Yes, Don came here to find the "demons" in his mind, and so did those people. They are all scouts for major clubs. Southampton Football Club's youth training is well-known in England and even in Europe. There are often scouts in disguise here - why disguise? Because Southampton FC is not happy to let those hateful scouts take away their hard-working young talents without spending a penny.

Scouts who are well-known in circles don't show up here because they're too easy to recognize.

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

He had been standing here for almost an afternoon, starting at noon. But to be honest, he was disappointed.

He didn't see the Te'o who would make a name for himself in the future. Theo'Walcott, Donn was sure he didn't miss someone, because that Walcott's speed was so outstanding that if he was on the field, there was no reason why he couldn't find it. There's only one explanation now – Walcott wasn't here.

This is Southampton's academy base, and if Walcoat isn't here, isn't he in Southampton? Isn't that right? He was sure that Walcourt should have been in Southampton's youth team at this time, and he was still unknown.

Don't...... A very bad thought suddenly flashed through Donn's mind. He shared this matter with Lee. Bowyer was linked to teammate Defoe in a fight on the field.

Could it be that the future as he knew it had changed? Instead of Southampton, Theo Walcott went to other teams, such as the deep-pocketed Chelsea...... Or maybe he didn't play football at all, and was an ordinary British kid who went to and from school every day.

"What the fuck is this...... Through! Don bowed his head and cursed in a low voice. The most frustrating thing is not the crossing itself, but the crossing only to find that all the things you knew in advance are useless.

Donn's swear words caught the attention of a Humpty Dumpty man beside him, who turned his head to look at Don and suddenly asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

Don let this sentence be stunned. What do you mean by "what are you talking about"? I'm talking to myself, can't I'm getting in the way of you?

"I hear you say 'crossing', what does 'crossing' mean?" This person seems to be self-acquainted.,Belongs to the kind of person who can immediately go straight to the passionate conversation with anyone.。

"Uh, nothing. I said to myself. Don obviously didn't want this person to disturb his work, so he just said it to death, leaving no room for the other party to continue with the topic.

But Don clearly underestimated the man's ability to be self-cooked. The short and fat middle-aged man nodded and quickly changed the subject: "What do you think of my son?" ”

"What......" Donne's brain suddenly froze, and the hard drive light flashed wildly for a long time without understanding any connection between the two sentences "What are you talking about" and "What do you think of my son", and the topic jumped as if from Earth to Mars.

Seeing that Don didn't speak, the other party took the initiative to answer: "Are you a scout?" Arsenal? Manchester United? Chelsea? Liverpool? Still is...... Tottenham? Well, let me think, maybe Real Madrid? Barcelona? Ac milan? Bayern Munich? Inter? ”

This guy reported the names of almost all the famous football clubs in the world in one go, and Donn himself was a little dizzy to hear it. He waved his hand for the other to stop.

"Sorry, I'm not a scout, and I don't work for any of these teams."

Humpty Dumpty was disappointed to hear Don say this, and his interest in speaking seemed to have diminished. Just as Don 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?" ”

Don, who had been running for nothing today, really wanted to roar at this chattering man: "I don't know your damn son!" But in the end, he suppressed the anger in his heart and asked through gritted teeth, "Who is your son?" ”

The man didn't hear the anger in Don's tone, he stretched out his fat hand and pointed at the court: "Right there!" ”

Don looked at the man's hand, and he saw a group of small children running around the court...... "Sir......" Don couldn't help it, and a low roar had begun to echo in his throat, "I'm asking who your kid is, not where he is......" Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the whistle in the field and the cheers around him.

"Ahh It's over! I'm sorry, I have to pick up my son. The brainy man threw down Donn and squeezed out of the crowd.

Want to know how Don feels at this moment? If he has the ability, he must blow up the earth. Anger burned in his heart, and if someone came looking for him at this time, he would beat them half to death. If the guy looking for the ballast happens to be a chattering Humpty Dumpty...... The Humpty Dumpty man turned back again, followed by a child who was almost as tall as him. The familiar man didn't notice Donn's gloomy face like an English winter, and pulled the child and introduced, "This is my son!" What do you think? He's great, isn't it? ”

The man's loud voice caught the attention of several people nearby, who turned their heads to look and walked away again. Fathers and sons sell themselves to scouts who come out of nowhere, and they see a lot of such plays.

No one took a fancy to this ordinary child. But when Don saw the child's face clearly, his anger disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Just played a game, the child's Southampton jersey was soaked with sweat [***], and it was just right to see how he was in shape. Don En visually measured the child's height, which was about 1.5 meters, which was a bit thin from the player's point of view. But the point is not here, in that child's face.

The little child pursed his lips and looked at Don curiously, which accentuated his facial features. When Don saw him for the first time, he felt that the child was very distinctive, and the mouth was prominent, which could be described in one word - sharp-beaked monkey gills. It looks like a monkey.

This appearance made him suddenly think of a person. So he tentatively asked the father of the child next to him, "Sir, what is your son's name?" ”

"Gareth! Gareth. Bel! Speaking of his son's name, Humpty Dumpty, who was a father, looked proud.

Really...... Don thought to himself, but he still had to make sure.

"Is it G-A-R-E-T-H, GARETH, B-A-L-E, BALE?" He asked expectantly.

The Humpty Dumpty man nodded. "Yes! Gareth. Bel! My son, genius! ”

Tang En also nodded vigorously: "That's right! ”

The number one left-back demon in FM2007, the youngest player and goalscorer of the future Wales national team, and the eighteen-year-old player who made Tottenham Hotspur and Manchester United jealous, isn't he a genius? He wanted to come to Southampton to find thirteen-year-old Walcott, but he didn't expect to run into his future roommate!

It's really the east corner of the lost mulberry harvest. It doesn't matter if Walcoat can't find it, anyway, it is destined to be the person Wenger and Arsenal fancies, and there are many excellent offensive players in the future, but this kid in front of him is a real treasure in a few years! Even teams like Real Madrid are frantically looking for a good left-back for Carlos, who is about to leave – and the world is short of left-backs at a time.

Bell's father saw that Don agreed with him, 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 great future! ”

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

Don felt strange about this, and his curiosity came up, and he was going to ask, "I'm sorry, can I ask what happened?" ”

Seeing that someone was willing to listen to him pour bitter water, the fat man's mouth couldn't close. Eventually, under his chatter and unfocused narration, Don finally figured out the ins and outs of what had happened.

This man is indeed the Gareth that Donn knows. Bale, a Welsh child born in Cardiff.

Despite Gareth. Bale was called a "football genius" when he played at his school, but the professional coaches of the youth team have obviously seen too many "geniuses", and compared to Walcott's genius who has already crossed the bracket to play, Bale is just an ordinary person. Bale's father struggled for a long time before Southampton's youth team agreed to his son's six-week trial here. Today was his second time coming, just in time for a training match, and he went up and played the last half and didn't show anything exciting, and the little guy was very frustrated.

But when Donn heard the story, he was so happy that he wanted to laugh out loud. He only knew what Bell would achieve in the future before he crossed over, but he didn't think that this story would be more exciting behind the unknown. He really wants to thank the coaches of Southampton's youth team for giving him this great opportunity.

If I can't catch Donn, then 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 was indeed in the club, but he was not training in this team, he had been mentioned to the youth team under the age of seventeen, and he was not here for two days a week, but was placed at the King Edward School in Astrotov, where he was educated in culture and practiced at the same time. No wonder Don stood here all afternoon and couldn't find him. But now Donn is not uncommon, and Walcott is a little tiger.

He lowered his head and took out the sticky note book he had brought with him from inside his clothes, tore off a piece of paper, and wrote on it his name, phone number, and the address and contact number of the Forest Youth Team training base. Just as he had handed it to Wood, he slipped the note into Bell's hand.

The fat man looked at Don with some strange eyes, and the child looked down curiously at the words on the note.

Donn smiled at Bale's father: "Southampton doesn't believe in your son's strength, I do." If you can, I hope you will bring Bale to Nottingham Forest's youth team tomorrow afternoon, and I think the Forest team will be happy to give your son an apprenticeship contract, no trial, and a direct signing. ”

"Nottingham Forest?!" The man screamed, "You still say you're not a scout!" ”

Donn smiled, "I didn't lie to you, sir. I'm certainly not a scout, I'm the head of the Forest's youth department. Nice to meet you guys, my name is Tony. Dawn. ”

He held out his hand to the stunned father and son.

(To be continued)