Capítulo 8: Chapter 8: I am willing
Vardy was surprised for a while!
Scout?
As he was about to leave the Stocksbridge team, there was a scout in front of him.
Isn't this sending him pillows as he was about to sleep?
However, he was also in doubt as to what kind of team would send a scout to such a low-level amateur club warm-up game.
Let alone the Premier League Club scouts. I am afraid that low-level professional clubs will not be interested in this kind of game!
System task requires that he must join an affluent youth training camp; otherwise, it will abandon him.
Thinking of this, Vardy asked with not much hope: "Which club are you from, Mr. Langley?"
Langley thought Vardy's question was very funny; is this young man so confident?
But he also understands the meaning of Vardy's question.
If the club he represents does not enter Vardy's eyes, then this guy may not even chat with himself.
This is very good.
Confident people are always attractive.
Especially for professional football, people who always doubt themselves may have difficulty performing.
A strong heart is sometimes more important than superb skills.
If you like a person, then their shortcomings will also become good for you!
Langley is exactly of this mentality!
But in fact, Vardy thought this talk was just too troublesome and a waste of time!
"I'm from Manchester United!" Langley said lightly, while maintaining a smiling expression.
Langley is also very confident, not only because of his professional vision but also because of the platform he has.
Manchester United has a fatal attraction for any kid who likes football.
If you ignore the team that the person might love, then Manchester United is undoubtedly the best choice.
This is where Langley's self-confidence lies.
Hearing Langley's words, Vardy's eyes lit up, as he never thought that this somewhat sloppy middle-aged uncle would actually be a Manchester United scout.
Don't scouts always look elegant in suits and leather shoes and represent the club's image?
Will this guy be a liar?
Trying to deceive himself and sell to a human organ sales gang?
As he thought of this, he looked at the middle-aged man with suspicion for a while.
On the opposite side, Langley was also hurt by the way he looked at him.
Is he so unreliable?
"I'm really a Manchester United scout, responsible for finding talent for the Manchester United youth training camp. You can find my information online. Of course, you can also call the Manchester United Club directly to confirm!" Langley rolled his eyes and sighed.
Vardy nodded suspiciously, but before he could speak, David appeared next to him.
"God, Jamie, you are actually valued by Manchester United scouts. Doesn't that mean you are going to be a big star?" The surprised tone makes people feel as if he is Vardy, who was scouted by MU.
The intolerable Vardy gave David a look, "If you don't talk, no one will think that you are an idiot!"
Then turned his head again and asked Langley: "So Mr. Langley, do you want to take me to Manchester United Youth Camp?"
"Yes, your talent touched me, and this is also my job. I want to see you use your speed and talent in the stand of Manchester United.
If you become a superstar in the future!" Langley's face was full of smiles.
Vardy pouted, there is no if, I will certainly become a superstar.
However, since someone can take himself to join Manchester United's youth training camp, without having to run around, why wouldn't he be satisfied.
After thinking of everything, he solemnly nodded to Langley: "I am willing to join the Manchester United Youth Training Camp, Mr. Langley!"
However, Vardy still underestimated Langley's position; he thought that Langley was an ordinary scout, maybe even a part-time one. But in fact, Langley was the Director of The Manchester United youth training camp. He can decide many things!
David also smiled on the side, as his friend Vardy was discovered by Manchester United scouts. He was also very happy, but it would be better if he could go too!
"Mr. Langley, I'm Jamie's best friend. I'm also very good. Can I join the Manchester United youth training camp with Jamie?" David tentatively asked.
Langley rolled his eyes. What's with this reason?
However, he also didn't to destroy the enthusiasm of young people, so he answered with a smile: "I have not seen your performance in this game, so there is no way to recommend you to enter the Manchester United youth training camp, but if you are really interested, You can try it yourself, if you have the strength, then I believe you will be able to stay!"
This time it was David's turn to roll his eyes.
Even a team in the eighth league like the Stocksbridge Team has no place for him, let alone being able to stay at Manchester United.
"So, Jamie, you can rest for a few days and wait for me to end the vacation, I will take you back to Manchester!" Leaving his phone number, Langley went away. Vardy doesn't know why, but his sloppy back gave him a reliable feeling.
On the way home, Vardy felt 10,000 flies buzz around his head, as David's well-developed mouth muscles were obviously fully utilized.
"Quick, you'll sign me a few more names later, and I wait for you to become famous as a big star, these signatures will become valuable!"
"That's Manchester United, Fanny, Keane, Ferdinand...Oh God, you actually got to be a teammate with them!"
"Remember to give me the signatures of all Manchester United first-team players. I must keep them as my heirloom!"
"If you really become a big star, can the two of us maintain such a good friendship?"
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"If you close your mouth now, we are still good friends!" Finally, Vardy couldn't bear it and gave David a violent thrill.
David pretended to be wronged and complained: "You're not yet famous, and you're leaving me, I'm so sad!"
Vardy has a helpless expression on his face; this partner shouldn't play football; maybe being a narrator is more suitable for him.
In fact, at the end of the game, the teammates invited Vardy to go to the bar for a party; after all, today they tied their powerful opponents, which is a celebration worth celebrating!
Although Vardy wanted to feel the legendary nightclub culture in England, looking at the electronic tracker on his feet, Vardy suddenly lost all of his interest.
This tracker was what he was put on the feet by the police because of a conflict when he was still in the Stocksbridge team youth training camp a few months ago.
The police barred Vardy from going out after 6 pm.
At first, he didn't care about this little thing on his feet, but when he removed his socks, he felt that his entire body was bad!
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