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Twain grabbed her hair: "Are we in the refugee area of the early 1990s?"
Moore pointed to the yellow long wagon and said: "The modern caravan is a way of life without a fixed place. Twain Mr.
The Freddy Eastwood you are looking for is such a Gypsy. ”
"This…this…"It sounds like a fantasy novel. Twain laughed. "Does he divination? Glittering magic crystal ball, half-masked mysterious hut…"
Moore shook his head: "He won't. However,
However,
"It is said that his wife will be – she is also a Gypsy. ”
Looking at it all, Twain didn't know what to say. He came to the demon in the game, not a gypsy who lived in a caravan with his wife and lived away from the mainstream society…
The white curtains in the third compartment on the opposite side of the screen swayed. Moore reminded Twain that he hadn't recovered yet: "It seems that the voice of our conversation has awakened the owner here, Twain Mr. ”
‘Ah –? What?
Twain's question was interrupted by the opening of the "Oops".
A girl in a pink pajamas, wearing a black fur coat and a messy hair – Twain couldn't really say that a woman appeared in front of him because she looked too young – she poked her head out of the car.
"Two Mr.. Are you coming to buy a car?"The girl's voice is very crisp, like the bird's sound in the morning.
"Buy a car?"Twain thought he had got it wrong.
Moore’s slow and low voice sounded in his ear in time: “He has joined a local amateur team and sold his used car to his father when he was not training or playing. ”
Twain looked at Moore: "Mor Mr., you still know what information about him, can you say it together?"
Moore just wanted to open his mouth, and the girl jumped out of the car. Standing barefoot on the grass in the early winter morning. She curiously looked at two visitors. "It seems that you are not coming to buy a car, nor do you want to come to divination. Are you the one sent by the old Boris? ”
"Who is Boris?"Twain didn't understand, he felt that he really shouldn't go out today, what's the matter!
"Local councillors. Moore also explained that "it has been illegal to condemn him publicly on the green belt of the community in public, and he called on relevant departments to investigate the matter." ”
"Thank you for commenting, Moore Mr.. Twain nodded, he was completely tempered.
Don't be so polite. Twain Mr. ”
ButI don't think you are much like the government. When Twain and Moore talked, the girls were watching them. "So, what exactly are you doing?"She didn't know where to pull out a deck of cards and put it in her hands. Twain is drawn to her attention by her excellent card-playing skills.
Who is this family!
At this time, he heard a "beep" sound coming from behind him, and then a loud and pointed male voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, Serem! Have you been here? Are they coming to buy a car or looking for your divination? Did the child wake up, have you breastfeeded him? Oh Go back, you haven't worn shoes yet! ”
The sound that suddenly sounded was like a machine gun. The speed of speech was very fast, and the words were still very unclear. Sudden procession…Twain didn't have time to hear what he said, and it was over.
He and Moore turned back and looked at a man's head above the bushes. "God, he is really tall!"Twain sighed. Although the bushes are not tall and straight poplars. But how tall is one person, this man looks taller than the bush, is it the second Young Kohler? No, he remembers that this person is not high in the game…
"Twain Mr., in fact…"Moore corrected Twain’s statement, “He can’t be so high, you look like he’s tall, because…”
Eastwood Look at the two strange men in front of you. Curiously shook his head and walked out from behind the bushes.
“……Because he is riding a horse. ”
Seeing Eastwood in the "walking", Twain only heard the sound of something breaking in his mind.
Moore is right, this man is riding on the back of a black horse! The horse kept his tail and snorted.
Oh my God!Did I go to the Middle Ages? ”Twain made a cry, and what he saw today may not be forgotten in his life – Twain's medieval fantasy journey!
The Gypsy couple looked strangely at the man who caught the hair and didn't know what he was doing. At this time, the baby's crying sounded in the wagon, and the woman ran back. The man jumped. The horse was brought to the back of the woods and squatted on the tree. After doing this, he walked back to the station wagon. Sit down in the chair at the door and look at two people.
Twain finally recovered from the madness. He stepped forward, coughed, and then introduced himself: "Hello, Freddy. My name is …..Oh, I am…"He is stuck. What identity should I say?
"What you are not important, Mr.. "Eastwood squatted on the chair and shook his head. "The important thing is that you come here. ”
"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?"Twain opens the door.
This sentence caught Eastwood's attention. He stared at Twain. After a long time, he suddenly took a thigh, stood up from the chair and pointed at Twain and shouted: "I remember! You are Nottingham Forest FC…That! ”
Twain nodded. "As you think, I am the one. "This is a very good name, saving everyone a lot of trouble."
Eastwood snorted: "Who was wrong with me being driven out by West Ham United FC? You are still looking for me, are you going to let me work for you? ”
When I heard the other person say this, Twain touched his nose a little. Wood's thing is really not authentic, but if it weren't for that foul, how could he find out where Wood is best at? If this person does not have that injury, he may not fall to the point where he wants to play in an amateur team. But if not, how can they have such a face-to-face opportunity today?
Causal retribution…
Twain was watching him. Just make sure that this person is exactly the Freddy Eastwood in his memory, the slender figure, the white face, the brown hair, and the face in the impression. 06-07season's England EFL League Cup, it is this person who kicked a free kick to help the team to eliminate the powerful Manchester United FC.
The only worry for Twain now is that he doesn't know what it is in his memory that this person was abandoned by the West Ham United FC team. Is West Ham thinking that he has no potential, or is it because of injury? Did George Wood affect his future ability against his foul? Is Eastwood in front of Twain still the Eastwood of Goal Manchester United FC?
Eastwood was still complaining, and his wife, who was behind him, coughed, "Don't make excuses for yourself, Freddy. Don't you always want to play professional football? Now the opportunity is coming. ”
Eastwood was on fire.
Then the woman smiled at Twain: "I am sorry, Mr.. The injury to Freddy was too big…"
Twain nodded apologetically: "He has every reason to do this. For that matter, the person who said sorry is me. ”
Eastwood's wife continued: "Freddy's legs were good and I wanted to give up football once. Concentrate on helping my father manage the business of the car. I advised him to try other clubs and he went to Charlton…"
When his wife told these past events, Eastwood sat in a chair and looked up at the sky as if he had nothing to do with him.
"But Charlton's people have heard that Freddy just broke his leg a few months ago. I didn't give him a chance for a minute. ”
These are all caused by Wood. Although they have little to do with Twain, he still carried this responsibility back: "I am sorry, madam…So we are looking for him now. I hope to help him make up for this regret. "When he finished, he looked at Eastwood and waited quietly for the other party to answer."
"Freddy!"The wife raised the volume and called her husband's name.
He finally lowered his head and looked at Twain and said: "We Gypsies do business fair trade, since you have come to find me from Nottingham, it shows your sincerity. Then I have to show my ability, otherwise you are still worried about whether I can play after my right leg is broken. ”
Twain smiled: "No. I'm not worried……"
"In the afternoon, entertain the Stadium and watch me play!"
This is a game in the southern division of the amateur league. It is said that in the entertainment Stadium competition, there is actually only a normal football field with a small stand made up of steel frames. Twain once sighed outside the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium Stadium and compared to the Real Madrid CF home stadium, just like the playground in the middle school, but now his "Entertainment Stadium" is the "secondary playground".
Almost everyone is standing on the side of the Stadium to watch the ball, there is no billboard that can circle the football field. There is also no TV broadcast. There isn't a lot of news journalist, no locker room…Nothing.
Look at this kind of game environment. Twain is a pity for Eastwood. At the same time, my apologies are deeper.
"Stimson is a good guy. When I don't have a kick, let me come to Grace. Even though I am an amateur, I can always maintain my status and sense of the ball. I think he will be very happy to see that I can re-play the professional game. In order to repay him, I will score a lot of goals in this game. "Eastwood told Twain before the game, as if the goal was a very simple thing for him. If you want to enter a lot, you can get a lot."
Now he is standing in the middle of the Stadium, ready to kick off.
"What do you think, Moore Mr.?"Twain asked the idea of the former Chief Scout around Forest Club.
"I haven't seen his game, Twain Mr.. Moore replied honestly, "but the cheers around the name of his name around the Stadium should explain some of the problems." ”
Twain smiled and said: "I think so too. ”
It took fifty minutes for the game to take place, and Twain couldn't suppress the inner excitement. He really saw it and saw Freddy Eastwood exactly the same as fm! The first shot was eighteen, the pass was seventeen, the penalty was nineteen, the technique was eighteen, the tape was seventeen, the long shot was sixteen, the talent was eighteen, the explosive force was seventeen, the balance was seventeen, and the speed was fifteen. Genius!
The audience around the entertainment Stadium shouted the name of Eastwood and shouted him!
In fifty minutes, he has scored six goals! Penalty kick, free kick, long shot, grab the point in front of the goal, pass Goalkeeper to shoot! Almost all of his shot scoring methods were shown once, as if to show Twain his shooting ability.
Twain said to Moore next to him in cheers: "What do you think now, Moore Mr.?"
"As you said, Twain Mr. He is a Genius. "Mur's face finally had a change of expression, and he answered with a smile." Obviously, the performance of this Gypsy Striker also conquered the picky old Scout.
"He is only twenty years old!"Twain applauded to Eastwood with the people around him. "He shouldn't belong to this spartan Stadium, not a game without TV broadcasts and journalist interviews! Be sure to sign him, he will become a sharp knife on the front line of the Forest team! ”
"I agree, but I always have a question, Twain Mr. ”
"Yeah?"
"Signing a new player seems to be the job of First Team Manager. ”
Twain turned to look at the old Scout standing next to him. "You can think of me as the future Forest First Team Manager. "He saw the light in the eyes of the old man's eyes falling." "Mor Mr.. Are you planning to reconsider your retirement decision?"
"No, Twain Mr., I will not take back my decision. ”
I heard Mol say this, Twain is a little disappointed, still can't…This old man can be really stubborn!
ButYou can ask me for help as a private person, Twain Mr. "Old Moore is still expressionless, but Twain seems to see an old man who is smiling at himself."
Cheering again, Eastwood scored again.
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