Seeing that Yang Fan was awake, Aunt Susan cheered, "Child, are you awake?"

Yang Fan smiled and nodded, "Susan, thank you for worrying about you." ”

Aunt Susan touched Yang Fan's forehead again to see if the fever had subsided.

Yang Fan immediately asked, "Susan." How could I be at home, I remember it should be at the bar......"

From Susan's mouth, Yang Fan learned the 'truth' about his fainting.

In the stadium bar of Newcastle FC, in addition to serving alcohol, it will also provide fans with hamburgers, fries, beef pies and other foods, and Yang Fan's job is not only a bar, but also a part-time 'food delivery person', which is to shuttle between the bar and the kitchen to deliver these foods to the food counter. He works part-time, mainly to earn more living expenses.

This job may be slightly easier than the bartender's job, but the main reason is that the working environment is too bad, and the shelves in the cubicles where the food is kept are insulated lights, which are to maintain the temperature of the food, and the insulated lights must be turned on from the moment the bar opens. Even now it's winter, and it's still hot.

Yang Fan was found fainting in the cubicle by his colleague and friend Lyle, a colleague and friend at the bar, which alarmed the bar owner, Beardsley, who sent Yang Fan home and asked his personal doctor to diagnose Yang Fan, who concluded that he had a low-grade fever and shock caused by fatigue......

Yang Fan listened to Aunt Susan tell the truth of the matter, and subconsciously touched his forehead, low-grade fever?

Then he asked Aunt Susan with a strange expression and a little stammering, "Susan, have you heard of me getting into a fight with someone in a bar?

Susan glanced at Yang Fan in surprise, "Kid, you can't still have a fever, how can you fight?

Yang Fan swallowed his saliva and replied, "Ah, that must be me dreaming, I feel like I had a dream, and I got into a fight with someone else in my dream...... Well, it should be the cause of the low-grade fever, I can't even dream about it. He used a low-grade fever as a shield.

Aunt Susan nodded and accepted the explanation, which must have been the case in her mind.

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that he didn't go to the training ground to train today, Kenny, the head coach of the youth team. Washington is extremely strict with discipline, and it is terrible that he himself is absent from training.

Seeing Yang Fan pick up his mobile phone in a panic, Aunt Susan hurriedly said, "Mr. Beardsley has called Mr. Washington to help you ask for leave." ”

Hearing Aunt Susan say this, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he was favored by Lady Luck, 'returned to four days ago', and got the opportunity to change his fate, if he was kicked out of the team because of absenteeism, it would be too unlucky. Fortunately, nothing like this happened bloody.

When Yang Fan appeared in the stadium bar, the Newcastle fans who were watching the game greeted him warmly.

"Hey Yang, are you feeling better?"

"Yang, I heard you're sick. ”

"Child, you should be resting at home now. ”

Yang Fan greeted everyone with a smile, walked to the bar, picked up his work clothes, and put them on his body. At this time, Beardsley, the owner of the bar, came down from upstairs, and when he saw Yang Fan, he was a little surprised, "Yang, didn't Susan tell you, you have a holiday today, can you rest at home?"

"Susan sued me. Yang Fan nodded, "However, I think I'm fine." ”

Beardsley glanced at Yang Fan and saw that he seemed to be in good spirits, so he nodded, "Okay, you're in front today, don't do the work in the back." ”

Yang Fan knew that Beardsley was taking care of him as a 'patient', and nodded his head to express his gratitude.

Yang Fan's arrival only attracted the attention of a small number of people, and soon, these people also paid attention to the game that was being broadcast live. [To read the latest chapters of this book, please search]

"Everton's Anichebe scored?" Yang Fan asked Lyle as he washed his glass. The latter looked at him suspiciously, obviously not understanding why Yang Fan would ask an Everton player if he had scored, "No, it's 0-0 now." ”

At this moment, the roar of Lineker, the BBC commentator, was heard on the TV, "Goooooaaal! Anichebe suddenly has a long-range shot! A beautiful world wave! He scored for Everton! The deadlock was broken, 1-0! Everton leaded! It was a beautiful long-range shot, Anichebe, well done!"

With Lineker's passionate commentary, there was a burst of sighs and abuse from the Newcastle fans in the stadium bar, Newcastle started well, they all expected Newcastle to change the decline in this game, but they didn't expect Everton's attack, Anichebe actually scored such a wonderful world wave.

"Hell, this guy's shot must have been blinded. ”

"We didn't have a lot of luck today. ”

"Hey, hey, don't worry, we should trust our lads, it's 0-1, we have time. ”

Everton's goal was like a bowl of water poured into a hot pan of oil, and the bar was noisy. Everyone had their opinion on the goal conceded or expressed confidence in Newcastle's equaliser.

Lyle's expression was different from everyone else, he looked at Yang Fan in surprise, he remembered what question Yang Fan asked just now.

Yang Fan smiled at Lyle and explained, "Anichebe has been in good form recently...... but no one noticed that Yang Fan's fists were clenched tightly, he was holding back his excitement, and everything was the same as in his memory, in this game, Anichebe scored first for Everton and scored a world wave goal.

Lyle still had a puzzled look, obviously, Yang Fan's answer was not so satisfactory.

Yang Fan no longer paid attention to Lyle's doubts, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and concentrated on watching the game, the whole process of the game completely overlapped with his memory. As if it were yesterday, it happened under the watchful eye of Anichebe's two goals that sealed Everton's early victory, Phil. Neville's third goal completely killed the suspense of the game!

When referee Webb blew the whistle for the end of the game, there was a lot of mourning in the stadium bar, and the defeat sent Newcastle one step closer to the relegation zone.

Only Yang Fan, his eyes were forcibly suppressed with excitement, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails even pinched into the flesh, he didn't feel any pain. At this time, there is no longer any doubt, he is indeed back to four days ago, he came to the bar, just to watch this game, or to verify his guess, now, the process of the game, and even the reaction of a few fans he is more familiar with in the bar, what they said is no different from memory

At this time, Yang Fan really wanted to find a corner where no one was around, and yelled a few times, thanking God for giving him the opportunity to start over!

The game was over, the bar was about to close, and the drunken fans were leaving. Yang Fan washed his wine glass behind the bar, thinking about his thoughts.

Now, the last trace of doubt has also disappeared, this Chinese young man has been 'favored' by the goddess of luck, and he also feels that since God has given him this small opportunity, he must seize the opportunity to change his fate.

But how, exactly?

First of all, one thing is for sure, and that is crucial for the game against Arsenal's Under-19s in four days' time.

Thinking of this game, Yang Fan was even a little excited. In this game, Newcastle Club President Shepard will personally watch the game, which was originally the fuse that caused Yang Fan to be terminated by the team, but now, it may be his 'blockbuster' stepping stone.

Under the fiasco of the first team, Mr. President, who was depressed, came to watch a youth team game, at this time, a youth team player was born, with a killing attitude to turn the tide, Arsenal under the horse!

What a joy Mr. President will be, what excitement and relief it will be.

Yang Fan thought of such a picture in his mind, as if he saw the club's president, Mr. Shepard, patting him on the shoulder, and said expectantly, "Young man, the future of Newcastle depends on you." ”

Hehe, he grinned.

Mr. Beardsley tapped his fingers on the bar, Newcastle's bad situation made the former Newcastle star also in a bad mood, Yang Fan's laughter attracted his attention, he turned his head to see, this Chinese young man was wiping a wine glass, under his gaze, this wine glass has been in Yang Fan's hand for two minutes, it has been wiped clean, but Yang Fan is still like a lover 'can't put it down' wipe.

"Hey, Yang. "I bet you've got that glass in the whole bar." ”

"Ahh

"What are you thinking, Yang?"

"I, I was thinking about the game against Arsenal. ”

"FA Youth Cup game?" Beardsley gave his staff a deep look and smiled, "Well, I understand how you want to be a big star, but that's not a reason for you to abuse my glasses." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough-" Yang Fan was embarrassed, and hurriedly concentrated on work.

Yang Fan has always been grateful to Bar Owner Beardsley. Once Yang Fan was practicing on a small field outside the bar and was 'accidentally' seen by Newcastle U19 head coach Kenny Washington.

Yang Fan didn't know that the youth team head coach had been standing there watching him practice for more than ten minutes, but he would never forget what the middle-aged English man with a rosacea nose said to him, "Young man, are you interested in coming to my team to try it?"

Yang Fan was dumbfounded at that time. He was completely stunned. Of course, he knows the identity of the person in front of him, and the head coach of the youth team is also a big man.

When he understood what he meant, he just nodded, and Kenny Washington couldn't help but laugh when he looked at it like that.

Later, Yang Fan learned that Kenny Washington deigned to see him train because of a recommendation from Beardsley, the owner of the stadium bar where he worked. Beardsley is a former Newcastle star, an idol for many Newcastle fans, and a long-time friend of youth team manager Kenny Washington.

After learning this 'insider' news, Yang Fan didn't say much, but when he was working in the bar, he worked harder, he knew a truth, and he didn't thank him.

Finally finished working at the bar.

Lyle beckoned Yang Fan to go with him, and they lived very closely, both in the old town of Newcastle.

"Hurry up, Yang, we're not going to catch the last train. ”

"Wait a minute. Yang Fan said hello to Lyle, and he walked up to Beardsley, who was about to close the door, "Peter—"

"Something?" Beardsley looked at Yang Fan with interest.

"I would like to invite you to watch our game against Arsenal in four days' time. Yang Fan said.

Beardsley first glanced at Yang Fan in surprise, then smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time you've invited me to watch you play." ”

Yang Fan smiled, and he touched the back of his head.

"Are you ready?"

"What?" Yang Fan was surprised at this moment.

"Why? let me take a break for two hours to watch your game, such a loss must be made up for by a good performance, isn't it?" Beardsley patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, "You are my employee, if you don't perform well, it will be my bar that will be ridiculed." ”

Yang Fan has never been able to associate his watch with the image of a bar, but Beardsley says so, and he likes it. Looking at the boss's famous 'ugly face', Yang Fan nodded happily, "Peter, I will make the bar proud of me." ”

"Hahaha. Seeing the young man's optimistic and confident appearance, Beardsley also smiled heartily, and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, he was selected by the "Sun" as the eighth of the "10 ugliest footballers", because of his appearance, Newcastle United fans nicknamed "Quasimodo" (Quasimodo), so he laughed, it is really difficult to call it good-looking.

However, looking at the boss's smile and feeling the strength of the palm on his shoulder, this made the heart of the young Chinese boy who was fighting alone in a foreign country feel hot. Beardsley has a good understanding of him, and this game is his chance, and by the way, he can also prove to the boss, who has the right eye.

That night, perhaps because of the over-excitement, Yang Fan couldn't sleep, and all he could think about was the match against Arsenal's U19 youth team four days later.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head, as if something in his brain had been forcibly torn apart, it was so painful that Yang Fan even felt that he was going to faint because of the pain, he let out a moan, and his hands trembled and groped on the bedside table, trying to find his mobile phone and call for help.

Just when his hand touched the phone, the tearing pain suddenly disappeared, and if he hadn't been sweating because of the pain, he would almost have thought that the pain just now was an illusion.

What the fuck is going on?

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples, he was frightened, what was wrong? Could it be that there was something wrong in his head?

Thinking that he had inexplicably returned to four days ago, such a strange thing had happened, and now he suddenly had unbearable pain in his brain, Yang Fan suddenly felt a little weird.

I was in a cold sweat just now, and I was sticky all over, so I had to catch a cold when I slept in cold sweat. Yang Fan scolded and got up, ready to take a shower.

It was at this moment that he heard a cold voice ringing out: "Hello, I'm Martin." Hello, I'm Martin. Hello, I'm Martin. Hello, I'm Martin. ”

Yang Fan was frightened, "Who?

"Hello, I'm Martin. Hello, I'm Martin. Hello, I'm Martin. "The voice is still ringing.

"I don't fucking want to know who you are, I just want to know where you are?" Yang Fan broke out in a cold sweat and asked loudly, this thing is really weird, he is obviously the only one in the room, but suddenly someone is talking, and he always repeats a sentence. This reminded the lad of a lot of associations with something legendary.

After scolding this sentence, a scene that shocked Yang Fan appeared - Martin appeared!

To be exact, it wasn't that he saw Martin, but that he felt an image start to appear in his mind, and the picture appeared on a computer monitor, and at this point, the subtitles kept scrolling below the monitor screen: Hello, I'm Martin. Hello, I'm Martin

Accompanied by subtitles, it was that cold voice.

Yang Fan was stunned as he looked at the strange scene in front of him. Fortunately, at this time, I just feel weird, and I feel less scared.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What the hell are you?" exactly, not soundly asked, just a question in his mind.

"I'm not a thing, I'm Martin. ”

"Martin, who the fuck are you going to do?Where are you from?What are you?" Yang Fan's irascible feelings roared in his mind.

It's so weird, my scalp is numb, and goosebumps are up. There seems to be a cold wind coming in

"I'm not something, I'm Martin, I'm Martin," the cold voice continued.