i am beckham

Chapter 91 "Daddy"'s Care
As the referee blew the final whistle, there was another earth-shattering, crying "Red Army" cheer at Old Trafford.

The game is over, and the celebration ceremony has just begun. "Glory to Manchester United" has already started playing on the stadium radio, and all the Manchester United fans are singing and dancing.

Overlooking from a high altitude, the stands of the entire Old Trafford stadium are like beating red wool, full of joy and warm festive joy.

And the "frivolous" beautiful male fan who took advantage of Beckham's lore against Liverpool was holding hands with the Manchester United fans on the left and right, waving their hands in the air.

He has a smile on his face now, and even the plaid top that is sometimes exposed from the short sleeves looks bright.With a beautiful woman by his side, code workers reached the pinnacle of life at Old Trafford.

In the visiting team stands, all the Liverpool fans were petrified on the spot, and many of them were stunned by the goal just now.

Half an hour ago, the team was leading Manchester United 2-1 in the away game. If this score can continue until the end of the game, the team will not only win the away game, but also overtake Manchester United in the standings. This matter can be boasted for a year.

Even if the score is equalized by Manchester United, it is an acceptable result to take 1 point away.The away game was a draw, and it would be nice to go back to the home court and beat up the deadly enemy.

But seeing that the game was about to end, he was suddenly bypassed by a player from the right side to the left, and then "walked sideways" unscrupulously outside the penalty area, and finally succeeded in scoring with a heavy artillery.

This goal has a full level of damage and a top level of insult.Seeing Beckham surrounded by his teammates on the big screen in the stadium, many Liverpool fans were itching their teeth. Everyone wanted to rush off the field and tear him up and put him in bottles to take home. This is really rewarding.

The Liverpool players either stood on the field with their hips akimbo, or simply lay on the lawn, regardless of whether anyone had spat there just now, the scene was extremely tragic.

Beckham was pinned down and slapped on the ground by his teammates in a hopeless manner. His hair was messed up and his clothes were disheveled by the rough men around him. Everyone based their joy after scoring on his helplessness.

Even the younger brother seemed to be possessed, hugging his leg and dragging him to the edge of the goal. This was to use his lower body as a millstone to circle around the goal post.

It's your opposite!

Beckham, who came to his senses, kicked Phil onto the lawn and rolled him around, then kicked Gary repeatedly with his right foot. This idea must have come from him. It is never a good thing for these two guys to play together!
On the sidelines, Liverpool's head coach Roy Evans walked towards Ferguson with a dejected look on his face.

He doesn't want to go either, there is no way, before and after the game, it is a requirement of the Premier League that the head coaches of the two sides shake hands to greet each other.

In a country that emphasizes gentlemanly demeanor everywhere, a head coach with no demeanor will definitely be repeatedly hammered by the media, spraying him with doubts about life.

Ferguson was walking towards him with a playful face, touched his hand lightly and immediately withdrew it, and said with a disgusted face: "It's over, go home!"

Roy Evans' complexion had turned from cloudy to overcast at this time, from black to purple.

A soldier can be killed and cannot be humiliated, isn't it just a loss? Who the hell hasn't lost a game since childhood, what about you?

Roy Evans, who was unwilling to be reconciled, wanted to say something tough: "Mr. Alex, see you at Anfield!"

He said these words sonorously and forcefully, and his words were correct. Losing a game can't lose morale, and the attitude still needs to be shown.

Ferguson, who was about to turn around, glanced at the other party impatiently, with a disgust level of +10088.

You kid doesn't even look in the mirror, you've decayed to such a dead state, what nonsense are you talking about.

He pointed to the Liverpool players who were still lying on the field impatiently and said, "Hurry up and clean up the mess. It's not sure who the Liverpool coach will be by then!"

Seeing that Roy Evans is still a little unwilling to give up, he is really angry. Why is this dog so clingy?
He waved his hand at the opponent, turned around and returned to the coach's bench to continue to boost the morale of the coaching staff. There is still a lot of work ahead, so how can there be time to waste words with this old bastard.

Smelly brother, don't think that once you become the head coach of Liverpool, you are a human being. You are such an insignificant little character, and I can pull away a car with just a light lift of my hand.

I hit you just for fun, you can't bear to swipe and pull a few times, you really treat yourself like a human being!

Covered in grass and mud, the Manchester United players finally had enough trouble on the field, and walked back to the coach's bench with their shoulders crossed. Everyone still had big smiles on their faces that defeated their deadly enemies, with sweetness in their smiles.

Ferguson first gave a bear hug to Cantona who was walking in the front, regardless of whether the opponent was dirty or not, he behaved very affectionately: "Eric, I will know it when you come back. This year's champion is still Manchester United!"

He hugged Bruce again: "Steve, you old boy is well maintained, and it seems that you can play for a few more years."

Bruce raised his head and raised his chest resentfully. Although he froze Collymore, Fowler made him feel a little bad. He was responsible for the two conceded goals. Fortunately, the team won, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Letting go of Bruce, Ferguson slapped Keane's neck back: "Congratulations, you have become a piece of shit in the eyes of Liverpool people!"

Keane looked up to the sky with a proud face and laughed. His sharp laughter made the teammates around him tremble. Manchester United's midfield meat grinder was very satisfied.

The rest of the Manchester United team lined up excitedly waiting for their father to favor them.

"Nicky, that goal was beautiful. I didn't expect you to have such a hand."

"Gary, why did you let that dog pass you twice? If I see you being passed by him again, I will fuck you!"

"Phil, after today you are a real Manchester United man. Your performance is good, but you are almost mean. Manchester United players will never give in!"

"Ryan, you are a mollusk, how did you do those extraordinary moves?"

The old man is like a general who is reviewing a victorious army, and also like the father of a group of children. He has to talk to every team member on the field, sometimes affectionate, sometimes strict, and sometimes fragrant.

After chatting with other people, he put his arms around Beckham's neck: "When I saw you dribble the ball horizontally, I knew I had the ball!
I am surprised by your change. When I was a player, my biggest wish was to be a player who could pass and shoot. At that time, there was a guy in Scotland who wanted to play like you."

The old man put his arms around Beckham's shoulders, hooked his hands and signaled everyone to go around the field to thank the fans, and everyone immediately followed the two to the home team stands.

Cantona asked Bruce while walking: "Mr. Steve, the team has changed a lot during my absence!"

The captain of Manchester United smiled heartily: "I am as shocked as you are, these little brats are like sweet potatoes in the field, they can be eaten after turning them over!"

Walking to the edge of the first stand, Ferguson was still chatting with Beckham: "David, do you think you are eligible to be selected for the England team?"

Beckham smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "For the time being, I don't think it will be very good, but if we continue to play like this, we should be able to do it in another two years."

This is not his bragging. He already knows that he will participate in the World Cup in France, so he speaks with confidence.

Ferguson smiled and said a lot to the young man in front of him, how could he grow up so fast in only two months.

Not only the technical ability, but even the temperament has faintly leaked the arrogance of a famous general.

The old man has a very keen sense of smell and can smell changes in players.

It seems that I should communicate with this guy Venables recently. Since David has shown the potential of an excellent player, he should be allowed to go to the national team to exercise.

Young players need encouragement, and they must use actions to make them feel the changes in themselves. Players cannot be excluded from the team just because they are young.

I don't care about the European Cup lineup, but these friendly matches of cats and dogs should be experienced by this kid.

This guy's thinking is still too rigid.

In the stands, Venables with a notebook in his hand was slowly walking towards the stadium from the Manchester United fans: "Please let me go, I have something urgent!"

(End of this chapter)