i am beckham

Chapter 46 The Pilot of the Fighting Nation
Manchester United's plane landed in Moscow after nearly three hours of dangling in the air from Amsterdam.

Sleepy-eyed, Beckham walked into the restroom of the terminal building, patted his face with cold water, adjusted his hair, and glanced at himself in the mirror.

Well, handsome, confident, refreshing, a handsome guy.

When he came back from the bathroom, he found that his teammates had messy hairstyles, reflective cheeks, disheveled clothes, and backpacks on their bodies. They looked like skilled workers who came to Moscow to work.

Instead, Ferguson was giving out chewing gum to the staff in high spirits.

The old man always has endless chewing gum on his body, and his cheeks can be seen moving anytime and anywhere, just like a camel.

Of course, he didn't dare to say this, at most he just thought about it.

Gary Neville looked at Beckham, then at the teammates around him, seemed to have realized something, and immediately walked to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he tidied himself up neatly, walked with his back straight, and even sat in a chair to make himself look good.

After a while, Mei Mao came to chat with Beckham.

Because of the language barrier, the few hairy girls who came here in a row all came here in good spirits and returned in disappointment.

Beckham didn't feel that he was indifferent to others, on the contrary, his smile was always on his face, and his muscles felt a little stiff.

It’s really because the game of guessing and guessing by you is too exhausting. I heard that it’s too exhausting to wait here for fourteen hours and chat with others non-stop. It’s better to read the newspaper and sleep again.

Since he started reading newspapers, what should the hairy girls do, why did they go.

Very sensible!

Not to mention, most of the Russian media are quite polite and don't bother him when they see him reading a newspaper.

Hmm. Why does it feel like there are hairy girls all over the mountains and plains, men?
Beckham glanced at the newspaper from time to time, and he found that the proportion of men and women in the terminal building was not normal, and the proportion of women was more visible to the naked eye, not normal.

Even Gary Neville is practicing oral English with a girl who looks like a doll.

He can attract girls, which shows how serious the phenomenon of less wolves and more meat in the terminal building is, and the oversupply situation should not be too obvious.

But because of Maomei's limited vocabulary, the content of the conversation between the two has been stagnant in the situational dialogue of the 10-year-old age group.

Can't drive, can't hint, what's the difference from playing house with children?
But Gary Neville was very patient and pretended to be a gentleman, helping Maomei to correct her pronunciation from time to time.

Girl!It seems that you really have never seen the world. Didn't you catch the Manchester accent spoken by the sanctimonious guy opposite you?

What a dialect!

With this oral practice for a while, Mei Mao's oral English in this life can be regarded as ruined.

Gary Neville proudly raised his head towards him, as if he was showing off his charm.

Didn't you say that your love died on the plane?

How long has it been since you found true love again?
Your love doesn't seem to be worth much
Beckham didn't bother to pay attention to him, this kid was still too young, he just came out to see the world.

He turned his attention to the others, and Bruce called Giggs over to play poker with a few veteran players.

It is said that everyone will stay for 14 hours in several games, and playing poker is just a good way to kill time.

Seeing that Giggs lost a bag when he came up, I always felt that several other people were playing hooks.

The Welsh boy's face gradually turned black, and with his budget-conscious way of living, Beckham felt that his heart should be bleeding.

Ryan Giggs looked serious, focused and devoted, but still couldn't stop losing money.

Although his attitude is pious and pious, it still can't change the rhythm of his continuous loss.

After watching a few rounds, Beckham felt that if he continued to play like this, he would squander his salary for this week in a few hours.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only focus on the newspaper in his hand.

After a quick scan of several newspapers, he found a very interesting phenomenon. Several national newspapers can do something when they report on Manchester United.

It can be seen that they each have their own news channels, and the news they get is quite reliable.

The only exclusive "Manchester Evening News" reports Manchester United's news with a lack of language and outdated information.

Oh, I remembered, their source of news was blocked by the old man.

It can only be blamed on their reporters, who conducted a poll at the end of the first round of the league titled "Should Ferguson Get Out?"

The topic has such a strong subjective tendency, the result is self-evident, the newspaper said that nearly 60% of Manchester United fans think Ferguson should get out.

This wave of operations is tantamount to breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, directly screwing up Ferguson, or blowing up his hair.

The old man held a special meeting to warn everyone: "Anyone who dares to disclose any information to that reporter, I will set him free."

That reporter has been inventing and creating news for nearly two weeks, and the news is edited like shit. If this continues, his job may not be guaranteed.

After reading the interesting news, Beckham put the pillow on one end of the chair and fell asleep not long after.

After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up by Kean's sharp voice.

This guy's voice can always remind Beckham of the scene when the teacher used chalk on the blackboard to make a "sizzling" sound when he was in school.

Giggs is still playing, but his face has improved a lot. It seems that he has formed a stalemate with others during this time.

It's not easy!Those old clappers were obviously playing tricks on him. He not only went to the meeting alone, but also formed a stalemate with the other party in terms of momentum.

No wonder this kid is so good at being extraordinary, he seems to like the joyful feeling of breaking into the enemy's line alone, rushing left and right.

Not far away, Gary Neville also fell asleep. I don't know how far he has talked with the doll.

There is a high probability that there will be no progress. With his easily excited personality, if he has progress, he will not be as crazy as a dog. He will spread his charm all over the world, and then he will show his good looks in Versailles and step on his teammates.

This kid has not yet realized that only by acknowledging the strength of the opponent can he add glory to his victory.

And Gary obviously didn't realize that the importance of picking up girls is to "adjust measures to local conditions". British women generally like gentlemen, humorous, and attractive men, but if they want a quick success, a strong, expressive man has more opportunities.

Russian women like well-educated men because men here are generally rude, domineering, and drink a lot.

Hmm. If you drug the opponent, it will definitely not work, because these are all newspapers use to deceive people.

The best way is to pretend to be invisible and let them know that they are rich.

Don't ask me how I know, it's guesswork.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be too much, nouveau riche will be unwelcome wherever they go.

The average income of the local people should not be high. If you tell a hairy girl that your house is worth tens of millions of rubles, the other party will definitely think you are a liar.

Just let them know that they drive to and from get off work, eat steak every day, live in a three-story house, and have a warehouse full of potatoes, and that's it.

Beckham stopped his wild thoughts. After all, he was crossing the river by feeling the stones, and he relied on his face to pick up girls.

Outstanding talent obviously inhibits his technical improvement space.

All right, continue to sleep.

Just sleep for a while, wake up for a while, and finally waited for the time to take off.

The plane took off again, and Beckham obviously felt that something was wrong, and the pilot was obviously wilder than the previous two planes.

After only half an hour, my brother vomited.

The poor kid will have to suffer if he can't play.

The plane sometimes pulled up and sometimes turned sideways, making all the passengers on the plane afraid to sleep.

After a free-fall landing experience, the plane finally landed.

It has to be said that the pilots of the fighting nation are mighty and majestic.

Beckham recalled that he had no memory of the stewardess's appearance at all in his mind, indicating that during this flight, the will to survive was far greater than the original human motivation.

When everyone walked from the plane to the ground, they saw two big Russian brothers coming out of the cockpit at the same time. They touched each other with half-drunk vodka bottles and shouted heartily: "Ulla!"

What the hell, the fighting nation can't afford to mess with it.
(End of this chapter)