My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 229 The Origin of All Things ([-])

1879, London, England.

Chen Yao finally accepted this fact.

It’s not 2013 anymore, but 124 years ago, seven years before Arsenal was founded.

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing. It was still an Arsenal training jacket.

No wonder those passers-by said their clothes were strange.

What's even more strange is that there are obvious differences in appearance between myself and the British people around me in 1879, but they don't feel any disobedience to the appearance of an oriental face here.

"Ding!"

System prompt: You have successfully unlocked Chapter [-] of [Echoes of History] [Origin of All Things].

You will be transported back to England at the end of the 19th century, when football was in its ascendant.

The right to speak was in the hands of the British elite, but the fire of enthusiasm burned in the hearts of the people.

The aristocratic class tries to define football as an amateur activity for the social elite, the working class wants to gain respect and liberation from football, and the new professional players hope to promote professionalism to the British mainland...

At the first fork in the road that modern football faces, you will decide the direction of football together with the leading figures of this era.

You will touch the origin of everything in the modern football world.

Goal: You need to build a capable team in British football in the 19th century, win the competition with elite football clubs, win the ancient honor of British football in that era - the FA Cup, and promote the start of British football. The harbinger of professionalism.

If you can successfully complete the mission, you will receive generous rewards to strengthen your abilities and your team.

You can choose to quit the mission at any time. Please note that points will not be returned, and abandoning the previous mission will affect the start of subsequent chapters.

……

Chen Yao calmed down completely. Since he knew that this was part of the system's mission, no matter how unreasonable he was, it was reasonable.

After all, the system is a good thing and can create unlimited possibilities.

But now I am just a homeless man on the streets of London, not a capitalist with the capital to build a team.

Moreover, as a professional coach, his skills cannot be compared with those of professional athletes, and it is impossible for him to join a certain team to achieve his goals.

What's more, it's only 1879. If it were 1886, Chen Yao would have wanted to find the Woolwich Arsenal in Sundial Square, which was the predecessor of Arsenal, and start there to build his club.

Chen Yao pondered for a long time and suddenly remembered that the passerby seemed to have mentioned a few guys wearing strange clothes.

It didn't take much effort for him to find the three people because the Arsenal training clothes they were wearing were too conspicuous.

Mikel Arteta, Tomas Rosicky and Bakari Sagna.

The three players gathered around in confusion, looking at each other.

Why are they here? Why did the three of them enter the mission with him?

Chen Yao frowned and thought for a moment. It seemed that when [Echoes of History] was activated, the three of them were the three closest to him.

Is this a setting that the system didn't tell itself?

Chen Yao cursed secretly, without these three, he really didn't know how to complete the mission.

Fortunately, with these three players, the way to complete the task is readily apparent.

Chen Yao stepped forward, and Arteta, Rosicky and Sagna all raised their heads and looked at him.

"Coach." Arteta spoke first.

"Huh? Mikel, are you here too?"

"I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know what happened to the clothes I'm wearing." Arteta frowned and looked at his clothes. "I just showed up here and found you lying in the middle of the road. We Drag you back quickly."

"So do you know me? Do you know what club Arsenal is?"

"Of course we know you, you are the coach and you teach us how to play football." Arteta was surprised, "But I don't know about Arsenal."

"Then where am I as the coach?" Chen Yao was confused.

"You are not a coach somewhere, you just teach people to play football everywhere." Thomas Rosicky shrugged, "And several of us were originally farmers, but now we have all worked in factories, and playing football is our only hobby."

"Usually we just play randomly, but you taught us how to play football in a structured way, taught us basic techniques, and also told us that there is a place where we can make money by playing football, so we came to London with you," Sania said.

"And most of our money was spent on buying tickets." Arteta put his hands in his pockets. "We took a nap on the train, and when we woke up, we were here, and we turned into these weird clothes. ”

There was a little sweat on Chen Yao's forehead. It seemed that the system had thoughtfully set up a personality for himself, and also rewritten the memories of the players who followed him into the mission.

What's even more troublesome is that Arteta reminded him that he didn't have any money...

Who would carry a handful of pounds in their pocket during a training session? What's more, even if I had no foresight and pocketed a handful of pounds, would the pounds in the 21st century be used in the 19th century?

He wiped away the sweat. In addition to completing the task, filling his stomach was also crucial.

Chen Yao thought for a moment, then quickly turned around and grabbed the passerby who was chatting with him at the beginning.

"Dude, you just said Old Etonians and Darwen were going to rematch at the weekend?"

The passerby was startled, "Yeah, what's wrong, are you a fan of Old Etonians? Then you must be a respectable person..."

"No, no, no." Chen Yao shook his head, "I am...I don't know these two teams either. Anyway, please give me some direction. Where are they playing at this weekend? I want to go and see them."

Passers-by looked at Chen Yao with strange eyes, "The location is right there... I will tell you. Brother, although football is fun, you can't go crazy..."

……

weekend.

In urban London, on a flat piece of grass.

At this time, professional sports venues had not yet been established across the UK. An ordinary, flat and spacious grass field was enough to support a game.

There were two simple goals placed on both sides. There were no fences around the field, and there were no special spectator seats. The fans in attendance formed a large circle around the field, waiting for the game to start.

Chen Yao, Arteta, Rosicky, and Sagna were mixed in the crowd. They changed out of their professional Arsenal brand training shirts and put on clothes similar to those of the civilian class in this era.

"It makes me feel more comfortable. I really don't know where those fancy clothes came from," Arteta said.

I'm not used to it... thought Chen Yao.

There was a commotion among the crowd, and several caddies in formal attire walked into the court. Behind them, a group of well-dressed and distinguished adult men followed closely.

They separated the crowd of onlookers into a lane, and the ladies in the audience cheered meaningfully. Others faced this group of dignified comers with envy and respect.

"Who are they?" Chen Yao asked a gentleman standing next to him.

This gentleman was wearing a top hat, a long beard, a suit, and leaning on a cane. He said angrily: "Boys who graduated from Eton College. They are the Old Etonians."

"Oh... what about their opponents?"

"It's over there." The gentleman raised his cane and pointed to a corner of the stadium. A group of short workers in shabby clothes with dirty clothes gathered together to discuss the game. There were only a few fans around them, and no one cared about them.

"Is this the Darwen team?" Chen Yao looked at the old Etonians who exuded a pampered atmosphere, then looked at the disgraced Darwen team players, and sighed, "This is not a fair contest. "

"Thank you, sir, for giving my players justice. We should have beaten these young men last weekend, but they behaved roguely and refused to be pushed by us. After a tie, overtime will be played." The old gentleman said angrily.

"Your team? You are..."

"James Walsh, you can call me Mr. Walsh, I am a textile factory owner, and the players on the Darwen team are all workers in my factory."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Walsh. Your team sounded great last game."

"We were behind the Old Etonians but those two lads on my team, they found a way to beat them. We equalized and if it had been extra time we would have won."

"Those two young men? Are they also workers in your factory?"

"Ah, no, not exactly." A look of uneasiness flashed on Walsh's face, "They are... workers hired by me."

　My energy has been scattered a lot these days, the updates after September are not stable, and I haven’t talked about it at the end of the text for a long time.

　　This volume will try some experimental writing methods, at least it has not been written like this in the football novels I have read.

　　Of course, the traditional football writing will not be deleted, and the main line will not deviate.

　　In addition, the third volume will probably be the last volume of this book.

　　And there will be weather vane recommendations starting tomorrow - thanks to my editor Penglai, I didn’t expect that writing like this would get promoted. This book can be said to be the first book I have written seriously. I am extremely grateful that I have been able to get to this point. move.

　　So it can’t be a bad ending, and I will try my best to give it an interesting ending.

　　At the same time, the frequency of recent updates will be accelerated, and there may be sudden bursts of updates on certain days. I hope you will support it.

　　Originally, I was going to write an end-of-volume epilogue at the end of the second volume, but because there were too many updates in November, I didn’t have the nerve to chat with everyone about my current situation and my writing thoughts. Will make up for it later.

　　It has snowed in the Imperial Capital for the past two days, and 2023 is almost over.

　　Auspicious snow heralds a good year. I hope that in the new year, all readers and gun fans will have a better life. I hope that the country will prosper and the economy will recover. I also hope that our factory can win the championship and bring comfort to our lives.

　　COYG.

(End of this chapter)