Red Rebels

Droysden is an amateur team that has been in the lower leagues of England for a long time. There is a dilapidated old stadium that can accommodate up to 3,000 fans, and most of them can only stand.

This is an extremely ordinary amateur team in more than 7,000 football clubs in England. Their owner, David Pace, is just a not rich clothing businessman in Manchester, although he is indeed very fat; at the same time, In Droysden's history, their home is almost never full.

But such an amateur team, in such an old stadium, has become the focus of attention of the whole of England and even European football overnight.

Droysden obviously has no such appeal. What really attracts the attention of the media and fans is Manchester United, a new Manchester United team that has just decided to form and is selecting players through trial training, funded by Manchester United's most ardent fans.

For a time, the cars of visiting fans and the media filled the parking lot outside the Droysden Butcher Knife Stadium, and even traffic on Market Street was severely blocked.

Although this is not the urban area of ​​Manchester, in order not to hinder the access of surrounding residents, the police station still sent several police officers to the scene to help the fans who volunteered to help maintain order and divert traffic.

"Hello, where is the registration office?" A young man carrying a travel bag commonly used by players came to the security office at the gate of the stadium to inquire.

"Turn right in front, the place with the most people is here!" The old security guard stretched his hand out of the window, pointed to the stadium, and said.

"Oh, thank you!" The young man trotted in immediately.

Entering the stadium from the tunnel, I found that there were fans everywhere in the stands. They were all wearing red Manchester United jerseys. People who didn't know watched it and must have thought that a Manchester United game was being held here.

Looking at the familiar red jersey, the young man smiled, looked around, and found that the field was separated into three parts. The outermost part was the registration office that the security uncle had just pointed out. A note on the registration desk hangs on the umbrella.

"Hey, I'm only 62 years old, how can I be as old as you say, I can still play football, and my skills are not bad. If you don't believe me, ask them!" An old man with withered white hair pointed at his companion behind him and protested dissatisfiedly. .

Behind him is a group of old people who are about the same age as him, and they are obviously all here to participate in the trial training.

"However, at such an old age, can you still run when you are on the court?" The young man thought amusingly as he walked over, but he had to be moved by the behavior of these old people.

Presumably they will be here for the same reasons as themselves, to carry on their affection for Manchester United to this unique club.

"Uh, do you still need a physical fitness test?" In the queue, a middle-aged fat man who seemed to weigh at least 100 kilograms pointed to the physical fitness test area inside and said sweating all over.

Looking at his physique, I'm afraid he can't run when he gets on the court!

"I'll forget it, I'm just here to make up the numbers. If I knew there were so many people today, I wouldn't use it." When it was the fat man's turn, the fat man smiled and took the initiative to confess to the applicants, "By the way, I Call Jim, the taxi driver, this is my number, call me if you need anything, I promise to be there for you, no charge!"

After speaking, Fatty walked out of the crowd cheerfully, but headed towards the stands.

"Hello!" It was the young man's turn, he stepped forward and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello!" The applicant stared at the young man for a while, and asked in confusion, "Excuse me, how old are you?"

"13 years old!" the young man replied with a smile, "I'm from London."

There was an uproar in the crowd queuing around. The 13-year-old boy specially ran over from London to participate in the trial training of the new Manchester United?

The applicant looked at the enthusiastic young man in front of him in embarrassment.

Obviously he doesn't want to pour cold water on him, but the rules for selecting players have to be followed.

"I'm really sorry, the players we selected this time must be at least 16 years old, so I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" The applicant replied politely.

The young man was stunned for a moment, but quickly became anxious, "No, you see, although I'm only 13 years old, but look at my stature, I'm not shorter than a 16-year-old person, and my body is very strong, this is what I grew up with It's just hard training, I play as a central defender, believe me, I can definitely meet the team's requirements!"

"I'm really sorry!" The sign-up staff was full of apologies, after all, this fanatical Manchester United fan came from London specially.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and he was no longer optimistic and cheerful, his eyes became dark, and something was rolling faintly.

"I...I can take no wages or be a substitute, I...I..."

"I'm sorry, this is the FA's regulations, I'm really sorry!" The answer to him was still refusal.

The teenager bit his lips, resisted himself from crying, squeezed out a smile, and nodded towards the staff, "That's disturbing!"

After saying that, the boy turned around and left.

"Hey!" The staff couldn't help standing up and stopped him.

The boy turned around, a little strange.

"Can you leave your phone number? We'll let you know when our team forms a youth team!"

The teenager laughed suddenly, nodded heavily, ran back, picked up the pen, and scribbled down his address and phone number in the notebook. Every letter was written very carefully and clearly, as if he was afraid that others would not be able to see it clearly. , and finally his name.

Curtis Davis!

"What a cute little red devil!" Watching Curtis leave, the staff said with a smile.

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This incident that happened at the registration office didn't attract much attention, but Xiao Yu, who came out of the office, could see it clearly, which shocked him a lot.

As an avid fan, Xiao Yu asked himself that he did not have the kind of persistent pursuit of this young man.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu understood why Walsh and the others knew that they were obliged to help, but their smiles were full of fulfillment while they were busy doing things.

"Cough, I really envy you!" A fat middle-aged man came from a distance and came to Xiao Yu's side, "We Droysden have never been treated like you, you are a very different team. team!"

"Mr. Pace, you are being too modest. With your support, Droysden's performance is getting better and better. I believe that he will soon be promoted to the National League. As long as he works harder, it is not a problem to be promoted to the British League Three."

Although he had just woken up, Xiao Yu sat in the office all morning, forcing himself to accept the fact that he had passed through, and at the same time absorb the memory of the original British Xiao Yu, so as to avoid revealing himself in his words and deeds.

"It's not that easy. Football is all about money now, and you can't play without money, so if your team wants to make a difference, there's still a long way to go!" David Pace laughs hehe said.

When Xiao Yu was preparing to build a new club, David Pace gave him a lot of advice and help, and even the venue for this trial was borrowed for free. If it weren't for his status as a Manchester United fan, I'm afraid David Pace wouldn't be so generous.

In addition, since David Pace is in the clothing business, he decided to provide free jerseys and socks to every player in Xiao Yu's new club, which made Xiao Yu very grateful.

However, David Pace's words reminded Xiao Yu that funds are very important for a football club.

However, since the new club has just been established and it is in the lowest level of the league in England, it may be quite difficult to find sponsorships, so Xiao Yu can only rely on Xiao Yu to solve the funding.

"By the way, what do you think of the name of your club?" David Pace lit a cigarette. He knew that Xiao Yu didn't smoke, so he was not polite.

"We were going to be called FC United [FCUnited], but it was rejected by the FA, so we chose four more, Manchester United Football Club [FC United of Manchester], Manchester Central Football Club [FC]

ManchesterCentral], AFC Manchester 1878 [AFCManchester1878] and Newton Heath UnitedFC [NewtonHeathUnitedFC]. "

"Oh, they are all inextricably linked with Manchester United. No matter which one you choose, you will definitely get the support of the fans!" Pace was very happy after hearing this, because from these names, he felt that he gave Xiao Yu the help is not wrong.

"However, it's best to speed up the registration. After all, it's already June, and the league starts in August, so time is tight." Pace put away his smile and urged, "In addition, I checked for you, Northwest England. There are still vacancies in the second league this year, you are a newly founded team, you should be able to join directly and participate in the competition after applying.”

Xiao Yu nodded and agreed. A newly established club must start from the lowest level of competition. This is not controversial. Even if his team is dubbed the title of [New Manchester United] by the media, it can be said that In the end still can not change the rules of the FA.

At this time, Xiao Yu suddenly thought of a question, his team has not yet selected a head coach!

God, these guys must have been dizzy for a while, and they forgot about this matter.

"Okay, you guys are busy, I have to go to the factory to take a look, so I'll go first!" Pace saw Walsh hurried over, knowing that something must be wrong, so he took the initiative to leave.

As soon as Pace left, Walsh leaned over, mysteriously.

"Xiao Yu!"

"Yeah!" Xiao Yu was still thinking about the head coach.

"Did you know? There was an incredible person at the registration office just now!" Walsh said very excitedly, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

"Well, who is it? David Beckham?" Xiao Yu asked with a smile.

"No no no, Beckham is preparing for the World Cup in France, how can there be time to come to us!" Walsh vetoed.

"Who is that? Are you here to sign up?" Xiao Yu was aroused.

"Of course!" Walsh affirmed.

Xiao Yu was obviously hooked, "Superstar?"

Walsh nodded.

"Manchester United?"

Walsh nodded again.

"Who?" Xiao Yu was excited.

"Giggs!" Walsh said word by word.

Xiao Yu was completely dumbfounded!

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