Chapter 1056: Destroying Three Views

It’s another sunny day!

Peter walked out of the duty room of the Staplewood training base, raised his head, and looked at the clear blue sky without even a trace of clouds. He immediately felt refreshed, and all the sleepiness from staying up late was swept away.

"Good morning, Peter!" A young man wearing a security uniform and standing straight at the sentry post at the door of the duty room greeted Peter who walked out of the duty room.

"Morning, Thomas!" Peter smiled. "What a beautiful day, don't you think?"

Security guard Thomas did not answer, but raised his head to look at the cloudless blue sky with a smile on his face.

It is indeed very good weather, suitable for playing football!

Although he is only in his twenties, he has been a veteran Saints fan for more than 20 years.

Of course, when he is called a veteran, he is only compared with many new fans nowadays. If he is compared with Uncle Peter who is standing next to him and stretching lazily, then he is far inferior.

He clearly remembered that when he was a child, Uncle Peter was already a security guard in Staplewood.

Oh, no, there wasn't Staplewood yet.

At that time, the Saints' training base was very simple, just a random circle with four sides, and the players trained inside.

This group of kids are always accompanied by adults and appear around the training ground. They just watch them train. Some naughty ones even sneak in and run in to make trouble.

Looking back, Southampton seemed like an amateur team rooted in the community, and the stars they knew so well sometimes felt like their older brothers.

Oh, by the way, if you often go to Saint Harry's Bar, you will often meet players who come here to drink and ask for autographs and take photos. That is very normal.

At that time, everyone liked the saints as if they were their own family and friends.

Relatively speaking, the Saints are a bit unfamiliar now.

Thick walls and tall trees along the road completely separate the training ground from the fans.

Although fans can also go to the training ground to watch the team training, they have to go through security checks and go through some procedures. It is no longer as casual and simple as before.

At least, the days when entering the training base was as convenient and easy as entering one's own home are gone.

This is not just a problem for Southampton, but a problem for all teams in Europe.

Times have changed, and everything has changed with them.

Even the fans' feelings towards the club have changed.

The saint is still the saint loved by everyone in this city, but the feelings are different and the way of expressing feelings is also different.

Thomas is one of the more conservative old fans, and he still misses the Saints team he played for as a child.

So, he came to Staplewood training ground and worked as a security guard.

Because of this, he can walk in Staplewood every day and it feels like he is walking in his own home.

"Peter."

"Huh?" Peter turned around and glanced at the young man who was standing upright.

"How long have you been here?" Thomas asked.

Peter frowned, as if he was thinking hard, but then he smiled, "I can't remember. It's been a long time."

"I remember when I was a kid, my dad told me that you were a great player in the Saints' youth training camp, and later you were also a great engineer in London. Why did you come here to be a security guard? And why have you been doing it for so long?"

This time Thomas lowered his head and glanced at Peter, who was sitting by the door.

Peter raised his head, his cloudy eyes seemed to be shining, he seemed to be recalling his past and lost in memories.

More than a minute passed before he suddenly remembered that he had not answered the question yet.

"Don't believe me when I tell you this. When I was forced to leave Saints due to injury, I envied the security guards at Staplewood because they could see the stars every day, watch them train every day, and walk freely around Staplewood. So, I had a dream at that time. I wanted to be a security guard at Staplewood."

Thomas wanted to laugh when he heard this. Just for this?

My God, who didn’t have a dream when they were a child?

Pilots, astronauts, scientists...

But aren’t these all things you’ll use to make fun of yourself when you grow up?

Who still remembers the dream they once made? Who is willing to be so boring as to realize their childhood dream?

"You know, I made a lot of money in London, but I wasn't happy at all. I didn't really like my job. It was more like a tool for me to make money, not a passion."

When Peter said this, his expression was complicated.

This is often the case with people in the world. How many people can make a living based on their passion?

In fact, how many people started out because of their passion, but in the end, their original intentions were changed unknowingly?

After more than a minute of silence, Peter let out a breath and continued, "Later, I had a quarrel with my boss because the team he supported lost to Southampton in the league. He started swearing, and I fought with him!"

Thomas almost laughed out loud.

Peter looks gentle and not a strong and powerful man, so why would he fight with others?

But it would be better if you don't get beaten too badly, right?

Peter seemed to notice Thomas's gaze, raised his head and smiled slightly, "Why? Are you worried that I'll get beaten?"

Thomas didn't say anything, but his expression revealed what he was thinking.

"I'm telling you, Thomas. I beat that guy like a pig. Although I was injured, he was in a worse situation than me. That incident will probably be a nightmare for him for the rest of his life!"

Thomas was speechless.

Hitting was definitely wrong, but for some reason he couldn't blame Peter.

"I decided to leave London, and my wife and kids supported me. We returned to Southampton, and Harry told me that the club was looking for a security guard. I was like, oh my god, this is my chance to fulfill my childhood dream!"

"I've always thought that I came back just to be a security guard!"

The corners of Thomas' mouth twitched. What a small, yet admirable decision.

An engineer who was doing well in London suddenly came to Southampton to work as a security guard. He really didn't know what to say, but no matter what, he admired Peter's choice and courage.

"I know that over the years, many old stubborn people think that the team has deteriorated and has completely lost its past traditions. It has become a wealthy club, but has distanced itself from the fans."

Thomas nodded; he had heard this voice often.

"Those are a bunch of shameless guys. They seem to have forgotten that when the team was in financial crisis, Mathieu Le Tissier tried every possible way to raise funds, but did they donate?"

Thomas also vaguely knew that this matter was not far away, probably less than ten years.

"No! They didn't!"

Peter's tone was light, but powerful.

"They are like a group of selfish vampires who only know how to take but not how to give. On the one hand, they ask the team to attach importance to inheritance and maintain tradition, but this requires a high cost, and they are unwilling to pay the price for it."

"If they were willing to support Mathieu Le Tissier back then, the Saints would not have been acquired and would still be our Saints. They were the ones who handed the Saints over to the investors. Now, what qualifications do they have to ask others to respect their opinions and value their traditions?"

"How much money did Master Huan spend on the Saint? How much effort and emotion did he put into it? He is just reaping the fruits of his labor. What qualifications do those shameless people have to criticize him?"

"Those guys were just like prostitutes in a red-light district. After they were done, they sat by the bed and said to her earnestly, 'Girl, you are so young and beautiful, it's a pity to work in this industry, why don't you just give up being a good girl!'"

Thomas burst out laughing when he heard this. Isn't this a bit of a figurative description?

"I don't think about anything now. I don't listen to anyone. I only believe what I see with my own eyes. That is, professional football has undergone tremendous changes in the past few years, and our Saints have not only adapted to this change, but also jumped from a third-tier team on the verge of bankruptcy to one of the top clubs in Europe."

“For me, this is the most amazing achievement and I am very proud of it!”

Thomas nodded heavily.

He had been confused before, but now after listening to Peter's words, he couldn't help but let go of many of his thoughts.

It hasn't completely overturned my previous views, but it has broadened my thinking.

"By the way, Peter, what about the young master Huan you mentioned? Is he like what the newspapers say, with a large entourage when he goes out, throwing money when he enters the house, attracting a group of people to rob him?"

Peter's eyes widened when he heard this. Nimei, how can anyone believe this?

"These are all fake news made up by those unscrupulous tabloids to create sales. They are fake. At least I have never seen Young Master Huan spend money." After a pause, a hint of cunning flashed in Peter's old eyes.

"Of course, if he throws money around, I'll be the first one to rush over and grab it. Who the hell can resist money?"

Thomas's three views were completely overturned.

What is going on with this Uncle Peter?

"So what exactly is Master Huan like?" Thomas asked again.

He had just started working and had seen Young Master Huan in the newspaper. He had also seen him from afar a few times at the stadium, but he had never met him face to face, so he had no idea what kind of person Young Master Huan was.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several figures running towards him from outside the gate and his conversation could be heard from a distance.

"Master, we're almost at five kilometers. Come on, you can do it, hold on!" The speaker was a delicate beauty.

"That's right, it's only five kilometers. When I was in the army for special training, I carried dozens of kilograms and ran dozens or even hundreds of kilometers without getting red in the face or out of breath. You are nothing like me, Master. You are too weak!"

"I'm weak, why don't you try to run a hundred kilometers with a load? Don't just stand there and talk!"

"Master, I feel wronged. It was you who said that you have gained weight recently and need to lose weight, so I designed special training for you!"

"I specially trained Nimi."

"Oh, I'll ask them to bring my sister over later!"

"I'll pick up your mom!"

"Okay, bring my mom along as well. I haven't seen them for a long time!"

"Fuck you, get out of here, get as far away as you can, and don't hinder me from losing weight!"

"Isn't it just a few pounds of meat? I don't believe that I can't lose weight on you. I'm going to fight you!"

As he spoke, the young man was seen rushing towards the gate of the training base with gritted teeth.

Thomas just reacted and was about to go over to stop it, but Peter grabbed him.

"Here, he is Master Huan!"

"What?" Thomas was stunned.

"He is Master Huan?"

Oh my God, what is going on?

It’s too subversive and destroys your worldview, right?