My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 231 The Origin of All Things ([-])

"Don't be discouraged, we haven't lost yet." James Walsh snorted dissatisfied.

"Mr. Walsh, on this scale, if I were captain of the Old Etonians, I already know how to win."

Chen Yao sighed: "And Arthur Kinnard seems to have thought of it too."

The game continues.

James Walsh's face never looked better, and the game went as Chen Yao told him.

The old Etonian's strategy is very simple, which is to strangle Fergie Suter, cut off the passing routes for him from other players, and not leave space for Fergie Suter. As soon as he gets the ball, he immediately kicks the ball with his hands and feet. He lay down.

Foggy Suter was a punchline for the rest of the game, getting the ball only a handful of times and getting knocked down far more often.

Jimmy Love never got another one-on-one shot, and no one fed him the ball.

Fergie Suter was besieged with punches and kicks, forcing Darwin's men to close in on him and thwart the Old Etonian's onslaught of bodies.

The originally orderly formation of the Darwen team only maintained a fragile order for a short time, and then returned to a state of chaos.

After the game was dragged back to a chaotic rhythm by the Old Etonians, the physical advantage of the Old Etonians players was once again amplified. Arthur Kinnard broke out of the encirclement of the Darwen players again and again and shot the ball towards the goal.

"Arthur! You are such a genius!"

At the end of the game, Francis Medellin rushed to Arthur Kinnard and hugged him tightly.

Jamie Love pulled Fergie Suter up from the ground. Suter's clothes were covered with dust and footprints. The corner of his mouth was broken in the collision, and blood dripped down his chin.

"Fake." Suter lowered his head and spat out bloody saliva.

Five to zero, the Old Etonians defeated the Darwin team with a crushing force.

Darwen's 1879 FA Cup journey was over.

James Walsh's lips were trembling. He looked pale as he watched Arthur Kinnard, Francis Medellin and other Old Etonian players swaggering into the Squire fans, joking with the fans.

"Oh, Mr. Walsh." Chen Yao hurriedly stepped forward to support James Walsh, "Don't be angry yet. This is just a game, we can win it back."

"These sanctimonious scoundrels!" James Walsh cursed again and tapped the floor with his cane.

"That's right, scoundrel." Chen Yao agreed.

"By the way, sir, you seem to know something about football." James Walsh calmed down and asked Chen Yao, "In this proud and ruthless city, I am really touched that there are viewers who are willing to pay attention to the Darwen team. .Do you have any suggestions?”

"Well..." Chen Yao smiled, "I do have some knowledge about football. Mr. Walsh, I have three brothers here who also have excellent football skills. I wonder if you are willing to hire them to work in your factory. Are you working there?"

"This..." James Walsh had a complicated expression, "I... am not sure the legitimacy of this behavior."

"Now that you have Fergie and Jimmy, why should you care about this? Besides, Mr. Walsh, do you like to see old Etonians showing off?"

"Okay!" James Walsh gritted his teeth, "Please come back to Darwin with me."

……

Darwen, Lancashire.

This is a town full of industrial atmosphere. Darwen is one of the textile industry centers in northern England, and the property purchased by James Walsh is also a textile factory.

In the tavern in the center of town.

The light of kerosene lamps flickered in the small tavern, and the sound of clinking wine glasses and rough singing echoed in the air.

The wooden floor smelled strongly of beer and tobacco. Heavy industrial shoes made a rhythmic sound on the floor, carrying traces of dust. Fergie Souter and Jamie Love were sitting at the table in the corner of the pub, drinking wine in silence.

James Walsh took Chen Yao over, and Arteta, Rosicky and Sagna were arranged to drink at another table.

This scene made Chen Yao laugh. He thought, if the memories here would not be erased, how would these three players view this time?

"Jamie, Fergie." James Walsh sat down in front of them, "Well done. I saw you right."

"Sir, we lost." Fergie Suter filled a glass of wine for himself in frustration, "We lost."

"It's not your fault," James Walsh said. "That game wasn't fair. It's an honor to lose."

"But we still lost, sir. You didn't hire us to lose."

"Don't take it to heart, Fergie, Jamie. We'll keep coming next year. Sooner or later the northern club will win its first FA Cup."

"Thank you, sir." Fergie Suter burped, "Who is this...?"

"This gentleman calls himself coach." James Walsh patted Chen Yao, "I don't play football, and I don't really understand his whims. But I guess you can get along well. He also brought We have three players, and you can train together in a few days."

"Thank you, Mr. Walsh." Chen Yao sat down next to the owner of the textile factory and looked at Fergie Suter and Jamie Love. "You two, let's talk. What are we talking about... Just talk. Let’s talk football.”

"Football?" Fergie Suter said vaguely, "How can you understand football better than me?"

……

"Sir, you do know more about football than I do. Your friends also have amazing skills. They are simply not like football players of this era."

On the lawn in Dawen Town, Fergie Suter said to Chen Yao sincerely.

"I'm a little sweaty." Tomas Rosicky wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, "I never knew my skills were so good."

"It's very strange." Arteta said doubtfully, "I thought this was normal."

"There are too many things we can't remember." Sania shook her head.

Jamie Love looks at Arsenal's three veterans with admiration.

"Hell, Fergie, did you see that? This guy, and this guy, their dribbling skills are the most solid I have ever seen. The frequency of their touches and the ease of their movements are amazing!"

"And this guy... his dribbling is also good, but have you seen his tackle? It turns out that defense can be so wonderful... Why should we collide with our opponents? That is meaningless!"

Jamie Love gushed about his shock to Fergie Suter.

"Compared with this, Jamie, this coach's thoughts surprised me more." Fergie Suter said, "He told me the importance of passing the ball and told me that football is about passing, running and moving forward. He gave me a brief introduction to a few formations in the game, which I had thought about but never dared to try in reality... He was not like a football enthusiast in England, where people only know how to collide and play vulgarly. Dribbling.”

"Fergie, how long do you want to stay in Darwen?" Jamie Love suddenly asked, "There is also a club in nearby Blackburn that is recruiting players. I saw an advertisement in the newspaper."

"I..." Fergie Suter looked at his companions, then at Chen Yao, with a confused look on his face, "I don't know, Jamie."

"I thought you would choose Blackburn. When we came to England, you said you came to make money." Jamie Love laughed.

"Jamie, do you want to leave?"

"No, Fergie, making money from football is one thing, but the joy of football is priceless, isn't it? Besides, Mr. Walsh pays us a lot." Jamie Love laughed, "We I’ve only spent so much time in Darwen. I still want to seek revenge on those gentlemen in London.”

"Jamie, maybe... I will still go to Blackburn." Fergie Suter lowered his head, "You are right, happiness is priceless. But don't forget, we can't make much money in the quarry. How embarrassed we were when we were little. Our purpose is to make money.”

"but……"

"But we can stay in Darwen for a while longer." Fergie Suter gritted his teeth, "I will not accept failure. Since we want to become professional players, we must bring victory to our employer and Mr. Walsh. .I will not leave until I have repaid Mr. Walsh's appreciation."

(End of this chapter)