British 1986

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Diana covered her mouth and snickered, sat up straight again, and secretly glanced at the Indian polo players. Looking at their body shapes, she understood what Allen meant.

Technically, as far as Diana knew, Alan didn't play much polo.

Just think about it, a player who has been riding bulls since childhood, how good can his polo skills be?

But Allen has a very reckless temper!

Coupled with his strong physique, if it is purely confrontational without using skills, the Indians will definitely not be able to withstand it!

Even if you are careless, you may be knocked off your horse.

The Hill family used to play heavy cavalry. Let such people play polo against the Indian "aristocratic" team, which is more technical. What a scene.

Diana couldn't bear to think about it.

"You have to work hard later. I will be able to use your glorious record to go out and find a marriage partner for you."

Diana smiled and raised her right fist to encourage Allen.

"Hey you and"

Allen glanced sideways at Diana and asked.

Didn't Boss Cha say that the two of them had a dinner date? He just wanted to gossip and see how it turned out.

"Hmph! Children should stop asking about adults' matters!"

Diana rolled her eyes, looking a little clever. She glared at Allen and mocked him.

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If I ask you two questions again, I am the dog!

Allen took a deep breath, turned his face away, held his chin in his hand, crossed his legs, and looked at the dance below.

As he looked at it, he suddenly felt that there was a strong gaze that was always looking at him.

This is a very strange feeling. The other party should not be hostile, but Allen can feel that someone is looking at him.

But when he turned his head slightly to look in the direction where he felt it, he didn't find the target again.

When he turned his head, that feeling came back.

After going back and forth several times, Allen became a little nervous, and he doubted whether his intuition was accurate.

After coughing slightly awkwardly, Allen asked Diana softly: "Aunt, have you brought your makeup mirror? Let me use it."

"Huh? What are you doing with this?"

Diana looked at Allen's serious expression and subconsciously took out a palm-sized powder box from her small bag. When she opened the powder box, there was a small mirror inside.

Allen took the powder box and didn't look in that direction. Instead, he looked at the dance on the court with concentration on his face. He held the powder box with a mirror in his left hand and slightly adjusted the angle left and right in the direction of his intuition.

Until a person appeared in the mirror, she probably saw Allen watching the dance below, so she looked overboard and openly.

Allen deliberately turned his head slightly, focusing on the mirror, and then...

Sure enough, that person was looking at him. He was about to turn his head slightly, and when he moved slightly, the person quickly lowered his head. When Ellen turned back to look at the dance, she raised her head and looked this way again, like a peek-a-boo.

Silently writing down the approximate location of the person, Allen took out a pen and paper from his jacket pocket, wrote down the person's location and gender, approximate age, approximate characteristics, color of clothes and other information, and then called in a bodyguard.

"Go and find out what this man does. He keeps looking this way."

The bodyguard took Allen's note and was subconsciously startled. He thought Allen had discovered the assassin, and his face turned pale with fright. He quickly bent over and stepped back quickly, preparing to check the person.

After arranging bodyguards, Allen continued to look at the woman with a small compact in his hand. She was a little far away, and he could tell that she was a young woman, wearing traditional Indian clothes, with a red dot on her forehead.

Allen wants to laugh every time he sees this image of an Indian woman.

It's not that he discriminates against others, but he always thinks of Lao Guo's cross talk. One of the cross talks seems to be asking his wife to sacrifice his son or something?

Anyway, it was New Year's Eve, and Uncle Yu was going to behead him. Before he was beheaded, Uncle Yu won a lottery, and the gift was a beautiful Indian woman. Then he cunningly took off the red dot on her forehead, revealing a few big words inside - -Special prize, the prize is several large barrels of Indian sacred oil.

Allen was so impressed by this cross talk that when he saw Indian women dressed like this, he wanted to take off the red dots on their foreheads to see if there were any words behind them.

Because she was far away and because the person was wearing makeup, Allen carefully looked at her image in the mirror, and upon closer inspection he realized that she seemed quite pretty.

Then as I watched, I saw two big men in black sneaking up behind the woman, pressing something against her back, and then asking her out of the viewing area to be examined.

"snort!"

Seeing the person being taken away, Allen sneered.

Regardless of whether she is a beauty or not, Allen can understand when others look at him or glance at him, but this person keeps staring at her, and when she turns her head to look at her, she lowers her head guiltily, regardless of whether there is a problem or not. , you have to arrest them and ask them, don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

"Um, Your Excellency, we have asked and asked several ladies to search her carefully. There are no dangerous items on the target."

More than an hour later, the bodyguard quietly came to Allen again, squatted down and reported the situation softly.

"Huh? No problem? Then why does she keep staring at me?"

Allen frowned, a little confused.

The bodyguard grinned with pain on his face, glanced at Allen, smacked his lips and said: "She said you are beautiful, she just wants to see you, there is no other meaning."

"?"

The bodyguard looked at each other, and the bodyguard looked at Allen with a disbelieving look. The situation he was asked so far was the result of several people asking in turn. He was taken away for no reason, and he had no dangerous items on him, and he didn't do anything. This is the most reasonable result. They can't just take advantage of the situation, right?

Although this reason was ridiculous, the bodyguard still nodded firmly to Allen.

"hiss"

Now, are you being too sentimental?

But as the head guard, it’s not wrong to be more vigilant, right?

Allen couldn't think of what to do for a while.

"What does she do?"

"Uh, a model. She works in a small modeling agency around Bollywood. She is the best model in their modeling agency."

"Huh? What caste is she?"

"Brahmin, her father is a naval officer, her mother seems to be a teacher, and her family's financial situation is pretty good."

The bodyguard did not introduce the caste of her parents, because Brahmins most likely only marry Brahmins. Now that their child is a Brahmin, her parents must be both Brahmins.

"hiss"

As soon as the bodyguard finished speaking, Allen hissed due to toothache again.

This is not easy to handle. Ordinary people are fine. Now this person is a Brahmin and a Bollywood model. In addition, the other party has not made any mistakes. This cannot be dealt with hastily. Fortunately, the bodyguard has a measured approach and knows that he is here today. Most of the people here have some status and cannot be forced to come. Even when searching, the person searching was a woman, so the other party should not be embarrassed.

"That's it for you."

Allen thought for a moment and said, "Let her come back and continue to watch the game. The game will start soon. Then...well, when I finish the game, I can allow her to give me flowers."

Although this arrangement seemed extremely arrogant and contemptuous, it was considered a courtesy to allow her to present flowers to a great nobleman from the former suzerain country of Great Britain. So Diana would also present flowers to Boss Cha after the game today.

Allen thinks this arrangement is good. Don’t you like to see it? I’ll give you a chance to give the master a flower at a close distance.

"Okay, Your Excellency, then."

The bodyguard glanced in the direction of Boss Cha and said, "Sir, you and His Highness are going to change clothes."

"Okay, go ahead and I will talk to His Highness!"

Allen waved his hand extremely impatiently and drove away the bodyguard. Then he stood up and shook his shirt first. As soon as he stood up, he was very conspicuous. When the bodyguard came over just now, he was bent over and walking half-crouched. Come here, now Allen stands up openly.

Walking to Boss Cha, Allen said, "Your Highness, it's time to change and prepare for the game."

"Oh? Haha! Allen, okay, let's go now!"

Boss Cha was chatting happily with the King of Kerala next to him. When Allen called him, Boss Cha agreed with a smile.

As Boss Cha stood up, all the Indian "nobles" nearby stood up in a roar and respectfully sent Boss Cha off. Later, they would be able to witness the British crown prince and the British traditional noble card in this viewing area. Count Mason, playing polo on the court with heroic appearance!

This kind of thing is enough to brag about for a lifetime.

"Hahaha, how were Alan's preparations yesterday?"

Boss Cha walked very slowly with his hands behind his back, talking to Allen as he walked, and nodding to the people standing on his right to greet him as if in a review.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, just score goals and leave the rest to me!"

What is business polo?

Pass the ball well and leave the highlight moment to the leader!

Why do many departments and current leaders perform particularly well in certain sports, whether in competitions organized by their units, or in competitions organized by the city or province? But once they retire, their results plummet.

Is it because their old age affects their competitive level?

Not really!

It's that the people who play business ball with them no longer play with them.

Uh. These leaders here, Allen is talking about, are all from Great Britain, not elsewhere.

Today's game was in the sixth quarter. Boss Cha patted Allen on the shoulder and said: "Then I will play No. 1, and you will play No. 3."

The numbers of players in polo matches are divided into numbers 1 to 4.

Number 1 is the shooter and is mainly responsible for shooting on horseback.

No. 2 is the midfielder, mainly responsible for organizing the offense and passing the ball to the shooter.

Number three is the midfielder and is also responsible for organizing passes, but is also responsible for certain defensive tasks.

No. 4 is a purely defensive player, responsible only for defense. Occasionally he grabs the ball and passes it to other teammates.

Many rules of polo are similar to those of football, that is, there are fewer players on both sides and the venue is larger. The final goal is to get the little polo into the goal.

In the past, Boss Cha did not play No. 1. He liked to play No. 4, but he was not a pure defensive player. He liked to "dribble" all the way from the backcourt like football, ride a horse with the ball, and sprint from the backcourt. The feeling of getting to the frontcourt and taking the last shot.

This one-stop breakthrough is the most exciting and handsome!

Polo players are divided into levels, and this level directly represents the player's level!

There are several hierarchical systems in the world, but the most mainstream ones are three or four, and the hierarchical system in Great Britain is one of them.

Officially, player levels are divided into 12 levels, but now there is an extra level for the private sector.

The most proficient is the N level, which is the civilian rookie level. If you ride a horse, pick up a club, and know a little about the rules of the polo game, you are considered an N level player, an amateur among amateurs.

Above level N, there are regular level 12 players, and the lowest level is level -2.

Then - level 1, level 0, and then all the way to level 10.

Level 10 is considered the highest, but unfortunately, currently, the theoretically existing level 10 polo players in the world are all Argentinian, and there are none from Great Britain.

And among all the level 10 players in the world, there seem to be only four or five of them.

The remaining level 9, level 8, level 7, and level 6 players. Ordinary people may think that there are many players at these levels?

But the reality is that from level 6 players to level 10 players, there are less than 50 players in the world who meet the standard.

Levels 2 and 3 are the most numerous, while levels 4 and 5 are already at the level of professional players.

There is also a very fucking rule in the polo match. For example, Argentina has several level 10 players. If they send four level 10 players, will they be invincible?

Not really!

Every polo match has a restricted level.

The rule is that the total player level of the four players on the court cannot exceed level 10.

In other words, if a polo team desperately wants to send a level 10 player to the field, then...

Sorry, only one level 10 player can appear, and the remaining three players will have to be level 0 players. No one will charge up with negative levels. Those people are too bad.

Boss Cha, on the other hand, may seem humble, but he is one of the best polo masters in the UK!

The level is level 6!

He has reached the level of a professional player and can reach the top ten in the domestic rankings.

It was because Boss Cha was so good that he was so upset when he lost the polo match last year.

Imagine playing those competitive games and a certain king-level player accidentally loses to a silver-level player. Will his mentality explode?

Smashing the keyboard is easy!

The blue jacket, white tight breeches, and black riding boots represent the nobility.

Allen sat on a stool, opened his arms, and the servants put on other protective equipment for him, including knee pads, elbow pads, wrist pads, and a helmet.

The gray horse next to him had an extremely cool coat. It was gray overall, but the gray coat was mixed with white plaid patterns that looked like triangles. It was very rare.

This thing looks like a gray leopard. The long ponytail behind the buttocks is stacked several times and twisted into a small knot that is only about a palm long. This is to prevent the ponytail from being stepped on or injured, and Ke Cutting off the tail of a dog is a bit different.

The gray horse was standing next to Allen. Allen had become familiar with them yesterday. At this time, one of them had big eyes and the other had small eyes.

Allen winked at the little gray horse and said, "Be brave later. If you perform well today, I will buy a mare for you when I get back!"

The little gray horse looked very smart. When he heard Allen's words, his nostrils suddenly contracted and expanded, he gasped for breath, and kicked hard on the grass with his front hooves.