My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 234 The Origin of All Things ([-])

Hearing the words of the textile factory worker, Jamie Love blushed and almost rushed to fight him on the spot.

Not to be outdone, the big worker rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward.

"Calm down, calm down, Jamie!"

Arteta and Fergie Suter quickly grabbed Jamie Love, and the big man was also grabbed by other workers.

"Go ahead and call Mr. Walsh." Chen Yao told Sania, who immediately ran away.

The atmosphere was tense as the workers and players barely controlled their emotions.

After a few minutes.

"What are you doing, gentlemen?!"

James Walsh hurried over and banged his stick on the ground.

"We are your workers, Mr. Walsh," cried the big man. "How long a week do we work? Six days! How many hours do we work a day?"

"Anyway, it will definitely be more than eight hours." A worker shouted.

"And what about these guys? They don't have to work, they just need to play football. Not only that, Mr. Walsh, you won't pay them lower wages than us, right?"

"Shut up!" James Walsh blushed and said, "I am your boss! I gave you jobs! I also gave them jobs! How dare you talk to me like this?!"

Chen Yao wiped his sweat. It seemed that although Mr. James Walsh looked amiable, he was actually a capitalist. His words sounded familiar to him.

But this big worker had obviously never studied Capital. James Walsh's words blocked his mouth, and his mind could not be turned around.

The workers also slowly became quiet. James Walsh sighed and said, "Gentlemen, let's spread it out. My life is not easier than yours. The cotton market is very volatile. You don't understand this." , but you must know that this will greatly affect the factory’s income and your salary.”

"I tried my best, I tried my best to keep the factory running without reducing your treatment. Yes, I also paid Fergie, Jamie, and Mikel's wages. You see, all these pounds were paid by me. Yes. But I promise you, I will treat you all equally."

The workers seemed to listen and stopped making noise.

Chen Yao's mouth twitched when he heard it. It was really a harsh word from a capitalist. To be able to become a veteran imperialist capitalist in the wave of the industrial revolution, it is true that both big and small capitalists have two skills.

James Walsh felt that a labor conflict had been eliminated by himself. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "I understand your dissatisfaction. You are working, but Fergie and the others are just playing football, and you are not satisfied. Listen. "Look, guys, you all have a chance to go to the FA Cup final, I promise. That's what Fergie and his guys bring to you. I'm going to sort it out and we won't be disqualified, okay?"

"You are the boss, Mr. Walsh, so let's do as you say." The big man was helpless, "We don't want to cause disputes, we just want to be able to go to London to compete."

"I promise you."

Chen Yao was speechless. James Walsh cleverly transferred the labor-capital conflict to the workers, and then exposed it lightly. He really underestimated this old guy.

The workers dispersed, and James Walsh looked at Chen Yao, "Mr. Coach, as you can see, we have to compete in the FA Cup final."

"Mr. Walsh...have you figured it out?"

"Yes, I hope we can win the championship." James Walsh's tone became gradually tougher, "I understand, you are right, Mr. Coach, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, this is the history of the northern club The best opportunity. We have to figure out a way."

Chen Yao looked at the well-dressed capitalist, and the image of James Walsh changed in his eyes.

He is not a simple football lover, nor is he a kind factory owner. These are all appearances and never exist.

From the perspective of historical materialism, the outbreak of some contradictions is inevitable.

And James Walsh and the forces he represents are the attackers eager to reestablish order.

"That's an unexpected turn of events, Mr. Walsh. What gave you the courage?"

"I love Darwin, I love football."

"I'm really touched." Chen Yao raised his eyebrows, "Is it profit, Mr. Walsh?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"We are going to have a showdown with the FA." Chen Yao looked at James Walsh, "Stop joking, Mr. Walsh, I don't believe you capitalists would invest in a club out of your so-called love."

"Oh?" James Walsh said noncommittally, "Mr. Coach, what do you want to say?"

"Football is a business. As you can see, it has magic, it makes thousands of people happy to watch it and play it. It has endless commercial potential. You, Mr. Walsh, and the rest Capitalists, what you want to see is a professional and commercialized football, don’t you?”

James Walsh did not speak, and Chen Yao continued: "You must seize the right to speak from the hands of the London elite, and you must promote the reform of football from amateurism to professionalism. You have to wait for an opportunity, and this The FA Cup final is a perfect opportunity."

James Walsh chuckled and said, "I'm not as sophisticated as you think, Mr. Coach. But after weighing the pros and cons, I believe this challenge is worth it."

"Then let's cooperate, Mr. Walsh." Chen Yao smiled, "We can do it. Well, you need my help. Let me reintroduce Mikel to you. He is not only an outstanding player, And an eloquent speaker.”

……

The FA Headquarters, Frederick Street, London.

On the eve of the FA Cup final of the 1880-1881 season.

"It is an honor for you, Mr. Medellin and Mr. Kinnard, to be willing to attend the meeting." Charles Elkuk, honorary secretary of the Football Association, sat arrogantly behind the long table, "I..."

"Excuse me." Chen Yao loosened the bow on his collar. He was a little uncomfortable with the formal attire of this era, "Who are you?"

"Charles Elcook, Honorary Secretary of the Football Association." Charles Elcook emphasized the suffix.

"Oh, Charles, was it you who wrote that letter to Darwen?"

"Yes, I am writing on behalf of the FA. By the way, sir, who are you?"

"I am a coach of Dawin, you may not understand this position, it doesn't matter." Chen Yao waved his hand, "I come here to tell you, Dawin does not accept your threat." "Suggestion." Charles El Cook board With a face, "It's a suggestion, not a threat. Oh, Mr. Walsh, I'm curious why it's not you who is negotiating with me, but this idle 'coach'."

"He can represent Darwen." James Walsh's voice was flat.

"Stop it, Charles." Francis Medellin said loudly, "Gentlemen, I am Francis Medellin, Chairman of the Football Association. Let me get straight to the point. I will not allow these people in your team - —The ones behind you."

Chen Yao turned around, and behind him stood Fergie Suter, Jamie Love, Rosicky and Sagna.

"They are Darwin's players." Chen Yao said calmly, "No matter what their professional status is, they are Darwen's players."

"Professional status?" Medellin sneered, "No, football players are not a profession."

He turned to look at the silent Arthur Kinnard, "Football is a gentleman's demeanor and an elegant entertainment. We cannot let it become vulgar."

"Our participation will not make this sport inferior, Francis." Chen Yao said, "You are not nobler than factory workers, and true nobility is not what you define."

"Shut up, Mr. Coach. Coaching is not a legitimate profession either."

"Then what is a legitimate occupation, Medellin? In factories, in mines, in farmland, producing wealth for your fine clothes and food, is this a legitimate occupation? Then what are you? You can only eat and shit. Is a person a noble?"

Francis Medellin's beard was trembling, and his face quickly turned gloomy and terrifying, "You are insulting me, sir. You have to know the consequences of doing this."

"No, Medellin, you insulted us first. Moreover, you and your friends, you have no right to define football. The future of football is decided by millions of people. In front of the wave of millions of people, you Useless.”

"Snapped!"

Francis Medellin stood up abruptly and slammed the table so hard that his chair fell to the ground, making a screeching sound in the silent room.

"You will pay for your words and actions!" he roared.

"Calm down, Francis." Arthur Kinnard walked over, raised the stool, and pushed Francis Medellin back to the table. "Don't be angry. I think what this gentleman said is not completely unreasonable. "

"Arthur! I've had enough of your kindness and mother-in-law. I'm going to expel Darwin from the FA, and I'm leaving my words here!"

"You can't do it." Arthur Kinnard sighed. "Francis, you can't do it."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. Medellin, let me say something," Fergie Suter interjected, "I understand your anger, to a certain extent. You've been competing against gentlemen who don't have to work, you're used to it. You don’t want to compete on the same field as us. But have you ever thought that this is unfair?”

Francis Medellin snorted, "I don't see what's unfair about this."

"You are well fed and in good spirits, while we work six days a week and have to raise money to take the train to participate in the competition. You are strong and noble, we are thin and tired. Is this what you think is fair play and chivalry?"

Francis Medellin opened his mouth and objected in a low voice, "Who says I don't have a job? I also have a job."

"But Mr. Medellin, your job does not require you to go to the quarry. Do you know what it feels like to pick up a shovel, smash it down, and pick it up again, repeating this process all day long?"

"I……"

"You don't know. You don't know what the disgraced players in front of you go through on a daily basis. Now there is an opportunity to make this sport fairer and more interesting, Mr. Medellin, this is for you , it’s all beneficial to the Football Association.”

Francis Medellin seemed to have calmed down a lot, "What you said makes sense, but it's not enough to convince me."

"Mr. Medellin, please think of those workers, those children, who long to run on the field and laugh. Professionalism can make this possible."

"Football is our pride. I can't let him fall into my hands."

James Walsh interjected, "Well... Dear gentlemen, if you insist on doing this, you will find that the local football federations will submit petitions to withdraw from you. The FA will become an empty frame, and we will Organize your own, professional football match."

Francis Medellin sneered: "James, oh James, your imagination is too developed. Do you think you can scare me like this? You can't, you can't."

"That's not necessarily the case." Chen Yao smiled and looked at the door of the conference room.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps, and Mikel Arteta walked into the conference room breathing heavily, holding a piece of letter paper in his hand.

"Fortunately, I caught up, coach." Arteta glanced at the three members of the Football Association, "and a few gentlemen."

"Mikel has been to football federations all over the north for us. We have a letter, signed by club presidents from all over the country, to you. In it is Mr. Walsh's little idea, a locally organized tournament and a new Football Association."

Chen Yao waved the letter, "Want to take a look? Gentlemen?"

Mikel Arteta was gasping for air. Chen Yao patted him on the shoulder and sighed in his heart. Arteta's ability to speak well has come in handy. He has a talent for being able to persuade people he wants to persuade. You have to be obedient.

If he was given a computer that could hold PPT, Chen Yao even thought he could persuade the FA to let him serve as chairman.

Francis Medellin stared at Chen Yao and the letter in his hand, James Walsh showed a satisfied smile, fine beads of sweat oozed from Charles Elkook's forehead, Arthur Kinnard He shook his head slightly helplessly.

That day would come, Arthur Kinnard thought, once the sport became popular, and he and the elite he represented would be in the minority after all.

In many matters, the elite has greater power than other classes of people, but not in this matter alone.

"Accept this fact, Francis." Arthur Kinnard took the letter and said to Francis Medellin, "This is not abandonment, nor is it abandonment of tradition. We have no choice. If you want to defend our honor , see you on the field."

"Arthur, what are you..."

"I support Darwen." Arthur Kinnard's voice was soft but firm. "This is not an easy decision. I am as unwilling to accept this fact as you are. But this is a process, a trend. No matter what Well, for this game, I support Darwen to participate with their full squad.”

Francis Medellin's eyes moved to Charles Ercook, and the honorary secretary looked away in panic and said: "I should not make recommendations, but Mr. Medellin, I must emphasize that banning Darwen from competing is not A good choice…”

"I'm not convinced." Francis Medellin sat down slumped, "I don't know what you are thinking. Arthur, I am very disappointed. But since you all think so, let's see you on the field."

The FA president said fiercely: "I will prove that football is still our sport."

(End of this chapter)