British 1986

A small convoy drove slowly in the distance, led by a black MG, followed by an extremely eye-catching white stretched Lincoln, followed by a Bentley behind the Lincoln, and after that, two MGs.

After the convoy came to a stop, the two cars in the middle, which looked like they were driven by distinguished guests, didn't rush to open the door.

Instead, a few bodyguards got out of the car at the back. Several people spread out and stood guard around the car. One of them held a small instrument in his hand and walked towards little Edwards.

"Hello sir, I need to do a small check-up."

As the bodyguard spoke, without waiting for Little Edwards' consent, he just took the instrument and started scanning him.

This is a simple portable metal detector.

The situation in the outside world is not very optimistic now. A few days ago, there was a vicious incident in Wales where Irish thugs attacked an American reporter. It is understandable that the two nobles should be on guard when traveling.

Little Edwards took a breath and nodded.

This kind of test is actually a bit insulting, but there is nothing you can do about it, the person coming is a noble, and your life is precious.

The instrument swept around Edwards' body without making any abnormal sound. The bodyguard moved two steps further and took the instrument and swept it over Ferguson who was next to him.

"Didi!"

The piercing buzzer made the bodyguard's expression change. Ferguson grinned, took out a stainless steel whistle from his clothes, shook it at the bodyguard and said, "Don't be nervous, it should be this thing."

The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, skipped the whistle and glanced at 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, it was finally confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the last staff member. The bodyguard did not return to the car, but stood very professionally behind them all and gestured in the direction of the car.

Little Edwards turned his head and looked at this scene, smacking his lips a little. He had been in contact with a nobleman before, Duke Angus, but judging from his title, he was considered a high-level nobleman!

Although as a local, Little Edwards also knew that Duke Angus was in a very poor state, but there was absolutely no such bodyguard around Duke Angus.

Look at this figure, and look at this style, he is very professional, even after the test is completed, he will stay where he is to monitor them, leaving no room for them.

Today, little Edwards has learned a lot. Is this the difference between the top traditional nobles and the down-and-out nobles?

Except for the white stretched Lincoln, the rest of the team looked very low-key.

But within this low-key, just look at the entourage brought by the earl, and you will know the earl's living standard.

As the bodyguard in charge of the inspection made a gesture, several more bodyguards got out of the car, and then, a fat man with a beer belly got out of the white Lincoln.

Little Edwards recognized at a glance that this was the Duke of Angus, wasn't he?

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

After getting out of the car, Duke Angus did not rush toward them. Instead, he stood beside the car, bent over and stretched out his hand toward the inside, as if he was helping the people inside to get out of the car.

His posture is not that of a duke, but rather that of a waiter.

"Who is this?"

"He is the Duke of Angus. Has the Duke of Manchester heard of him?"

"This is it?"

Ferguson was a little stunned. The 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 did not explain to him.

Not to mention that the Duke of Angus helped the earl get out of the car today, he would not be surprised if he helped a knight get out of the car one day.

Personally, Edwards Jr. and Angus were fairly familiar.

They both live in the same area, are considered fellow villagers, and have the same hobbies.

They both like blonde girls with big boobs.

Moreover, we have played together before, so we are considered brothers-in-law. We have practiced stick skills in the same cave, so we are considered to be like-minded people.

It was also through this relationship that Angus personally came forward to introduce Edwards to Alan.

"Haha, my brother, we meet again. Is this the new coach? What is his name? Gershon? Oh, Ferguson?! Haha, let me introduce to you, this is the Earl of Carmarthen, Allen ·Hill, have you heard of it?”

Angus finally helped Alan get out of the car. It was not particularly convenient for the extended Lincoln to get out of the car. There were no double doors, only a small back door.

Walking up to little Edwards, Duke Angus, who was very enthusiastic towards everyone, gave him a big hug first and pointed at Ferguson. He didn't remember his name for a while and smiled apologetically at Ferguson. After smiling, he stuck his butt out and turned around with his left hand to introduce the person to them.

Today, Allen is dressed more casually. Unlike Angus, who is dressed in a suit and leather shoes even though the weather outside is very hot. Allen is wearing a blue and white color-blocked sports coat. The fabric is very thin and looks a bit like It's sun protection clothing.

He was wearing a pair of light-colored leggings sports pants and sports shoes on his feet.

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

But even in this outfit, little Edwards didn't dare to look down upon it at all.

This face has been very popular recently. It looks a bit more handsome than the one on TV, but it lacks the gentle smile seen on TV.

Following Angus' introduction, Allen stood still, raised his right forearm slightly, and just stretched out his hand to signal.

Ferguson was a little stunned when he saw this scene.

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

When normal people shake hands, everyone stretches out their right arm and holds each other's hands. The left hand that has a better relationship can pat the other person's arm or give a gentle hug.

But the count in front of him stood still, with the upper part of his arm motionless, and only stretched out his forearm. This is the way a noble shakes hands with ordinary people.

In this case, the person shaking hands 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 people will be too close, which will appear very rude.

But once you bow, it doesn't look like a regular handshake.

This is an aristocratic handshake. He shakes your hand just out of politeness, but even if he shakes his hand, it is full of distance and superiority.

Little Edwards had heard of this method before, but this was the first time he encountered this situation in reality. He took a deep breath, with a humble smile on his face, and took two steps forward, his left hand feeling natural. Put it on your chest, bend down slightly, stretch your right hand, and shake hands with Allen.

"Dear Earl, welcome to visit Manchester Football Club. Just call me Little Edwards."

Allen looked at little Edwards with his head down expressionlessly. When he raised his head, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "Oh, I heard Duke Angus talk about you on the road. Your family is very good. For 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 and stood to the left of Allen. His eyes signaled Ferguson to come over to greet him. Duke Angus might not care about this kind of thing, but the earl in front of him, see His power is not comparable to that of the Duke of Angus.

"Uh, hello, Earl. Nice to meet you. I'm Ferguson, the current head coach of the team." Ferguson imitated Edwards, trotted up to Allen, nodded and stretched out his right hand. Bend down and shake hands.

"good."

Allen also smiled at Ferguson, but he only said hello and had no further words.

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

"Okay, then you get busy first."

"Sir, shall we visit the Honor Room first?"

Little Edwards saw that Duke Angus ignored him after introducing him, and his scalp felt numb.

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

He didn't think about resisting or anything. It would be good for the club to welcome a new sponsor now, and he didn't have the capital to resist.

But now that they have met, although Mr. Allen just smiled at him, the sense of nobility and oppression was completely different from when he came into contact with Angus before!

In this comparison, Duke Angus looks like a fake aristocrat, too easy-going and close to the people!

As for the person in front of him, his sense of alienation and oppression made little Edwards very uncomfortable.

"Okay, lead the way!"

In fact, Allen has no desire to visit any Hall of Honor.

He doesn't understand these things either, so he just takes it as a show.

As little Edwards walked in front as a guide and personally introduced to Allen the short stories behind each trophy, Allen glanced at Ferguson who was following silently behind him out of the corner of his eye.

This famous Lafayette is just thirty years old now. He is still young. His appearance is barely one-tenth of his own appearance. He is still quite handsome.

He just doesn't dare to complain when his temper is a bit bad, but he can remain silent and a bit childish.

After visiting the Honor Room, there was nothing else to visit, and the group came to the court below.

The current Old Trafford stadium has not been renovated, and the equipment is from decades ago. It is a bit insulting to say that it is a vegetable patch, but it looks like that.

Allen walked in front with his hands behind his back, turned to Ferguson who was following behind and said nothing, "Walk with me!"

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Ferguson was stunned when he heard Allen's voice, a little disbelieving. He looked at Allen and then at little Edwards next to him. Under the encouraging eyes of little Edwards, he jogged a few steps to keep up with Allen.

The two of them left the entourage behind them in silence.

When he was far away, Allen stopped, looked at the court, and said, "I heard from Duke Angus that you just joined the team and your results in leading the team are not good. Do you have any ideas in the future?"

Ferguson's mouth twitched. He looked like the owner of this piece, which was very aristocratic. He just looked around without asking the price or discussing the acquisition. It was as if Manchester United had already acquired it, which made Ferguson very uncomfortable.

After holding his breath and refusing to speak, Ferguson prepared to talk about some professional topics so that the domineering Earl would 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 emphasis on physical confrontation, and take a technical route. Spain, you know, right? What about their team?" A technology flow route.”

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

Allen didn't answer the question a bit. He really didn't understand technology, but he heard Ferguson talking about Spain.

He has an acquaintance in Spain!

As long as Ferguson wants it, he can help with the logistics and poach whoever he wants.

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Ferguson almost lost his breath. He talked with the earl about technology, the earl talked with him about connections, and the earl directly moved the Spanish princess out. What else could he say?

But what the two people said happened to be somewhat related.

Ferguson thought that Allen was going to help him recruit people, but now England has very strict requirements for foreign players, plus he can't participate in European competitions, even if he recruits people, what's the use? What he wants is the system, the whole person he has cultivated since childhood A whole system of youth teams, youth teams, and adult teams.

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

"I know! I just don't understand very well, but I don't like to get involved in these things. As long as you understand, I will help you make up for whatever you are missing. But if the things you are missing are made up, if you still can't do it, it will be you. Is this the reason for your own problem?"

"this"

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

Whatever is lacking, make up for it. If everything is done and nothing works, that means the person is not good enough.

What should I do if I can’t do it?

Pack your bags and get out.

As for technology, this or that, Your Excellency doesn't care at all. That's just one sentence. Whatever is lacking, make up for it. Technology is his business, Ferguson!

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

Such domineering words left Ferguson speechless, but he also felt ashamed of his petty thoughts.

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

But this Excellency simply admitted that he did not understand, but he did not just point fingers and was very generous.

This makes people have a bit of a love-hate relationship.

"Okay! Your Excellency, I will try my best to do it, but things like the system will not be effective in a short period of time. Players must adapt. The cooperation between players relies on a large number of games to accumulate from."

"hehe."

Allen folded his arms. He was taller than Ferguson. He lowered his head slightly and looked down at Ferguson. "It's still the same sentence. Whether it's results or the tactics you mentioned, this is all your business. It's your business." You have to prove your ability to me, not ask me to understand you, do you understand? Only when you show your own value can you be qualified for me to understand you. "