Chapter 106

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It was quickly finished.

Wandering supporters from outside Anfield entered the field.

This kind of high-profile match will invariably draw some impartial spectators in addition to Liverpool and Blackpool supporters.

Some people want to see the tactical doorway, while others are interested in learning how the two teams can compete.

In summary, the stadium at Anfield is once again full today!

With a certain amount of anticipation, the fans watched the court, waiting for the players to take the field and for a thrilling game to begin.

It is one and a half in the afternoon.

The pre-match press conference.

door.

James reconnected with an old friend, Houllier, who shared some connections with him.

"How are you doing?"

Houllier gave James a hug while displaying his few smiles.

"You, I am fine."

James grinned and gave Houllier a hug as well.

"It is definitely not as good as you, overall."

"After all, we Liverpool did not have as many champions as you last season, and our performance this season is not as good as you," chuckled Houllier, arching his brows.

"No, no, you are a player in the Premier League."

With a humble wave of his hand, James said, "It is an old acquaintance, so do not talk too much."

"Do not assume I am ignorant."

"The group of players you played in League are only fifteen or sixteen years old, and they are all little monsters bought from all over the world," Houllier said, flashing a menacing grin at James.

"It will likely be the same as when they are playing in the Championship now when they grow up and play in the Premier League."

Houllier sighed slightly before saying, "It is unbelievable, how did you find this group of people? Usually if you are lucky enough to find one or two, then you found so many..." before James could say anything more.

"Perhaps I fall under the lucky category." James lifted his eyebrows and grinned as well.

"Hahaha."

Houllier was amused, half joking and half serious: "If you have any ideas, buy one or two for Liverpool, or loan one or two."

"no."

"I can not bear to buy it, and renting it is not worth it," James remarked with a small smile. The fifteenth or sixteenth, seventeenth or eighteenth, and early twentieth leagues are the plans for them."

"I feel like we are at a loss, but I bought it for you now because I can not play football in Liverpool."

With a look of regret and disappointment, Houllier shrugged.

He developed feelings for the player Modric and initially believed that he would not be able to purchase both a young Modric and Ronaldinho.

It may eventually enhance Liverpool's technical sophistication in the midfield.

It appears that James is unwilling to sell at this time.

Houllier, though, is incredibly simple to comprehend. After giving it some thought, he concluded that he had such a player.

He does not market it on his own.

The more the better!

"All right, let us head to the news conference."

James said, "The reporters are waiting," pointing to the press conference.

"Um."

Houllier turned to face the seat at the scene, nodding.

James is correct; these reporters have been waiting a long time here at the scene.

If only Houllier and James had not been standing right outside and ignoring everything.

If not, you can clearly see these reporters' expressions of incomprehension.

Do rival head coaches or two large men talk so much?

However, they remained silent upon seeing these two individuals enter.

"Mr. Houllier, this is your third encounter with Blackpool as a Liverpool player."

A reporter stood up as soon as Houllier and James took their seats, grinning, and inquired, "What are your thoughts on the outcome of this match?"

"Well, there are undoubtedly a lot of unknowns in this game. Although I acknowledge Blackpool's strength, Liverpool has also been very strong this year.

The elderly fox Houllier made another round and said, "It is difficult to predict the outcome; all I can say is that I am looking forward to this game."

"OK."

With a nod, the reporter took a seat.

Then, another reporter stood up.

"Mr. Houllier, just a quick question off-site: are you and Mr. James getting along well?"

"It seems that every time you meet, you can chat for a long time," inquired the reporter, grinning.

"Me and him?"

"I do not usually keep in touch with each other, but every time I meet, I do have a feeling of friendship," Houllier told the reporters after taking a quick look at James.

"Maybe because I am an older person in this field, I respect him. He sees me as an old man in the industry, but he also sees me as a young man."

"It's that simple."

After hearing what Houllier had to say, the reporter who had posed the question looked back at James and appeared to inquire, "Is that correct?"

"Mr. Houllier is correct, yes."

"But there is one thing, I do not recognize him, but respect him," James said with a nod.

How could he not have respect for Liverpool's worthy head coach?

Everything is real.

"Then, Mr. James, you were asked the same question: what are your goals for the game today, or how do you view yourself?"

Another reporter stood up and asked.

"It's simple."

With uplifted eyebrows, James exclaimed, "Great victory, victory."

"Football always needs some wins to gain respect; nothing else."

The reporters all nodded and started recording as soon as they heard the words.

They all approve of James's character, as I have already stated.

It is excellent for generating news.

friendly to them.

"Hahaha."

Beside him, Houllier grinned and gave a small shake of his head.

They are rivals as well as friends.

It is uncommon to find subtle brotherhood like this on the football field.

Of course it's not that rare.

Overall, there is always an amazing tale to be told when he occurs.

It is going to be a (remarkable) very good memory in the future, whether I remember it or someone else does.

similar to Guardiola and Arteta in James's later generations.

similar.

The reporters then posed a few other questions.

Every now and then James speaks in a startlingly normal way.

At last, the pre-game press conference came to an end at 1:50.

After leaving the press conference with James, Houllier made his way over to the court.

"Liverpool has grown, but has Blackpool?"

James did not look back and inquired while traveling.

"Houllier, see you on the field."

Grinning, Houllier tapped James on the shoulder before picking up his pace and making his way over to the Anfield stadium.

James picked up his pace as well and moved in the direction of the field.

Grab hold of.

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I am completely exhausted, writing total 17 chapters for three novels every day, and I have recently begun translating a Dragonball MTL novel, however soon I will start a new mtl novel or mine.