A small convoy was approaching slowly from a distance, with a black MG leading the way, followed by an extremely eye-catching white extended Lincoln, and behind the Lincoln was a Bentley, and after that, there were two more MGs.
After the convoy stopped, the two cars in the middle, which were obviously cars for VIP guests, did not rush to open their doors.
Instead, several bodyguards got out from the car behind and stood around the car to keep watch. One of them walked towards Edwards Jr. with a small instrument in his hand.
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"Hello sir, I need to do a little checkup."
The bodyguard spoke without waiting for Edwards Jr.'s consent and started scanning him with the instrument.
This is a simple portable metal detector.
The external situation is not optimistic now. A few days ago, there was a vicious incident in Wales where Irish mobs attacked American journalists. It is understandable that the two nobles would be cautious when traveling.
Edwards Jr. took a breath and nodded.
This kind of test is actually a bit insulting, but there is nothing we can do about it because the person coming here is a noble and his life is precious.
The instrument scanned Edwards and no unusual sound was heard. The bodyguard took two more steps and scanned Ferguson next to him with the instrument.
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“Ding ding ding!”
The piercing beeping sound made the bodyguard's face change. Ferguson grinned, took out a stainless steel whistle from his clothes, shook it at the bodyguard and said, "Don't be nervous, it should be this thing."
The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, ignored the whistle and glanced at Ferguson again. After confirming that there was no problem, he continued to walk towards the staff standing behind them.
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After several minutes of testing, the bodyguard was confirmed to be fine with the last staff member. He did not return to the car, but stood behind all of them very professionally and gestured in the direction of the car.
Little Edwards turned his head and looked at this scene, somewhat amazed. He had come into contact with nobles before, and the Duke of Angus was also a high-ranking noble just by the title!
Although as a local, Edwards Jr. knew that the Duke of Angus was in a very poor state, there was definitely no such bodyguard around the Duke of Angus.
Look at his body shape and his demeanor, he is very professional. Even after the test, he stayed there to monitor them and didn't leave them any loopholes.
Today has broadened little Edwards' horizons. Is this the difference between top traditional aristocrats and down-and-out aristocrats?
The convoy seemed very low-key except for the white stretched Lincoln.
But even in this low-key situation, just look at the entourage that the earl brings with him, and you will know the earl's living standard.
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After the bodyguard in charge of the inspection made a gesture, a few more bodyguards got out of the car. Then, a fat man with a beer belly got out of the white Lincoln.
Little Edwards recognized this man at a glance: Wasn't he the Duke of Angus?
But as the Duke of Angus got out of the car, his subsequent actions made Ferguson, who was sitting next to Edwards Jr., frown.
After getting out of the car, the Duke of Angus did not rush towards them. Instead, he stood beside the car, bent over and stretched out his hand inside, as if he was helping the people inside get out.
His posture is not like that of a duke, but rather a bit like that of a waiter.
"Who is this?"
"He is the Duke of Angus. Has the Duke of Manchester been heard of?"
"Who is this?"
Ferguson was a little stunned. Was the Duke of Manchester personally helping him out of the car?
Isn't there something wrong with this position?
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Little Edwards looked at Ferguson in surprise and didn't explain much to him.
The Duke of Angus would not be surprised if he helped a knight out of a car one day, let alone helping the earl out of the car today.
In terms of personal relationship, Edwards Jr. and Angus are quite familiar with each other.
The two of them live in the same area, are considered fellow villagers, and have the same hobbies.
They both like blondes with big boobs.
Moreover, we had played together before, so we were brothers-in-law. We had practiced stick fighting in the same cave, so we were like-minded people.
It was also through this relationship that Angus personally introduced Edwards Jr. to Allen.
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"Haha, my brother, we meet again. This is the new coach, right? What's his name? Gerson? Oh... Ferguson?! Haha, let me introduce you. This is the Earl of Carmarthen, Alan Hill. Have you heard of him?"
Angus finally helped Alan get out of the car. It was not very convenient to get out of the extended Lincoln as there were no double doors, only a small back door.
Walking up to little Edwards, the Duke of Angus, who was very enthusiastic towards everyone, gave him a big hug first, pointed at Ferguson, but couldn't remember his name for a moment, so he smiled apologetically at Ferguson embarrassedly, then turned around with his butt sticking out, and introduced the person to the two of them with his left hand.
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Alan was dressed more casually today, unlike Angus who wore a suit even when it was very hot outside, Alan wore a blue and white color-blocked sports jacket, the fabric was very thin, a bit like a sun protection jacket.
She was wearing light-colored tapered sweatpants and sneakers.
It doesn't look like he's here to discuss business, but more like he's going out for exercise in the morning.
But even with this outfit, Edwards Jr. did not dare to underestimate it at all.
This face has been very popular recently. It looks a little more handsome than on TV, but it no longer has the gentle smile seen on TV.
Following Angus' introduction, Alan stood still, slightly raised his right forearm, and gestured with his hand.
Ferguson was a little stunned when he saw this scene.
But young Edwards understood what the other party meant, and felt a little helpless. This was the aristocracy, and the class differences were reflected at all times.
When normal people shake hands, they each extend their right arm and shake hands. If they have a better relationship, they can pat the other person's arm with their left hand, or give a gentle hug.
But the earl in front of him stood still, with the upper part of his arm still, only his forearm extended. This was the way a noble shook hands with ordinary people.
In this situation, the person you want to shake hands with can only take two steps forward, bend slightly, and stretch his arm as far as possible before shaking hands with the other person. If you don't bow, the distance between the two people will be too close, which will appear very rude.
But as long as you bow, it won't look like a normal handshake.
This is the aristocratic handshake. He shakes hands with you simply out of politeness, but even when shaking hands, there is a sense of distance and superiority.
Little Edwards had heard of this method before, but this was the first time he encountered it in real life. He took a deep breath, with a humble smile on his face, Little Edwards took the initiative to take two steps forward, put his left hand naturally on his chest, bent down slightly, stretched out his right hand, and shook hands with Allen.
"Your Excellency, welcome to Manchester Football Club. You can just call me Little Edwards."
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Allen looked at little Edwards expressionlessly. When he raised his head, he smiled a little and said, "Hehe... I heard Duke Angus talk about you on the way. Your family is great and has done a lot for this football club."
"Thank you for your compliment, sir."
Hearing this, Edwards Jr. bent down and bowed once more, then withdrew his right hand, stood to the left of Allen, and signaled Ferguson to come over and pay his respects. The Duke of Angus might not care about such things, but the earl in front of him seemed to have a much more powerful aura than a poor man like the Duke of Angus.
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"Uh... Hello, Your Excellency the Earl, nice to meet you. I'm Ferguson, the current head coach of the team." Ferguson imitated Edwards Jr., trotted two steps to Allen, nodded, extended his right hand, bent down to shake hands.
"good."
Allen also smiled at Ferguson, but he was very frugal with his words and only said "good" and that was all.
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Angus looked at this scene and said with a smile: "Alan, let Edwards accompany you in for a tour first. I will take your financial team to connect with their people."
"Okay...then you go ahead and get busy."
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"Your Excellency... Shall we go visit the Hall of Honor first?"
When little Edwards saw that the Duke of Angus didn't care about anything after introducing the people, he felt a little numb.
Before coming, he was still a little emotional about this meeting. After all, Manchester United was like his daughter, and now that she was about to get married, it was normal for him to feel bad.
He never thought about resisting. It would be good for the club to welcome a new financial backer, and he didn't have the capital to resist.
But now that they met, even though Lord Allen had just smiled at him, the nobility and sense of oppression were completely different from when he had come into contact with Angus before!
In comparison, the Duke of Angus seems like a fake aristocrat, too easy-going and too approachable!
The sense of alienation and oppression from the person in front of him made Edwards feel very uncomfortable.
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"Okay, lead the way!"
In fact, Alan had no desire to visit the Hall of Fame.
He doesn't understand these things, so he just watches them for fun.
As Edwards Jr. acted as a guide and walked in front to personally introduce to Allen the stories behind each trophy, Allen glanced at Ferguson who was following silently behind him.
This famous Karl Lagerfeld is only in his forties now, in his prime. He looks barely one-tenth as good-looking as I do, so he is still quite handsome.
He just had a bit of a bad temper. He didn't dare to complain, but he could remain silent and act a little childish.
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After visiting the Hall of Fame, there was nothing else to see, so the group came to the stadium below.
The current Old Trafford stadium has not been renovated yet and its equipment is decades old. It’s a bit insulting to call it a vegetable garden, but it looks like that.
Allen walked in front with his hands behind his back, turned his head and said to Ferguson who was following behind him without saying a word: "Walk with me!"
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Ferguson was stunned when he heard Allen's voice, a little bit unbelievable. He looked at Allen, then looked at little Edwards next to him. With little Edwards' encouraging eyes, he jogged a few steps to catch up with Allen.
The two of them left the entourage behind them in silence.
After walking a long way, Allen stopped, looked at the court, and said, "I heard from Duke Angus that you just joined the team and your performance is not good. Do you have any ideas for the future?"
Ferguson's mouth twitched. The way he acted like the owner was very aristocratic. He just looked around without asking the price or talking about the acquisition, as if Manchester United had already acquired the company. This made Ferguson very uncomfortable.
Ferguson held his breath, but had no choice but to speak. He was going to talk about some professional topics so that the arrogant Earl would not be able to understand.
"Your Excellency, I plan to start with the personnel, change the tactical concept, change the style of play, abandon the traditional long pass and physical confrontation, and take a technical route. You know Spain, right? Their team has a technical style."
"Spain? Oh...Princess Christiana and I have a good personal relationship. Do you need help from Spain? If necessary, I can help you recruit people over here."
Allen's answer was a bit off topic. He really didn't understand the technology, but he heard Ferguson talking about Spain.
He has acquaintances in Spain!
As long as Ferguson wants, he can help with the logistics work and poach whoever he wants.
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Ferguson almost died in one breath. He talked about technology with the earl, the earl talked about connections with him, and this gentleman directly brought up the Spanish princess. What else could he say?
But it just so happens that what they said are related.
Ferguson thought Allen was going to help him recruit players, but England's requirements for foreign players are very strict now, plus they cannot participate in European competitions. What's the use even if they are recruited? What he wants is a system, a whole system that is cultivated from a young age, from the youth team, to the adult team.
"Your Excellency...you may not know much about football. This is not a problem that can be solved by buying one or two people."
"I know! I just don't quite understand, but I don't like to get involved in these things. As long as you understand, that's fine. I'll help you with whatever you lack. But if you still can't do it after you've made up for it, then that's your own problem, isn't that right?"
"this……"
Ferguson was speechless by what Allen said. This gentleman was straightforward and his words made sense.
Make up for what you lack. If after all is made up and it still doesn't work, then you are no longer a person.
What to do if people are not capable?
Just pack your bags and get out...
As for technology and this and that, this gentleman doesn't care at all. In other words, make up for what is lacking. Technology is Ferguson's business!
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"Don't feel pressured. You just took over the team this year. I'll give you a year. After a year, I hope you can give me a complete answer. Before that, I'll give you whatever you want. Is that ok?"
Such domineering words left Ferguson speechless, but he also felt ashamed of his own little thoughts.
He hates people who like to point fingers and pretend to know things when they don't.
But this gentleman readily admitted that he did not understand, but he did not make random comments and his generosity was also very big.
This makes people feel a bit love-hate.
"Okay! Your Excellency, I will do my best, but... things like systems won't produce results so quickly in a short period of time. The players need to adapt, and the cooperation between the players is accumulated through a large number of games."
"hehe……"
Allen crossed his arms. He was taller than Ferguson. He lowered his head slightly and looked down at Ferguson. He said, "I still say the same thing. Whether it's the results or the tactical play you mentioned, it's all your business. You have to prove your ability to me, not ask me to sympathize with you. Do you understand? Only when you show your value, you are qualified for me to sympathize with you."