Godfather Of Champions

Yes, Dunn came here to find the "monster" in his mind, and so did those people. They are all scouts of major clubs. The youth training level of Southampton Football Club is well-known throughout England and even Europe. There are often all kinds of scouts in disguise—why do you want to disguise? Because the Southampton club is not happy that the young talents that they have worked so hard to train can let those nasty scouts take away without spending a penny.

Scouts who are famous in the circle will not appear here because they are too easy to be recognized.

Dunn didn't have this worry, he didn't have much reputation in this circle, not to mention that he was still wearing sunglasses.

Since noon, he has been standing here for nearly an afternoon. But honestly he was disappointed.

He did not see Theo Walcott (Theo`Walcott) who will become famous in the future. Dunn was sure that he did not miss anyone, because the speed of that Walcott was too prominent. If he were on this set On the ground, there is no reason to find it. There is only one explanation now-Walcott is not here.

This is the youth training base in Southampton. If Walcott is not here, is he not in Southampton? Wrong? He was sure that Walcott should be in the youth team in Southampton at this time, and he was still unknown.

Is it...

A very bad idea suddenly flashed in Dunn's mind. He linked this incident with Lee Bowyer's fight with teammate Defoe on the court.

Has the future as he knew it changed? Walcott was not in Southampton, but went to some other team, such as Chelsea with rich money...or he did not play football at all. He is an ordinary English kid who goes to school and goes to school every day.

"This fucking...crossing!" Dunn lowered his head and cursed softly. The most depressing thing is not crossing itself, but crossing over and discovering that all the things I knew in advance are useless.

Dun En's **** caught the attention of a short fat man next to him. He turned to look at Dun En, and suddenly asked, "What are you talking about?"

Dunn stunned this sentence. What is "what are you talking about"? I can't talk to myself and hinder you?

"I heard you say ‘crossing’, what does ‘crossing’ mean?" This person seems to be a familiar one, and he belongs to the kind of person who can go straight to a passionate chat with anyone.

"Uh, nothing. I'm talking to myself." Dunn obviously didn't want to be disturbed by this person at work, so he just said the words to death, leaving no room for the other party to continue along the topic.

But Dunn obviously underestimated the man's ability to be familiar with himself. The chunky middle-aged man nodded and quickly changed the subject: "What do you think of my son?"

"Huh..." Dunn's brain suddenly crashed, and the hard drive light flashed wildly for a long time and he didn't understand any connection between the two sentences "what are you talking about" and "what do you think of my son?" As if from Earth to Mars.

Seeing Dunn did not speak, the other party took the initiative to answer: "Are you a scout? Arsenal? Manchester United? Chelsea? Liverpool? Or... Tottenham Hotspur? Well, let me think about it, maybe Real Madrid? Barcelona? ? AC Milan? Bayern Munich? Inter Milan?"

This guy reported the names of almost all the famous football clubs in the world, and Dunn himself was a little dizzy. He waved his hand to stop the opponent.

"Sorry, I am not a scout, nor do I work for any of the above teams."

Hearing Dunn's words, Dumpty Dumpty was disappointed, and his interest in speaking seemed to diminish. Just when Dunn was about to breathe a sigh of relief and naturally change places to watch the game, the fat man brought the topic back to before: "What do you think of my son?"

Today, Tang En, who ran for nothing, really wanted to roar at this chattering man: "I don't know your **** son!" But he finally suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is your son?"

The man did not hear the anger in Dun En's tone. He stretched out his fat hand and pointed to the court: "It's right there!"

Dunn followed the man's hand and looked at him. He saw a group of children groaning on the court...

"Sir..." Dunn couldn't help it, and the low roar had already started to echo in his throat, "I was asking who your child is, not where he is..." He was caught before he finished speaking. The whistle inside and the surrounding cheers interrupted.

"Ah! The game is over! I'm so sorry, I have to pick up my son." This funny man threw down Dunn and squeezed out of the crowd.

Want to know Dun En's mood at this moment? If he is capable, he must blow up the earth. Anger is burning in his heart, if someone comes to find the ballast at this time, he will beat him to death. If the person who finds the ballast happens to be a chattering dumpy...

The short fat man abducted and came back, with a child who was almost as tall as him. This self-acquainted man didn't notice that Dunn's haze was like the face of British winter, and he took the child and introduced: "This is my son! How is he? He is great!"

The man's loud voice attracted the attention of several people nearby, who turned to look and walked away. The father took his son to self-promotion to scouts who didn't know where they came from, and they watched too many such scenes.

No one likes this ordinary kid. But when Dunn saw the child's face clearly, his anger disappeared without a trace.

Just played a game, the Southampton jersey on the child's body was soaked with sweat, just stick to the body to see how his body is. Dunn visually checked the child's height, which was about 1.5 meters. From the player's point of view, this body was a bit thin. But the point is not here, in the kid's face.

The child pursed his mouth and looked at Dun En curiously, which highlighted his facial features. When Dun En saw him for the first time, he felt that the child had a very distinctive appearance, with his mouth protruding as a whole, which was described in one word-the sharp-mouthed monkey gill. It looks like a monkey.

This look reminded him of someone suddenly. So he tentatively asked the father of the next child: "Sir, what is your son's name?"

"Gareth! Gareth Bale!" The pudgy man who was the father looked proud when he spoke of his son's name.

Sure enough... Dunn thought to himself, but he still had to confirm.

"Is it G-A-R-E-T-H, Gareth, B-A-L-E, Bale?" he asked expectantly.

The humpty man nodded. "Yes! Gareth Bale! My son, genius!"

Dunn also nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

In FM2007, the number one demon of the left back, the youngest player and goal scorer of the Welsh national team in the future, the 18-year-old player who makes Tottenham Hotspur and Manchester United jealous, is not a genius? He wanted to come to Southampton to find the thirteen-year-old Walcott, but he did not expect to meet his later roommate!

It is the east corner of the lost mulberry. It doesn't matter if Walcott can't find it. Anyway, it is destined to be someone Wenger and Arsenal are fond of, and there are many outstanding offensive players in the future, but this little kid is a real treasure in a few years! Even teams like Real Madrid were frantically looking for a good left back for Carlos, who was about to leave. At that time, the world was short of left backs.

Bell's father saw that Dunn agreed with his opinion and was very happy to say to Bell beside him: "Look, son! This gentleman also agrees that you are a genius, don't worry, you will have a bright future!"

The child hummed in a low mood, as if lacking self-confidence.

Dun En felt very strange about this. He became curious and planned to ask what happened: "Sorry, can I ask what happened?"

Seeing someone willing to listen to him, the fat man's mouth couldn't close. In the end, after he talked endlessly and didn't have much focus, Dunn finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

This person is indeed the Gareth Bale who Dunn knew, a Welsh child born in Cardiff.

Although Gareth Bale was called a "soccer genius" when he played in his school, the professional coaches of the youth team have obviously seen too many "geniuses", and Walcott, who has already skipped the game. Compared with genius, Bell is just an ordinary person. Bell's father spent a long time soaking up and down, before the Southampton youth team allowed his son to try out here for six weeks. Today was his second visit, just in time for a training match. He went up to play in the final half, but did not show anything exciting. The little guy was very frustrated.

But after Dunn heard this story, he was very happy and wanted to laugh out loud. Before crossing, he only knew what Bell would accomplish in the future, but he never thought that the story would be more exciting behind the unknown. He really wants to thank the coaches of the Southampton youth team for giving him this great opportunity.

If I can’t catch Dunn, I don’t have to go back to Nottingham today. I can jump into the English Channel and drown now!

The fat man told him that Walcott is indeed in the club, but he is not training in this team. He has been mentioned to the youth team under the age of seventeen. Training time two days a week, he is not here yet. , But was placed in the King Edward School in Astro Topher, while receiving cultural education, while practicing. It's no wonder that Dunn didn't find him after standing here for an afternoon. But now Dunn is not uncommon for little tiger Walcott.

He lowered his head and took out the memo pad he carried with him, tore off a piece of paper, and wrote his name, phone number, address and contact number of the forest youth team training base on it. Just as it was handed to Wood, the note was put into Bell's hand.

The fat man looked at Dun En a little strangely, while the little boy looked down at the words on the note curiously.

Dunn smiled at Bell's father: "Southampton doesn't believe in your son's strength, I believe. If you can, I hope you will bring Bell to the Nottingham Forest Youth Team tomorrow afternoon. I think the Forest Team will be happy to give your son a copy. Apprenticeship contract, no trial training, direct signing."

"Nottingham Forest?!" the man cried, "you said you are not a scout!"

Dunn smiled and said: "I didn't lie to you, sir. Of course I am not a scout, I am the director of the forest team's youth department. I am glad to meet you, my name is Tony Dunn."

He reached out to the dumbfounded father and son.

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