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Chapter 5 Longevity, Wenger is coming to snatch someone

Before the first half was over, everyone was numb.

Isabella took out her mobile phone and called Lin Ming.

Lin Ming didn't know what he was busy with, he rang for a long time before answering, and the other end of the phone was still a little noisy, "Honey, what's the matter?"

"Come and see your son."

"Huh?" Knowing that his son was in the competition, Lin Ming's first reaction was to think that he was injured, "Is the situation serious?"

"Very serious."

"Have you been sent to the hospital?" Lin Ming said anxiously, "I'll be right there!"

"Kearney training ground, you'd better hurry up," Isabella said slyly, "or you may regret it for the rest of your life."

After finishing speaking, without giving her husband a chance to respond, she immediately hung up the phone, and when she turned around, she found that everyone around her was looking at her strangely.

Well, to be precise, it's behind me.

She turned, and a face that almost everyone in England knew came into view.

Isabella knew that what should come still came.

"Sorry, ma'am," Wenger said, "I didn't want to eavesdrop on your conversation, I just wanted to talk to you about your son's future."

Isabella smiled, "Actually, we just talked about this topic with him about an hour, or two hours ago."

"I don't know if there is Arsenal in your plan?"

"Sorry, no, but I don't think it's too late now," Isabella said. "But if I remember correctly, the coach of the team doesn't seem to be able to contact the players in private, right? You know, my child is still at Reading Club The guy, well, even though he can't even make the bench for the first team."

The last sentence is somewhat personal.

My son, my son who is so good, you actually put him on the youth team, and he is still on the youth team's bench, what do you think? !
It deserves to be at the bottom of the Premier League!

"I just saw a very interesting boy and wanted to make friends with him. That's all. It doesn't matter whether he is a player or not." In fact, it's already rotten, "Of course, if he happens to be a player, I can't help it. The Football Association doesn't stipulate that an old man cannot be friends with a player."

"Yes, I think he is definitely willing to have such a friend. Although the age gap between you is too big, it seems that this is not the right occasion?"

"No, this is the best occasion. Since I am here today, it is impossible to let him join other teams," Wenger said, "His first professional contract in life should be with Arsenal. It's the best choice."

"Sorry, according to Chinese tradition, the male leads the outside and the female leads the inside," Isabella said calmly, "This matter has to be left to my husband to decide, of course, the most important thing is my son's wish, Although I know he can't refuse to make friends with such a respectable old man like you."

"Maybe you should call your lover right now and tell him that there is an old man waiting for him in the office at the Kearney training base," Wenger said with a smile. "Does he like coffee or tea? I have a new one." A bottle of red wine, the taste is quite good, maybe he will like it, well, Ferguson sent it, to be honest, he is not very good, but there are quite a few good ones."

"Sorry, he drives, and he can't sleep at night after drinking coffee." It is the consensus of the whole world not to drink while driving, and not to drink while driving.

Wenger lied naturally, "Understood, I actually like drinking tea too."

Cox naturally also saw Wenger talking to Isabella, of course he knew what the old man was doing.

"Quick! Call!" Cox almost growled to his assistant coach, "Tell Bryan that Wenger is coming to grab someone!"

Brian McDermott, Reading's current coach, but if the team's performance does not improve, he may soon become the former Reading coach.

After the call was made, the assistant coach explained the matter clearly in a few words, but McDermott thought they were crazy, and said in an unhappy tone: "Are you sure it's not a coincidence?"

Cox snatched the phone, "Fucking coincidence, that kid scored five goals in the half! Five...well, it's six now! Are you doubting my eyes or my IQ? "

"I see, I'll think about it."

Hang up the phone, the first half is over.

There is actually another similar call, which happened between the parents of a Reading youth team player and another Ferguson.

"...Mr. Martin, hello, I'm Hans... no, not for the weekend party, and not for Lake... I just think you should come to the Kearney training ground now, I really can't believe my own Eyes... A kid, he scored five Arsenal goals at half time... No, it's certainly not April Fool's day, it's not a trial, it's a youth team game, oh shit, he scored again, Arsenal defender Is it all wood... What? You can't enter the Kearney training ground? Why? You are the last person they welcome... I probably understand... Well, I will, don't worry."

Hans hung up the phone, pondered what to say, and walked towards Isabella.

"Hello, Ms. Isa," Hans said politely, "I'm Hans, we've met, I'm Lake's father, just..."

"Number 6, I know," Isabella said, "Your son is an outstanding leader, and Lin Yun is also a very good friend."

"Thank you, Lake is indeed outstanding, but compared to Lin..." Hans smiled wryly and shook his head, "Can you take a step to talk?"

"Can I ask what's the matter first?"

"About your son's future."

"..." Why do so many people care about my son's future today.

The two found a place away from the crowd, and Hans said, "Actually, I'm Ferguson's friend, Martin Ferguson. I think you should know him."

"Of course, it's hard for me not to know."

Martin Ferguson, brother of Sir Alex Ferguson, chief scout for Manchester United.

Manchester United can achieve the name of the Red Devils, this gentleman has an indelible credit.

"I'll just say it straight," Hans said, "I saw that Wenger was talking to you just now. If I'm not mistaken, he should want to sign Lin, but Ferguson is also very interested in your son. Of course, he I only listened to my report, but I believe that as long as Lin can play half of this game, then he can conquer the most discerning scouts and managers in the entire Premier League."

"Thank you, Mr. Hans, I remember."

"Then I gave Mr. Lin Ming's number to Martin? He should contact you soon."

Isabella thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome, if you can," Hans shrugged, "If Lin can really enter Manchester United, I'm talking about becoming the main force of Manchester United, I hope one day he can help Lake, you know, that kid is Manchester United fans, the biggest dream in this life is to be able to put on the Manchester United jersey."

"Sorry, even if my son becomes the main force of Manchester United, even if he wears Manchester United's No. 7, it may not be of much help to you. You know, you and Martin Ferguson are friends, but you still can't change anything."

"Well, I was naive. In football, we still have to rely on strength," Hans sighed. "But I still sincerely hope that Lin can join the team that suits him best, whether it's Reading, Arsenal or Manchester United."

"Thank you, I also wish Lake can realize his dream."

(End of this chapter)