England 1986

Chapter 159

This method of physical disappearance is too scary!

Listening to stories is listening to stories, but when this kind of story really happens to me, everyone is afraid!
He is just an ordinary person, just a little football coach, and he has absolutely no resistance to this kind of thing.

Ferguson glanced at the desk in front of him from the corner of his eye. Folders with different skins and different colors were neatly arranged in categories. In front of His Excellency Allen, there was a list that seemed to be a medical examination report and a copy of today's newspaper. , Ferguson withdrew his gaze when he saw this, and didn't dare to continue watching.

"Isn't there going to be a European Cup this year? Are you going back to Scotland?"

Allen looked at Ferguson, who was a little stiff, and was going to chat with him first.

"It's Your Excellency. I've already been back during this winter break. I haven't had time to tell you yet. When this season is over, I will go back to serve as an assistant coach in May, about half a month."

"Oh, it should be, as long as it doesn't delay the work of the new season."

It's time for the European Cup, which comes once every few years, and it's time for the "beautiful guys" on the British Isle to send a football team to play again.

Not only is Ferguson going back to the Scottish men's national team as an assistant coach, there are also Manchester United players who will be drawn back to their respective national teams, and England will also participate in the European Cup at that time.

leftover.
Anyway, the four "beautiful boys" on the British island play their own sports and sports. The overall strength is of course England's strongest, followed by Scotland.

Northern Ireland is next, with Wales at the bottom.
This year's European Cup, Wales also participated in the qualifiers, but wants to enter the finals.
Forget it!
The Welsh men's national team is now the legendary fish belly sending team, whoever is in a group, the other party is happy.

"In the second half of the season, you can release the news. After this season is over, the team's uniform and team logo will be changed next season. If you disclose this news, can it boost morale?"

Allen grabbed a document and threw it to Ferguson, showing him the newly designed Manchester United team logo and uniform.

The previous Manchester United jerseys were bright red and tacky.

Allen doesn't like it, he likes the powerful aristocratic red, just like the color of his dress and cloak, the red is very pure, this kind of red is the kind of red with luxury.

The team badge is simple. Other teams, some of which are related to the royal family, will add a small crown logo on the team badge, which looks very high-end.

The Manchester United team emblem of this period, the upper and lower banners are connected by an old-fashioned football logo, with the name of the city written on it, the name of the football club written below, a small shield badge in the middle, and the pattern on the badge is a lion wearing a castle crown. , with a dung fork in his hand.

The designer of the chicken thief designed three small golden bumps on the top of the above banner. At first glance, it looks like a crown, but that's it, it's just a side effect.

They are a workers' team without royal authorization, so they dare not use the crown logo on the team emblem openly.

A team like Real Madrid has a crown logo on their team logo. As long as you compare it with others, you will instantly feel inferior.

And Allen's idea is still the same, using the earl's crown logo, which is much better than the edge rubbing method used by Manchester United's current team logo!
If you do this, you don't understand people. When you look at Manchester United's new team logo, you think they have quietly changed to Royal Manchester United.
Ferguson took the file folder and opened it. The contents inside were made into real objects. The photos looked very good. Since Allen bought Manchester United, they have not publicized it. Everyone only knows that Manchester United has changed owners and the club’s funds have changed. enough.

The others... are beyond the knowledge of ordinary players.

"Good sir. I will inform you."

"Ha ha."

Allen is not particularly concerned about the current results of the team. Anyway, the Premier League has not yet been established, as long as it is not relegated, it is still in the penalty period, so what if the League One wins the championship?
He can't go to European competitions, so why not take advantage of this period to rectify the team, wait a few years for the Premier League to be established, the penalty period has passed, and then become a blockbuster. For him, Manchester United is used to enhance his reputation and pretend to be aggressive.

In Daying, we don’t discuss football, and we are embarrassed to say hello to people when we go out. Although Master Alan doesn’t like it, he just buys a team, so that he will look very aggressive in the future.

"I heard that you like to scold players in the locker room? Is someone not listening to your instructions?"

Allen suddenly asked Ferguson curiously, this guy has a nickname, Ferguson hair dryer.

It means that when he swears, he speaks very fast, and the wind in his mouth will blow people's faces like a hair dryer.

"Uh, your Excellency, some players are used to playing. They are fine during training, but when they play, they forget everything."

Ferguson thought that Allen had something to say about him scolding the players, and when he heard his inquiry, he tried his best to explain.

"No, no, no, you don't have to explain it to me!"

Opening the desk drawer, Allen took out a small gadget, shook it at Ferguson twice, threw it to him directly and said, "I reward you with a little toy, this is the dagger I carried with me when I served in the military. If you are obedient, just use this, if you keep scolding, the effect will not be as direct as this!"

"These people were all bought with my money. If they are disobedient and don't play well, you will abolish them, so that they will never be obedient or play football again."

Ferguson subconsciously took the dagger thrown by Allen, and when he heard what he said, he became numb. He thought that Allen had a problem with him scolding the players, but he didn't expect that his scolding was ineffective.

Your Excellency really acted vigorously and thoughtfully.
"Yes"

"Okay. The team's results are up to you. Don't you want to rectify the youth training? I'll leave it to you. Don't worry, take your time. What I want is not temporary results, but long-term results. !"

"understand!"

Ferguson stood up holding the dagger and watched Allen pick up the teacup, which meant that he could go.

When he came to report to work today, he basically didn't say a few words, but he was beaten a little, and then he was comforted and reassured. The position of head coach was saved, which made Ferguson heaving a sigh of relief.

"Then I will take my leave first, Your Excellency."

"Ah."

In the early morning of February 2, Allen went to Cardiff, the capital, and listened to a small meeting. This was the procedure for the establishment of the trade unions related to the food delivery industry.

If it is established in England, the procedure will be relatively troublesome, and it will be publicized and a lot of materials will need to be submitted.

But it is much easier to set up a trade union in Wales. After he explained all the materials, someone will help him fill them up!

And after the establishment of this kind of trade union, it is still valid in England!
After returning home from Cardiff for lunch, Allen, accompanied by his servants, set up equipment for him in the afternoon, and then slipped to the stream to fish. He was waiting for someone. Old Carl was coming back after more than a month. !
"Master!"

Old Carl was still dressed in a very traditional way, but this time he put his top hat and everything in the hall, and put on a cloak. It was still a bit cold outside, and it was even cooler when he was fishing by the river.

Allen by the river was lying on a deck chair, covered with a thin woolen blanket, and there was a small stove next to him warming tea, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

Sniffing, Old Carl said hello, took the small soft stool handed over by the servant and sat next to Allen's recliner, and helped Allen pull up the blanket.

"Are you back? Have you discovered anything recently?"

Alan didn't even open his eyes, the fishing rod was just hanging by the river, and he was dozing off.

"It's really a discovery."

Old Karl waved his hands to the servants around him, signaling them to stay away, and then whispered when the surroundings were clear, "Master, how long did it take me to find out that the stock prices of several small steel factories have risen, and there are For many chemical raw material factories, the stock price has also changed!"

If you don’t know what’s going on here, normal people probably won’t pay attention to such small things. The financial turmoil doesn’t mean that all companies suffer. It’s normal for some companies to slowly recover after experiencing a short-term blow. fall?
But according to Allen's explanation, old Carl observed carefully and checked the context, and found some truths in it.

"Oh?"

Allen was taken aback for a moment, steel, chemical raw materials, what chemical raw materials?

For weapons of course!
Or for ammunition.

As the old saying goes, the Prophet of Spring River Plumbing Duck, some things
Before it started, there was performance in the market, but
Didn't the experts wait for a period of time for analysis, and they can't stand it anymore before they do certain things?
Are the signs starting now?
Allen opened his eyes, turned his head sideways and looked at Old Carl and said, "Help me up."

Old Carl got up quickly, dragged Allen's neck carefully, and slowly helped him up from a half-lying state.

"How many of these companies are there?"

“Very spread out and”

Old Carl looked around vigilantly again, leaned into Allen's ear and said, "A large part of it is Jewish property."

"Well I see."

Allen frowned. Many people don't understand why this group of people hate them. This is the reason. The root cause of many disasters is what they provoked.
It's all about the money!
"Let's keep an eye on it slowly. If there is a trend, just take a look. How is the acquisition of the production line?"

"We're talking about this. We don't buy much. Those small factories have different production lines and models. It's too troublesome to put them together. At present, we are only talking about medium-sized factories."

"Row!"

Alan was about to say something when the fishing rod on the hook suddenly moved slightly. Old Carl reached out to take it, held the fishing rod firmly and handed it to Alan.

The fish in this kind of stream is basically eaten by no one now, anyway, the locals don't eat it, and they have many spines.

outsider.
There are very few outsiders in Wales.

Allen pulled hard, and he didn't pay attention to any tricks to tease the fish. It was a simple and rough deadlift. A small white strip about the length of a palm was pulled out of the water. He just took off the hook and was about to throw it back into the river. A fat and white figure flew behind Allen silently, flicked its wings twice and passed Allen at a slow speed, grabbed the fish in Allen's hand with one paw, and was about to fly away with two strong wings.

"You silly bird, what are you doing eating this? Is it dirty?"

Allen looked at what Xiao Huang was not active, he was the most active in eating, and he was so fat, he still ate.

And he ate it secretly, looking at its fat figure, he cursed.

Who knows, Xiao Huang, who was about to fly away, made a big turn and flew back again. When passing by Alan, he threw the caught and dying little fish beside Alan's lounge chair, and then flopped about two times. The lower wings landed, and he tilted his head and looked at Allen just like that.

"It's almost fucking dead, what's the use of you giving it to me!"

Gently rubbing the fluffy bird's head, Allen saw its curious look, stood up and took the small fish to rinse in the stream, cut off the head with a knife, and handed it only the body of the fish.

Xiao Huang held the fish body in one mouthful, raised his head, moved his neck and swallowed forcefully, Alan seemed to hear an exaggerated swallowing sound, and then...
The little fish was swallowed just like that.

"Go away! Play by yourself!"

Seeing that the silly bird hadn't tasted the fish after eating the fish, and was still waiting for Alan to fish with a cute face, Alan waved his hand and let it play by itself.

"Do you know why I called you back this time?"

Old Carl looked curiously at the fat bird and didn't fly. Allen told it to go, and it really jumped and ran away with its legs crossed like a wild chicken. It was Allen's voice that brought old Carl back to his senses.

"Huh? What do you think, master?"

Old Carl thought for a while, nothing major has happened recently.
Theoretically speaking, if there are some trivial matters that are not urgent, there is no need to ask him to fly back. These things can be sent back by email or fax.

"Recently, the rumors have passed, but I have been unhappy in my heart!"

Allen touched the recliner, took out a small notebook and handed it to Old Carl.

After taking the thin notebook, old Carl leaned his neck back slightly, his eyes narrowed, he was getting old and a bit presbyopic.

There was nothing written in the notebook, but newspaper clippings.

It's a picture of several black people, and some of their remarks in the newspaper.

Seeing this stuff, old Karl understood what was going on.

My young master is small-minded, which is well known to everyone. These are the people who accused him of yin and yang a while ago, but I didn't expect the young master to cut up the newspaper and paste it on the notebook.

this hatred
Not too small!
To be missed so much by an earl, these black people are like smoke from their ancestral graves!

"What do you mean, master?"

After closing the notebook, Old Carl asked cautiously.

"People are always responsible for their own words, everyone is the same!"

Hanging a little bit of bait on the fishhook in his hand, he threw the fishhook into the water again, put down the fishing rod, Alan sat down again, and glanced at Old Carl.

"I have endured it for more than a month! Now that the public opinion has passed, I want to smash them to pieces!"

Licking his lips, Allen added: "Not only themselves, but also their families! These American bastards, think that I can't do anything to them across the Atlantic Ocean?"

"I want you to let them taste the pain and despair, can you do it?"

Listening to Allen's cold voice, old Carl swallowed.

(End of this chapter)