"Then you just trained hard for a year?" Jones asked tentatively.

"To be precise, it's half a year." Tiger laughed. In fact, he actually started to train hard in the past few months, but it was too horrible to say it. Tiger told a small lie: "Do you know what makes me start to feel that I can't continue like this?"

Jones shook his head.

"It's my contract." Tiger said: "More than half a year ago, I suddenly found that my contract was only one year left. If this year can no longer prove that I have the ability to gain a foothold in the first team, I will be swept out by the team. At that time, even if I want to live like this, I can't make it! Only at this time did I realize how bad I was. I have no way out to retreat. No team will support me for the rest of my life. If I want me to continue to enjoy the fun of playing football and the things that play football, I can only work hard by myself!"

Speaking of this, Tiger calmed down and smiled: "Fortunately at this time, I received the help of a good friend, which allowed me to find the most correct way to train myself, and then performed well in the reserve team. In addition, the first team lacked people, I entered the first team. It was not until this time that I realized how much time I had wasted - if I knew from the beginning that I could not indulge in being proud of my skills, and also enhance my confrontational ability. If I was sent to the reserve team, I began to work hard to exercise my confrontational ability, and my current situation might be better than now... However, it is impossible to go back to the beginning. The past is the past, and regret is useless... Fortunately, it is not too late now, and I can still recover what I have lost through my diligence and hard work. How much can I recover, that is, how much can I recover."

"So that's the case, you shouldn't waste time in the English League Two," said Jones.

"I don't think it's a waste of time." Tiger laughed, and he shook his head: "Winnie, I know my abilities very well... That's right, maybe I can gain a foothold in the Premier League, but my flaws will not decrease just because I became a Premier League player. I have been ambitious once and don't want to be ambitious again for the second time."

Before Jones could speak, Tiger continued: "In the English Second Division, I can continue to exercise my body, and we have a lot of hope to enter the English Second Division this season and gradually exercise. I think this will be better. After all, my professional competition experience is only less than half a season. I can no longer lose the time to exercise myself, let alone..."

Tiger pointed to his heart: "My heart told me that I shouldn't leave Preston...at least for now, I'm reluctant to leave this place."

Jones looked at Tiger for a long time before nodding: "Maybe, you are right, it's a bit presumptuous for me to propose this invitation."

"Winnie, I'm very grateful for your invitation, really." Tiger smiled, with gratitude in his smile: "This is the first time a Premier League team has invited me, and you are also the first Premier League player to admit my ability... I will always remember, Winnie."

Jones laughed and said, "Don't take it too seriously... But if Preston can't enter the League One this season, if you want to transfer, please feel free to find me."

Tiger nodded. He knew that Jones' words were purely kind-hearted. He had performed well in the FA Cup, and most of them would have been paid attention to by other teams, but it was just a game. Even if the team was paying attention, it was probably the first level. If he didn't have any conspicuous performance before the end of this season, he would have paid much less attention. Jones' statement obviously left him with more back.

The two were still hostile on the court, and Jones was immediately so enthusiastic off the court. It seemed that under the fierce face, Jones was really kind of warm-hearted.

"Thank you." Tiger raised his glass gratefully, touched the other party, then raised his neck and drank all the wine in the glass. He didn't say anything grateful. Although he might not go to Wimbledon in the future, maybe he would go to a better team in the future, he would definitely remember Jones's love at this time.

There are always times when you get back favors in this circle.

Next, Jones did not mention this matter, but continued to chat with Tiger casually. Tiger also knew that this was a good opportunity for him. After all, the difference between the League Two and the Premier League is still huge. Being able to chat with Jones and learn more about the Premier League will be beneficial to anyone.

After chatting with Jones for a long time, Tiger found that the evil guy on the court was very good and had a wide range of knowledge. Some anecdotes from English football were told from him that Tiger, a country boy who had never seen anything, had a wide vision for him. Even the scene of spitting at Anfield that year was a fact that Tiger had known for a long time, it felt a different feeling to tell this matter as a person who had experienced it and a person in person.

This bar is not big, it seems to be a regular customer. Although I saw Winnie Jones, only a few people greeted Jones, and no one else came to disturb the conversation. Tiger looked at the decorations around and found that the bar seemed to have been in a while.

In England, such old bars are available in almost every place, and are usually where old local fans gather. Young fans come relatively few, so they have new and trendy places to go.

Seeing Tiger looking around the bar, Jones laughed and whispered: "Don't look at this bar inconspicuous... But for Wimbledon, this bar has a special meaning!"

Tiger was stunned for a moment, looked at Jones with inquiring eyes, and Jones smiled and said mysteriously: "The 1988 FA Cup final...you should know?"

Tiger nodded. How could he not know that this game was the most brilliant victory in Wimbledon's history and one of the most talked about dragon-slaying legends in the FA Cup final. Even if he was not a Wimbledon native, he knew this.

This was also the most proud thing in Jones' life. He wiped his sweat and said loudly: "In that final, we killed those guys from Liverpool! At Wembley! Then, we came back to celebrate, celebrate crazy... the celebration place, do you know where it is?"

"Is it..." Tiger looked around for a while.

Jones nodded heavily and slapped his big hand at the bar: "Yes, we celebrated here! Celebrate that we won the Reds Liverpool that swept the entire Europe! It's right here, right in this Duns bar!"

Now, Tiger looked at the eyes around him and felt a little awe-inspiring - this is the power of history.

No matter what, witnessing a certain moment can always bring some mysterious things - the charm of various antiques lies in this, and their value lies in anything that has happened to them.

"Maybe the Wimbledons locker room today will become such a great place! For Preston." Tiger laughed: "After all, this victory is also one of our greatest victories in recent decades!"

"You guy, I want to beat you up!" Jones couldn't help but shake his head and said with a wry smile.

Before Tiger could answer, he heard a slutty voice sounding beside him: "Winnie, is this your friend? I hate this guy!"

"Uh..." Tiger choked.

When chatting with Jones, no one came up to disturb them. Perhaps because Jones was a regular customer here, such a voice suddenly appeared at this time, which immediately stunned Tiger.

After a moment of silence, Tiger planned to look back, but when he turned around, he saw nothing. The closest thing to him were two big fat men who had already blushed with their faces. Not to mention that they were a few meters away from him, even if they were next to him, they could not say the silly words.

Just as Tiger was a little suspicious and thought that Lin Danda was talking, the voice rang again, with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Hey, where are you looking? I'm here!"

Hearing the sound seemed to be coming from his side, Tiger looked down, and then a face as delicate as a porcelain doll appeared in front of him...

The brown hair and deep concave eyes are also brown, but the skin is so shattered that it is so delicate that its facial features are extremely delicate. The fair skin as white as milk still shines under the light of the light. No matter how you look at it, you are a beautiful woman who is stunning in the whole country...

The only regret is that this beauty is just a little beauty, only 1.34 meters tall, with two braids, she is probably only in her early 10 years old - she is just a beauty embryo.

However, such a cute girl had an angry expression on her face at this time, she pouted and put her hands on her hips, stared at her eyes, with a thousand dissatisfaction and extremely murderous aura.

Seeing such a beautiful and cute little girl, Tiger couldn't help laughing, reached out and touched the other person's head, and said, "Little sister, why do you hate me?"

The other party leaned his head, dodged away from Tiger's clutch, and snorted: "Who told you to beat us Preston today!"

The drinkers in the bar laughed loudly, Jones also laughed, waved his hand, and the little girl ran to him obediently. Jones reached out and touched her head, and said to Tiger with a smile: "This is our little princess! The youngest fan of the Duns Bar, Jili Hazel, Jili, this is Tiger. On the court, he is our enemy, but off the court, he is my Winnie Jones' friend!"

"Why, Winnie, didn't he make you bleeding from your nose?" Hazel turned his head and asked Jones in confusion.

"Haha, Ji Li, if it weren't for his mercy, your Uncle Winnie would have broken up... He beat us, that's because he performed well, we can afford to win, and we can afford to lose!" Jones laughed twice and said to Hazel.

Hazel pursed his lips, thought about it, then nodded, and said to Tiger seriously: "Since Winnie said that, I will forgive you... But you have to take back your words just now! Wimbledon's locker room is not the holy place of Preston!"

"Sorry, I was a little proud just now." Tiger raised his hand and surrendered: "Well, to express my apology, if you go to Preston one day, I will definitely invite you to play everywhere! At least play with you for a day, okay?"

Tiger just said casually, but who knew that Hazel stretched his face and thought about it, then nodded: "Okay, because you are a little handsome, I will accept your apology."

Tiger looked at the little girl in a mess, and the drinkers next to him laughed again.

However, this little episode also made Tiger look harmonious with the Wimbledon fans in the bar. You should know that although no one came to provoke Tiger at the beginning because Jones was around, Wimbledon fans also looked at Tiger with a little bad look, and now it is much better.

After the scene became harmonious, guests from the bar kept coming to toast. Although Tiger led Preston to defeat Wimbledon during the day, as Jones said, Wimbledon could afford to lose!

What's more, Preston did not defeat Wimbledon with some despicable moves, and Wimbledon fans can see this clearly.

One glass on the left and one on the right, in front of the enthusiastic Wimbledon fans, Tiger soon got drunk - after all, there were a lot more people who drank him this time than last time...

Before getting drunk, Tiger saw Hazel coming over with drunken eyes, and patted Tiger on the shoulder with an old aura and said, "Winnie is right, you are a good person!"

Before Tiger could even think about why he became a good person for no reason, he was drunk...
Chapter completed!