England 1986

Chapter 125 Ferguson

A small convoy slowly approached in the distance, with a black MG leading the way, followed by an extremely eye-catching white stretched Lincoln, followed by a Bentley, and after that, two more MGs.

After the convoy came to a complete stop, the two cars in the middle, which looked like they were driven by distinguished guests, were not in a hurry to open their doors.

Instead, a few bodyguards got off the back car first, and several of them spread out and stood guard around the car. One of them walked towards Little Edwards with a small instrument in his hand.

"Hi sir, I need a little checkup."

While the bodyguard was talking, he didn't wait for little Edwards to agree, and started sweeping his body with the instrument on his own.

This is a simple portable metal detector.

The current external situation is not very optimistic. A few days ago, there was a vicious incident in Wales where Irish mobs attacked American journalists. It is understandable for the two nobles to be on guard when traveling.

Little Edwards took a breath and nodded.

This kind of test is actually a bit insulting, but there is no way, the person who came is a nobleman, and his life is precious.

The instrument swept around Edwards' body, but there was no abnormal sound. The bodyguard moved two more steps, holding the instrument and sweeping it towards Ferguson next to him.

"Drip drip!"

The harsh beeping made the bodyguard's face change. Ferguson grinned, took out a stainless steel whistle from his clothes, shook it at the bodyguard, "Don't be nervous, it should be this thing."

The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, skipped the whistle and swept over Ferguson again. After confirming that there was no problem, he continued to walk towards the staff standing behind them.

After a few minutes of testing, until the last staff member confirmed that there was no problem, the bodyguard did not return to the car, but stood behind all of them very professionally, and gestured in the direction of the car.

Little Edwards turned his head to look at this scene, a little tongue-tied, he had been in contact with aristocrats before, the Duke of Angus, but judging from his name, he was considered a high-ranking aristocrat!

Although as a local, little Edwards also knew that the Duke of Angus was very poor, but there was absolutely no such bodyguard around the Duke of Angus.

Look at this body shape, and look at this style. He is very professional. Even after the test is over, he will stay in place to monitor them and not leave them any loopholes.

Today is a good experience for little Edwards. Is this the difference between the top traditional aristocrats and the down-and-out aristocrats?
The fleet looked low-key except for the white stretched Lincoln.

But within this low-key, looking at the entourage brought by the earl, one can know the earl's living standard.

After the bodyguard in charge of the inspection finished making gestures, a few more bodyguards got out of the car, and after that, a fat man with a beer belly got out of the white Lincoln.

Didn't little Edwards immediately recognize that this is the Duke of Angus?

But as the Duke of Angus got out of the car, Ferguson next to Little Edwards frowned at his subsequent actions.

After getting out of the car, the Duke of Angus did not rush towards them, but stood by the side of the car, bent over and stretched out his hand, as if helping the people inside to get out of the car.

Its posture does not look like a duke, but a bit like a waiter.

"Who is this?"

"He is the Duke of Angus. Have you heard of the Duke of Manchester?"

"This is it?"

Ferguson was a little overwhelmed. The dignified Duke of Manchester personally helped him out of the car?

Is there something wrong with this position?
Little Edwards looked at the surprised Ferguson and didn't explain much to him.

Not to mention that the Duke of Angus helped the earl out of the car today, he would not be surprised if he helped a jazz out of the car someday.

Personally, Edwards Jr. and Angus are fairly familiar.

Both of them live in the same area, they are fellow villagers, and they have the same hobbies.

They both like big blonde girls.

Moreover, they have played together before, so they can be regarded as brother-in-law. They have practiced stick skills in the same cave, so they are considered like-minded people.

It was also through this relationship that Angus personally came forward to recommend Edwards for Allen.

"Haha, my brother, let's meet again. This is the new coach, right? What's his name? Gerson? Oh. Ferguson?! Haha, let me introduce you, this is the Earl of Carmarthen, Alan Hill, have you heard of it?"

Angus finally helped Allen get out of the car. It was not very convenient to get out of the extended Lincoln. There were no doors that opened, only a small back door.

Walking up to little Edwards, the Duke of Angus, who is very enthusiastic to everyone, gave him a big hug first, pointed to Ferguson, and couldn't remember his name for a while, and smiled apologetically at Ferguson with some embarrassment With a smile, he pouted his buttocks and turned around with his left hand to introduce the visitor to the two of them.

Today, Allen is dressed more casually. Unlike Angus, even if the weather outside is very hot, he still wears suits and leather shoes. Allen is wearing a blue and white color-blocking sports jacket. The fabric is very thin, a bit like It's sun protection clothing.

The lower body is a pair of light-colored legging sports pants, and the feet are wearing sneakers.

It doesn't look like he's here to discuss business, but more like an image of going out for exercise in the morning.

But even with this attire, Little Edwards dared not take it lightly at all.

This face has been very popular recently, and it looks a little more handsome than the one on TV, but it doesn't have the gentle smile seen on TV.

Following Angus' introduction, Allen stood still, raised his right forearm slightly, and just stretched out his hand as a gesture.

Ferguson was a little dazed seeing this scene.

But little Edwards understood what the other party meant, and felt a little helpless. This is the nobility, and the class differences are reflected all the time.

When normal people shake hands, everyone stretches out their right arms and clasps both hands. The left hand that has a better relationship can also pat each other's arms with the opportunity, or just give them a light hug.

But the earl in front of him stood still, the upper part of his arm didn't move, and he just stretched out his forearm. This is how nobles shake hands with ordinary people.

Under such circumstances, the handshake partner can only take two steps forward, bow slightly, and stretch his arms as far as possible to shake hands with the other party. If you don't bow, the two will appear very rude if they are too close.

But as long as you bow, it doesn't look like a normal handshake.

This is the aristocratic handshake. He shakes hands with you just out of politeness, but even if he shakes hands, it is full of distance and superior.

Little Edwards had heard of this method before, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation in reality. He took a deep breath, and with a modest smile on his face, Little Edwards took the initiative to take two steps forward, his left hand was natural Putting it on his chest, bending over slightly, extending his right hand, and shaking hands with Allen.

"Dear Sir Earl, you are welcome to visit Manchester Football Club. You can call me Little Edwards."

Allen looked at the little Edwards with his head down expressionlessly, and when he raised his head, he smiled a little and said: "Heh, I heard Duke Angus talk about you on the way, your family is very good, for your sake This football club does a lot."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Hearing this, little Edwards bent down and bowed again, then withdrew his right hand, stood to the left of Allen, and signaled Ferguson to hurry over to greet him with his eyes. The Duke of Angus may not care about such things, but the earl in front of him, look It seems that the power is not comparable to that of the Duke of Angus.

"Hello Earl, nice to meet you. I'm Ferguson, the current head coach of the team." Following Edwards' example, Ferguson trotted up to Allen, nodded and stretched out his right hand Bend over to shake hands.

"it is good."

Allen also smiled at Ferguson, but he just said hello and said nothing.

Angus looked at this scene and said with a smile: "Alan, first let little Edwards accompany you in for a visit, and I will take your financial team to connect with their people."

"Okay, then you are busy."

"Your Excellency, shall we visit the honor room first?"

Little Edwards saw that the Duke of Angus didn't care about the person after introducing him, and his scalp was a little numb.

Before coming here, he was still a little emotional about this meeting. After all, Manchester United is equivalent to his daughter. Now that he is about to get married, it is normal for him to feel uncomfortable.

He hadn't thought about rebelling. It would be good for the club to welcome a new benefactor now, and he didn't have the capital to rebel.

But now that we have met, although His Excellency Allen smiled at him just now, the sense of luxury and oppression is completely different from when he and Angus were in contact before!

In this comparison, the Duke of Angus is like a fake aristocrat, too easy-going and close to the people!
As for the person in front of him, the sense of alienation and oppression on his body made little Edwards very uncomfortable.

"Okay, lead the way!"

In fact, Alan has no desire to visit the Hall of Honor at all.

He doesn't understand these things either, so let's watch it as a show anyway.

As Little Edwards turned into a guide and walked in front to personally introduce the short stories behind each trophy to Allen, Allen glanced at Ferguson who was silent behind him from the corner of his eye.

This famous Lafayette is only 30 years old now, he is still young, he looks good, barely has one-tenth of his appearance, and he is quite handsome.

It's just that he has a bit of a temper, he doesn't dare to complain, but he can keep silent, a little childish.

After visiting the honor room, there was nothing else to visit, and a group of people came to the stadium below.

The current Old Trafford stadium has not been refurbished, and it is all decades ago. It is a bit insulting to say that it is a vegetable field, but it looks like that.

Allen walked in front with his hands behind his back, turned his head and said to Ferguson who had been silent behind him, "Walk with me!"

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Ferguson was taken aback when he heard Allen's voice, a little disbelieving, looked at Allen, then at little Edwards next to him, and trotted a few steps to keep up with Allen under the encouraging eyes of little Edwards.

The two left the entourage behind in silence.

After walking far, Allen stopped, looked at the field, and said, "I heard from the Duke of Angus that you just joined the team, and the results of leading the team are not good. Do you have any ideas in the future?"

The corner of Ferguson's mouth twitched. This picture of the owner was very aristocratic. He just looked around, didn't ask the price, and didn't talk about the acquisition, as if Manchester United had already acquired it, which made Ferguson very uncomfortable.

Holding his breath, he could not speak, and Ferguson was going to talk about some professional topics, so that the domineering Earl could not understand.

"Your Excellency, I am going to start with the personnel first, change the tactical concept, change the style of play, abandon the traditional long pass and the way of emphasizing physical confrontation, and take a technical route. Do you know Spain? How about their team? A technology flow route."

"Spain? Oh, I have a good personal relationship with Princess Christiana. Do you need Spanish staff? If necessary, I can help you find someone."

Allen answered a bit irrelevantly. He really didn't understand technology, but he heard Ferguson talking about Spain.

He has acquaintances in Spain!

As long as Ferguson wants, he can help with the logistics work, whoever wants to dig.

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Ferguson almost didn't come up in one breath. He talked with the earl about technology, the earl talked with him about connections, and the majesty directly moved the Spanish princess out. What did he say?
But it just so happened that what the two said was related.

Ferguson thought that Allen was going to help him poach people, but now England has very strict requirements for foreign aid, plus they can't participate in European competitions, even if they are poached, what's the use? A whole system of junior team, youth team and senior team.

"Your Excellency. You may not know much about football. This is not a problem that can be solved by buying one or two people."

"I know! I just don't understand, but I don't like to meddle in these things, as long as you understand, what you lack, I will help you make up for it, but if you make up for it, if you can't do it, it's you Is this the reason for your own problems?"

"This"

Ferguson was left speechless by what Allen said, but this gentleman was straightforward and reasonable.

What is lacking can be made up for, and if it is not enough to make up for it all, then it is a person who is not good enough.

What if people can't do it?
Pack your bags and get out.
As for any technology, this or that, this Excellency doesn't care at all, it's just this sentence, make up for what is lacking, technology is his Ferguson's business!

"Don't be under pressure. You just took over the team this year. I'll give you one year. After one year, I hope you will give me a complete answer sheet. Before that, what do you want? I'll give you what, okay? ?”

Such domineering words left Ferguson speechless, but he felt very ashamed of his petty thinking.

He hates the kind of people who like to point fingers and pretend to understand.

But this Your Excellency simply admitted that he didn't understand, but he didn't point fingers casually, and he was very generous.

It's a bit of a love-hate relationship.

"Okay! Your Excellency Earl, I will try my best to do it, but... the system will not produce results so quickly in a short period of time. Players have to adapt. The cooperation between players depends on a large number of games to accumulate from."

"Ha ha."

Allen crossed his arms, he was taller than Ferguson, lowered his head slightly and looked down at Ferguson and said: "It's still the same sentence, whether it's the results or the tactics you said, it's all your business, yes You have to prove your ability to me instead of asking me to understand you, do you understand? Only when you show your worth can you be qualified for me to understand you. "

(End of this chapter)