i am beckham

Chapter 82
Beckham had just practiced two in-cut shots when he was slapped from behind by Ferguson.

This slap made a loud and crisp sound, not very lethal, but extremely insulting.

This is the old man's forte, and what he is best at is disgusting people.

Beckham looked at Ferguson in surprise, why did this old man beat someone?
In addition, his head coach walked into the stadium wearing leather shoes, isn't he messing around!
The corners of Beckham's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't dare to ask Ferguson, while Gary Neville beside him was so frightened that he simply petrified.

While he was still wondering, the old man approached him and asked, "When the fuck did you start to have this idea? How come I never knew?"

Beckham was suddenly unable to complain, I picked you to practice more for several days in a row, you only saw the feelings today.

I still trust John too much. How can the old man be so sensitive? He seems to have an affair with Roy Evans in the past few days, so he doesn't care about other people.

I think about bad ideas every day, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't say something that makes the other person uncomfortable.

Seeing that Beckham couldn't answer, Ferguson turned to Gary Neville. With just one look, he made his most loyal dog leg smart.

"Gary, how's his cutting effect?"

Hearing Ferguson's words, Gary Neville stubbornly suppressed the panic in his heart: "Not yet, he still lacks a sense of rhythm. As long as the defensive players predict in advance, the possibility of being blocked will greatly increase."

Gary Neville found that as long as he was in front of Ferguson, his ability to make up lies would be instantly weakened, and he felt extra effort when thinking, so he could only tell the truth.

After hearing his words, Ferguson immediately pulled Beckham to his side: "Since it's so bad, then there's no need to practice anymore. Don't let them see it, just let them be unexpected and unpredictable."

After saying this, Ferguson turned around and left, leaving only the two little brats in his eyes staring at each other.

"What's wrong with the old man today, I feel like he's crazy!"

Beckham heard that Gary was using similar words to make himself comfortable. He is a player who respects the coach very much.

Forget it, let's just treat the crisp sound just now as nothing, today is an important day, and it is understandable for the old man to become nervous.

Not far away, Cantona, who turned up his collar, drew loud cheers as soon as he touched the ball.

Gary Neville looked around but couldn't find his brother, so he quickly patted Beckham and said, "David, help me find Phil. Today's game means a lot to him. If he doesn't play well, it will be bullshit."

His meaning is obvious, I was your training partner just now, you should help me find my younger brother now.

Beckham nodded, okay, anyway, his body is hot, and his excitement can't be restrained at all. His brother is either on the field or in the locker room, so it's not hard to find him.

It's not a potato, and it doesn't grow in the ground.

The two searched around, but they still didn't see Philip Neville. Could it be that this stinky brother is really a potato?

Gary Neville was walking cursingly, and suddenly saw his brother wearing a coat to help the staff collect footballs, no wonder he couldn't find him
Seeing his younger brother running around chasing the football, Beckham was also happy. Phil has obsessive-compulsive disorder and always organizes things subconsciously.

So when Gary Neville came to his house for dinner, he asked him to bring his younger brother.

The younger brother always helps them set the billiards, clean up, and wash the dishes.

At first he thought the guy was winking, but later he realized that it was the result of the onset of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Gary Neville was so angry: "Is it easy for David to work so hard to help you get the main position? Who are you worthy of picking up the ball here? I think you don't play football in the future, it's better to be a staff member!"

Seeing Gary Neville say this about himself, Beckham's expression was obviously a bit broken.

I've said it all, it was an accident, why is it all on my head now, what good will it do me to kill the team's main left back?
Beckham didn't bother to listen to Gary teach Phil a lesson, so he found a football to kick a few times.

He passed by Keene and Bart, and heard the former instructing Curly with a sharp voice: "Nicky, watch out, that silly hat named Barnes is very sticky, if he doesn't pass the ball, fuck him hard!"

In the other half, the Liverpool team, wearing a white and green team, was warming up silently under the watchful eyes of more than 4 Manchester United fans. The players of the two teams did not communicate from beginning to end.

In the away team stand, the Liverpool players wearing red team and the surrounding home team fans are not much different, the only difference is that they are surrounded by a layer of law and order staff who are on the verge of an enemy.

Although the Liverpool fans who came to Old Trafford with the team felt a little lonely, they were not honest and had to sing a few disgusting Manchester United songs from time to time.

Beckham scanned around Liverpool's bench, he didn't look like a champion, and he didn't look like a world champion.

Old John has recently learned to whet his appetite. Neither Collymore nor Robbie Fowler are England's indispensable strikers.

Seeing that neither of these two people is a "sincere person", Beckham expanded the scope of candidates to include McManaman, only to find that Old John scoffed at the current top card of the Liverpool team.

Maybe the striker who will determine the future of the England team is still playing in the youth academy.
Outside Old Trafford, fans are still pouring into the stadium.

Riddle, who was in charge of the East Stand, glanced at the time, and shouted anxiously into the intercom: "The main console, this is the East Stand, I have something to say!"

He is the inspector in charge of the East Stand, and only fifty regular police officers are available around him. The rest are part-time volunteer police officers and community service police officers.

Every year, the double red meeting is a big event for the Manchester Police Department. In order to maintain law and order in the venue, it is useless even if all the people in the hall are filled. They can only temporarily recruit reserves and volunteers.

As a police officer, his greatest wish is not to cause any trouble during the competition.

But looking at the fans pouring in from the east gate, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

After waiting for a long time for a reply, Riddle was a little furious: "The main console, what the hell am I going to talk about, are you dead or alive, give me a call!"

"Harry, what the hell are you eating, can you keep the minimum respect for your boss!"

Riddle heard that the tone of the main console was not very good, so he knew something was wrong.

In fact, he already felt that something was wrong. The East Stand with only 12000 seats was full 10 minutes ago. Later people simply stood on the stairs. It seems that many fans without tickets fished in troubled waters and wanted to come in for free.

"Clark, how many people have entered the stadium now? Answer quickly!"

"I guess there are already 5 people up and down! There is still a steady stream of people pouring in at the door. I am worried that there will be chaos in another 10 minutes."

Riddle snorted angrily, and then continued to ask: "Is it because some entrances let people in without checking tickets?"

At this time, a muffled voice came through the intercom: "There are five security checkpoints in the West Stand, and the support police are in charge. These dogs saw that there was too much traffic, so they let people in without checking tickets!"

"Harry, there are still many people at the gate. I don't think half an hour can finish the inspection. I think it's better to put people into the stadium immediately!"

Hearing the voice from the main console, Riddell simply laughed angrily: "This stadium only has 56000 seats. If you let fans enter the stadium at will, there will be 8 people in the stadium in half an hour, and there will be more people in the stadium by then." Thousands of people crowded into the arena, and you bastard will go to court at that time!"

The intercom hesitated for a moment, and then continued to speak: "Harry, you are a veteran, hurry up and think of a way, or today will really hang up!"

Riddle shook his head, he really didn't know how this idiot got into the position of superintendent, he really wanted to let this idiot bear the consequences by himself.

But in the face of potential safety hazards that may erupt later, he can only suppress his anger: "Open all the backup security checkpoints to divert the people in line, call in some regular police officers, and drag out the crowd if they don't have a ticket. If there is trouble, give them a taste of chili water. The sooner the better!"

20 minutes later, when "Glory Belongs to Manchester United" sounded in the stadium of nearly 6 people at Old Trafford, Riddell took off his hat and let out a sigh of relief: "There is nothing wrong at all."

In the locker room of the home team, Alex Ferguson glanced at everyone and said, "That son of a bitch Roy is farting in front of the media again. The Roy I'm talking about is that old gangster from Liverpool."

As soon as Ferguson finished speaking, the Manchester United players all laughed, and the atmosphere in the locker room finally became less oppressive.

Beckham could already feel his own heartbeat. Although the soundproofing effect of the locker room was very good, he could feel that the number of fans today was far higher than usual based on the vibration in the room.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Ferguson spoke again: "Gentlemen, welcome to the blood-red Shuanghonghui. Now our enemies are facing each other.

We all know that failure is totally unacceptable.

United have to beat Liverpool, we simply don't have any other options and we won't accept any other result.

This game is not only about league points, but also about the glory of the whole city.

Eric's dad is here, David's dad is here, Gary and Phil's dad, Nicky's dad, Ryan's dad are all here
They are in the stands now, like other fans, praying to God, I hope you will bloom like fireworks.

You must swear in the name of your family here, give your best in the 90 minutes, I want you to fight until the last second, until we win! "

Beckham only felt that the blood rushed to the top of his head from nowhere. He couldn't remember what he and his teammates yelled and said. When he regained consciousness, he was already standing in the player tunnel.

Cantona turned up his collar and stood at the front of the line with his back straight. Seeing this guy, he immediately felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)