British 1986

Finally, he found a godfather for his child. Gerald was in a good mood and followed Alan to Angus. Whoever he saw on the way, Duke Gerald nodded and smiled at them. Several minor noble councilors present were somewhat flattered.

What happened to the richest Duke today?

They cannot understand how a father in his forties feels about having a son.

Allen couldn't tell what he was feeling right now. He came to the meeting happily, but as soon as he got here, a man pulled him to give away his godson and money.

He was so enthusiastic that he was too embarrassed to refuse, so he could only use the spirit of Ah Q to comfort himself. Anyway, now he has raised two naughty children. Herding one sheep is herding, herding two sheep is herding, and he has multiple godsons. It doesn’t matter, at most I’ll have an extra pair of knives and forks at home in the future.

Besides, the child is still young now, and it will take a few years to raise him.

It seems reasonable and reasonable for a king's bodyguard family and a king's groom family to come together, but now this groom family is getting along too well, which is a bit weird.

However, I was about to arrange the business in India. When I fell asleep, I happened to find a pillow. The Duke of Westminster reimbursed his own land and factory building first. This is a bit embarrassing. If possible, .

Allen wants to have more parents like him who can give him money and others in the future. This fucking godson makes him more money than he has made in several years of business. This is so cool.

If everyone is like him, then in the future he will build a school in Wales specifically to recognize his son. Isn't this more profitable than doing business?

"Are you done talking?" Duke Angus looked at Gerald's red face and knew that the result was as he wished.

"Haha. The closing ceremony is over today. Don't leave. Go to my place!"

Gerald made a big deal and extended invitations to the Duke of Angus and the Duke of Kent. He still held Alan with his left hand, as if he would not come home until he was drunk tonight.

"I have to go back overnight, I have something to do over there."

Allen refused without thinking. He couldn't hang out with a bunch of old men. What's the point in going to a party at home and just drinking and eating without even a girl?

"look at you."

Just when Angus was about to scold Alan a few more times, he saw the door of the lounge opened again, and a waiter trotted up to the Duke of Kent with brisk steps and whispered something.

"Let's go. His Majesty is already here. Let's go to the meeting!"

The Duke of Kent interrupted the conversation of several people, waved his hand like a big brother, and asked the waiter to lead the way and walk at the front.

With his hands hanging slightly by his side, Allen stood upright and looked at the back of Duke Angus's head not far in front of him. It was quite like the teacher standing on the podium during class, and the students below pretended to be listening. Seriously.

at this time

The queen, wearing a turquoise suit, was sitting on the throne on the stage, and the British national anthem "God Save the Queen" was playing in the background.

Everyone stood up and sang the national anthem to the Queen.

Allen also hummed softly, and while humming, he secretly glanced at the queen on the stage with his peripheral vision.

The national anthem of Great Britain is very flexible. Even though its current name is "God Save the Queen", if a few words and titles were changed when the male monarch was in power, the song would become "God Save the King". It is not fixed, but changes with the gender of the reigning monarch, which is how to assess the situation.

In the foreseeable future, this song will probably be changed to "God Save the King" in a few decades.

Moreover, the content of this national anthem is a bit fucked up. The first part is about boasting and blessing the Queen, while the second part is a bit cruel, clearly referring to Scotland. The general idea can be understood as that if the other party rebels, they must be like the old marshal and do it hard. them.

I wonder how the Scots would feel if they sang such a great British song on a formal occasion?

Do it yourself?

Thinking of this, Allen glanced at the Scottish nobles in the distance again. As expected, they had indifferent faces and just hummed.

Although this is the national anthem of Great Britain, Great Britain understands it all.

This song is only officially recognized as the national anthem of the British Empire. If you break it down, the four handsome guys who make up the United Kingdom of Great Britain each have their own national anthem. Well, no, it should be the national anthem.

Anyway, as long as it is not a formal and necessary occasion, under normal circumstances, the official national anthem "God Save the Queen" is rarely used in the UK. On the contrary, the previous overseas colonies still use this national anthem.

Today's House of Lords was particularly solemn. After the song was sung, the nobles were able to take their seats. The Queen spoke a few words with a half-smile until the end.

"Next year is a new chapter, and a new era is coming."

Hearing this, Allen glanced at the queen on the stage again. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He clearly saw a smile on her face, but this smile looked fake. It was the kind of smile that was superficial but not smiling. a feeling of.

Allen knew what she was talking about. There was something. Although many people later said that it was not very sudden, but if you look closely and slowly, you will see that it is not that it did not happen suddenly, but that it must have disappeared, but the process was too fast. It exceeded many people’s expectations, that’s all.

For some people, it would be easy for God to know the inside story earlier. Although the Queen did not explicitly say why it was a new era, everyone in the audience probably knew what she was talking about.

No wonder the Queen has to attend the closing ceremony in person today. It would be inconsistent with her personality if she didn't come out and say something at such an important time.

After the queen finished speaking, Allen quickly took the lead in applauding, doing his job well, and then welcomed Boss Cha to the stage. He would stand next to the queen and continue to say a few words.

Today's closing ceremony of the National Assembly is more formal than solemn.

Anyway, on the surface, he didn't say anything useful, but after listening to it, he felt like he had said everything. There was a sense of relief, sadness, and confusion about the future between the lines. Anyway, until the end of the Congress, Allen was a little lost.

Now

He didn't know how to describe his mood, whether he should be happy or sad.

He just felt that the place was far away from him, and he didn't feel deeply about it. He felt a bit like a trap, and just watched history progress quietly.

"You really don't want to come with us?"

Angus looked at Allen, who had a depressed expression, and didn't take it seriously. He thought he was about to fall asleep after listening to it.

"I'm not going, you guys can play, I have something to do when I get back, so I'm leaving first!"

Allen waved his hand, and without waiting for Angus to persuade him, he nodded to Gerald who had not yet come out from the distance, and made a gesture as a farewell.

Monday, December 23, 1991.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, a silver-gray Rover 800 drove slowly to the entrance of the manor. Ferguson pressed down the window, glanced at the doorman, and said with a warm smile on his face: "I was invited by your Excellency to attend today's Christmas banquet. , this is an invitation, and sitting behind it are two little guys, both players of the team."

The doorman remained expressionless as always. He looked at Ferguson carefully and then at the invitation. He still had an impression of the football coach. He walked closer to the car and looked at the two teenagers sitting in the back seat. One was a blond boy. The young man was looking around curiously, while the other young man with black hair looked a little reserved, especially when he saw the way the guard looked at him, he quickly lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.

With this attitude, you can tell he is Welsh!

"snort."

The doorman snorted lightly and didn't care. He waved his hand for Ferguson to come in and said a lesson: "Park the car in the parking lot. Why are you here so late? Next time you are invited, you have to arrive in advance. Do you understand?!"

"Understand, understand. We drove over from Manchester early in the morning. The road was a little difficult. It won't happen next time."

Ferguson nodded awkwardly. The doorman was unusual. He only said a few words and he didn't dare to talk back.

The blond boy in the back seat looked strange and glanced at Ferguson strangely. His head coach usually had a bad temper when he was at the club. He had never seen him so peaceful before.

Ferguson restarted his car. As soon as he entered the gate of the manor, he saw a bodyguard-looking man patrolling with a big dog. When passing by their car, the big dog subconsciously bared its teeth at them. .

Pointing to the big dog that had passed by, Ferguson smiled and said to the two people behind the car: "Did you see it? It's an ordinary patrol dog, but do you know how much its monthly salary is?"

"One hundred pounds?"

The blond boy had a cheerful personality, far less dull than the black-haired boy next to him.

"Huh, one hundred pounds? Eight hundred pounds! This is last year's monthly salary. I don't know if it will increase this year."

"Eight hundred pounds?"

The blond boy was slightly startled. He was still signing a student contract. There was no salary, only a subsidy. The subsidy was eight hundred pounds per month.

Theoretically speaking, he is about the same as a patrol dog?

The sixteen-year-old blond boy can now receive a monthly subsidy of eight hundred pounds, which was enough for him to be proud of. But today, he came here with the coach to see the world. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the gate of the manor, his pride suddenly disappeared. Crushed by a patrol dog's monthly salary.

The blond boy quickly opened his seat belt, climbed into the back seat, and looked at the patrol dog that was walking away. When will I be able to get thousands of pounds a week like the big guys on the team? salary?

Then pass this dog!

"Hmph, don't look at it. I'm telling you this to let you understand that as long as you follow the right person, even a dog can become extraordinary. Do you understand?!"

Ferguson looked at the two teenagers in the rearview mirror. He had high hopes for both of them. One was the current captain of the youth team, and the other was a very spiritual midfielder. These are the future of Manchester United. Ah, the children are still young and their values ​​​​are not yet mature, but the outside world is changing day by day. They must be allowed to realize the benefits of being in Manchester United early and not become impatient.

"Got it boss!"

The blond boy had a cheerful personality. When Ferguson said this, he turned into a playful smile again. On the contrary, the black-haired boy next to him nodded gently and said nothing.

Wearing a black tuxedo, a white starched shirt, a white bow tie on the collar, and high-waisted black pants, he looked like a standard aristocratic evening dress.

When Ferguson led two young men in small suits to see Allen, Allen was dressed like this. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his right hand. He was very imposing. There were several people in the same brightly dressed surroundings, each in their own small circle, chatting quietly together, while Allen sat alone on the single sofa.

To be honest, the blond boy has heard of Allen's name, but he has no impression of him. The blond boy doesn't like to watch the movies he made, and sometimes he can't understand them. Everyone's aesthetics are still different. .

Now, following the boss, I saw this nobleman for the first time. He felt very strong!

Even if he is sitting there, he will give people this feeling. The shirt fabric on his chest is bulging, and the outline of his chest muscles can be vaguely seen. His hair is combed meticulously, not the kind of mousse. The style is a traditional slicked-back hairstyle that is very retro, very labor-intensive and time-consuming.

In addition, when he was smoking, he seemed to be thinking about something, and his face naturally took on a gloomy look, making him look very imposing.

The blond boy, who was a little jumpy just now, looking around, until he got closer, became like the black-haired boy next to him, and stood behind Ferguson with some restraint.

"Merry Christmas, Your Excellency, I brought two little guys today to show you. This is the future of the team."

Ferguson rubbed his hands, thought for a moment, then stepped forward to pick up the ashtray on the coffee table. When he reached Allen, he said softly, and then naturally squatted next to him, holding the ashtray for convenience. Allen flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

"Oh? Ferguson is here"

Allen came back to his senses, glanced at Ferguson, and then at the two teenagers standing next to him. They couldn't be called teenagers. The British looked older. Judging from their physiques, these two guys were almost the same as adults. , even stronger than adults.

"Your Excellency, this is the captain of the youth team. When you went to watch the game that day, he also played. I don't know if you still remember him. His name is Giggs, Ryan Giggs, and his hometown is Cardiff. Yes, Welsh."

"Oh Welsh?"

Allen subconsciously raised his voice, with a nasal sound at the end.

His tone suddenly changed, and he squinted at the black-haired young man in front of him, Giggs, which actually shocked Giggs.

It wasn't because of his tone of voice, but because of his instinctive fear.

When Giggs was a child, he moved to Manchester with his father when he was six or seven years old. He did not live in Wales for a total of many years.

but!

For children in Wales, when they were disobedient, their families would scare them and tell them that if you disobey again, they would be sent to a certain castle, and the nobles would eat you!

It goes without saying who this child-eating aristocrat is. Although no one has mentioned his name, these are all tricks passed down from generations to scare children. They work every time.