Father Green

Chapter 43: There is still a dream, what if it comes true? !
"Hey, poor guy." Then the brawny man grinned, "But this kid is good enough, he's a man! He's been raising a family for several years at such a young age."

Charlotte never expected that "Violent Jack" in the youth team would have such a miserable life experience.

"Poor enough," murmured Charlotte.

"This kid is real. I originally planned to let him work in a shipyard in Plymouth, and the salary is not bad. But this bastard told me what dreams are. What is the dream? Can you eat it?" The old alcoholic was obviously dissatisfied with Jack's ungratefulness .

dream?

Yes, dream!
Charlotte almost forgot this word. When he came to Southampton, he kept looking forward and backward, forgetting his original intention and dream.

Of course, Charlotte knew what Jack's dream was, it must be football, otherwise why didn't he go out earlier to concentrate on studying or find a job after being judged by the youth team coach and director of youth training to have little future?

You know, his family is not an ordinary family situation.

Unexpectedly, this guy taught him a lesson today, Charlotte shook her head and smiled wryly.

"Dreams are still necessary, what if they come true by accident?" Charlotte smiled and left the dilapidated repair shop.

The old alcoholic was taken aback for a moment, and then whispered to Charlotte's leaving back: "There are problems, who cares about dreams these days, of course bread and whiskey are the realities."

As he said that, he took a sip of Scotch whiskey on the toolbox, raised his neck and took a sip. He waited for the wine to flow down his throat, like hot coals flowing into his stomach, before he let out a satisfied breath.

"The original whiskey is the best, the one with ice cubes and soda water is too good." The old alcoholic took another sip: "By the way, that guy just now looks familiar."

Putting down the bottle, he shook his head and turned to look for the No. 34 wrench that Jack didn't find.

Charlotte swept away the previous haze, and her whole body became more confident, as if she had found something she had lost before.

Charlotte who returned to the "Imperial Palace" did not go to the training ground to watch the recovery training led by the assistant coach, but went to the "Harem" - the base of the youth team.

Found youth training director Les Reid.

"Hey, Les, let's talk about life and ideals." Charlotte pushed Les Reed's office away with a smile.

Les Reed looked confused: "."

Of course, Charlotte will not chat with Les Reid about life and ideals, but about youth team player Jack Stephens. By the way, let’s take a look at the last time Kareem Chambers retreated to play full-back How is the situation.

And Jack Stephens, who was fined for running a lap for being late, didn't notice that his future was being decided in a room on the third floor of the office building.

After half an hour.

"Mr. Charlotte, I reserve my opinion on Jack, but as the head coach of the team, you have the right to guide the youth team." Les Reid said to Charlotte with a wry smile.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Les Reed, Charlotte focused her eyes on Jack Stephens who was running around the track outside, as if she saw herself who resolutely went to Germany to study alone with a dream in mind.

It's just that Jack's figure is much taller than him. This is not because Jack is six centimeters taller than Charlotte's 1.8 meters, but because some other reasons that Charlotte can't explain clearly.

"Trust me, trust me, Les." Charlotte murmured.

As if telling Les Reed, as if telling himself.

Jack Stephens spent the day's training with apprehension, and was late again in the morning without any accident.And the head coach Jason Dodd, who looks almost as vicious as an old alcoholic, also let him run around for physical punishment without any surprise.

Hey, this guy really has well-developed limbs and a simple mind. It's not like he doesn't know that his physical fitness is well-known in the team. What's the difference between being punished and not being punished?
But will they terminate my contract?This is a big deal. You must know that even the weekly salary of the youth team contract is [-] pounds a week. For me, this is not a small amount of income.

And where can we go without Southampton?I really like football.Portsmouth?Brighton?Bournemouth?

Southampton's youth training is well-known in England. If he can't get a professional contract here, it will be even more impossible in other places. If it weren't for Southampton's gold-lettered signboard, he wouldn't have gotten along with him in the first place. My sister came here from Plymouth.

The neighbors nearby are very nice. They give me some necessities from time to time. They also help take care of my sister when I am working part-time and playing football. They are really very good people.

Hey, what else can I do after being rejected by Southampton?How about going to the shipyard that the old drunkard said.

When the day's training was over, Jack Stephens received a notice from Les Reed, the director of youth training, asking him to go to the office.

"It's over, it's over, what should come will still come." Jack walked towards the administrative office building with a tragic mood.

The taste is quite similar to when Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and once the strong man is gone, he will never return.".

Although he didn't know who Jing Ke was.

To his surprise, it was not the ordinary staff of the club, nor the two Southampton youth team bosses, Les Reed and Jason Dodd, who received him.
"Hello, Jack. I'm Charlotte, the head coach of the first team. I don't know if you knew me before, but it doesn't matter. You will know me after today starts."

Oh hell, sacking a 17-year-old with little potential in the youth team needs to call on a first-team manager? ?

Jack's whole body is not well, with a dazed look on his face.

He is small, only 17 years old, but he is not stupid.He would definitely not naively think that he was transferred to the first team. Now the first team's midfielder, even the substitute Dan Haroldin, who has hardly played on the bench, will leave him several blocks away.

What does this mean? ? !
When Charlotte handed Jack a few pages of A4 documents, Jack was even more confused.

Nima, you need a two-page contract to cancel a youth team contract?The world of adults. I don't understand!
"This is a new contract. I noticed that your previous contract is about to expire next year, so I have prepared a new contract for you. Take a closer look and see if you have any suggestions."

new contract?
new contract? ?

new contract! ! ! !

Jack's eyes widened, and he looked at two places. One was that the weekly salary had changed from the previous fifty pounds to 220 pounds, a fourfold increase! !The other is the length of the contract, which is four years.

"If there is no problem." Charlotte hadn't finished speaking, and now it was his turn to widen his eyes.

Without saying a word, Jack pushed away Les Reed beside him, as if the uncle who was the best to him in the club became a hindrance to his fortune, and then unceremoniously picked up Les Reed The pen on the table signed his name on the new contract.

"Um..." Looking at Jack who handed the other two copies of the contract in triplicate to him, Charlotte was dumbfounded.

Les Reed was also confused, Nima, why is the atmosphere a bit weird today.

In fact, Jack was afraid that the other party would go back on his word, so he quickly signed the new contract.You must know that the weekly salary of 220 pounds belongs to the ranks of the top salary in the entire youth team. Of course, the few monsters who were raised for the first team training before are not counted. They are all very famous future stars in the team.

Carefully putting his own contract into his trouser pocket, Jack glanced at Charlotte, and then at the gate.

This look.
The meaning is obvious - if there is nothing else, I will go home.

"This brat." Charlotte was speechless, even more speechless than Jack who didn't say a word.