion, its performance steadily improving, and stadium construction about to begin, it's certainly not a good time to change head coaches.

"Then I have nothing more to say."

"Chris, you can go back to the tavern now and continue sleeping with the beer barrel."

"Or, can I just lie down inside?"

Chris rolled his eyes; after being in the cold wind for so long, he was already sober.

"So why did Maggie send you to the tavern to take me back? Is she...?"

"No, don't overthink it, that's impossible. I suggest you go back and have a few more drinks..."