[Football] The Light of Abandoned Sons

l Ardano came back to the Dutch kid after being told a few words, it looked like Ferguson looked away, but in fact he had called an assistant to take down the statistics of Lou van der Rey without disturbing .

The data will not lie, and the data of Lao van der Lei in the final period of Real Madrid is indeed substandard.Ferguson is not completely confident in his final decision to buy him to Manchester. If the Dutch kid before the Copa del Rey will pay even five times the final transfer fee, then in reality Ferguson has always been skeptical about this transfer. .

Yes, skepticism.Not what he said to the media, what he said to his players, what he said to Lou van der Rey himself - the Dutchman will succeed Schmeichel, he will be the best goalkeeper.

Ferguson generally doesn't talk about team affairs at home. It's not that he doesn't want to, but his wife Cathy disagrees.But perhaps this deal that wasn't even a transfer was a bit weird in Cathy's eyes. It was rare for her to ask, "Alex, are you sure that kid is what you want?" In the eyes of middle-aged women, the new A goalkeeper can't even be called a man, just a boy.Although his appearance is indeed rare and exquisite, it makes him even more out of place in the green field.

Ferguson looked at his wife, and the steaming dark food in front of him, which he was used to now, "I hope."

Hopefully, that kid will be what I want.

Thinking of this, Ferguson, who was standing on the sidelines of the training field, raised his lips slightly.

No one will know what Ferguson was thinking, but Beckham, who was let off by Keane's conscience, finally broke away from the role of passing and receiving the ball in the middle, and stood next to Neville, panting.The sweat on the cheeks of the blond man dripped down his face, from his neck to his collarbone, and was finally hidden in the jersey that was soaked and stuck to his body due to strenuous exercise. Otherwise, I would like to keep this one of the best stunners in English football in my eyes.However, this did not hinder the screams of the people on the sidelines, mixed with the cheers of "David", Beckham seemed to casually look to the sidelines, his bright olive green eyes showed a gentle expression.Of course, the deep meaning in these eyes could not be seen by the onlookers, but at least they attracted Beckham's attention.

"Guess how many fans I gained just now?" Beckham retracted his gaze and proudly showed off to Neville.Gary Neville gave him a blank look, thinking that this guy really deserved to be left in the sidelines by Keane, "I don't know how many new fans it has attracted, the fact is that it has attracted the attention of Boss."

Beckham froze for a moment, then glanced at Ferguson as if nothing had happened in the next second, just in time to meet the boss's half-smile expression.He froze there, and looked at Ferguson flatteringly in the next second. Ferguson raised a finger and ticked him, signaling him to come over, come here quickly.

Beckham felt a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead, but the sweat was no longer from exercise but from cold sweat.Gary Neville saw this and kicked someone in the rear, kicked him out of the circle, and then gave Ferguson a less formal salute.Beckham turned his head and poohed at Neville, then obediently walked to Ferguson's side.

Ferguson saw the blond boy coming to his side, "Don't be nervous, I don't care how many winks you give to the onlookers after training, anyway, you have already made yourself the most exercised today." Beckham didn't know that this was considered Praise or sarcasm, I can only continue to nod and bow and listen.

Ferguson patted him on the back, pointed to the boy who was training in front of the goal, "Is that kid easy to get along with?" Perhaps it was because he felt too calm and mature when we first met, the kind most coaches like His personality is not favored by Ferguson.

"It's easy to get along with..." Beckham nodded, "But it seems a little naughty... I mean, I feel like I was framed today." Ferguson raised his eyebrows, "I thought he was that kind of good boy? "

Beckham shivered when he was called a "good baby" by the coach. He pursed his lips and said, "It's not bad." He looked at Lawandre.

"It seems that he has a good relationship with you guys?" Ferguson asked Beckham, as if he was worried that this foreign kid would be difficult to be accepted by the team.From a certain point of view, rookies generally have local experience, and when they transfer to other leagues in the later period, they are already fully familiar with their minds, and most of them get along with others at their fingertips.

"Well... But today everyone is a little surprised because Alao is a top student." Beckham thought for a while, and instantly realized what offended the kid.

"Oh... the college student?" Ferguson nodded. For these players who barely graduated from high school, it was indeed a surprising thing. "Just don't make people think that he is too difficult to approach."

Of course, Beckham understood Ferguson's purpose in making him the kid's guide, he nodded, "Actually, he's still a kid, and...he's a substitute goalkeeper who doesn't threaten the others. "

Ferguson chuckled, didn't he threaten the others?

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The tiring training is finally over. Although it seems that the players earn more, in fact, only they can understand how much blood and sweat they paid for the dozens of games in that month.

Most people have already left, and the coaches have also returned home from get off work. Perhaps Ferguson will continue to struggle in the office with the lineup changes to be made at the beginning of the season. After all, Cantona's departure is a huge blow to Manchester United.Neville watched his friend bring two bags of footballs, and started to practice free kicks by himself again. He complained in his heart that this guy caused trouble for the staff. It is not easy for them to pick up the balls you kicked all over the field .

And Phil Neville, who was waiting to go home with his brother, walked up to Aarau who was holding a water bottle to replenish water in front of the goal, "Aarau, David may have to practice more, and Gary and I will send you back first? "

Lawandre looked at Beckham, who was practicing against an empty goal, and after thinking about it, he refused, "No need for Phil, I think he might need a goalkeeper?"

Phil Neville didn't continue the invitation either, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his light brown hair indiscriminately, and then hooked shoulders with his brother and went home.

Arau shook the bottle with little water left, looked up at the sky of Manchester, there was no cloud in the sweeping sky, the sun was not enough but it was not cloudy, this kind of indescribable words made him miss Feeling a little irritable, but also understand that he is making trouble for no reason.Thinking of this, he walked to Beckham in front of the other goal, watched him place the ball near the same area, adjust his pace, and occasionally need to walk back to adjust the position of the football.

He didn't start very quickly from the distance from the fixed point to the football. He hit the football with his right foot, and the football drew a clear arc in the sky and directly hit the net from the center of the goal.But just scoring didn't make Beckham much happier.

"The goalkeeper will not give you the position so easily." Lao van der Ley watched the goal for a long time. He could see that the arc was a little different, but he couldn't tell why.This will not be Beckham's purpose, or rather, this is far from reaching Beckham's purpose.

"I also think that really shouldn't be that position." Beckham nodded in agreement, and Aarau raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "So, you are aiming at the dead corner of the goal—the kind that goes straight to the dead corner?"

Beckham nodded, and Aarau was quite interested. He could even imagine how eye-catching it would be if he practiced it, "But you know, goalkeepers don't make saves according to your ideas. Sir." He was eager to try, straightening the goalkeeper's gloves, and almost said "invite me, invite me".

Beckham smiled, "Of course it's the best. Anyway, it will take me a long time to pick up the two bags of balls." Hearing this, Aarau understood that kicking these balls back and forth was far from being Beckham's goal. Mu is concerned about the amount of extra training, but——

"I won't give you the chance to pick up the ball yourself," Aarau licked his dry lips, "Try it, how many of your unsuccessful set-pieces can go through my goal? Maybe I can catch it and pass it later." I'll give it back to you, so maybe you won't be able to finish kicking a bag of balls in the dark."

Beckham was amused by the boy's confident appearance, "Who was crying last night?"

"...I didn't cry!" Arau retorted as if his hair was blown out, and Beckham said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, what did you just say? 'The goalkeeper won't make saves according to my ideas'... ...Well, you are right, then listen to your goalkeeper kid." The smile in his words was hard to hide, and Beckham patted Aarau on the back, "Come on, let's go to eat after training. "

Aarau snorted softly and stood in front of the goal.He clapped his gloves in front of him and started taking basic small steps to ensure quick reflexes.After Beckham set up the ball, he saw the kid bouncing and bouncing in the middle of the goal with a serious face. When he was about to start running, he let out a chuckle, and was almost out of breath.

Alao looked at the guy who suddenly squatted down and kept patting the ground in some inexplicable way, and that expression out of the situation even poked Beckham's weird smile and cuteness. He waved his hand at the goalkeeper kid and tried his best. He couldn't stop smiling when he stood up, especially when he saw the little husky still jumping up and down in front of the goal calmly and waving his arms.

Aarau had to stop his movements, looking at the guy opposite him strangely, but at this moment Beckham suddenly started to run out of the ball.The arc of the set ball was more obvious than before. The football drew a beautiful and weird arc in the air, and Aarau adjusted his steps in a hurry to catch the football.The power of football is not very strong. After all, Beckham's instant explosive power is not excellent, and he can't reach the power of heavy artillery like Robert Carlos. However, because of insufficient preparation, Aarau let go, and Beckham will be seen in the next second Ham leisurely ran over to make a supplementary shot, and poked the football into the other side of the goal with great ease.

Lawandre twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to endure but failed, "You are cheating!" Although the ball seemed to be more successful than when he practiced by himself just now, Aarau's tone still made people feel a little wronged.

Beckham fished out the football from the goal, and patted the Dutch boy on the head naturally, "The players will not accommodate your defense, goalkeeper boy, you are still far behind." Aarau looked at him He scooped up the football and ran away, ran over angrily and was about to hit it back, but...seeing Beckham put the ball on the ground, he glanced at him, and without even making a run-up, he shot the empty goal again.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! !

Beckham patted the head of the Dutch kid on his back, and laughed.