It's another sunny and beautiful weather!

Peter walked out of the duty room of the Stapletwood training base, looked up at the blue sky, which was so blue that there was no trace of clouds, and suddenly felt refreshed and the sleepiness of staying up late was wiped out.

"Peter, morning!" A young man in a security uniform standing straight at the sentry post at the door of the duty room greeted Peter who was walking out of the duty room.

"Good morning, Thomas!" Peter responded with a smile, "What a beautiful day, what do you think?"

Security guard Thomas did not answer, but also looked up at the cloudless blue sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's really a very good weather, suitable for football!

Although he is only in his twenties, he is a veteran Saints fan for more than 20 years.

Of course, when it comes to seniority, it is compared with many new fans now. If it is compared with Uncle Peter who is standing next to him and stretched, he will be considered inferior.

He still clearly remembered that when he was a child, Uncle Peter was already the security guard at Steptwood.

Oh, no, there was no Steptwood at that time.

At that time, the Saints' training base was very simple, just circled around them and the players trained in it.

These children always appear around the training ground accompanied by adults, watching them train, and even a little naughty, they would sneak in and run in to make trouble.

Looking back, Southampton was like an amateur team rooted in the community at that time. The stars who made them know each other very well sometimes felt like their big brothers.

Oh, by the way, if you often go to Saint Harry's bar, you will often meet players who come to drink, and you need autographs and take photos. That would be normal.

At that time, everyone liked saints, just as they liked their family and friends.

Relatively speaking, the saints are a little strange nowadays.

The thick walls and tall street trees completely separate the training ground from the fans.

Although fans can also go to the training ground to watch the team's training, they have to go through security checks and go through some procedures. They are no longer as casual and as simple as before.

At least, the days when entering the training base are as convenient and simple as entering your own home are no longer there.

This is not a problem with a team in Southampton, but a problem with all teams in Europe.

Times have changed, and everything has changed.

Even the fans' feelings for the club have changed.

Saints are still saints that everyone in this city loves, but the feelings are different, and the ways of expressing feelings are also different.

Thomas is a relatively conservative old fan, and he is still missing the saints he used to be when he was a child.

So, he came to the Steptwood training base and he worked as a security guard.

Because of this, he could walk in Stapletwood every day, and it felt like he was wandering around his own home.

"Peter."

"Hmm?" Peter turned around and glanced at the young man standing straight.

"How long have you been here?" Thomas asked.

Peter frowned, as if he was thinking hard, but he smiled again, "I can't remember it, it's been a long time."

"I remember, when I was a kid, I heard my dad say that you were a very good player in the Saints' Youth Camp, and later he was also a very good engineer in London. Why did you come here to be a security guard? And, once you were a good player, you have been a good player for so long?"

This time, Thomas lowered his head and glanced at Peter who was sitting by the door.

Peter raised his head, his turbid eyes seemed to be emitting light. He seemed to recall his past and fell into memories.

It took more than a minute before he suddenly remembered that he had not answered the question yet.

"Don't believe it, when I was forced to leave the Saints because of my injury, I envied Stapletwood's security guard because he could see the stars every day, watch them train every day, and walk freely in Stapletwood. So, at that time, I had a dream that I would be a Stapletwood security guard."

When Thomas heard this, he wanted to laugh, just for this?

Oh my God, who did not have a dream when he was a child?

Pilot, astronaut, scientist...

But aren’t these all topics of conversation that will be ridiculed when you grow up in the future?

Who still remembers the dream he made in the first place? Who is willing to be so bored to realize his childhood dream?

"You know, I made a lot of money in London, but I wasn't happy at all. I didn't really like my job. It was more like a tool for me to make a living by making money, not out of love."

When Peter said this, the expression on his face was very complicated.

This is often the case for people in the world. How many people can make a living by love?

How many people even have their original intentions changed at first because of love, but in the end?

After being silent for more than a minute, Peter breathed and continued: "Later, one time, I had a fight with my boss because the team he supported lost to Southampton in the league. He started scolding and I fought with him!"

Thomas almost laughed out loud.

This Peter looks gentle and gentle, not the kind of powerful man with Kong Wu, who is still fighting with others?

But really don’t be beaten too badly?

Peter seemed to notice Thomas's eyes, raised his head and smiled slightly, "What? Are you worried that I will be beaten?"

Thomas didn't say that, but his expression had already revealed his thoughts.

"I tell you, Thomas, that guy was beaten like a pig's head by me. Although I was also killed, he was even worse than me. That time would probably be his lifelong nightmare!"

Thomas was speechless.

It is definitely wrong to hit someone, but for some reason, he cannot blame Peter.

"Later, I decided to leave London, my wife and my children supported my decision, we returned to Southampton, and Harry happened to tell me that the team was hiring a security guard, you know, I felt like, my god, my chance to achieve my childhood dream!"

"I kept thinking that I came back just to be a security guard!"

Thomas's mouth twitched, what a small but admirable decision.

An engineer who was doing well in London suddenly ran to Southampton to be a security guard. He really didn't know what to say, but no matter what, he admired Peter's choice and courage.

"I know, in the past few years, many old stubborn people believe that the team has deteriorated, and that the team has completely lost the tradition of the past Saints. It has become a giant, but it has widened the distance between it and the fans."

Thomas nodded, and he had heard such sounds often.

"Those are all shameless guys. They seem to have forgotten that when the team was in a financial crisis, Matthew Leticier tried every means to raise funds, but did they donate?"

Thomas also vaguely knew that this matter was not far away, and it was about less than ten years.

"No! They didn't!"

Peter's tone was very light, but he tried very hard.

"They are like a group of selfish vampires who only know how to ask for but not pay. On the one hand, they ask the team to pay attention to inheritance and maintain tradition, but this requires high costs, and they are unwilling to pay the price for it."

"If they were willing to support Matthew Leticier back then, the saints would not have been acquired, and they would still be our saints. They personally gave the saints to investors. Now, what qualifications do they have to ask others to respect their opinions and pay attention to their traditions?"

"How much money did Mr. Huan spend on the saints? How much effort and emotion has he invested? He is just reaping the fruits he deserves. What qualifications do those shameless people have to criticize them?"

"Those guys are like a group of ticket buyers mingling in the red light district. After having fun, they sat by the bed and said to her earnestly, "Girl, you are so young and beautiful, it's a pity to be in this industry. Why not be a good person!"

Thomas was so happy that he heard it. Isn’t this a bit vivid?

"I don't think about anything now, no one says I don't listen. I only believe what my eyes see. That is, in the past few years, professional football has undergone earth-shaking changes. Our Saints have not only adapted to this change, but have also jumped from a third-level team on the verge of bankruptcy to one of the top European giants."

"For me, this is the most amazing achievement, and I am proud of it!"

Thomas nodded heavily.

He had also been confused, but now after listening to Peter's words, many of his thoughts were unwilling to let go.

It is not enough to completely subvert my past views, but it expands my thinking.

"By the way, Peter, what are you talking about, Master Huan? Is it like what the newspaper said, a bunch of followers went out and threw money when they entered the door, which attracted a group of people to snatch?"

Peter's eyes widened when he heard this. Neme, everyone believed this?

"These are all fake news that creates sales volumes by those unscrupulous tabloids. At least I have never seen Young Master Huan spend money." After a pause, a hint of cunning appeared in Peter's old eyes.

"Of course, if he throws money, I will definitely be the first to rush up and grab it. Nimei, who can't get along with the money?"

Thomas's three views were completely subverted.

What is the situation with Uncle Peter?

"What is Mr. Huan like?" Thomas asked again.

He had just come to work, and he had seen Master Huan in the newspaper and had seen him several times in the stadium, but he didn't meet him face to face, so he didn't know what kind of person he was.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a few figures running over from outside the gate, and they could hear their conversation from afar.

"Young master, it's almost five kilometers. Come on, you can, hold on!" The person who spoke was a delicate beauty.

"No, it's only five kilometers. I remember that when I was in the army's special training, I carried dozens of kilograms and ran dozens or hundreds of kilometers. I was not blushing or breathing. I was not like you, young master, you are too weak!"

"I am weak Nimei, why don't you try running a hundred kilometers with me? Don't stand aside and talk without any pain!"

"Young master, I feel wronged. You said that you have gained weight recently and want to lose weight, so I have developed a special training for you!"

"I'll train Nime in a special training."

"Oh, I'll ask them to pick up my sister!"
To be continued...