Hydward felt that his whole body smelled of cake, and that a woman could turn her face faster than a book.

He boarded a flight to France with the smell of cake all over his body, and it was clear that the evening party would not be there. Heidward booked today's plane a few days ago, departing at 3 p.m. and expected to land in Paris at around 5.30am, and then take a car to the Moselle department in the Lorraine region of northeastern France.

Although there are a lot of things in Portsmouth, everything is going on in an orderly manner, there are business veterans like Tom outside, and Walker will also take on the heavy responsibility of team training inside, plus Antonov, although the boss is unreliable, but at least now the team's financial crisis has been largely alleviated, so Hydward is relieved to go to France, even if Tom scolds fiercely, this pigeon is still released.

This trip can be seen as a dream journey, and he will choose a satisfactory group of people to realize his dreams.

As for who it was, Ward took advantage of his free time to write down all the names and write them down in the black notebook he carried with him.

Sitting in the economy class, he looked out the window, his mind was disorganized, the upcoming 2012 was a big year, but his eyes were so mottled with memories that only a few images remained. In this year's European Cup, Dutch football showed its fatigue for the first time, the lost tulips were crushed by Mario Gomez, and the World Cup runner-up lost face. Malwijk tried to change the situation with substitutions and proved to the media that he was still in control of the team's dressing room. But Robben, who was substituted, just turned over the billboard, leaving him with a back that didn't look back. Perhaps from that moment on, the Dutch team, which gave up the concept of all-attack and all-defense football, was no longer the orange tulip we were familiar with.

Of course, the most eye-catching is the Red Storm Spain, which is undoubtedly the best era of Spanish football, and Barcelona has played the passing game beautifully under Pep Guardiola's rule; Florentino rebrandished his checkbook to create a new generation of galactic battleships, and the main members of the two teams made up the near-invincible Spain. They lifted the Delaunay Cup as they wished, but behind it were the Italians who wept.

The origin of every Italian attack was Pirlo, and the single-core Azzurri fought against the Matadors in their first game, but the power of Xaviga's and Iniesta's duo was too strong, and they finally swallowed the Italians in the final.

Will there be a Portsmouth club in this European Cup? Hydward didn't know, maybe there were. What will his little butterfly make history look like?

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked next to him, wearing a pair of big black sunglasses, and his brown and black hair was meticulously combed, showing a bit of seriousness in the staggered manner.

The man looked up, took off his sunglasses, smiled politely, and sat down beside Hydward.

Ward didn't particularly care, this kind of dress is all over the streets of England, but it looks a little familiar, and it is likely that he has seen it on TV or in magazines.

By 4.30, the plane took off from Portsmouth Airport on time and arrived in Paris, the capital of France, an hour later.

Bored, Ward began to write and draw with a pen, which is a classic scene in the football world, and the classic appearance of David Beckham taking a free-kick has almost become a football memory for a generation. The sound of brushes and ink drew the attention of the man next to him, who was looking at a document.

"Beckham? Do you like David Beckham? The man asked with a smile, a smile with a hint of affinity.

"He's hard working and professional, but a lot of people only focus on his appearance."

The man, who also seemed to be a fan, continued to ask curiously, "You drew what looks like a game?" ”

"On October 6, 2001, the final round of the group stage of the South Korea-Japan World Cup Qualifiers. England would qualify with a draw, but they are now 2-1 down to Finland. ”

'Husky won a free-kick for England on the edge of the box just before the break, and veteran Sheringham was ready to step up and take the penalty.'

Edward's current form is like being on a hot pitch, and he was the commentator on that game.

Beckham took the ball in his arms and asked Big Brother for the penalty spot.

In 1998, Beckham kicked Simeone in the World Cup and received a red card, becoming a sinner all over England, and he even received death threats when he returned home. When England was defeated by Portugal at Euro 2000, Beckham gave the middle finger to the angry fans, and public opinion once again pushed him to the forefront. ”

"This time, he couldn't afford to fail, he carried the burden of the country on his shoulders, and Beckham had to prove that he was not a man who was too good to be a loser; A vase to eat with your face. Can Beckham single-handedly reverse the fate of the country and stage a reversal of the personal heroism of the protagonist of a Hollywood movie in reality? ”

'Two and a half minutes into stoppage time and England are still 2-1 down, can he score? …… Incredible! I found a circle of adjectives or this is the most appropriate, he scored, he took England directly into the World Cup finals, awarded him a knight's medal! ”

The man listened intently, and was fascinated, as if he had returned to the night when the miracle flashed, and watched Becky open his arms and embrace all the cheers and shouts.

"Simon? Oliveira, Manchester, England" The man took the initiative to reach out and get acquainted.

"Hydeward," Ward smiled and held out his hand.

"Beckham's contract with the major leagues expires at the end of this year, from China; Australia; Russia; Middle East; Many clubs in France and England want to bring him in, and Beckham is worried about this, how do you choose Beckham from Edward? ”

Hydward looked at the man curiously, and dismissed the question as travel entertainment. "I'm not going anywhere but Manchester United," he said, word for word.

"This..."

"Life is going round and round is just a circle, Ferguson and Beckham don't care about what happened back then, Henry can go back to Arsenal, why can't Beckham go home?"

The two chatted for a while, and he didn't count Beckham's transfer, and his daughter-in-law Victoria was the one in charge. It wasn't until the flight attendant came over and said that the plane had arrived that the two parted ways.

"Nice to meet you, Simon" Hydward still didn't remember who this guy was when he got off the plane, and he wrote the drawing and gave it to a friend who had a good chat.

Simon stepped off the plane late and immediately turned on his phone.

"Hey, David, I'm in Paris"

"Oh, that's good, rest first, play around, negotiations with Paris Saint-Germain are not in a hurry." A magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"David, I've thought about it, why don't we try Manchester United?"

"What?" The voice on the other side shook visibly.

Simon? Oliveira is David Beckham's agent, in charge of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the "heartthrob", and at the moment he is unfolding a painting left by Hydward, which reads: "The real Red Devils, go in together, go back together."

PS: Thank you for another 100 tips for sword skills, and thank you for another 100 tips for old friends. The chapter was written from 10:30 to 3 o'clock in the morning, also drunk.