[football] little princess

1998 7 Month 7 Day.

Failure to enter the World Cup finals did not affect the football atmosphere in Dublin. Posters promoting the World Cup are everywhere on the streets, especially those carnival bars day and night, which attract fans of different camps with bright flags and graffiti. Setlla is not going back home. The purpose of her trip is to visit Dr. Hank who used to check her body.

The doctor was very surprised to see Setlla at such a time. After all, according to the media reports on her in the past two years, the little princess should have fully integrated into the life circle of Manchester United and watched the World Cup in France.

"Did England come back home so soon after being eliminated?" After the pleasantries of "you've grown up" and "become more beautiful", Dr. Hank asked her why she came here. Setlla looked at the consulting room that was isolated from the reception room, and after drawing the curtains, she replied seriously: "Doctor, I came back this time to visit you specially, and I want to ask what happened to the examination I had since I was a child. "

Doctor Hank suddenly showed a embarrassed look, "If you want to know, just ask your father and brother, it's really inconvenient for me to answer."

Setlla had expected that Dr. Hank would not speak easily, but her purpose was not to ask clearly, "You just need to tell me whether this disease will prevent you from having children, and when will I die?"

Dr. Hank never expected to spread the word "death" so bluntly. The girl seemed to be fully prepared for this matter, but there was ardent expectation in her eyes, and he couldn't bear it. Words to break this expectation.

Seeing that he had been silent, Setlla felt the black hole in her heart grow bigger and bigger, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, "I understand, sorry for wasting your time."

When she turned around and was about to leave, Dr. Hank suddenly stopped her and said, "The genetic probability is 50%. If you meet someone who truly loves you, I believe he won't care about it."

The 15-year-old girl smiled as if she had grown up overnight, and said something with unresolved sadness: "It's a pity that I don't even have the chance to make him care about it!"

In the 1998 World Cup in France, Beckham was sent off with a red card, causing England to fight with 10 men. In the final penalty shoot-out loss to Argentina, Beckham was immediately surrounded by domestic public opinion. Setlla also argued with the school for this matter. Got into a fight with the nasty red-haired girl in the movie because she kept calling Beckham a national sinner, which was bullshit.Kathy nearly screamed when she came home with bruises all over her body. Setlla kept insisting that she was fine, but it still shocked all the men who watched her grow up.

Beckham, who was staying in the US with Victoria to avoid domestic media bombardment, couldn't bear headlines like "ten lions, one fool".So when Giggs visited Setlla and insisted on calling Beckham, Setlla resolutely stopped him: "Just let Marshmallow stay in the United States, he shouldn't worry about other things anymore."

"Oh, little princess." Even Giggs, who always loves to laugh, couldn't help but show pity when he saw Setlla's current appearance, "I seem to like you more when you used to be desperate and faceless."

But the development of the matter was far beyond their expectations. The reporters first squatted in front of Beckham's parents' house in London, setting up a small table and drinking tea and coffee while waiting for them to come out.Later, they realized that the two couples who accompanied them were already prepared to survive this difficult period by relying on the stored food in the house, so their eyes began to shift, and many people who were closest to them besides their parents naturally thought of the little princess.

Setlla, who has a good relationship with a group of luminous bodies, has been interviewed by reporters since she was a child, but it has never been like this, blocking her way to school, intertwined with flashing lights.Aunt Kathy advised her not to insist on going to class, it was just a summer interest group anyway. Setlla doesn't think so, she likes to draw designs, and even more likes to see them being made into various clothes under the hands of a tailor.She decided to put on her sunglasses, ignored the microphone and the spotlight, and stepped into Darren's car, which was called by Ferguson.

"Miss Magniel, do you think David Beckham has dishonored his country?"

"Is he no longer fit to play for England?"

"As someone who grew up with him, do you think he is too incapable of controlling his emotions?"

Setlla still didn't say a word. Although she was less than 160cm, she walked like a rich lady, arrogant and arrogant.The reporter, who thought he could get something from a naive and ignorant little girl, was furious. Someone rushed forward to grab her, the moment she opened the car door.

"Setlla!"

Victoria sat up from the recliner, rubbed her eyes in confusion and looked at Beckham who was reading the newspaper with his back to her, "What's the matter, David?"

"I have to go back to England." Beckham put away the newspaper and stood up, walked to the reclining chair and held Victoria's face in his hands. Since she was not pregnant for a long time, she has not yet shown her pregnancy, and her body is still so graceful and moving, "Darling Yes, I think our next meeting may be in Manchester."

"Oh, how could it be so sudden." Victoria is a woman who knows how to read words and expressions. Of course, she will not stop her boyfriend as soon as she comes up.

"Because of me, the little princess has been bombarded by the media, and I can no longer let my family and friends suffer."

Victoria looked at Beckham who started to call his assistant to book a plane ticket, and shrugged noncommittally. She picked up the crumpled newspaper and unfolded it, and saw the photo of the crowd of people. She fell to the ground in astonishment, wearing oversized sunglasses on her immature face, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and a reporter's foot just stepped on her leg.It is indeed a picture that anyone can't help but feel pity for when they see it. Victoria shook her head. She didn't want to speculate on what threat a 15-year-old girl would pose to her.

Ferguson expressed monstrous anger at Setlla being pulled down and trampled. He reprimanded the media for such a vampire-like behavior to well-connected reporters, "Beckham will prove his strength, and when the new season starts, everyone will know about him. Strength! You shouldn't have involved a underage girl in this matter, I have the right to pursue legal responsibility!"

The remarks of the Manchester United coach quickly spread to the United States. Before heading to the airport, Victoria tried to persuade Beckham: "Since Mr. Ferguson has made his statement, I believe the reporters will not press Setlla again. Why don't you wait until this matter is over?" How about going back?"

"Vika, this is not only about the little princess, everyone I know has been affected, and I have to go back and bear all this myself." Beckham gave her a kiss, got in the car and walked away.Victoria felt relieved. She knew that she shouldn't think so much. David is a very responsible man. He doesn't want to see his relatives and friends hurt for him. This is his greatest tenderness.

The heartthrob with a passport walked into the boarding aisle, looking at the passenger plane flying low outside the glass window, his heart was full of remorse.How could he not have thought that this incident would hurt Setlla, he shouldn't have hid in the United States, he shouldn't have been by her side when Setlla was hurt, this is definitely not a qualified performance of a brother.At this moment, Beckham, who is suffering alone, has never asked himself whether his desire to rush to the other party's side at the first time is within the boundaries of a qualified brother.

Visiting his parents was of course part of the plan, but Beckham couldn't restrain his desire to see the little princess immediately. He decided to go back to Manchester first and then rush to London overnight.Such a schedule will not be easy, but the more annoying thing is still to come. When the plane was about to land, the flight attendant came over and told him: "When the plane lands, there will be police waiting for you at the door."

The situation has reached the point where the police should be sent to protect his personal safety at all times. Beckham reluctantly accepted this reality. He was caught in the middle of the police to protect him as he walked through the crowd that was rushing in like a tide. He felt extremely uncomfortable. A subconscious action a month ago had such a bad impact. When his parents, sisters, and little princess walked in such a crazy crowd, what kind of mood would they feel?

The blond young man was stuffed into the car with a melancholy look on his face. The accompanying police complained about the crazy fans and reporters, and confirmed with Beckham about the next itinerary.

"Could you please accompany me around the city for a few times, I don't want the follower to bother Mr. Ferguson."

The policeman sitting in the passenger seat replied: "Big star, believe me, this is useless. There are always reporters outside Mr. Ferguson's house, and you will be found as soon as you go."

Beckham was silent for a while, then took out his mobile phone and called Ferguson's home. Casey shouted "Thank God" and asked Setlla to answer the phone.He heard the obviously heavier footsteps, and his heart tightened. The moment he caught the voice on the other end of the phone, he asked eagerly, "Little princess, are you injured?"

Setlla was very angry at first, that was the first time she realized how hurtful the camera and flash could be, but these two days she kept thinking, compared with the death that would come early anyway, this little injury is nothing What.But now, Marshmallow's soft voice challenged her ears, and she suddenly felt aggrieved again, bit her lips tightly to prevent the crying from leaking out, "I, I'm fine, I'm fine."

"You are crying, little princess." Beckham's eyes suddenly became firm, and he gestured to the driver, "I have to come and see you."

"Go to Mr. Ferguson's."

It's already hard to think, if you can't think clearly, don't think so much.Such an obviously vulnerable Setlla, he couldn't help but walk up to her and comfort her with the warmth he had left after being bombed.