Manchester United legend

Chapter 7
Ferguson, Busby, and Kidd were talking off the court. On the court, the game was still going on.

At this time, the Manchester United youth team Jost was in Group B. By constantly pressing and attacking the opponent, they won a corner kick. In Group B, only Neville Jr. was left near the top of the penalty area. Even the two central defenders rushed to the opponent's penalty area to score a goal.

There were too many people in the penalty area, and Jost was forced out of the penalty area. Although he was more than 1.8 meters tall, he did not expect to return to the penalty area to earn a header.He just stood outside the penalty area stupidly.

Beckham's corner kick came out, the ball was very fast, but it was grabbed by Bart in Group A and pushed out.

The ball flew to the left side of the field, and Robbie Savage of Group A got the ball.There was an open space in front of him, and the nearest little Neville was more than five meters away from him.

Savage stopped the ball beautifully and started to run with the ball. He was very fast. Neville Jr. who was closest to him started chasing Savage, and then another figure rushed out to chase Savage. The rest of the players didn't want to chase back. Maybe they thought it was impossible to chase Savage so far.

Little Neville chased Savage desperately, instead of closing the distance, it widened it a bit, and then a figure ran past him, and he saw that the man was wearing the No. 9 jersey of the same color as himself.

Jost didn't know Savage. He saw the people in Group A wearing the No. 10 jersey dribbling towards his own penalty area. Jost only thought of intercepting him.He chased out from a diagonal line near the top of the arc in the penalty area.

Jost was running at the speed of a cheetah. He seemed to be chasing food like a cheetah. He quickly passed Neville Jr., and he and Savage were getting closer and closer.

Ferguson: "God, this kid is really fast, that's what I like about him. His body can be ranked in the Manchester United first team."

Kidd: "What's the use of being fast? He played as a striker. Kidd said meanly, he is not a damn defensive player, he has never practiced defense at all."
Before he finished speaking, Jost had already caught up with Savage. Savage entered the penalty area. The goalkeeper didn't attack, but Jost caught up. Jost's mind was blank at this time, he just wanted to intercept the opponent.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Jost shoveled out with his head behind and his feet in front. He wanted to kick the ball to destroy the attack.
Jost missed the ball, and his body uncontrollably knocked Savage over.Savage flipped several laps on the ground as if hit by a car.Someone looked at it and cried out.

Beep, beep, the whistle sounded, and the guest referee's fitness coach Dale ran over. He showed a red card to Jost who had just stood up from the ground, and signaled the team doctor Frank to enter the field.

Jost stood on the field mechanically, his eyes were blank as if he had lost his soul.He didn't even notice that the referee showed him a red card.Little Neville ran over and patted Jost, indicating that it was time for him to play, and Savage was carried out of the field on a stretcher.

Jost took off his jersey mechanically and walked to the locker room.He doesn't care what people yell at him.He thought he might be kicked out by Manchester United.Although he has just signed a two-year contract, it is possible that Manchester United will not renew his contract. Kidd sighed disappointed at him, and he walked past Ferguson without paying attention.Without staying for a second, he lowered his head and walked towards the locker room.

Ferguson frowned, as if he was thinking about Jost's future, when Sir Busby stood up and said, "Are you going to give him up, Alex?" Ferguson did not answer with a gloomy face.

Busby laughed: "I found his right place on the court."

Kidd was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this foul would not change Sir Busby's impression of Jost.Instead, he found a new position for Jost.

Busby: "He has a speed comparable to a striker, a body stronger than a central defender, super endurance running back and forth, abundant physical fitness, and fierce tackles. Do you think he should play as a striker?"

Ferguson reacted and said: "That's right, Sir Busby, what you said is very correct. With all his advantages combined, if that was a beautiful steal just now, he should play as a midfielder. He has what it takes to be an excellent midfielder. It doesn't matter if he can't shoot. We don't need him to shoot. We only need to use him to protect the midfield and the penalty area.

Kidd: "But Alex, can Jost do it?

Ferguson: Old friend, give him a chance and give me a chance. I don't want to give up on him. Although the foul just now was stupid, you can't deny that it was a beautiful chasing tackle. "

The two looked at each other, and Kidd was defeated, "Okay, I'm giving him another chance. Then why not let him play central defender?"

Busby smiled: "That way you will be awarded a lot of penalties. It is a good decision to let him play the midfielder. Maybe ten years later you will be grateful for the original decision. I am tired. I want to go home. This is a wonderful game. Manchester United has many good children. Train them well and they will become the cornerstone of Manchester United.

Ferguson saw off Sir Busby and came to the locker room.Jost is taking a shower.Jost recalled the scenes that happened on the field in his mind, just like playing a movie.Maybe I shouldn't play football anymore, my performance over the past few months is not satisfactory.Thinking of how I came to the UK inexplicably, and I didn’t know the place of life, I suddenly felt lonely and always wanted to cry.

Ferguson: "What's the matter, young man, do you want to cry? How come you feel like a little girl lost her virginity. If you don't want to cry, maybe that will be better. But I will look down on you. Don't get a red card. It's like the end of the world. I've been sent off as a coach. It's nothing."

Jost wrapped a towel around his lower body without saying a word.

Ferguson continued to mock Jost: "How about it? How about having a party tonight to celebrate your first red card. This idea is awesome, I think you will be happy.

Jost: "Shut up coach, don't bother me anymore."

Ferguson became serious and began to say aggressively: "Do you think playing football is so simple? Before you were sent off with a red card today, your performance on the court made me sick. I don't even know how you play football. You can't see a future. Anyone in the youth team is better than you. Have you given up? Have you given up? Do you think this is your end? Answer me loudly."

Ferguson yelled at Jost loudly, like a hair dryer, spraying all the saliva on Jost's face.

Ferguson: "If you lose this game, you still have the next game. If you lose here, you can win it back next time. If you want to quit because of this difficulty, then I tell you, you will never win back what you lost, forever."

"Now answer me, do you still want to be the best player in England?"

"No, coach, I want to play, I want to be the best player in England, the coach told me what to do." Jost yelled.

Ferguson: "Very well, you have not been knocked down by difficulties, you still have the determination to win back, if you dare to back down, I will kick you out of my house. Never want to see you again. Now get dressed, find Kidd, listen to him, and train in the new position assigned to you. Listen to every coach, don't play your temper. Take your time, don't worry, and prove yourself in the game again. This way you will become the best player in England, I promise, you know I never promise anyone!
(End of this chapter)