Arthur's Football

The moment Mrs. Cavendish tried to open her eyes, she vaguely saw three golden colors, so close, they must be close to her face.

She disliked it a little, but of course she mainly disliked the big one, the small one and the youngest were both her sweethearts.

But the golden color moved her a little.

God!When she lost consciousness, she thought it was a farewell.

It has been a while since her consciousness recovered, and after listening to some casual words, she always felt sleepy, groggy, unable to listen to a few words, and would feel that the guy talked too much nonsense and let her consciousness re-enter deep sleep.

She has to take care of herself, she thought.

Only in this way can he shut up and let him know that it is wrong to always harass people to rest, she didn't teach her this.

But it didn't take long for her to realize that there was a replacement, this time it was his little baby.

Sonnets, her little darling disliked Shakespeare and preferred Pushkin.

But she listened to him speak her favorite Shakespeare, iambic pentameter in a voice that softened her heart—

Solongasmen can breathe, oreyescansee,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Is she going to tell him?

Art, my cutie, your voice makes me not want to wake up.

She was still struggling against those drowsiness, because she also heard her cutie say to her: "...Is this capricious? Is it greed? Is it trying to possess you?"

She would have been amused, had she been awake.

Such a cute Arthur is still the little baby in her memory, and it also makes her want to tell him:

Baby, I thought you understood better than anyone else that there are many kinds of possessiveness. Don't miss the point, okay?

The glory of the family is no longer, and the inheritance is cut off, but the family cemetery where she sleeps will not make her feel lonely.

So she was never afraid of death.

But she also wanted to tell him, Art, I love you, I love Eve, I love Cyril, I love Grace, and of course I love your father.

In my eyes, you are also my family. I didn't want to leave so soon.

Cyril's voice is very cheerful, he is too sweet, and he is good at finishing.

He doesn't talk too much nonsense like his grandfather, nor does he always miss the point like his uncle.

He is such a perfect little angel.

He would read his own poems in her ear, and if she could wake up, she would tell him that a rhyme was wrong.

But you are great.

Occasionally she could hear the piano and the violin, and occasionally Arthur would sing "Cats," which she liked.

She could hear the sound of Luther among the sounds of the two violins.

It wasn't that she didn't like Reinhardt, but she had to say that the music he chose was not at all suitable for a widowed old man like her, and it was too annoying for her.

Ludwig was a good boy, at least compared to the twins who were always close and the red-haired fool, he was the one she preferred.

But sometimes she has to learn to turn a blind eye.

He did it so obviously.

She also listened to two ball games, which was a good offer.It seems that because of the time difference, the games did not start at the same time, so when she woke up, she heard different "excerpts".

The room was so buzzing that day that, even though she could only hear their discussions, she recognized it as England v Germany.

She knew about that game, she was looking forward to it before.

If it wasn't for her health, she might have traveled to Berlin to cheer on her cutie.But she clearly heard her little cutie being questioned by Andrew, heard the Pol brothers asking Ludwig which team they supported, and heard her cutie "commentary".

Although she only heard one passage, she didn't hear England very well.

She wanted to tell her Art: It's okay, it's not the World Cup, have they lost less in so many years?

She also heard Brazil and Portugal, which reminded her of those two Portuguese-speaking boys.

they are very good.

Today, she heard Eve tell her that she is considering having another child, which is good news, and Art must be very happy.

Perhaps it was because she woke up with the expectation of a new life.

So she saw this scene.

The white figure chased off the three blond guys, and she was surrounded by them, listening to them ask her questions, then what?

She fell asleep again.

When she was really conscious and her vision was no longer blurred, she thought, it should be many days, just look at that fool's beard.

It's not that she hates Victor, but when he was a kid, he was such a jovial character, like a wild horse that's always trying to break free, but she's gotta put a circle on him, she's gotta make him realize The rules let him learn to wrap himself layer by layer.

He's not just himself, he's also the sixth generation of Westminster!

Her mouth was dry, and the thing in her throat made her uncomfortable, or that thing was about to wear out her throat, and every breath was pierced with the pain of being cut.

She ignored those and winked at the guy opposite.

When she was unable to speak, she could only keep the words "Take your tears and slovenly appearance away, and dress up like a normal person to see me again" in her heart.

As his etiquette teacher, how could she tolerate this?

"... so very successful, you'll be fine, trust me!"

She blinked in response.

But she regretted it, because that guy burst into tears...

OMG!

Fortunately, Grace quickly took him away after giving her a smile, and she saw Eve, Cyril, and Arthur.

"I know you are definitely not feeling right now, and I want to drink water, but it can't satisfy you. I will wipe your lips with a cotton swab after 10 minutes. I also know that your throat is uncomfortable, and I will suck up phlegm for you in a few minutes. Don't refuse, I don't want your airway to be blocked, it will make you more uncomfortable, please be patient, okay?"

She knew what that thing was torturing her, and what was in her throat, so that was why she wanted to "take it easy" and leave.

After all, sooner or later we will bid farewell to this world, why not say goodbye gracefully?

But she couldn't refuse his gaze, nor could she refuse everything they did for her.

She knew that he had read a lot of books related to extra-brain over the past few years. The butler, Clarence, was a good housekeeper. He would advise his master, but he would also advise her as a guest.

(nasty guy)

She couldn't refuse, after all, she had already reached this point, would she still ask them to pull out the straw?

She is well looked after.

All the indecentness, all the pain, under the gaze of those eyes, she told herself, be patient.

On waking mornings, Arthur would read The Times to her, and would tell her about the races she was following.

He told her apologetically after she was suctioned that he had refused John's request to see her.

John was her distant nephew, so stupid that she didn't even bother to use the word stupid to him.

Because of the law, she had to let such a guy who would dishonor the family honor inherit the title.

But she wouldn't leave him even a pound!

She moved her fingers, and after her little cutie stretched out her palm, she slowly wrote in his palm, OK.

He did a great job!

She found that her little cutie was a little different, and he wanted to keep her, which made her so happy.

His active refusal also made her feel happy.

He was doing that before he "felt" what they were.

Who said he doesn't understand what love is?

When Dr. Andre greeted her, he briefly told her about Arthur, a doctor she admired very much.

The reason why she liked him at first was because the way she looked at Arthur was not looking at the patient, but at a child, a child he liked.

This gained their trust.

The third day when she woke up was more lively, and the Pol brothers kissed her left and right cheeks together, which made her feel very funny.

Andrew has doggy eyes.

She never said that to anyone, but he was cute, both as a kid and now.

On the fourth day, she saw Cristiano and Kaka, who had just returned from a game.

Their arrival made her realize that Arthur should go to work.

He's a professional footballer, not a professional caretaker.

She had to let him know that while his brain could do a lot of work, it definitely didn't include nursing.

Even though the hospital was owned by the Wellesley family, Victor still had to pay her nurses.

He cannot replace someone else's work, nor can he let the other party get something for nothing.

Fortunately, at this time, she was able to no longer tolerate the straw, so she could tell the Portuguese Curly and the Brazilian——

take him!

He should rest well and work hard!

Cristiano and Kaka finally saw Arthur after they rushed to the hospital.

He looked good, although he was a little haggard, and the dark circles were a little obvious, but he looked so different, and his whole body seemed to have light.

Then when they were about to leave, they took away this little golden retriever that seemed to be shining all over.

He is simply dazzling!

Cristiano couldn't hold back, this time before the more gossiping Brazilian asked him: "What's wrong with you? Why do I feel that you seem to be... happy?"

"Do you think so, Chris?" Arthur looked at him with a gaze that melted everything.

He can only nod, yes, he looks happy, although he understands why he is happy, if his father...

Although there is no if.

But he always understood.

Arthur looked at them and thought, he could tell Chris and Ricardo—

He told his wife, who was struggling to open his eyes, the first time he was allowed into the intensive care unit.

He wanted to be willful, wanted her to spend more time with him, and wanted her to know that he loved her.

He saw the lady blink, not like an old man, but like a child.

At that moment, he was very "happy".

So he said: "I feel, I'm in love with Mrs., I told her. And I'm possessive of her, I don't want to let her go, I don't want to smile and speak at her funeral, I want to pay for her with tears. She bid farewell."

If another person said this, Cristiano didn't know how he would react, but it was Arthur who said this, and his whole body seemed to be glowing Arthur.

He hit the brakes and turned to look at him, the Brazilians were like him, they wanted to hear him go on.

Listen carefully to what he has to say.

"I just don't want her to leave. Although every moment I spend with her, as long as I am awake, is in my mind, and they will never fade, I still hope to hear her voice, so that She's proud of me."

"I said to her, one day I will bring honor to the family, like Sir Busby, Sir Charlton and BOSS, when I lead the national team to honor, I hope she will be in the ceremony."

"She should be there, not under six feet."

...

When he finished speaking, Cristiano nodded hastily, and then responded with an "um".

He grabbed the sunglasses, put them on, and started driving again.

He heard Kaka say: "I'm happy for you, God loves you, he won't let his beloved cry, so you can save it for a while, or use it when you lift the cup for England."

He nodded approvingly, and said "hmm" again.

After a few seconds, or half a minute, this nasty guy actually added: "Oh, I'm talking about the European Cup, and the World Cup belongs to Brazil."

Why hasn't he thrown the guy out yet?

Though he was glad Arthur smiled.

"Riccardo, you must know that I am very powerful."

"...You actually learned to brag about yourself?"

"A braggart with strength is called self-confidence, and a braggart without strength is called braggadocio."

"I thought you were conceited."

He listened to their bickering, and felt that time was really fast, and...

BOSS, trust me, it's not my fault.

I never taught this kid that, never!

The next day they took the boy to Carrington, where, as everyone expected, he was surrounded.

Arthur blinked, somewhat puzzled why his teammates came so early today.

As soon as they entered the locker room, they found that the first team was all there except Hager who was recovering from the injury.

Then the next moment, he heard a "pop", and a "□□" exploded above the dressing room, and countless red, gold, and blue ribbons fell down.

"Boy, the top three of the Golden Globe Awards are secured!"

"That's right, we've all heard the gossip, you want a treat!"

"It's been so many days that you haven't sent us a text message, you deserve a beating!"

Arthur immediately looked at Kaka and the male god. He felt that they must know their plan, but he only saw two pairs of smiling eyes.

...they did know.

He walked to the middle of the locker room. Manchester United's locker room is not too big, it can even be said to be a bit compact, but he stood here.

He thought, if you don't want to leave this team, it's called "belonging" or "like".

He has such emotions for this place.

"Thank you everyone, I am very happy."

He was really happy.

Because of his reason, his logic, and his way of thinking, he couldn't find any reason to be "unhappy" or "not happy".

Gary was the first to touch his head. Although the boy was a bit tall, the action was successfully completed.

"Glory belongs to Manchester United, but also to you." Gary said.

After he finished speaking, he was sprayed——

"Hey, don't pretend to be okay, say something that can be heard! For example, Arthur, you are a little baby."

"That's right, you were still talking about Arthur being a baby here yesterday!"

Gary stared at Giggs and Ferdinand, who were provocative.

As we all know, the former has the same qualifications as him, and the latter is his defense partner, and has enough capital to avoid him.

So Gary could only touch Arthur's hair. It was really easy for this kid to not tie up his hair today.

"Good job, keep going."

Then it was Ferdinand's turn, and he walked over with a strange smile on his face: "I have never been in the top three in all these years—"

He was also booed.

"Forgive me Leo, what are you talking about? Top three? Are you in the top five? Or top ten?"

He stared at them directly, the bastard can't shut up, did you get in?

Then he turned his head, looked at Arthur and said, "When the lady is discharged from the hospital, or when the Christmas team has an early dinner, you cook!"

This immediately caused a burst of applause!

Benzema even touched his stomach and lamented: "I haven't tasted anything for the past two weeks."

"...Shut up! Wasn't it enough for you to rub three times a week?" Rooney glared at him

"Is three times a lot?" Benzema looked at him "innocently".

Fatty felt that he and Benzema did not fight because they both knew that it was the result of mutual losses.

Then Arthur received a blessing from each of them, basically that kind of compliment.

They got the news, actually this morning——

"French Football" has been published, and after it has been published, all news is kept secret in certain small circles.

Arthur is in the top three, which is great, isn't it?

Kaka is No.5 this year, after Torres.

In fact, they were not convinced, because the Argentine in front of Arthur...

Is that Argentine shorty much better than their long-legged Arthur?

Well... Well, actually that guy is not bad, but it's still unpleasant to be short of more than 100 points.

Ferguson was not surprised to hear the buzz on the training ground.

He just happily put down the pen in his hand to write and draw on the tactical board, walked to the window, and saw the three with curly hair surrounded by everyone.

Soon he realized that something was wrong, because those guys seemed to be planning to do something.

He waited patiently for more than ten minutes, only to realize that after these guys warmed up, they made dumplings for the three precious eggs that he was proud of, and planned to... walk the monkey.

Based on the fact that Arthur's nickname is Chick Cub, it shouldn't be a problem to call him Walk the Chicken.

He thought it was so much fun!He wants to go out and see!

His actions attracted the attention of his teaching assistants, and when they arrived on the lawn, they saw some early-arriving staff members watching the scene.

He thought for a while and ordered one of them to go to the TV station to see if there was any staff. If not, he could bring the equipment.

Cristiano had already spotted the boss and the assistant coach, and he felt that Arthur and Kaka must have seen it too.

In such a big circle, theoretically it is very difficult for them to grab the ball.

Normally, there are seven or eight people outside and one inside, so they can be divided into 3 groups. The result?

Even if there are three of them now, the circle is too big.

He failed a few times just now, and he felt that he couldn't go on like this, so he should ask the one with the best brain.

But he didn't expect Arthur to say: "But isn't this very interesting? I think it is very interesting."

interesting?

What's so interesting about this?

But he seldom heard what Arthur said was interesting, so even though he knew that these guys were torturing them in such a way to vent their envy, jealousy and hatred, he could only endure it.

Okay, okay.

Can I just give you a walk?

It didn't take long for some fans to discover how shocking the live broadcast from MUTV was!

--Ah ah ah ah ah!My little angel!so excited! (><)

——Finally, the vacation is sold out. I found out that Little Angel took an annual leave. Thinking about it this way, I am much happier...

——laugh cry!I almost laughed cry!Look at how embarrassed the three of them are!

——The ball is flying and flying in the sky, and people are chasing and chasing on the ground!

——It turns out that this is how I practice high-altitude balls, and I have learned a lot!And some two who are not good at heading, do you want to exercise?

--I go!Cristiano just really hit it!

——Pull onions on dry land, beyond imagination... He should go to the NBA!

——I found that Arthur ran so fast, he really almost grabbed the ball once, but the deputy team shamelessly ran over to steal the ball...

——Didn’t you see it, just to tease him?

Ferguson interrupted them after they played for 10 minutes, mainly because he felt that Arthur would not have to do other training if he continued to run.

This little golden retriever asked for leave and missed three games directly. Fortunately, he didn't lose, otherwise he would have wanted to spank his ass!

Redondo took over the training, assigning tasks to the players, and Arthur let him recover first.

The so-called recovery ability, everyone discovered, isn't that just chatting with their boss?

When they should be doing personal training, they just glance over there when they have nothing to do.

It's not that Ferguson didn't notice the look in their eyes, but he didn't care. He just finished the derby with Manchester City, and he only had half a day off, so they can have a rest this afternoon.

Although Berbatov shouted to prove his worth before the game, Robinho said that he must be worthy of his transfer fee of 4000 million euros, not to mention Tevez who has a "deep hatred" for him.

But what about the results?

Even though that fellow Cristiano was stupidly sent off for taking two yellow cards in a row during the game, and even though Rafa also received two cards, wasn't he the one who had the last laugh?

He mainly wanted to exchange feelings with Arthur. Although it was the first time he asked for leave, he didn't mind it. He also generously gave the leave when Cristiano's father was sick, but the kid's "enterprise" Obviously much stronger.

The reason why he wanted to talk to Arthur was actually because he found that this kid was very hardworking today.

For example, in the "Walking the Chicken" just now, although Cristiano was more competitive, he was still playing a little bit. After seeing the camera, he then turned into a "show".

Kaka is not in the show, he is playing the whole time.

Arthur is different, he is fighting instead, every run is full speed forward, a few times he even actually catches up with the ball!

It may be difficult for people on the field to find out, but he is obviously different when he is off the field.

What makes him so "fighting"?

After all, he had discovered a long time ago that this kid "has no desires or desires".

Was it something that happened in the hospital that he didn't know about?Or maybe that Mrs. Cavendish encouraged him?

He is a patriarchal head coach, and he also knows that he is a bit controlling, but he just wants to know this——

It is convenient for him #学习应用#!

The author has something to say: the second watch, it's almost ten thousand.

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This time, Sir Alex doesn't have to feel that the chick is taking advantage of the fish, he has a "pursuit".