My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 235 The Origin of All Things ([-])

Summer 1881, London.

Kennington, The Oval.

The world's oldest cup competition celebrates its tenth year.

When Chen Yao led the Darwin team players into the oval stadium, a crowd of spectators stood up in the simple stands, and they gave a messy but loud cheering sound.

"These are the folks of Darwin, as well as workers and people from northern counties. They are all supporters of Darwin." James Walsh introduced to the team members.

Chen Yao waved to the fans who came with the team, and the cheers became even louder.

This is the prototype of the fans who accompany the team on away games. he thinks.

James Walsh was very satisfied with the welcome his team received. He patted Chen Yao on the shoulder with satisfaction, "I'm going to the stands, Mr. Coach, I'm looking forward to your performance."

"Don't worry, Mr. Walsh."

In the distance, Arthur Kinnard and Francis Medellin also led the Old Etonian players into the Oval.

The formally dressed caddies lined up to greet the Old Etonians, and the gentlemen and ladies in the stands applauded politely.

"For the first time I don't think we are as popular as the bumpkins in Darwin," muttered an Old Etonian player.

"Francis, it's up to you to guard the goal." Arthur Kinnard leaned into the ear of the bearded Medellin.

Francis Medellin's face was stern. He looked at Arthur Kinnard and nodded without saying a word.

Other Old Etonians seemed to sense the feud between the two men. They selectively ignored the atmosphere and went to the dressing room to change their jerseys.

The independent referee stood in the middle of the court. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

……

"Guys, remember our tactics, pass the ball quickly, find space, stretch them out, advance on passes and runs, then give the ball to Fergie, Thomas or Mikel and the rest. Stay in their backline and find opportunities to break through.”

Chen Yao ordered the players in the last few minutes before the game started.

"I want to see your courage, determination and confidence. Broaden your vision, to your left, right, and beyond, are the landing points for the pass. Don't worry about mistakes, pass boldly, just like we do in training."

Mikel Arteta jumped on the spot and said, "Understood, Mr. Coach."

Tomas Rosicky and Fergie Suter put their arms around each other and nodded in agreement.

"And, Bakari, our defense needs you to work more. The Old Etonians are still a dribbling team like rugby. Don't pay too much attention to their passing routes and focus on their few Dribbler and intercept the ball. It's that simple."

Bakari Sania nodded, "I will become Darwin's ironclad wall."

Chen Yao clapped his hands at the end, "Okay, everyone, we are Darwin, we are the pride of the Northern Club, we stand here, we will be the champions."

……

It’s a duel between passing and dribbling.

The first attack of the Old Etonians was a typical dribbling attack. Arthur Kinnard took the ball and swept towards Darwen's goal surrounded by a group of Old Etonians.

This scene reminded Chen Yao of a funny movie he had seen. A group of people formed a circle, surrounded the players holding the ball, and then let the circle move forward...

The scene in front of me now cannot be said to be exactly the same as that scene, but it is quite similar.

The elites and nobles of the Old Etonians rolled over Darwin's defenses like ancient European knights, and Arthur Kinnard's strong body rampaged like a bull.

Darwin's players were knocked over like building blocks, but the referee turned a blind eye.

Chen Yao looked up at the referee. This wooden guy was obviously just a decoration, and he certainly didn't dare call the FA officials for a foul.

As the Old Etonians' formation approached Darwen's goal, the ladies in the stands let out a chorus of admiration.

"Oh honey, Arthur looks so strong!"

"Yes, yes, he is like a cow..."

"Mrs. Kinnard, you are so happy."

Arthur Kinnard saw the goal. Darwen's goal was guarded by a big man. He was very strong, but Arthur Kinnard was convinced that the big goalkeeper lacked enough nutrition. His jumping ability and The reflexes are not good enough.

He was about to shoot, but Bakari Sagna came over like black lightning and kicked the ball away.

Arthur Kinnard's kick missed and he almost fell to the ground. When he calmed down, Sania rolled and got up from the ground and ran away.

What technology is this? Did he fly close to the ground? How did he hit the ball just right?

Arthur Kinnard was stunned. His teammates patted him hard, "Arthur, go and defend!"

The Old Etonians cheered and surrounded Fergie Suter who took the ball, and Fergie Suter passed it to the Darwen players beside him.

The receiving team member waited for the Old Etonians players to get closer and immediately passed the ball out again. It was Tomas Rosicky who received the ball.

Rosicky ran with the ball nimbly, and behind him was a bunch of old Etonians chasing Rosicky.

Two players running from the other side blocked Rosicky's path. Rosicky flicked the ball between the two players, knocked it lightly, and the ball floated towards Arteta.

With the combination of Rosicky and Arteta, the Darwen team began to embroider a dazzling short passing performance.

Their formation moved forward in an orderly manner on the pass, and the old Etonian used all his strength to chase the ball carrier around Darwin's structure with ferocity.

Darwen's passing often caused dangers. After all, their opponents were strong, agile, and fierce. However, Rosicky and Arteta repeatedly eliminated dangers with their vision and skills beyond this era.

Francis Medellin was shocked to find that Darwin's forward line was actually approaching him.

Old Etonians looked like a bunch of headless flies to him - God, he thought, he had never felt that way before.

But against the backdrop of Darwen, the performance of the old Etonian was hard to watch.

Are we really wrong?

Francis Medellin didn't have much time to struggle. Rosicky sent a through ball, and Jamie Love broke through the Old Etonian's defense and faced Medellin.

Medellin pounced like a tiger. He wasn't going for the ball, he was going to knock down Jamie Love.

He missed.

Jamie Love suddenly picked up speed, passed Medellin, and pushed the ball into the empty net.

One to zero.

"Oh, are you surprised? Brother?" Jamie Love ran to Medellin after scoring the goal, "I learned a few tricks from my teammates, and this was my new trick just now. "

Medellin gritted his teeth angrily, got up and walked back to the door.

The game continues.

Arthur Kinnard scored a goal twenty minutes later. This time he directed several players to entangle Bakari Sagna, preventing Sagna from getting close to him, and then ran rampantly The ball went into Darwen's goal.

One to one.

"Change the strategy, guys." Chen Yao shouted to the field. He knew that they couldn't win the ball with rugby-style play when the referee pretended to be dead.

The old Etonians discovered that the Darwin team's tactics had changed again.

The trajectory of the ball became high and far, and Darwen began to pass a lot of crosses between the wings.

The Old Etonians chased their opponents as the ball floated, but the Darwin team's repeated lateral and diagonal passes from both wings sharply increased the Old Etonians' running volume to the limit.

"We are...like...dogs..." said one of the Old Etonians to Arthur Kinnard.

"There is no way... we can only... try our best!" Arthur Kinnard tried to boost morale, but his voice could not remain stable.

Just like the game against Oxford, the Old Etonians' energy was quickly exhausted by Darwen's numerous long balls.

Arthur Kinnard no longer had the energy to dribble through Darwin's defence, and his teammates were no longer able to stop Bakari Sagna.

Sagna was like a bulldozer. When he saw the ball, he made a sliding shovel. The dirt on the lawn was splashed with Sagna's shovel marks everywhere. The old Etonian's ball was also shoveled away time and time again.

The Old Etonians have never been exhausted to this extent. Their physical energy is exhausted, and they are like a pile of wooden stakes, being driven through the defense line by Darwen again and again.

Rosicky and Arteta also staged a primitive alternation. Their one-two combination stun some of the old Etonians who were far outnumbered by them. Finally, Rosicky lifted the ball over the head of Francis Medellin and landed lightly. Spin into the goal.

In the Oval Stadium, the cheers from the away fans grew louder than the waves, while London's social elite were silent.

"This is not a game, but a sermon." A gentleman next to James Walsh bowed to him, "Mr. Walsh, you have done a great thing."

……

Arthur Kinnard scored a late goal and he collapsed completely on the grass.

He couldn't squeeze out a drop of energy from his body. In fact, Sagna could have shoveled the ball, but the Darwen defender did not do so. Sania came over and pulled Arthur Kinnard up.

"Sir, you are very brave." Sania said, "Maybe this is what a knight is."

"No." Arthur Kinnard shook his head with a wry smile, "A well-equipped heavy-armored knight fighting a group of unarmored old peasants alone cannot reflect the nobility of medieval aristocrats... This is no different from now."

"There's a difference," Sania said. "We beat you, that's the difference."

"Yeah..." Arthur Kinard muttered, "We lost."

He looked at the scoreboard.

The scoreboard read four to two.

The FA Cup final of the 1880-1881 season is over, and the winning team is: Darwin.

"Incredible." Arthur Kinnard staggered towards Francis Medellin, "Francis?"

Medellin did not get angry with Arthur anymore. He hugged Arthur and said, "Some things are going to pass away. Arthur, I don't know if you are right, but what passes away is gone."

Chen Yao celebrated happily with his Darwen players, and James Walsh also walked onto the oval lawn to shake Chen Yao's hand.

"Mr. Coach, you are a football genius who does not belong to this era!" The textile factory owner beamed, "We have made history. We are the first northern club to win the championship!"

"And it was Fergie Suter and Jamie Love who killed the game." Chen Yao said, "Congratulations, Mr. Walsh, you have witnessed history."

"The era of amateur football is coming to an end," he said.

……

1892, London.

Oval Stadium.

The [-]th FA Cup Final.

Standing side by side with Chen Yao was Arthur Kinnard.

Arthur was no longer captain of the Old Etonians and it was no longer his team that reached the final.

The two sides in the FA Cup final are West Bromwich Albion and Aston Villa.

To Arthur Kinnard, these two names were not very familiar, but Chen Yao was very familiar with them.

"I'm surprised that I would call you an old friend." Arthur looked at Chen Yao.

"I'm also surprised that I'm still here..." Chen Yao curled his lips, "But Arthur, it's been a pleasure to establish a friendship with you over the years."

"The wave of professionalization is unstoppable. I am fortunate to have witnessed an era." Arthur looked at the players lined up on the court. "Seven years ago, we helped Charles pass the professionalization motion. This group of us once led to Football that we are proud of will never come back."

"Football is still football, Arthur."

"I buried our football." Arthur Kinnard smiled. "I was regarded as a traitor by some people, but I think I also saved them. At least the FA still exists."

"And you are the chairman of the FA. But Arthur, I have to remind you that the desire of local clubs to form their own competition league will not be extinguished, and the future of the FA will not rest easy."

"I believe they will change, that's not something I can see happening anymore."

"Speaking of this, Arthur, have you ever thought that football will become a very popular sport in the future, and maybe someone will be willing to name his company to the football league."

“Interesting idea, this would go a long way in raising awareness.”

"Don't you run a family bank? Your bank may merge with other banks and become a big bank. This big bank may be able to name the league."

"That's a good idea." Arthur took it as a joke, "I quite like Barclays, why not just use their name."

They were suddenly pushed aside, and Arthur turned around and saw an embarrassed Irishman.

"I'm sorry, sir." The Irishman apologized hastily, "I don't know the road and I accidentally bumped into..."

"It's nothing serious, sir. Oh, sweet child, is he your son?" Arthur Kinnard touched the head of the child held by Ireland.

"Ah, yes, sir... I once heard someone say that in the FA Cup final ten years ago, Darwen defeated the Old Etonians with a magical pass... I am very curious about what it was like, my The children are also very curious." The Irishman laughed, "So we came to London to see what the amazing games were like in the newspapers."

"Dawen is no longer magical." Chen Yao said, "Their main players at the time have gone to richer teams during the professionalization process, and that pioneering team no longer exists."

"Oh, yes," said the Irishman regretfully.

"Dawen has been gifted by the god of football." The Irishman's ten-year-old son said seriously, "What they look like is what football will look like in the future."

"Really?" Arthur Kinnard was very interested. "Young gentleman, maybe you can become a coach like the gentleman next to me."

"I will." The child nodded vigorously.

"By the way, what's your name?" Chen Yao asked casually.

"Jimmy," the kid answered. "Jimmy Hogan."

……

The Oval is gone, Arthur Kinard is gone, Jimmy Hogan is gone, the Irishman is gone.

Everything returned to silence and darkness.

Chen Yao could only hear his own breathing. He tried to reach out and scratch in the darkness, but he didn't touch anything.

Just utter emptiness and darkness.

"Ding!"

A long and crisp voice sounded in the darkness:

Congratulations on completing the [Echoes of History] exclusive mission: [The Origin of All Things]!

You go back to 1879 and assist James Walsh as Darwen defeat Old Etonians the following year to lift the Northern club's first FA Cup.

You united the northern clubs, gained the upper hand in the game with the Football Association, and promoted the process of professionalism.

On October 1882, 10, Jimmy Hogan was born. He became a pioneer in the development of modern football.

On July 1885, 7, the Football Association passed a professional resolution.

In 1896, Arthur Kinnard's family bank was merged into Barclays Bank.

In 2001, Barclays Bank sponsored the English Premier League.

As a reward, your various badge abilities are greatly improved.

You get the badge: [The Way of Football] (Legendary).

【The Way of Football】

Description: Travel through the years of history, return to the birthplace of modern football, and listen to the original pulse of football. Understanding the origins of football will help you realize the essence and true meaning of the game. The players you coach will share your insights, which will make them look like geniuses learning the game.

Effect: The players under your guidance have a deeper understanding of football, their comprehension ability +25%, tactical adaptability +25%, pressure resistance +10%, and on-field stability +10%.

Your players Mikel Arteta, Tomas Rosicky, and Bakari Sagna gain the trait [Getting Stronger with Age].

【Old and stronger】

Description: They are a few old guys under your command, but the old guys are very reliable.

Effect: When the game situation requires veterans to take action, their on-the-spot status will be +30%.

Note: This effect can be triggered no more than five times per season.

Note: This effect will only take effect when the player is under your command.

Your player Mikel Arteta has received the additional attribute [Speaker] due to his outstanding performance.

【speecher】

Description: There are always some people who can deceive others into submission. For example, they can make players follow them wholeheartedly, and they can also make bosses willingly pay for them. This is a gift.

Effect: Those with this characteristic have +50% speaking ability, +20% ability to improve relationships with others, and +25% cohesion in the locker room.

Your current level is: Level 42.

You will return to the present day, please continue your journey.

(End of this chapter)