"Oh oh oh oh we are Preston! Glorious Preston!"

After returning to the locker room, Preston's players still couldn't suppress their excitement. This was not the most brilliant victory in Preston's history. After all, they had the glorious past of the top league championships in England and the FA Cup. However, this was Preston's most brilliant victory since he was relegated to the third league!

Tiger was carried on his shoulder and waved by Norgan. At this time, no one doubted the significance of Tiger to Preston's team. In an absolutely disadvantageous game, Preston forced himself to win the seemingly unattainable opponent with Tiger's one pass and one shot!

Moyes looked at the celebrating players with a smile. Although this game was fierce, there were three Preston players besides Tiger who fought to get cramps, which may have an impact on the next league. However, Moyes believes that after this game, Preston players will gain unprecedented confidence!

We have all killed Premier League teams, and the opponent in the League Two...will that still be a problem?

At this moment of celebration, Chairman Mr. Drake Shaw also came to join in the fun. He generously announced that the whole team could stay in Preston until tomorrow, go out to celebrate in the evening, and pay for all expenses!

This is really a big deal for the Chairman, who has always been stingy...

Although this is nothing, the Preston players are still very happy. In the words of Nogan, the club's consumption expenses are the pure girl's belly buttons. I have heard of it, but no one has seen it.

Now, they finally saw the legendary belly button...

After booking a well-known local restaurant in Preston, everyone in Preston started a carnival in the eyes of the waiters. Who made Wimbledon the locals were Wimbledon fans, who made Preston beat Wimbledon, and they still started a carnival in Wimbledon...

Today Tiger became the protagonist again, but he didn't drink much today. Last time he had let others know his alcohol tolerance, and Tiger himself has not fallen in love with wine.

I was noisy and played until ten o'clock in the evening, and the arrival of an uninvited guest made everyone quiet.

As a player with a strong aura, when Jones appeared in the carnival hall of Preston players, it did not cause any reaction at first. After all, many Preston players were already drinking a little high, but when Grant turned around and saw a tall, strong and ugly guy standing behind him and smiling, the instant scream of the poor young forward was enough to bring the dullest person back to his senses.

A few guys who were dizzy might have regarded themselves as gangsters and Jones as the boss who came to smash the scene. They were so dizzy that they planned to swing the wine bottle to kill the general. Fortunately, there were many people who were dizzy and more sober. Immediately, people next to them snatched the wine bottles from these guys and pressed them down...

"Winnie, so intriguing? Are you sitting down and having a drink?" Moyes said, perhaps only he could talk to Winnie Jones.

Jones shrugged: "Sorry, I don't like drinking after losing the game...I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Moyes looked at Jones in surprise.

"That little guy." Jones smiled slightly, then pointed to Tiger who was looking at him, and then he was very happy to see Tiger's expression go from curiosity to surprise...

"Hey, buddy, you don't think I'm going to beat you up, right?" Jones walked over and sat next to Tiger. Barret rolled his eyes because Jones had taken his seat...

"I'm really worried," Tiger replied.

Jones laughed loudly, and after a while, he stopped laughing, poured two beers, and pushed them to Tiger.

"Actually, I'm here to thank you." He said, then touching his face. Although there were two balls of cotton in his nose, it made his voice muffled: "I have to thank you for showing mercy on your feet, otherwise I'll probably be disfigured."

Tiger looked at Jones speechlessly, feeling that it didn't seem like a big difference between his face or not...

"Hey, don't look at me like this, man, I'll go to make movies in the future." Jones seemed to see what he was thinking and said dissatisfied.

The low laughter of Preston players came from all around, but no one knew that a few years later, after the retirement of Winnie Jones, he really entered Hollywood and did a pretty good job...

Touching the cup with Jones, then drinking a beer in one breath, Tiger thought it would be over, but who knew that Jones grabbed him, then turned to Moyes and said, "David, borrow this little guy for a while...you won't leave Preston today, right?"

Tiger danced: "Let me go!"

Moyes: "Ah, not today, just let him come back tomorrow morning."

Tiger: "I protest!"

Jones: "Ah, thank you, I'll let him back tomorrow."

Preston and everyone: "Go along the way!"

Tiger: "You guys!"

"Sorry, I pulled you out in this way."

In a small local bar in Wimbledon, Jones let go of Tiger, raised his hand and called two beers to the bartender, and then smiled and said to Tiger.

Tiger rubbed his wrists and felt that the other party was really strong.

"It's okay, but you showed mercy during the game. In addition to thanking you, I also want to talk to you." Seeing the doubts in Tiger's heart, Jones smiled and said.

"Talk to me?" Tiger pointed to his nose, very strange - there seemed to be no contact between us, so what's there to talk about...

"To be honest, seeing you playing football reminds me of someone." Jones did not answer Tiger's words, but continued on his own: "Who do you think it is?"

"It's not Gascoin, right?" Tiger replied, remembering that Jones once said during the game that he gave him a lot of Gascoin - which also made Tiger feel a little happy.

Who knew that Jones shook his head: "It's not Gaza... Although you give me a feeling that he is very similar to him, you are not very similar to him in terms of technical characteristics. You are more flexible than him, and you are not as nervous as him. Of course, his ball control and pass are much better than you."

This is basically a very authoritative statement. Jones has fought with Gascoin and Tiger. At the same time, he has a lot of experience and is quite accurate in his judgment between the two.

Tiger was a little discouraged, but it was normal to think about it. When Jones and Gascoin fought, Gascoin had just made his mark in Newcastle, and it was in his prime. According to Lin Danda's data scoring standards, his ball-handling data was at least more than 200, which was more than twice as high as himself. It was normal for Jones to make this judgment.

As long as you work hard, there will always be times better than Gascoin.

At this time, Tiger was a little more curious, and he wanted to know who the person Jones was thinking of.

Jones didn't let him wait too long, and he quickly gave the answer: "Peter Beardsley, the small man who is the same as you, has excellent skills, can handle the ball well in a narrow space, and constantly play with the opponent's players... Your characteristics are very similar to him. In those games, he was the one who caused the most trouble for me, not anyone else."

Tiger was a little dizzy at this time. Of course he knew how great Beardsley was. Although his performance in Newcastle this season was not as good as before, he was still England's leading attacking midfielder and shadow striker. Although this great player is not handsome...

"I never thought of comparing with Mr. Peter..." Tiger shook his head. Beardsley is a star who has been famous in the Premier League for more than ten years and has also performed extremely well in the European arena. If it weren't for the fact that the English club was banned from participating in European competitions for five years due to the Heisel tragedy, he would probably have a much louder reputation in the European arena than now: "Don't forget, I'm just a British League Two player."

"So what? When I first debuted, I played for a team of the British and non-United Nations League. How many people in the Premier League played from the low league? And..." Jones smiled: "Maybe you will be a Premier League player next season."

Tiger smiled and shook his head, Jones took a sip of wine, and suddenly asked, "I'm very curious, with your ability, why are you still in the English League and haven't heard of you before."

Tiger shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know how to explain it. After all, everything that happened to him was difficult to explain to others. He could only answer like this: "I used to be afraid of physical confrontation... I have been doing physical confrontation training in the past two years."

Jones looked at Tiger's thin body, nodded, and accepted the explanation. In the low-level English league, it is difficult to survive without a body. In the history of the top English league, those small players who are famous for their skills have made their debut in top teams. Almost all players who play from the low-level league are strong, which is also determined by the style of the English league.

"Actually, with your current ability, I'm afraid I can't make much progress in the English Second Division, and Preston's ranking in the English Second Division is not very ideal now. You are not young anymore. If you continue to stay in the English Second Division... it would be a pity." Jones said.

"I just played the main player at Preston, isn't it too early to say this?" Tiger laughed: "And... it seems that no team is interested in me now."

"Then you underestimate yourself too much." Jones laughed: "Maybe this was the case before, but after today's game, I think there will be many teams interested in you."

"I am the core here, everyone plays around me, I don't think I will leave Preston." Tiger was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"It makes sense for you to think this way. After all, with the conditions at Preston, maybe other teams won't give it to you." Jones smiled: "This is one of the reasons why I was unwilling to leave Wimbledon back then, but I finally left, and went to Leeds, Shelly and Chelsea one after another... Although those years were not successful, I did not regret it."

Speaking of this, Jones became energetic: "Why should a man always stay in the same place? Why don't he go to a better team and a more difficult place to test how outstanding he is? Even if he fails, what's the big deal? At most, it's just starting over..."

Then Jones smiled again: "Of course, I admire those players who are loyal to send all their lives in a team, but I still feel that you have to try everything to be worthy of your life and career. The only regret I regret now is that I don't have the opportunity to play abroad and see what kind of opponents there are in the continental European arena."

Tiger was extremely yearning for him and couldn't help but sigh, but he knew that he could not leave Preston now, and he was unwilling to leave. In addition to the mission reasons, his feelings for Preston were also a huge factor.

"Actually, we are really short of a player who can organize like you. I now pay more attention to defense. The organization of offense is not as good as before. Earl is an attacking midfielder closer to the shooter. If you are ahead of me and behind him, our offense will become better... Not to mention relegation, it is not impossible to enter the European arena at the end of this season." Jones looked at Tiger and said his ultimate goal.

Tiger knew Jones' status at Wimbledon. As the leader of the crazy gang, although he left Wimbledon for a while, he was still the same at Wimbledon. Since he was able to make an invitation, it means that Wimbledon already had this intention.

This is an invitation from the Premier League team! When I was still hanging out in the reserve team a few months ago, Tiger never expected that he would receive an invitation from the Premier League team so soon. Although Wimbledon's performance in the Premier League has not been very good now, no matter what, it is much better than Preston...

"To be honest, there are many good players, and there are many good people who have been experiencing in the low-level league. I have seen a lot of them, but there are really no ones that I can attract at first sight... After this game, I think you are very suitable for us Wimbledon. Do you know why?" Jones continued to say, looking at the silent Tiger.

Tiger looked up at Jones, then shook his head.

"You know, our Wimbledon is nicknamed Mad Gang," said Jones.

Tiger nodded. Everyone knew this. Wimbledon was famous throughout England.

"We beat Liverpool in the FA Cup final and staged one of the most legendary dragon-slaying legends in the history of the FA Cup. What is it because of our crazy gang spirit! No matter how famous the stars are in front of us, no matter how outstanding the team they are, we dare to fight them shirtlessly! At that time, which team was not afraid of three-pointers first when we met us? The crazy gang at that time was the real crazy gang!"

Jones slapped the table heavily, and at this time, he suddenly shouted in a corner of the bar: "Long live the crazy helper!"

Jones smiled happily and raised his cup to the corner.

After putting down the cup, Jones' smile slowly faded, and then he shook his head: "But since the 1990s, to be precise, since the founding of the Premier League, we have gradually lacked the spirit of crazy gangs... They said that we need skills, to play beautifully, to establish the image of Wimbledon... What's the result? The best result is that we are ranked sixth!"

Speaking of this, Jones breathed again and handed the empty cup to the bartender: "After I returned to Wimbledon four years ago, I began to find that this team was unfamiliar and no longer the crazy helper in my mind. For this, I am very sorry. I hope to see Wimbledon, who was not afraid of any team in the past... Tiger, if it were the Wimbledon before, you would definitely not have a chance today, because in a stalemate, we would use the collision to smash your defense line, and would not let you recover and give us a fatal blow. Even in the first half, you, who is the most threatening, will be hit by us one after another, and ended up early! For victory, we can do anything!"

In his mind, Tiger imagined the scene of this strong man coming up one after another to collide with his body, and couldn't help but chill.

"But now, in you, I see the temperament of doing everything to win. Although you are not rough on the court, you will fall down after completing the final attack when you are exhausted. It is very similar to our crazy gang! Don't think that the crazy gang is relying on rough fouls. We were always behind in the first seventy minutes of the FA Cup final and were at a disadvantage, but none of us gave up! In the end? Two to one! We scored two goals in the last twenty minutes! The greatest reversal in the history of the FA Cup final! This spirit is our true crazy gang spirit!"

Jones waved his arms, and at this time he really looked like the leader of the crazy gang: "How is it? Tiger, come to our Wimbledon? At Wimbledon, I can still speak, come and join us to rebuild the crazy gang! You should appear in the Premier League, and you should not waste your life in the English Second Division!"

Jones said loudly, and he was also unscrupulous enough - there were many people in this bar, but no one came up to disturb them. At this time, the bar, which was originally a little noisy, was completely quiet, and all his attention was focused on Jones and Tiger.
Chapter completed!