The first half wasn't over yet, and everyone was already numb.
Isabella took out her mobile phone and dialed John's number.
John didn't know what he was busy with, so he rang for a long time before answering. There was still a bit of noise on the other end of the phone, "Dear, what's wrong?"
"Come and see your son."
"Huh?" John knew that his son was competing, and his first reaction was naturally that he was injured. "Is the situation serious?"
"Very serious."
"Are you sent to the hospital?" John said anxiously, "I'll be there soon!"
"Kearney Training Ground, you'd better hurry up," Isabella said slyly, "otherwise you may regret it for the rest of your life."
After saying that, without giving her husband a chance to react, She immediately hung up the phone. When She turned around, She found that everyone around him was looking at her strangely.
Well, to be precise, behind me.
She turned around, and a face that almost everyone in England recognized came into view.
Isabella knew that what was supposed to come would come.
"Sorry, madam," Wenger said, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, I just wanted to talk to you about your son's future."
Isabella smiled, "Actually, we just talked about this topic with him about an hour or two ago."
"I wonder if Arsenal is included in your plans?"
"Sorry, no, but I think it's not too late now," Isabella said, "But if I remember correctly, it seems that the team coach can't contact the players privately, right? You know, my child is still at Reading Club The guy, well, even though he couldn't even make the bench for the first team."
The last sentence is somewhat personal.
My son, such a great son of mine, you actually put him on the bench of the youth team, what do you think? !
Deserve to be at the bottom of the Premier League!
"I just saw a very interesting young man and wanted to make friends with him. That's all. It has nothing to do with whether he is a player or not." The innocent Wenger has spent half his life fighting wits and courage with a group of old silver coins in the Premier League. In fact, it was already bad. "Of course, if he happens to be a player, there's nothing I can do about it. The Football Association doesn't stipulate that an old man can't be friends with a player."
"Yes, I think he must also be very willing to have such a friend. Although the age difference between you is a bit too big, but this doesn't seem to be a suitable occasion?"
"No, this is the best occasion. Since I am here today, it is impossible for him to join other teams," Wenger said. "The first professional contract in his life should be with Arsenal. This It's the best choice."
Isabella said calmly, "I have to leave this matter to my husband to decide. Of course, the most important thing is my son's wish. Although I know that he will definitely not be able to refuse to make friends with such a respectable old man as you."
"Maybe you should call your Husband now and tell him that there is an old man waiting for him in the office at the Colney training base," Wenger said with a smile. "Does he like coffee or tea? I have a new A bottle of red wine, it tastes quite good, maybe he will like it, well, it was given by Ferguson, to be honest, he is not very good, but he has a lot of good stuff."
"Sorry, he drives, and drinking coffee will make him unable to sleep at night." It is the consensus of the whole world that you should drive a car but not a drink, and drive a drink but not a car.
Wenger naturally lied, "I see, I actually like tea too."
Cox naturally saw Wenger talking to Isabella, and he certainly knew what the old man was doing.
"Quick! Call!" Cox almost growled to his assistant coach, "Tell Brian that Wenger is coming to rob someone!"
Brian McDermott is Reading's current coach, but if the team's performance continues to improve, he may soon become Reading's former coach.
The call was dialed and the assistant coach explained the matter clearly in a few words, but McDermott thought they were crazy and said in an unhappy tone: "Are you sure it's not a coincidence?"
Cox grabbed the phone, "What a fucking coincidence, that kid scored five goals in the half! Five…well, it's six now! Are you doubting my eyes or my IQ?" "
"I understand, I will consider it."
Hang up the phone and the first half is over.
There was actually another similar call, between the parent of a Reading youth team player and another Ferguson.
"…Mr. Martin, hello, I'm Hans… No, it's not for the weekend party, nor for Lake… I just think you should come to the Colney training base now. I really can't believe myself. Eyes… a kid, he scored five goals for Arsenal in half time… No, of course today is not April Fools' Day, nor is it a trial, it is a youth team game, oh, damn, he scored again, Arsenal defender Are they all wood… What? You can't enter the Kearney training base? Why? You are the least welcome to them… I probably understand… Well, I will, don't worry."
Hans hung up the phone, thought about what he wanted to say, and walked towards Isabella.
"Hello, Ms. Isa," Hans said politely, "I am Hans, we have met, I am Lake's father, that is…"
"No. 6, I know," Isabella said, "Your son is an outstanding leader, and he is also a good friend of Alexander."
"Thank you, Lake is indeed outstanding, but compared to Alexander…" Hans smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Can you please take a step to talk?"
"Can I ask what it is first?"
"About your son's future."
"…" Why are so many people concerned about my son's future today?
The two found a place far away from the crowd, and Hans said: "Actually, I am Ferguson's friend, Martin Ferguson. I think you should know him."
"Of course, it's hard for me not to know."
Martin Ferguson, brother of Sir Alex Ferguson, is Manchester United's chief scout.
Manchester United can achieve the name of the Red Devils, and this man has an indelible contribution.
"I'll be blunt," Hans said, "I saw Wenger was talking to you just now. If I guessed correctly, he should want to sign Alexander, but Ferguson is also very interested in your son. Of course, he only listened to my report, but I believe that as long as Alexander can show half of his level in this game, he can conquer the most discerning scouts and coaches in the entire Premier League."
"Thank you, Mr. Hans, I'll remember it."
"Then I gave Mr. John's number to Martin? He should contact you soon."
Isabella thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome, if you can," Hans shrugged, "If Alexander can really enter Manchester United, I'm talking about becoming the main player of Manchester United, I hope that one day he can help Lake, you know, that kid is Manchester United As a fan, the biggest dream in this life is to wear the Manchester United jersey."
"Sorry, even if my son becomes the main player of Manchester United, even if he wears Manchester United's No. 7, he may not be able to help you. You know, you are friends with Martin Ferguson, but you still can't change anything."
"Okay, I'm naïve. In football, strength still has to speak for itself," Hans sighed. "But I still sincerely hope that Alexander can join the team that suits him best, whether it's Reading, Arsenal or Manchester United."
"Thank you, and I also wish Lake can realize his dream".