The World’s First, Second and Third are Me

Seeing the truth, see you in the World Youth Championship.

The next day, he said goodbye to Chen Tao and left contact information with each other. This was the purest form of communication in their time.

A season is so long, it's not as long as the few games at the end of the season. For Manchester United, the league has no desire, only the FA Cup final.

Waiting is so painful.

Especially watching Liverpool and Chelsea sing in the Champions League and fight in the semi-finals. The desire for the championship is written on the face of each Manchester United man.

"This is a day towards victory. Whether you are a Chelsea or Liverpool fan, are you ready? Tonight, there will be a team going to the Champions League final..."

At six o'clock in the morning, BBC Radio began to broadcast the game of Liverpool VS Chelsea in the Champions League semi-finals that day. This second round of competition has long become the most concerned game in the entire England.

"The team of Benitez is ready, captain Gerrard has made a vow to lead Liverpool to kill Chelsea at Anfield and enter the finals, and Mourinho's blue team is also bound to win. They and the fans will arrive in Liverpool at five this afternoon."

Really happy! Dong Fangzhuo suddenly envied Gerald and Lampard...

rustle……

Dong Fangzhuo turned off the radio, slammed on the accelerator, and whistled toward the base of Carrington.

I didn’t have the ability to chase the Champions League in my previous life, but I coveted the Champions League in my life...

When the sky was bright, Dong Fangzhuo's headlights shone on the door of the Carrington base. The door opened slowly. He drove the car into the parking lot and put it in place, then ran slowly to the training ground.

Not far away, a familiar figure actually stood on the sidelines.

team leader?

Dong Fangzhuo recognized it at a glance.

Except for Roy Keane's back that was so great, he couldn't think of anyone else's back that made him feel a creepy look.

Keen was still plastering and crutches a few days ago, but today his hands were empty, and it looks like he has stood up again.

So early, what is he doing here, Dong Fangzhuo is very curious, but he doesn't want to disturb him.

This legendary captain of Manchester United, no matter where he appears on the training ground, will be respected by other teammates. Although Keane favors him, Keane's temper is also very strange. Dong Fangzhuo does not want to ask for trouble...

He silently lowered his head and ran in circles, but his mind was always on Keane.

Could it be that you have nocturnal disease? Why come here early in the morning...

After waiting for him to circle, Keane suddenly shouted on the sidelines, the voice was still loud and scary, just like the warriors roaring for victory on the battlefield.

"Fake Squid, Dong, hurry up!"

what?

Just know the psychology of the captain! Dong Fangzhuo hurriedly walked past.

"Fake squid, why did you come so early, the league is no longer meaningful." Keane's expression was exaggerated and agitated.

"Captain, we still have the FA Cup final!"

"Fak FA Cup!"

"Fak!"

"The FA Cup is special at the end of May."

"But I still have to be prepared." Dong Fangzhuo replied firmly.

Hearing Dong Fangzhuo's answer, Keen stared at him quietly for a few seconds before finally reaching out his right hand and tapping heavily on Dong Fangzhuo's left shoulder.

"You really belong to Manchester United. I don't think you are wrong. You just kick the Arsenal's **** with the **** Manchester United and win the FA Cup. Good luck, Chinese Director."

After talking, he turned around suddenly, leaving only his back again, and then slowly walked out of the training ground.

I don't know why, at that moment, Dong Fangzhuo felt that this turn, this back, was very old and lonely.

This is not the back of a person, but countless backs like Keane. He seems to see many stars in the future turning around like this.

In memory,

Like Martini of San Siro in Milan, heroic and vigorous, never falling down;

Zanetti, like Inter Milan, is never tired in Meazza;

Like Real Madrid's Bernabeu's eternal Lord of the Rings Raul, he is loved very much;

Like the elegant Pierrot of Juventus Alps, love like a teenager;

Like the Roman Olympic gladiator Totti, loyal to death;

Like Gerald at Liverpool Anfield who never walks alone...

They are like a city.

One person, one city.

"team leader."

Dong Fangzhuo shouted, then followed a few steps, but stopped behind him.

"What?"

"Will you stay at Manchester United next season?"

Keane stopped, but didn't turn around.

This question is too heavy, too heavy to ask, and very heavy to answer.

For a long time, neither of them spoke again. Dong Fangzhuo was waiting for Keane's answer, and Keane was regaining his language.

"I……"

"do not know."

Keane looked around and finally spit out words.

This is not the answer Dong Fangzhuo wanted.

He just wanted Keane to answer, and I will stay. I will still be the captain of Manchester United next season. This is the answer that Dong Fangzhuo wants, just like the leader gave the soldiers a solid commitment.

But this time, Keane's answer was not as he wished. Leaders will eventually grow old and have an uncertain future.

"If I were still there, I would come to run with you so early every day."

"If I'm gone, you must lead Manchester United to fight and win the Champions League for Manchester United."

...

Keane took another step, still walking slowly.

Dong Fangzhuo's eyes were wet.

Roy Keane, always Keene of Manchester United, has only one city in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Keane waved his hand and disappeared into the dawn...

There is a little sadness in the wind.

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"Hey, China Dong, you don’t run early in the morning, noisy, noisy, woo, today is the **** game between Chelsea and Liverpool, not Manchester United!" There was an old man lying on the sofa halfway on the sofa at the gate duty room In response to Dong Fangzhuo's voice, he murmured.

He has opened the door for Dong Fangzhuo personally for the whole season.

"Hehe... Dong, hurry up and raise the trophy, hey."

"Ah, dreaming again, it seems that my mind is getting more and more confused."

woo woo woo woo--

The roaring engine sound suddenly passed manicly in his ears, and the old man jumped up immediately, then screamed out at the window.

"Fak!!"

"Fak Squid! Roy!"

"Don't you ever come back!"

"Ah, what the hell, how many years have you been, and you are still a small child. SB!"

"Hey, Roy, did you hear that!"

"What are you doing to stop me!"

"Don't go..."

"Ugh……"

In a flash, how many years have passed?

At that time, those young and savvy young people all left one by one...

In this chapter, I wrote with tears. Although I did not write well, I moved myself, especially when listening to a "followyourdream" music... I have been watching these stars grow up and grow old. I sometimes wonder if it is good to write a book that can describe each club’s stars, regardless of club, only about youth, glory and ideals. I will write this book carefully, not to leave too much regret. Come on, today is still six more.