Chapter 1057: Destruction 3 Views

Another sunny day!

Peter walked out of the duty room of the Stapletwood training base, raised his head, and looked at the blue sky without even a trace of cloud. He immediately felt refreshed, and the drowsiness of staying up all night was swept away. ?.??`c?o?m

"Morning, Peter!" A young man in a security uniform standing upright on the guard at the door of the duty room greeted Peter who walked out of the duty room.

"Morning, Thomas!" Peter responded with a smile. "What a beautiful day, don't you think?"

The security guard Thomas did not answer, but he also raised his head and glanced at the cloudless blue sky, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

It is indeed a very good weather, suitable for playing football!

Although he is only in his twenties, he is a senior Saints fan for more than 20 years.

Of course, speaking of seniority, it is compared with many new fans nowadays. If he is compared with the stretching Uncle Peter standing next to him, then he is inferior.

He still clearly remembered that this Uncle Peter had been Stapletwood's security guard when he was a child.

Oh no, there was no Stapletwood then.

At that time, the Saints' training base was very simple, it was surrounded by random circles, and the players trained inside.

This group of children always appeared around the training ground accompanied by adults, just watched them train like this, and even some mischievous ones would sneak in and run in to make trouble.

Looking back, Southampton at the time seemed to be an amateur team rooted in the community, and the stars who made them so dear sometimes felt like their big brothers.

Oh, by the way, if you often go to Saint Harry's Bar, you will often meet players who come to drink, ask for autographs, take photos or something, that is quite normal.

Everyone at that time loved the saints as if they loved their own family and friends.

Relatively speaking, the current Saints are a bit unfamiliar.

Thick walls and tall street trees completely separate the training ground from the fans.

Although fans can also come to the training ground to watch the team's training, they have to go through security checks.

To go through some formalities, it is no longer as casual and simple as before.

At least, the days when entering the training base was as convenient and simple as entering your own home no longer existed. .?`c?om

This is not a problem with one Southampton team, it is a problem with all teams in Europe.

Times have changed, and everything has changed with it.

Even the feelings of the fans towards the club have changed accordingly.

The saints are still the saints that everyone in this city loves, but the feelings are different, and the way to express them is also different.

Thomas is the kind of old-fashioned old fan, and he still misses the Saints team he had when he was a child.

So, he came to the Stapletwood training facility, and he worked as a security guard.

Because of this, he can walk in Stapletwood every day, and it feels like walking in his own home.

"Peter."

"Huh?" Peter turned his head and glanced at the young man standing upright.

"How long have you been working here?" Thomas asked.

Peter frowned, as if thinking hard, but smiled again, "I can't remember, it's been a long time."

"I remember, when I was a child, I heard from my dad that you were once a very good player in the Saints youth training camp, and later you were also a very good engineer in London. Why did you come here to be a security guard? For so long?"

This time Thomas looked down at Peter, who was sitting by the door.

Peter raised his head, his cloudy eyes seemed to be shining, he seemed to recall his past time, and fell into the memory.

After more than a minute, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't answered the question yet.

"Don't believe me when I say it. When I was forced to leave the Saints due to injury, I envied Stapletwood's security, because he could see those stars every day, and he could watch them train every day. He was free. I walked through Stapletwood, so I had a dream at the time, I wanted to be a security guard in Stapletwood."

Thomas wanted to laugh when he heard this, just for this?

God, who didn't have a dream when he was a child?

Pilots, astronauts, scientists...

But aren't these things that will be used for self-deprecating talk when you grow up in the future?

Who still remembers the dream he once promised? Who wants to be so boring to realize their childhood dreams?

"You know, I'm making a lot of money in London, but I'm not happy at all, I don't really like my job, it's more like a tool for me to earn a living than out of love. ?.? `”

When Peter said this, the expression on his face was complicated.

This is often the case with people in the world. How many people can make a living out of love?

Even, how many people started out because of love, but in the end, they were unknowingly changed their original intentions?

After being silent for more than a minute, Peter let out a breath and continued: "Then, I had an argument with the boss because the team he supported lost to Southampton in the league. Scold, I will fight him!"

Thomas almost laughed outright.

This Peter looks gentle, and he is not the kind of strong and powerful man who still fights with others?

But I really don't want to be beaten too badly, okay?

Peter seemed to notice Thomas' eyes, raised his head, and smiled slightly, "What? Are you worried that I will be beaten?"

Thomas didn't say anything, but his expression had already revealed what was in his heart.

"Let me tell you, Thomas, that guy was beaten like a pig's head by me. Although I also lost the lottery, he was worse than me. That time will probably be his lifetime nightmare!"

Thomas was speechless.

Hitting someone is definitely wrong, but for some reason, he couldn't blame Peter.

"Then I decided to leave London and my wife and my kids supported me and we went back to Southampton and Harry told me they were looking for a security guard and you know I was like, God Ah, here is my chance to realize my childhood dream!"

"I've been thinking, I came back probably to be a security guard!"

The corner of Thomas's mouth twitched, what a small but admirable decision it was.

An engineer who had a good time in London suddenly came to Southampton to work as a security guard. He really didn't know what to say, but anyway, he admired Peter's choice and courage.

"I know that in the past few years, many old and stubborn people think that the team has deteriorated, that the team has completely lost the tradition of the Saints in the past, and it has become a giant, but it has shortened the distance between the fans. .”

Thomas nodded. He had heard it often.

"Those are a bunch of shameless guys. They seem to have forgotten that when the team was in deep financial crisis, Matthew Le Tissier tried every means to raise donations, but did they donate?"

Thomas also vaguely knew about this matter, and it was not far away, probably less than ten years ago.

"No! They don't!"

Peter's tone was very light, but very forceful.

"They are like a group of selfish vampires who only know how to take but not how to give. On the one hand, they require the team to pay attention to inheritance and maintain tradition, but this requires a high cost, and they are unwilling to pay for it. Pay the price."

"If they were willing to support Matthew Le Tissier back then, then the saints would not be acquired by others, and they are still our saints. They handed over the saints to investors with their own hands. Now, what qualifications do they have? To ask others to respect their opinions and value their traditions?"

"How much money has Young Master Huan spent on the saint? How much effort and emotion has he invested? Now he is only reaping the fruit he deserves. What qualifications do those shameless people have to criticize?"

"The group of guys are like a group of ticket buyers in the red-light district. When they are done having fun, they sit by the bed and tell her earnestly, "Girl, you are so young and beautiful. It's a pity to do this job. You should be a good person!"

Thomas was delighted when he heard the puff, isn't this a bit vivid?

"I don't think about anything now, I don't listen to anyone who says, I just believe what I see with my eyes, that is, in the past few years, professional football has undergone earth-shaking changes, and our saints have not only adapted to this It has also changed from a third-tier team on the verge of bankruptcy to one of the best giants in Europe."

"For me, that's the biggest achievement and I'm proud of it!"

Thomas nodded emphatically.

He was also once confused, but now after listening to Peter's words, many of his thoughts can't help but let go.

It is not enough to completely subvert my past views, but it has expanded my thinking.

"By the way, Peter, what are you talking about, Master Huan, how is he? Is it like the newspaper said, with a large number of attendants going out, and throwing money when entering the door, attracting a group of people to rob him?"

Peter's eyes widened when he heard that, Nimei, does anyone believe this?

"These are all made by those unscrupulous tabloids, fake news to create sales, fake, at least I have never seen Master Huan throw money." After a pause, Peter's old eyes projected a hint of cunning.

"Of course, if he throws money, I'll be the first to rush up to grab it. Nimei, who the hell has trouble with money?"

Thomas's three views were completely subverted.

What kind of situation is this Uncle Peter?

"What is Master Huan like?" Thomas asked again.

He had just come to work, and he had seen it in the newspapers, and he had seen Master Huan several times in the stadium from a distance, but he had never met him face to face, so he didn't know what kind of person Master Huan was.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a few figures running over from the gate, and he could hear their conversation from a distance.

"Master, it's almost five kilometers, come on, you can do it, hold on!" The one who spoke was a delicate beauty.

"No, it's only five kilometers. Back then, when I was in the special training of the army, I carried dozens of kilograms on my back and ran tens of hundreds of kilometers. I didn't blush or breathe. It's not like you, master. You are so weak!"

"I'm weak Nimei, why don't you try to run a hundred kilometers with a load? Don't stand aside and talk without back pain!"

"Young Master, I am wronged. You said it. You have gained weight recently and you want to lose weight. That's why I set up special training for you!"

"I specially train Nimei."

"Oh, I'll ask them to pick up my sister later!"

"I'll pick up your mother!"

"Okay, bring my mom along, I haven't seen them for a long time!"

"I'll wipe it, you roll, as far as you can, don't hinder this young master from losing weight!"

"Isn't it just the few taels of meat? I don't believe it. I can't lose you. I will fight with you!"

As he said that, he saw the young man gnashing his teeth and rushing towards the gate of the training base.

As soon as Thomas realized it, he was about to stop him, but Peter grabbed him.

"Here, he is Master Huan!"

"What?" Thomas was dumbfounded.

"Is he Master Huan?"

My goodness, what's the situation?

It's too subversive, too ruining the three views, right?

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