In West Yorkshire in May, summer has not yet entered, but there is already a hint of heat during the day. However, at night, a cool breeze blows through the hall, which dissipates the summer feeling during the day and makes the people in Billy's Bar feel

The two of them became more and more sober.

"I'm old, but I'm a bit verbose. Don't mind it," Boss John smiled helplessly and stopped recalling, "Go back, Li, and get some rest early."

"Okay." Levi didn't refuse. There was a game tomorrow and he really needed to go back and rest early.

When he walked out of Billy's Bar, the moon had already climbed up to the roof. Levi squinted his eyes and watched a few sparrows on the telephone poles swimming in the gaps in the moonlight, but he was still recalling Boss John's words in his heart.

In fact, he still can't fully understand why Boss John said this to him. Is it just an old man's unconscious nostalgic murmur? Obviously not.

But if there is any definite meaning, he couldn't say it. Maybe it's because the old man's memories are too scattered and messy.

However, Levi was able to taste the desolation in those words.

He could feel that for this old man who had experienced forty years of grudges and hatred between Manchester United and Leeds United, this old man who had gone through such a complicated process from nostalgia, to dissatisfaction, to disdain, to hatred, all the time.

In fact, you didn’t even watch the youth team game, right?

What's the old saying?

"Send a mayfly in the sky and earth, a drop in the ocean", that's probably it.

Levi believes that when he reaches this age, he will definitely have that kind of perspective and height.

But now, it’s different.

Boss John, thank you for your enlightenment. But this is not the hatred between Manchester United and Leeds United. This is my personal revenge.

It’s not to prove that I’m great, but to prove that what I lost must be taken back with my own hands!

Thinking like this, Levi accelerated his pace home again, and the sparrows on the telephone pole were also startled by him.

However, he didn't realize that after this conversation with Boss John, he was no longer as hot-headed as he was earlier.

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Just as Li Wei was walking quickly towards his nest, his opponents were not idle either.

At Manchester United's Carrington training base, the young players had just finished a hard day's training. After taking a shower, they walked out of the locker room in twos and threes. Those who were close to each other put their arms around each other and walked toward each other.

Walk towards the dormitory.

However, just as the crowd was walking past the training ground, three young players stopped.

If Levi were here, he would be able to recognize them at a glance. These three people are Kieran Richardson, Ryan Shawcross and Tom Heaton, who made him suffer so much in the last game. They are also now

The core trio of the midfield and backfield of Manchester United's youth team.

And they stopped in unison because they saw someone on the sidelines.

"Mr. Stredford?" the three people asked in unison.

The middle-aged man standing on the sidelines turned around and saw that he was wearing a gray suit and was short and stocky. In this already hot season, people couldn't help but sweat for him. However, his hair was combed

He is meticulous and has two deep-set eye sockets, but the gaze coming out of them makes people feel quite shrewd. It has a bit of traditional Anglo-Saxon charm, and it also makes the already slightly hooked nose appear more prominent.
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If it’s not Paul Stredford, the big agent of PS(Anti)M Company, who could it be?

"Kieran, Ryan, Tom, you three are all here, this is great!" Stredford grinned widely, showing a smile full of professionalism, "Let's go out and find a place

Let’s talk.”

The three young players, who were very impressive on the court, were very obedient in front of Stredford. They agreed one after another. The four of them left Carrington and found a cafe nearby.

Sit down.

How did these three people meet Paul Stredford?

It's nothing special. As mentioned before, Stredford and his PS (Protection) M company are at a trough, looking for young talents from various teams to sign, hoping to "cast a wide net."

"More fish".

Stredford is not a senior fan, nor does he understand those teams that have glorious youth training traditions but whose first team is no longer strong, such as West Ham United, Aston Villa, and Southampton.

Class.

As a businessman, his eyes will naturally only be on the top teams in the standings. In his opinion, only these wealthy teams can make him a lot of money.

Since then, Arsenal's Colney training base and Liverpool's Melwood training base have become his frequent places. Of course, Manchester United's Carrington training base is also indispensable.

Richardson, Shawcross, and Heaton also came into his sight at this time.

Kieran Richardson, a black guy with a medium build, a slightly mature face, and curly hair, has excellent foot skills, fast speed, outstanding physical fitness, and a good long-range shot and free kick skills.

The 19-year-old has already made two appearances for Manchester United's first team this season.

Of course, this is more because Manchester United is really short of midfielders this season. Whether it is the introduced big names Veron and Kleberson, or newcomers Djemba and Miller, they are all useless.

When Stredford discovered that there was such a treasure in the Manchester United youth training team, and that his agent was just a little-known local player in Carrington, he was so happy that he quickly resumed his original conquest.

Rooney's trick was to snatch Richardson's agency rights from the small agent.

The ambitious Richardson also hit it off with Stredford and was happy to hug this thigh that was obviously thicker than his original agent.

As for Ryan Shawcross and Tom Heaton, they have only grown into the main players of Manchester United's youth team this year. They are not yet 17 years old. Naturally, they have not been discovered by any agent.

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Therefore, Stredford, who had been wandering around Carrington for a long time, took the lead and signed the contract together.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to explain why Stredford has such an arrogant attitude at Leeds United.

In his eyes, it would be a great blessing for him to sign a small player for a "junk" team like Leeds United, which is deep in the relegation zone. You know, if you hadn't happened to hear about Manchester United and Leeds United,

For an FA Youth Cup match, he would not go to a shabby place like Sopuak that looked like it was built in the early part of the last century and has not been renovated for a long time.

As for Carlton Cole, he should be crying and begging him to sign him.

And the agent that Cole originally agreed on, oh no, that rookie who is not even an agent, should be holding his own thighs and crying, begging himself to sign Cole, in order to get something.

Leave a good impression on him, a big agent, and become a capital to show off in the circle in the future. This is normal.

But reality slapped him hard.

Mudd, those Leeds United guys are a bunch of lunatics with abnormal brain circuits! Especially the Asian, doesn’t he know how difficult it is for yellow people to gain a foothold here?

Hum, if he doesn’t know, then I will let him know that this is not the place where their yellow-skinned monkeys should come, especially after offending me!

Since that day, such thoughts have been lingering in Stredford's mind.

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"Mr. Stredford, do you have any business with us this time?" Although Richardson was the oldest, he was the most impatient. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's not a big deal," Stredford said calmly. He didn't want these little guys to know about his embarrassment at Leeds United. In his opinion, it was too embarrassing, so he changed

One way is, "I have signed contracts with the three of you for a while, and I think it's time for me to fight for your interests."

"If you can reach the final of the FA Youth Cup, I can get you a bigger contract. I have studied it and doubling your current salary is probably not a problem."

When the salary increase was mentioned, the three young players' breathing became rapid.

Stredford saw it with a bit of disdain.

He is not a fan at all, but a pure businessman. Football is just a tool for him to make money. In his eyes, these players are all guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds. Their only role is to make money for him.

They don't need to have any ideas of their own, they just listen to him.

Hehe, it’s best if you continue to be stupid like this!

"Of course, if you perform well in the second round of the semi-finals, I will have more leverage at the negotiating table." Stredford continued, "Well, I want to ask now,

How sure are you about this game?"

"One hundred percent!" Richardson blurted out, "We have played against Leeds United three times this season and have never lost. I know all their tricks and I am absolutely sure to beat them!"

"Very good." Stredford was very satisfied with Richardson's reaction.

Shawcross and Heaton frowned.

Stredford also noticed the abnormality between them, "What? Ryan, Tom, do you have any different opinions?"

"No, sir," Tom Heaton smiled a little apologetically, "but I am a goalkeeper. I can only try my best to ensure my condition. But the best situation is just not conceding the ball. Whether I can win is not up to me as a goalkeeper.

It can be guaranteed."

Well, that makes sense. A goalkeeper really can’t ask for too much. Stredford nodded and turned to Shawcross:

"What about you, Ryan?"

Shawcross, who looks tall and powerful, is actually the youngest of the three, but he is the most stable in character, which is quite compatible with his position as a central defender.

"Sir, the result of a football match will be affected by many factors. I can't give any guarantee. After all, no one knows what changes the opponent will make."

"Hmph!" Richardson snorted coldly, obviously a little dissatisfied with this teammate who exaggerated others' ambition and undermined his own prestige.

"If we look at the experience of the past few games," Shawcross ignored Richardson's weirdness, he continued to add, "Even if the forward on the opposite side is still in the same state as in the last game, I think there is a 70% chance

I'm sure I can win, I've found a way to restrain him."

"Only 70%?" Stredford was obviously not satisfied with Shawcross's answer.
To be continued...