[football] little princess

1992 5 Month 16 Day.

The first leg of the FA Youth Cup final was held at Crystal Palace. Since Manchester United's youth team led by Best won the championship in 1964, until the arrival of Ferguson, Manchester United has never won the FA Youth Cup.The FA Youth Cup is an event that outsiders think is inconspicuous, but the English team attaches great importance to it.The Manchester United youth team entered the final with a record of unanimous victories this season, and many stars of tomorrow appeared in front of the fans.

The youths of class 92 were excitedly talking about the upcoming game in the away locker room. Their coach Nobby Stiles encouraged the group of sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys, "The opponent is Crystal Palace, and you should have the confidence to win. But don't be proud...I'm talking about you, Giggs." He pointed to Giggs who was making faces behind Bart, and criticized angrily.

"It seems that you are all in good condition!" Ferguson's cheerful voice came from the door, and the players all looked in the direction of the respected first-team coach, only to find two drowned chickens, one big and one small.Today's weather is very bad, with thunderstorms and heavy rain, the game time has actually come, but the referee decided to wait and see if it will get better.Ferguson should have come here by car, how could he be drenched like this?

"It's the little princess, she rushed out before she even got to the garage, she was afraid that she wouldn't see you when the game started. How could the game start in this kind of weather..." Ferguson was still smiling wryly, but Setlla had already let go of her hand and jumped towards Baker. Ham ran, high-fiving Bart and Giggs as they passed by.

"Cotton candy!" Setlla happily jumped onto Beckham's lap, and the blond young man caught her firmly, took a white towel beside her and covered her whole body, rubbing it back and forth to wipe it off.

"Why are you so disobedient and you have to rush out of the car? You are a 9-year-old boy!" Beckham advised her earnestly while brushing her brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

Setlla put his arms around his neck, and Beckham, who was used to this kind of relationship, didn't feel too close, "But this is your first start, I'm very excited." At this time, Beckham was in the youth team. Not the main player, because of Robbie Savage's injury, he was able to be arranged as the starting player in this game, "But the weather is too bad..."

"That's why you shouldn't just rush out like this. You see, my husband is soaked wet. You are so young, especially..."

"Okay, Cotton Candy, before such an important game, don't be so long-winded!" Seeing that little face wrinkled into a ball, the youth team members present couldn't help laughing.

"David is just too serious!"

"Always treat the little princess as my own child to discipline."

Setlla snorted disdainfully, "I'm not Marshmallow's kid, I'm going to marry him in the future!"

The laughter became more wild and reckless, and everyone echoed: "Yes, yes, we are waiting to drink your wedding wine!" Beckham looked at his bad friend helplessly, and shook his head to express his unreasonableness. Setlla didn't care. She was very happy that Beckham had broken up with Tina before. Although she didn't know the reason, it was obvious that he was only interested in such a girl for a while.It seemed that as long as she was with him all the time, there would be no problem.

Setlla, who was only 9 years old at the time, was very naive. She thought that the brewing of time could bring love, but she ignored the power of a spark.There was no suspense that Manchester United won that game. The level of Crystal Palace was too different from the future superstars of Manchester United. Bart scored two goals and waved to Setlla in the box; then Beckham received a steal from Ben Tonley. The ball, left-footed volley from the edge of the penalty area and scored his first goal in an official game for Manchester United.

On the day when they won the FA Youth Cup at home in the second round, Setlla excitedly ran to the lawn to celebrate.If it weren't for the different hair color and eyes, I'm afraid many people would have mistaken her for Beckham's sister, because he hugged her so close to celebrate, kissed her on the cheek and threw her high , giggles echoed across the lawn.

After this historic game, Manchester United signed a formal contract with everyone in the youth team. This unheard of thing is Ferguson's best reward for the youth players.Afterwards, the players of the youth team began to gradually enter the first team to play football. Beckham’s spare time decreased, but he was still in the state of taking care of children and part-time nanny. He had no time to go on dates or visit like his teammates gun.Giggs laughed at him many times for this, "But you should take good care of the little princess. Taking good care of her is much more useful than dating."

Beckham frowned, "It's not a question of usefulness. I don't take care of her because it's useful."

Giggs nodded, "I know, you like her, just like your sister. But don't you think you take care of her for too long? Those seniors in the first team have been dissatisfied with this for a long time."

Beckham thinks he never wanted to get anything out of Setlla, and he's sure Ferguson didn't give him any favors for that.But people's words are scary, and he began to reflect on when he was too utilitarian.Before he could come to a conclusion, Setlla was suddenly summoned back to Ireland, where her father seemed to finally remember that he had a resident daughter and that Christmas was a time for family reunions.

Neither Setlla nor the Fergusons were happy about it.

"Since you don't want to take care of her, you shouldn't let her run back so far, what a bother! She doesn't like it herself." Casey complained while knitting a sweater while watching the snowflakes falling outside the window.

Ferguson sighed, "There's nothing I can do about it. After all, she is still a child of the Magnier family and has the right to inherit. When major events happen in the family, she is obliged to attend."

At this time, Setlla had arrived at her home in Dublin, took off her pink rabbit gloves, and stood in the empty and deserted hall breathing heavily.The housekeeper was not surprised at all, and was about to take her into the room when a handsome brown-haired man just appeared from the corner of the stairs, looking down with a smile on his lips, "Little sister has gone home."

"Hi brother James." Setlla raised her head and called out sweetly. James Magnier nodded, showing the same smile as Setlla, "Go upstairs quickly, tidy up, and have a banquet tonight."

When the door closed behind her, Setlla let out a long sigh of relief. She didn't like home. Although her brother and the housekeeper were all smiling, they were not genuine smiles.Not when he was at Alex's house. Although Darren often bullied her and laughed at her, he was really good to her, not to mention the quiet Mark and steady Jason.Aunt Casey is even more precious and always reminds her of her gentle and kind mother.There are also marshmallows. Thinking that she won't see marshmallows for many days, Setlla's mouth is so raised that she can hang a bottle of oil.

She didn't see her father until the dinner party. He had a serious expression in a suit and leather shoes, and he rarely smiled at the guests in the hall. Setlla didn't understand why James could grow into a smiling tiger in such an environment, maybe it was because he had to maintain the image of a big brother in front of his father.

Generally speaking, most of the time when attending a banquet, she is directly ignored by the distinguished guests. No one likes an illegitimate daughter, even if the wife has passed away.What's more, she is still so young, and it is estimated that she will not have any say when she inherits the inheritance. Setlla stayed at the white table in the corner eating ice cream as usual, and from time to time glanced at the eldest brother and second brother who were talking and laughing at Yanyan while they were drinking.Soon, their father walked to the center, and the crowd gradually quieted down, listening to Mr. Magnier announce today's important matters.

Just as Setlla stuffed a strawberry into her mouth, she heard a burst of applause from the crowd, and congratulatory words kept ringing in the hall.She looked at the center suspiciously, but saw his father showing a comfortable smile.

"What are you eating?" A fair-looking little boy with blond hair suddenly stood in front of him, wearing a well-fitting dark blue suit, his hair combed back meticulously.Seeing that it was a child about her age, Setlla rolled her eyes, and suddenly passed the ice cream box over, "I'll eat it for you, can you tell me what happened just now?"

The little boy looked at the stage and shrugged indifferently, "It seems that the eldest son of the Magnier family is engaged to the second lady of the Lyon consortium. Anyway, it is the conclusion of some kind of commercial marriage."

Setlla nodded, honestly she didn't care, what does it matter to him who James is going to marry?

The little boy showed a somewhat disgusted expression, "I don't want to eat this box of ice cream, I just want to ask where I got it?"

"What, you dislike me for eating?" Setlla was not afraid of death, provoking a boy who seemed to be obviously stronger than him, relying on his own chassis.The other party blushed immediately, how could this little girl in a lace princess dress say it directly, it's not etiquette!

"Hmph, I haven't disliked you yet!" Setlla withdrew her hand, scooped up a spoonful of the strawberry flavored part, and swallowed it "ah".The boy was so angry that he was about to turn around and leave when something hit his stomach and he fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Ah!" Setlla yelled, and then his face turned cold, feeling that his five sense organs were blocked, "Wow! Huh..." She immediately covered her face and cried, and the boy got up in a daze, He frantically waved his hands to wipe off the ice cream on Setlla's face, but was swung away by her arm.The culprit who hit the boy just now was sitting on the ground in a daze, his dazzling blond hair, which was exactly the same as the boy's, was messed up.

"God, Bradey! Alfred! What have you done!" A lady in a royal blue dress ran over in a panic, the jewels on her neck colliding with each other, making a crisp and sweet sound.

That was the first time Setlla and Bradey Grinan met, got ice cream all over their faces, and then had a duel with his brother Alfred in crying for the top spot.