British 1986

This method of physically disappearing is too scary!

Listening to a story is a story, but when such a story actually happens around you, everyone will be afraid!

He is just an ordinary person, just a little football coach, and he has no ability to resist this kind of thing.

Ferguson glanced at the desk in front of him with his peripheral vision. Folders of different colors were neatly arranged in categories. In front of Mr. Allen, there was a list that seemed to be a physical examination report and a copy of today's newspaper. , Ferguson looked away when he saw this and did not dare to continue looking.

"Isn't there the European Cup this year? Are you going back to Scotland then?"

Allen looked at the somewhat reserved Ferguson and prepared to chat with him for a while.

"It's your Excellency. I have already gone back during the winter break. I haven't had time to tell you yet. When this season is over, I will go back as an assistant coach in May, which will take about half a month."

"Oh, that's right, as long as it doesn't delay the work of the new season."

It’s time for the European Cup, which happens every few years, and it’s time for a few “beautiful boys” from the British Isles to send their football teams to compete.

Not only is Ferguson going back to the Scotland men's national team as an assistant coach, Manchester United players are also going to be transferred back to their respective national teams, and England will also participate in the European Cup.

leftover.

Anyway, the four "beautiful boys" on the British island each play their own cultural and sports projects. The overall strength is of course England's strongest, followed by Scotland.

Northern Ireland is second and Wales is at the bottom.

In this year's European Cup, Wales also participated in the qualifiers, but wanted to reach the finals.

Forget it!

The Welsh men's national team is now the legendary team that sends belly fat. Whoever is assigned to a group will be happy with the other team.

"In the second half of the season, you can release the news. When this season is over, the team's uniforms and team logo will make certain changes next season. Can you boost morale by revealing this news?"

Allen grabbed a document and threw it to Ferguson, asking him to take a look at the newly designed Manchester United team logo and uniforms.

The previous Manchester United uniforms were bright red in color and relatively tacky.

Allen doesn't like it. He likes the kind of aristocratic red that is full of power, just like the color of his dress and cloak. The red is very pure, and this kind of red is the kind of red with nobility.

The team logo is simple. Other teams, some with royal connections, will add a small crown logo to the team logo, which looks very classy.

The Manchester United team emblem of this period has two upper and lower banners connected with old-fashioned football logos. The city name is written on the top and the name of the football club is written below. There is a small shield badge in the middle. The pattern on the badge is a lion wearing a castle crown. , also holding a dung fork in his hand.

The designer of Chicken Thief designed three small golden protrusions on the top of the banner. At first glance, it looks like a crown, but that’s it, it’s just a borderline.

They are a workers' team without royal authorization, so they dare not openly use the crown symbol on their team emblem.

Teams like Real Madrid have a crown logo on their team emblem. Just compare it with others, and you will instantly feel that it is very inferior.

Allen's idea is still the same, using the earl's crown as a logo. This is much better than the edging method used in Manchester United's current team emblem!

I don't know how to behave like this. I took a quick look at Manchester United's new team logo and thought they had quietly changed it to Royal Manchester United.

Ferguson took the folder and opened it. The things inside were all made into real objects. They looked very good in the photos. Since Allen acquired Manchester United, they have not promoted it. Everyone only knows that Manchester United has changed owners and the club's funds have changed. Enough.

The rest is not something ordinary players can know.

"Okay, sir. I will notify you."

"Ha ha."

Allen is not particularly concerned about the team's current performance. Anyway, the Premier League has not yet been established. As long as it is not relegated, it is still in the penalty period. So what if they win the League One championship?

Since he can't go to European competitions, it's better to take advantage of this period to reorganize the team. After a few years when the Premier League is established and the penalty period has passed, he can make a splash again. For him, Manchester United is used to enhance his reputation and show off.

In Great Britain, we don’t discuss football, and we are embarrassed to say hello to people when we go out. Although Mr. Allen doesn’t like it, he just buys a team, so that he will look very cool in the future.

"I heard that you like to scold players in the locker room? Is there someone who doesn't listen to your instructions?"

Allen suddenly asked Ferguson curiously, this guy has a nickname, called Ferguson Hair Dryer.

This means that when he curses, he speaks very fast, and the wind from his mouth blows on people's faces like a hair dryer.

"Well, some of your players are used to playing. They are fine during training, but as soon as they play, they forget everything."

Ferguson thought Allen had some objection to him scolding the players. After hearing his inquiry, he tried his best to explain.

"No, no, no, you don't have to explain to me!"

Opening the desk drawer, Allen took out a small gadget, shook it at Ferguson twice, and threw it directly to him: "I'll give you a small toy. This is the dagger I carried with me when I was serving. If someone doesn't do it in the future, Be obedient, just use this, scolding all the time, the effect is not as direct as this!"

"These people were bought with my money. If they don't obey and play football well, you will destroy them so that they will never have to obey or play football again."

Ferguson subconsciously took the dagger thrown by Allen, and when he heard what he said, his whole body went numb. He thought Allen had a problem with him scolding the players, but unexpectedly, he thought his scolding was ineffective.

As expected, you are very resolute and considerate in your work.

"yes"

"Okay. You are responsible for the team's results. Don't you want to rectify the youth training? I have left these to you. You don't have to rush. Take your time. What I want is not temporary results, but long-term results." !”

"clear!"

Ferguson stood up with the dagger and saw Allen pick up the tea cup, which meant that he could leave.

When he came to report to work today, he basically didn't say a few words. He was just beaten a little, and then comforted and reassured that his position as head coach was saved, which made Ferguson sigh in relief.

"Then I will take my leave now, Your Excellency."

"Um."

Early in the morning on February 3, Allen went to Cardiff, the capital, and listened to a small meeting. This was the procedure needed to establish several unions related to the food delivery industry.

If it were established in England, the procedure would be a bit more complicated, as it would have to be announced and a lot of materials would have to be submitted.

But setting up a trade union in Wales is much simpler. He just needs to hand over all the materials and someone will naturally help him fill them in!

And after this kind of union was established, it was still valid in England!

After returning home from Cardiff and having lunch, in the afternoon Alan, accompanied by his servants, set up the equipment for him and slipped to the creek to fish. He was waiting for someone. Old Carl was coming back after more than a month. !

"Master!"

Old Carl was still dressed in a very traditional way, but this time he put his top hat and other things in the hall, and put on a cloak. It was still a bit cold outside, and it was even cooler when he was fishing by the river.

Alan was lying on a lounge chair by the river, covered with a thin woolen blanket, and there was a small stove next to him with tea warmed, and the aroma of tea overflowed.

After sniffing, Old Karl said hello, took the small soft stool handed by the servant and sat next to Allen's lounge chair, and helped Allen pull up the blanket.

"You're back? Have you discovered anything new recently?"

Allen didn't open his eyes. The fishing rod was just set up by the river, and he was dozing off.

“It’s quite a discovery.”

Old Carl waved his hands to the servants around him, signaling them to stay away. After the surrounding area was clear, he whispered: "Master, I discovered that it has only been a while since, and the stock prices of several small steel plants have already risen, and there are The stock prices of many chemical raw material factories have also changed!"

If you don't know what's going on here, normal people probably won't pay attention to such a trivial matter. Not all companies are affected by the financial crisis. It's normal for some companies to slowly recover after experiencing a short-term blow. You can't always do that. Fall?

But according to Allen's instructions, Old Carl observed carefully and checked according to the context, and found some things inside.

"oh?"

Allen was slightly startled, steel, chemical raw materials, what chemical raw materials?

Of course it's for weapons!

In other words, it makes ammunition.

As the old saying goes, spring river water warms the duck prophet, there is something

Before it started, there was performance in the market, but

Didn’t the experts analyze that they would have to wait for a period of time before they could stand it any longer before doing something?

Are there signs starting now?

Allen opened his eyes, tilted his head and looked at Old Karl and said, "Help me up."

Old Carl quickly stood up, carefully dragged Allen's neck, and slowly lifted him up from his semi-lying state.

"How many companies are there?"

“Very spread out and”

Old Karl looked around again warily, then leaned into Allen's ear and said: "A large part of it is Jewish industry."

"Yeah, I understand."

Allen frowned. Many people didn't understand why this group of people hated them. This is the reason. The root of many disasters was caused by them. And the purpose was

Just for money!

"Take your time and keep an eye on it. If there is a trend, take a look. How is the acquisition of the production line?"

"We are talking about this. We don't have much to buy. Those small factories have different production line models. It's too troublesome to put them together. We are only talking about medium-sized factories at the moment."

"OK!"

Allen was about to say something when the fishing rod he held suddenly moved slightly. Old Karl reached out, grabbed the rod firmly and handed it to Allen.

Basically no one eats this kind of fish in the creek. The locals don’t eat it anyway because it has many thorns.

Foreigners.

There are not many outsiders in Wales.

Allen pulled hard, not using any fish-teasing techniques, just a simple and rough deadlift, and a small white strip about the length of a palm was pulled out of the water. He had just taken off the hook and was about to throw it back into the river. A white and fat figure flew quietly behind Allen, flashed its wings twice and slowed down to pass Allen, grabbed the fish in Allen's hand with one claw, and with two strong wings, was ready to fly away.

"You idiot, why are you eating this? Is it dirty?"

Allen looked at Xiao Huang, who was not actively doing anything but eating. He was so fat and still eating.

And he ate it secretly. Looking at its fat figure, he cursed.

Who knows, Xiao Huang, who was about to disappear, made a big turn and flew back. When he passed by Allen, he dropped the caught and dying fish next to Allen's lounge chair, and then flopped two times. He lowered his wings and landed, tilting his head and looking at Allen like this.

"I'm going to fucking die, what's the use of you!"

After gently rubbing the fluffy bird's head, Allen looked at its curious look, stood up, washed the small fish in the stream, cut off the head with a knife, and handed only the body to it.

Xiao Huang took the fish body in his mouth, raised his head, moved his neck and swallowed hard. Allen seemed to hear an exaggerated swallowing sound, and then...

This little fish was just swallowed.

"Go, go, go! Play by yourself!"

Seeing that this stupid bird hadn't tasted the fish after eating it, and was still waiting for Allen to fish with a cute look on his face, Allen waved his hand and let it play by itself.

"Do you know why I asked you to come back this time?"

Old Carl curiously looked at the fat bird that was not flying. When Alan told it to go, it really jumped up and ran away with its legs crossed like a free-range chicken. He thought it was quite funny and spread the word in his ears. It was Alan's voice that brought old Karl back to his senses.

"Huh? Master, what do you want?"

Old Karl thought for a moment, nothing big happened recently.

Theoretically speaking, if there are some small things that are not urgent, there is no need to ask him to fly back. You can just send these things back by email or fax.

"The news has passed recently, but I still feel unhappy!"

Allen touched the recliner and took out a small notebook and handed it to Old Karl.

After taking the thin notebook, Old Karl tilted his neck back slightly and narrowed his eyes. He was a bit presbyopic due to his age.

There was nothing written in the notebook, but newspaper clippings posted there.

It was a picture of several black people and some of their remarks in the newspaper.

Seeing this thing, Old Karl understood what was going on.

Everyone knows that his young master is small-minded, and these are the people who had accused him in a strange way some time ago. Unexpectedly, the young master himself actually cut out the newspapers and posted them on his notebook.

This hatred

Not too small!

To be cared about so much by an earl, these black people are like smoke rising from their ancestral graves!

"Master, what do you mean?"

After closing the notebook, Old Karl asked cautiously.

"People are always responsible for their own words, everyone is the same!"

Hanging a little bit of bait on the fishhook, he threw the fishhook into the water, put down the fishing rod, sat down again, and looked at Old Carl.

"I have endured it for more than a month! Now the public opinion has long passed, I want them to be smashed to pieces!"

Licking his lips, Allen added: "Not just themselves, but their families too! Do these American bastards think that I can't do anything to them across the Atlantic Ocean?"

"I want you to let them taste pain and despair, can you do that?"

Old Karl swallowed as he listened to Allen's cold voice.