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Chapter 238 Manchester City's Godfather - Forlán
Stratford Stadium, Trafford Borough, Manchestershire.

This is the home ground of the famous Premier League giants, Manchester City.

As the only elite football club in the Manchester metropolitan area, their influence extends throughout the boroughs of Manchester, Salford, Trafford, and others.

Manchester City League was formed in 1901 by the merger of several clubs, including Manchester, Salford, Trafford, Tammside, and Stockport, hence the name Manchester City League.

Standing at Stratford Stadium, Wei Lai looked around and saw too many familiar elements.

For example, the red-based stands spread like a sea of ​​fire throughout the stadium.

The team emblem hangs high on the east dome.

The same trident symbol, differing only in subtle details.

In a daze, Wei Lai felt as if the Manchester United team from the simulated classroom had appeared in reality.

"what's wrong?"

Felix walked over, patted Wei Lai on the shoulder, and asked.

Wei Lai snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and said, "I just feel a little excited."

Felix asked in surprise, "Isn't Madrid the most attractive place for players your age?"

After saying that, he looked around, a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Manchester City's glory in the early 2000s is a legend that no other team can replicate, not just in terms of results, but also in terms of influence. For your generation, the allure of Madrid was irresistible, but for our generation of players, the Theatre of Dreams was a stadium we dreamed of stepping into, and wearing the red jersey to play for Manchester City was simply a dream come true."

Wei Lai turned his head: "Aren't you a Merseyside Liverpool legend? You like Manchester City too?"

Felix shrugged; "Just because I play for Liverpool in Merseyside doesn't mean I didn't dream of playing in the Dream Arena when I was a kid!"

"It's a pity that the once-renowned Manchester City United has fallen to this state!"

Fighting for a top-four finish in the league, giving their all in the Europa League, unable to play in the Champions League, extremely inconsistent form, and plagued by troublemakers and toxic elements within the team.

This once prestigious club is now almost reduced to a social media sensation.

It's all just publicity and hype.

The famous English tabloid, The Sun, seems to have nothing but a penchant for reporting on Manchester City, with its constant stream of scoops.

Locker room conflicts, internal discord, fights among key players, players teaming up to kill the head coach, and all sorts of bizarre incidents are constantly being reported.

They're practically becoming the source material for The Sun.

No matter how bizarre The Sun's writing is, it's not as abstract as the antics Manchester City has pulled.

hum!
Noise came from the speakers in the dome, and soon a melody slowly entered the ears.

I was born for the League.

My father told me this when I was a baby.

At the age of five, he was already walking on Huawei Avenue.

[Now it's the only place I'm obsessed with.]

It was originally a cheerful song, but it turned into an extremely sad one.

This is a Manchester City team song adapted from the famous song "Take Me Home," called "The Road to the League."

Take me home~~

【The Road to Alliance~~】

[Going to my own place~~]

[Let's go to Stratford! Let's go see Manchester City!]

Take me home~~

【The Road to Alliance~~】

In the evening, after Musar finished showering, he came out and saw Wei Lai lying on the bed, watching Manchester City match videos on his laptop.

"Why don't you buy a tablet? It's convenient and easy to use!" Musar said, wiping his hair.

Wei Lai didn't even turn his head: "No need, this will do!"

Musar shrugged, walked to the bed and sat down. He looked at Wei Lai and said, "Worried about tomorrow's game? The Premier League is indeed the most difficult league to play in. The competition is the most intense. Many established midfielders find it difficult to adapt to the Premier League."

Wei Lai suddenly looked up and said seriously, "Actually, I'm best at playing at the pace of the English Premier League."

"what?"

Musar was stunned.

Wei Lai offered no explanation.

That's the truth. In fact, the first professional league he ever played in was the English Premier League.

For others, the pace and physicality of the Premier League are simply too much to handle.

But for Wei Lai, this can be considered as entering his comfort zone to some extent.

However, adapting is one thing, but whether you can win is another.

You can say that Manchester City's players are a cancer or troublemakers, but you can't say they're bad.

Judging from the video, these guys are all very capable.

However, when a bunch of excrement is put together, it becomes a latrine.

38 Warwick Avenue, Manchester City League Training Ground.

Beside a straight avenue, a vast training base stands.

There is a string of English words printed on the side of the entrance.

Manchester City United

This is the heart of Manchester City, and a sacred place for Manchester City fans to worship.

At the entrance, a red cloth covered an object about two people tall.

Two men in suits are posing for a photo in front of this item.

The man on the left has a typical British slicked-back hairstyle and is wearing a navy blue suit; he looks to be around 50 years old.

His name is Omo Bella, the general manager of Manchester City Football Club.

On the right is the old man, with a full head of white hair and a thin figure.

But any fan familiar with Manchester City will recognize him as Forlán, the world-class manager who single-handedly built Manchester City's status as a powerhouse.

Swish!
Bella pulled back the red cover, and Fran's statue came into view.

At the heart of Manchester City, right at the entrance.

This is to make everyone understand the significance and status of this old man to Manchester City.

"So young!"

Fran turned to look at the statue, which should be of himself at 40 years old, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

That fiery coaching career.

His voice was a little hoarse, a side effect of his throat tumor surgery; he could no longer roar like before.

"Boss, let's go in!"

Bella turned slightly to the side as a sign of respect.

Fran glanced at Bella and laughed, "You're already the general manager, you don't need to call me boss."

Bella smiled, but did not respond.

Clearly, he still insists on doing it this way.

The two walked into the office building together, where an elderly woman was at the front desk.

Her name is Kelly, and she is a long-time employee of Manchester City, even more senior than Forlán. She has worked for Manchester City for 50 years.

"Oh my god! Who did I just see?"

Kelly looked at Fran with surprise and immediately went over to him, and the two embraced warmly.

"It's so good to see you healthy!"

Fran smiled and said, "I regained my voice on the tenth day, although I can't shout like before."

Kelly joked, "Yeah, I did think you used to be a bit too talkative!"

The audience burst into laughter.

This older woman is probably the only person in the entire Manchester City team who would dare to joke about Forlan.

About half an hour later, Bella invited Fran to her office.

“Tell me about it!” Fran sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples. “I don’t think you called me here just because of a ribbon-cutting ceremony.”

Bella poured two cups of coffee, handed one to Fran, and sat down opposite him.

Bella said with a serious expression, "Boss, we need you!"

Fran waved his hand and said, "I'm retired. Do you think I, at 70, still have the energy to do these things? I just had major surgery."

Bella pursed her lips; "We've met with your doctor and consulted him."

After a pause, Bella smiled wryly and said, "We really have no other way. No one but you can make Manchester City great again."

Since Forlán's retirement, Manchester City United has been on a downward spiral, and in one season, they almost fell into relegation trouble.

This is unacceptable to them.

They tried many things to make Manchester City great again.

They invited renowned coaches and bought star players, but none of this solved the problem.

Bella knew that Manchester City had lost its spirit, its soul!

And the old man in front of us is the soul of Manchester City!
He is the godfather of Manchester City!

Fran shook his head and said, "My family won't agree. They won't let me take this risk, and I don't have the energy anymore. I can't work like I used to."

Bella quickly replied, "So, we've already contacted your former coaching staff. If you return, they'd like to work with you again, or rather, they can't wait."

Fran laughed and said, "They really have a lot of energy."

Bella: "Yes, they just need your call. During your time at Manchester City, you pulled us from a second-tier team to where we are today. Even in the face of turmoil and difficulties, you never gave up. Your three successful rebuilds led Manchester City to the top of Europe three times. Now! Why can't there be a fourth time?"

Fran fell silent.

Bella pressed on, saying:
“I think you must have heard the fans’ calls. They believe that only your return can revive Manchester City. If you return, I am willing to return to the position of first-team manager. I will give the general manager position back to you. At the same time, the club has provided enough funds. As long as you give the order, we can start rebuilding immediately!”

Fran sighed, "This is not an easy task."

Bella was getting anxious; he knew he had to win Fran over.

He wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

"Boss, we've received word that Mosktl is in contact with Gary Sleino. His surgery was successful, and he may return to coaching next season."

"Oh?"

Fran raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That old guy didn't die on the operating table?"

Bella: "." Fran laughed; "Just kidding!"

Two top managers in the Premier League!

A lifelong nemesis.

Arthur Forlán of Manchester City.

Gary Slenor of Mosktel.

Both men took charge of their teams at the end of the last century and led them to rise to prominence. They were fierce rivals in the league and for a long time regarded each other as lifelong enemies.

Now, Gary Slein may be making a comeback.

Can Artur Fran really hold back?
After all, when these two were arguing, they spent almost a week bickering over a minor ruling.

The office suddenly fell silent.

Fran tapped his fingers on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

Bella looked at the other person nervously.

He said everything was prepared. It can be said that as long as Forlán agrees to return, Manchester City can immediately embark on a grand fourth rebuild.

"I remember there was a warm-up match today, right?"

Even after stepping down from his position, Forlán still keeps an eye on the team's situation.

Bella nodded; "Yes! We're playing against Atlético Amsterdam!"

"Morton's team!"

Fran smiled, stood up, and said, "Let's go say hello!"

Stratford Stadium.

When Bella and Fran arrived at the stadium, the warm-up match was still ongoing.

Some Manchester City staff were also in the stands, but their expressions were not good.

When Fran arrived, the staff greeted him respectfully.

"gentlemen!"

"Mr. Fran!"

"Boss!"

Fran smiled and nodded, then turned to look at the field.

"What's the situation now?"

The staff members exchanged glances, all showing signs of embarrassment.

Fran ignored them and turned to look at the scoreboard.

With just one glance, his expression visibly darkened.

Amsterdam Serie A 3-1 Manchester City United.

The match has reached the 61st minute, which means that Manchester City has conceded three goals in that time.

boom!
On the field, Wei Lai passed the ball out with one foot and jumped lightly at the same time to avoid the opponent's tackle.

He didn't stop, but immediately rushed to the next rendezvous point.

"Pass!"

Wei Lai called for a pass, and the moment Musar made the cross, he slightly turned his body, and Manchester City winger Ramsey, who was not far away, immediately rushed towards him.

But Wei Lai didn't rush to pass the ball. Instead, he stepped on the ball and suddenly pulled it to the side.

Sure enough, Ramsey made a decisive sliding tackle, but Wei Lai pulled the ball back, avoiding the vicious tackle.

Wei Lai's earliest exposure was to the English Premier League.

He is familiar with the pace and intensity of the Premier League, and even with some of the style habits of these Premier League players.

Although they are from two different times and spaces, their styles and habits are very similar.

You could tell what kind of bad joke these guys were up to the moment they bent over.

"left!"

Wei Lai passed the ball out again.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!

This was the first lesson he learned at Manchester United.

No matter who the opponent is, we must fight with all our might to win the game.

We did not underestimate them, nor were we intimidated.

But this Manchester City United team gave Wei Lai a feeling of arrogance and conceit.

From the moment they entered the stadium, they chuckled and looked them up and down, even making comments about them. All of this told Wei Lai that these guys didn't take them seriously.

Of course, pre-match disdain is normal; it could be psychological warfare.

But during the game, these guys acted the same way!
Wei Lai was certain that if it were a hair dryer coach, these guys would definitely not have a good time.

"It really was just a coincidence!"

Wei Lai curled his lip; "This isn't Manchester United! They don't deserve to be called the Red Devils at all!"

What Wei Lai saw was a group of lazy guys.

They didn't take the warm-up matches seriously at all, and they didn't even prepare well for the season. Some of them looked like they were overindulging in too much fun, and their legs were weak during the match.

Wei Lai could knock them down with a single bump.

Wei Lai knew that this was not the level of intensity expected in the Premier League; these guys had no respect for them, and even less respect for him.

So, when a bunch of cancerous tumors get together, it really becomes a latrine.

boom!
Wei Lai made another clean and efficient pass.

Ramsey missed his target again, and this time he roared angrily at Wei Lai.

"You coward! If you could just walk past me head-on, you'd be a coward. You're afraid of me!"

Wei Lai turned his head to look at Ramsey, then immediately curled his lip.

"Stupid!"

Wei Lai was substituted off the field in the 71st minute.

The reason is simple: Ramsey made some retaliatory tackles, and Morton substituted Wei Lai to protect him.

"How are you feeling?" Pessan asked as he walked over.

Wei Lai sipped his water; "There's no nutrition in this competition. They probably used all their energy for the evening activities."

Pessant couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

He hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

Manchester City's situation seems to be worse than expected.

After a while, Hendrick also left the field.

Wei Lai saw Hendrick sitting down on the bench with a gloomy face.

He covered his head with a towel, lowered his head, and remained silent.

As a former captain of Manchester City, Hendrick spent most of his career playing for the club.

He experienced the glorious years of the Fran era, and also the low points.

Some say he is the last warrior to carry on the spirit of Manchester City.

Seeing this situation, it's no wonder he was in a bad mood.

Ultimately, this match, which yielded no meaningful results, came to an end.

Atletico Amsterdam defeated Manchester City 3-1.

Felix scored two goals, and Konrad Lehmann scored one.

Wei Lai also got an assist!
Even after the match ended, the Manchester City players were still glaring at them menacingly, as if they were very dissatisfied.

Wei Lai rolled his eyes:
"What did you do early?"

If they had been more focused at the start and had fewer activities in the evening, they wouldn't have lost the warm-up match.

It's absolutely rotten.

Suddenly, a commotion arose.

Wei Lai turned his head again and saw the famous head coach Fran, who was walking down from the stands surrounded by a group of staff.

"gentlemen!"

"gentlemen!"

"Mr. Fran!"

The Manchester City players greeted him respectfully, one by one.

They looked at Fran with reverence.

Ramsey even extended his hand, proactively seeking a handshake.

"Boss!"

Forlán, the head coach, didn't even glance at him, merely nodded to the current head coach in greeting, and then walked straight toward Atlético Amsterdam.

"Old man, long time no see!"

Fran smiled and extended his hand.

Morton smiled and shook hands with him.

"I heard your surgery was very successful, that's the best news."

Fran smiled: "It's still not completely healed. The doctor advised me to rest for a while longer!"

After saying that, he pointed to Bella beside him and said, "But someone wants to bring her over to work."

"I"

Bella blushed deeply.

Morton chuckled twice, knowing the sense of urgency these Manchester City players were feeling.

To be honest, after Forlán retired, Manchester City looked around and contacted almost all the top managers.

But no one can solve these problems.

Morton was also invited by Manchester City, but he declined.

He didn't think he could solve these problems; there were just too many intricacies involved.

No one but Fran himself, who possessed immense prestige, could do anything about it.

(End of this chapter)