Football Giants

It's another sunny and good weather!

Peter walked out of the duty room at the Staplewood training base, raised his head, and looked at the blue sky without a trace of clouds. He suddenly felt refreshed, and his sleepiness from staying up late was wiped out. ?.??`c?o?m

"Morning, Peter!" A young man in a security uniform standing erect on the guard at the gate of the duty room greeted Peter as he walked out of the duty room.

"Morning, Thomas!" Peter responded with a smile, "What a beautiful day, what do you think?"

The security guard Thomas did not answer, but he also raised his head and glanced at the cloudless blue sky, with a smile on his mouth.

It is indeed a very good weather, suitable for playing football!

Even though he is only in his twenties, he is a veteran Saints fan for more than twenty years.

Of course, when it comes to seniority, it is compared with many new fans now. If he is compared with Uncle Peter, who is standing beside him, stretching his waist, then he is inferior.

He still clearly remembered that when he was a child, this Uncle Peter was already a security guard for Staplewood.

Oh no, there was no Staplewood yet.

At that time, the training base of the Saints was very rudimentary. It was just circled around and the players trained in it.

These little children are always accompanied by adults, appearing around the training ground, watching them training like this, and even some mischievous ones will sneak in and run in to make trouble.

Looking back, Southampton was like an amateur team rooted in the community at that time. The stars who made them so precious sometimes felt like their big brothers.

Oh, by the way, if you often run into the Saint Harry's Bar, and often run into players who come to drink, it is all too normal to sign autographs and take photos.

All people at that time liked the saints, as if they liked their family and friends.

Relatively speaking, the Saints are a bit strange now.

Thick walls and tall street trees completely isolate the training ground from the fans.

Although fans can also go to the training ground to watch the team's training, they have to go through security checks and some procedures. It is no longer as random and simple as before.

At least, the days when entering the training base was as easy and simple as entering one's own house no longer exist. .?`c?om

This is not a problem for a team in Southampton, but a problem for all teams in Europe.

Times have changed, and everything has also changed.

Even the feelings of the fans towards the club have also changed.

The saints are still the saints loved by everyone in this city, but the feelings are different and the way of expressing them is different.

Thomas is the kind of conservative old fan, he still misses the saint when he was a child.

So, he came to the Staplewood Training Base, and he became a security guard.

Because of this, he can walk in Staplewood every day, and it feels like walking in his own home.

"Peter."

"Huh?" Peter turned his head and glanced at the young man who was standing upright.

"How long have you been here?" Thomas asked.

Peter frowned, as if thinking hard, but then smiled again, "I can't remember, it's been a long time."

"I remember, when I was a child, my dad told me that you used to be a very good player in the Saints Youth Training Camp, and later you were also a very good engineer in London. Why did you come here as a security guard? Been there for so long?"

Thomas lowered his head this time and glanced at Peter who was sitting by the door.

Peter raised his head, his muddy eyes seemed to be shining, he seemed to think back to his old days and fell into the memory.

After a full minute, he suddenly remembered that he had not answered the question.

"Speak out, don’t believe me. When I was forced to leave the Saints because of injuries, I envied the security of Staplewood because he could see those stars every day and watch them training every day, free He traveled in Stapleswood, so I had a dream at the time. I wanted to be a security guard at Stapleswood."

Thomas wanted to laugh when he heard this, just for this?

Oh my god, who didn't have a dream when he was a kid?

Pilots, astronauts, scientists...

But aren't these all grown up in the future, and are being used to talk with ridicule?

Who remembers the dream he once made? Who wants to be so boring to realize their childhood dreams?

"You know, I made a lot of money in London, but I'm not happy at all. I don't really like my job. It's more like a tool for making a living, not out of love.?.? `"

When Peter said this, the expression on his face was very complicated.

This is often the case in the world. How many people can make a living by relying on love?

Even, how many people were originally because of love, but in the end, their original intention was unknowingly changed?

After a full minute of silence, Peter sighed and continued: "Later, I had a quarrel with the boss because the team he supported lost to our Southampton in the league. He opened Scold, I'll fight him!"

Thomas almost laughed outright.

This Peter looks gentle and gentle, and he is not the kind of powerful man who can fight with others.

But don’t you really want to be beaten too badly?

Peter seemed to perceive Thomas' eyes, raised his head, and smiled slightly, "What? Are you worried about me being beaten?"

Thomas didn't say it, but his expression already revealed his thoughts.

"I'm telling you, Thomas, that guy was beaten like a pig by me. Although I was smashed, he was worse than me. That time it would be his lifelong nightmare!"

Thomas was speechless.

It must be wrong to beat people, but he can't blame Peter for not knowing why.

"Later, I decided to leave London. My wife and my children supported my decision. We returned to Southampton. It happened that Harry told me that the team was hiring a security guard. You know, my feeling was, God. Ah, my chance to realize my childhood dream has arrived!"

"I have been thinking, I should come back to be a security guard!"

Thomas twitched the corner of his mouth, what a small but admirable decision.

An engineer who had been in trouble in London suddenly ran to Southampton to work as a security guard. He really didn't know what to say, but in any case, he admired Peter's choice and courage.

"I know that in the past few years, many old stubborn people think that the team has gone bad and that the team has completely lost the tradition of the past Saints. It has become a giant, but it has widened the distance with the fans. ."

Thomas nodded, he often heard such a voice.

"Those are a group of shameless guys. They seem to have forgotten that when the team was in a financial crisis, Matthew Le Tissier tried every means to raise money, but did they donate?"

Thomas also vaguely knew this matter, not far away, probably less than ten years.

"No! They didn't!"

Peter's tone was light, but very hard.

"They are like a group of selfish vampires, they only know how to ask, but they don't know how to pay. On the one hand, they require the team to pay attention to inheritance and maintain the tradition, but this requires high costs, and they are unwilling to do so. Pay the price."

"If they were willing to support Matthew Le Tissier back then, the saints would not be acquired by others. They would still be our saints. They handed over the saints to investors. Now, what qualifications do they have? Come to ask others to respect their opinions and value their traditions?"

"How much money did Young Master Huan spend on the saints? How much effort and affection did he put in? He is just reaping the fruits he deserves, so what right do those shameless people have to criticize?"

"That group of guys are like a group of ticket passengers who are in the red light district. After they are cool, they sit on the bed and tell her very earnestly, girl, you are so young and beautiful, it is a pity to do this business, it is better to Congliang!"

Thomas was amused when he heard it. Isn't this a bit of an image?

"Now I don’t want anything. I don’t listen to anyone. I only believe what I see with my eyes. Over the past few years, professional football has undergone tremendous changes, and our saints have not only adapted to this. The change has also changed from a third-tier team that was on the verge of bankruptcy to one of the best in Europe."

"For me, this is the greatest achievement, and I am proud of it!"

Thomas nodded heavily.

He had been confused before, but now after listening to Peter's words, many of his thoughts couldn't help but let go.

It's not enough to completely subvert my past views, but it expands my thinking.

"By the way, Peter, what are you talking about, Young Master Huan, how about people? Did you go out with a lot of entourage as the newspaper said, and throw money while entering, attracting a group of people to rush?"

Peter's eyes widened when he heard it, Nimei, anyone believed this?

"These are all made by unscrupulous tabloids, fake news that makes sales, fake, at least I haven't seen Master Huan give money." After a pause, Peter's old eyes projected a sly.

"Of course, if he throws money, I will definitely be the first to rush to grab it, Nimei, who can't get along with the money?"

Thomas's three views were completely subverted.

What kind of situation is this Uncle Peter?

"So what is Young Master Huan like?" Thomas asked again.

He had just come to work, and even saw him in the newspapers. He had seen Master Huan several times from afar in the stadium, but he hadn't been face to face, so he didn't know what kind of person he was.

As soon as his voice fell, he saw a few figures running outside the gate, and they could hear their conversation from a distance.

"Master, it's almost five kilometers, come on, you can, hold on!" The one who was talking was a delicate beauty.

"No, it's only five kilometers. Back then, when I was in the military special training, I carried dozens of kilograms and ran for dozens of hundreds of kilometers. I didn't blush or breathe. How do you look like you, master, You are weak!"

"I'm weak, Nimei, why would you try to run a hundred kilometers with a load for me? Don't stand by and talk without backache!"

"Master, I am wronged, I am the one who said that you have recently gained weight and want to lose weight, so I made special training for you!"

"I train Nimei."

"Oh, I will let them pick up my sister when I look back!"

"I'll pick up your mother!"

"Okay, take my mom here too, I haven't seen them for a long time!"

"I'll rub ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you roll me, roll me as far as you can, don't hinder my young master from losing weight!"

"Isn't it just that few taels of meat? I don't believe it, I can't reduce you, I will fight with you for labor and capital!"

As he spoke, he saw the young man gritted his teeth and rushed towards the gate of the training base.

Thomas had just reacted and was about to stop, but Peter pulled him.

"Here, he is Master Huan!"

"What?" Thomas was dumbfounded.

"He is Master Huan?"

My goodness, what's the situation?

Too subversive, too ruined three views, right?

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