Hydeward's body was as heavy as lead, and he wore wet clothes and shoes for hours in the British November weather, and even the strong could not survive.

He hadn't settled down in Portsmouth yet, but simply posted a few rental listings online, one of which was about 5 p.m.

But the training of the players and the financial problems of the club had to be solved first, and the time was suddenly too late.

It's late, it's late, Ward is a little broken, although the place is not as far as the city center to the suburbs, but it is not particularly close, that is the only place where he can find a comfortable environment and convenient transportation.

Ward's head was groggy, it had been since he had just talked to Tom, it couldn't be a cold, right? He had a bad premonition.

On the first day of taking office, I caught a cold, and there were weak enough.

There were not a few people on the bus, but the seats were quite sufficient, so he picked a place by the window and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Names of geniuses keep popping up in Heideward's mind, Manchester United's 17-year-old talented midfielder Paul Pogba, Tottenham Hotspur goalscorer Harry Kane, and legend has it that Bolt's Arsenal academy elite Bellerin is not lost in the 100-meter race......

But these can only be YY, Portsmouth is not full of these talented teenagers, but a group of outcasts, grassroots and waste materials.

Two years ago, when the club was in custody, no one cared about the transfer market, and they couldn't even take the subsidy and leave.

The total value of the whole team is 247.00 pounds, of which the captain Haim alone contributed 2 million.

In fact, Tom is right, selling players to 25 million is simply a fantasy.

Memories of Portsmouth are hard to remember where Portsmouth will go in the next few years, with relegation from the Championship followed by relegation from League One and a relegation from League One that barely stopped.

Fans like Tom finally brought Pompey back to life a few years later, buying the shell club and embarking on a long and arduous rebuild, with the influx of capital costing the fans blood.

Ward's body was cold as if he had been thrown into the refrigerator, the flow of blood and nerves slowed down, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his stomach, so that he couldn't stand up straight, and this feeling quickly spread to his whole body, lying on the back of the chair in front of him and about to sleep.

He finally understood what it was like to be cold and hungry, and Ward now felt like the most embarrassed head coach in the world, having made himself look like that on his first day on duty.

By the way, there should be half a black rice cake in the gift box! Ward got excited.

It was given to him by a very cute little Chinese girl at Frankfurt Airport in the morning, and the child thought that it was great for a brown-haired and blue-eyed foreigner to speak fluent Chinese, so he took out the best food in his hand to share with him.

China is the best country! Ward had always felt that way, and not just because of this half of the black rice cake.

Ward devoured and tore and stuffed half of the pastry into his mouth, and suddenly his face turned red, and his right hand kept beating his chest, and he choked on eating too quickly.

"Water... water..."

The voice was low, and it was quietly roaring.

A strangely shaped bottle appeared in front of his eyes, with a thin neck, a transparent body, filled with slightly cloudy water.

The lid has been opened, and the mouth of the bottle still feels a little frosted, and he "goo, goo" a few sips of a whole bottle of liquid directly to the bottom.

Ward handed the bottle to the back

"Thank you", thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The liquid is sweet in the mouth, like the juice of grapes chilled in the summer, I don't know if it is the sweetness of black rice cakes or the sweetness of water in the bottle.

"Mr. London, didn't your teacher teach you not to drink water from strangers?"

In the back is a woman with a typical oriental face, short black hair that only reaches the neck, and she is particularly fluent in English.

Mr. London? What the heck? What happened to the water?

Ward's tired nerves tensed again, his eyes widened in confusion, and his swallowing action paused.

White knitted sweater, black slacks, the streets of England are dressed like this, but he has to admire in his heart that women do not apply powder, but their skin is very fair and tender, and there is no roughness like Europeans.

The woman took out a sticker from her backpack and handed it the size of a palm, the yellow warning sign in the middle of the paper was particularly conspicuous, and a black skull was drawn, and various ingredients were written on both sides.

"German?"

Ward could vaguely recognize that it was from the Rhine, but unfortunately German could not be read as well as his English.

"Mr. London, you're done!" The girl's tone was swearing.

"It's a benzene compound, and it's going to kill you."

She looks very cute with her teeth and claws, like a kitten.

Oh, he was joking with me, and he reacted immediately.

For the first time in Ward's mind today, he didn't think about football, no training, no dollars, he was thinking very cooperatively: Pingshui meeting, the most poisonous woman's heart! , do you want to go to gastric lavage, or something.

The mouth is slightly open, and the gaze is directly violating the girl in front of him.

Don't think about tomorrow, today, or yesterday, annoying noisy, throw them all away.

She seemed to have such magic in her, and the girl waved her arms and shook them in front of Ward's eyes, "Mr. London, don't you want to be so humorless." ”

"Oops, it's just some physiological glucose in there."

The voice is crispy, soft, and very good, just like a boat in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and her hometown must be very beautiful.

"Hydward, my name," he said in Chinese fluent to perverted.

Meeting a beautiful and kind girl in a strange city will be 100% Chinese, Ward thought stubbornly.

"Mr. London, your Chinese is so good, the words are round."

She also used Chinese, but she also stubbornly continued to call him Mr. London.

"I know," Ward said this time in the Sichuan dialect.

He had a typical British face, with a high nose, big eyes, thin lips, and brown hair.

The girl was shocked as if she had discovered a new world.

"Uncle, you are a genius!" The tone was a lot closer, and the gentleman suddenly became an uncle.

Ward has a black line on his face, I'm only 24, I'm a well-known college graduate in any country, uncle! Am I in such a hurry?

"Uncle, you look miserable and tired, you should supplement some glucose, it can soothe your nerves and not make you so anxious."

"Smile more, smile can solve any problem you have."

The girl patted him on the shoulder very loudly, and the corners of her mouth showed an almost perfect arc.

What was supposed to be a very torturous bus journey, but when he met her, Hydward found that it was over quickly.

It wasn't until the announcement on the radio came that he realized that he had arrived at his destination.

"Uncle, it's nice to meet you, I'm here, goodbye."

She also got off at the same place.

……

The girl regarded her uncle as a friend who met in Pingshui, and although she talked tacitly, she didn't leave phone calls for each other, but Ward was even more at a loss, and she didn't know what her name was.

Hydward, who had gotten out of the car one step late, walked towards the girl in opposite directions, one to the left and the other to the right.