i am beckham

Chapter 148 Cantona Offers a Dinner Date

Watching the almost 29-year-old Sheringham throw the Frenchman out of the street with a single acceleration, Ferguson narrowed his eyes.

Just like his impression, Prunier can only bully the forwards of weak teams, but he can't stand up when he meets an old driver like Sheringham.

Compared with the broken backcourt, Manchester United's ability in the midfield and frontcourt is still good. When they fell behind, they played a wave of menacing oppression and once took the advantage.

After conceding the goal, Manchester United responded quickly. Cole got the ball on the edge of the penalty area, and the defenders ignored him.

When the football flew into the goal, Beckham was already staring blankly, whether this buddy's luck has returned, or else he can score from this position.

After scoring the goal, the confidence on Cole's face finally came back. This is his seventh goal of the season. Seeing that the number of goals this season is approaching double digits.

Whether the number of goals scored in the season can reach double digits has a great psychological implication for a forward. As long as he can score 10 goals, even if his performance is poor, at least it can be justified.

But Manchester United's defense in this game is really not good.

Towards the end of the first half, Anderton made a cross, and both Prunier and Gary Neville left the core area of ​​the penalty area. The only one fighting for the header with Tottenham striker Sheringham was the old defender Parker who was struggling.

Even if old Parker wanted to risk his life, he couldn't stop Sheringham's ferry.At this time, Manchester United's penalty area was already wide open. Tottenham's Campbell ejected and scored directly. Manchester United fell behind again.

After midfield, Manchester United was forced to change goalkeeper Pilkington, but the Red Devils team continued to be in a sluggish state and was besieged by opponents.

Only 2 minutes into the second half, the opponent threw a long pass from the left into the penalty area. The two tall forwards, Sheringham and Rosenthal, worked together, and Manchester United's defense was completely overwhelmed.

Israeli striker Rosenthal returned to the top of the road, Sheringham got rid of Plunier and scored with a header, and Tottenham expanded their advantage 3-1.

Ferguson was disappointed that Prunier couldn't guard Sheringham at all, he looked cumbersome and lacking confrontation in front of the England centre-forward.

With the French as a foil, Ferguson suddenly found that Sheringham was not bad.

Sheringham has taken him by surprise with his physicality and aggressiveness as England striker.

But the problem is that the England striker will be 30 next year, and he has two and a half years left on his Tottenham contract.

The age of 30 can be regarded as the feng shui peak of a player's state. In the next few years, the physical state of the player will decline significantly every year.

The Tottenham team is also notoriously difficult to deal with. Although Ferguson cherished Sheringham's talent, but considering the piss of the Tottenham boss who only took advantage and didn't want to suffer, he still gave up the idea of ​​​​bringing in the opponent at the end of the season.

After the game, Cantona found Beckham again: "David, I want to eat some French food today. You can drive me there, no problem."

"King" speaks like a domineering president, and there is no room for rejection at all.

"Well, no problem."

Beckham agreed without hesitation. As a native Londoner, he considers himself a host obligation.

As a professional player, he still has some savings, even if the income is not even a fraction of the opponent's, but a meal of French food can't make him poor.

Leaving the football field, the two went to Beckham's Volkswagen Golf.

“The restaurant is in a small alley off the main area of ​​Covent Garden.”

As soon as he got in the car, Cantona reported the place for dinner.

Beckham immediately felt that something was wrong. In his impression, Cantona's familiarity with London could not reach the level of reporting the address directly, and this buddy usually takes his meals with ease, and is not so particular at all.

The address of the restaurant is very hidden. There is a narrow alley on Brook Street. On the left of the alley is a steak shop and on the right is a clothing store. If you don’t look carefully, you will easily miss it.

"Have you made a reservation before? If not, we can leave directly."

At the entrance of this alley, Beckham suddenly remembered that this French restaurant needs to be booked 1 week in advance, and if you want a private room, you need to book at least 2 weeks in advance.

If you don't have an appointment, come and fuck now!

"Already booked."

Cantona again sounded unmistakable, which convinced Beckham that something was wrong.

Could it be Sophie Marceau again?

Yes, it must be so!

It is definitely not ordinary people who can make Cantona, who looks at people with his chin, willing to be a tool man.

It's just the two of us wearing jackets to the appointment, do you think it's okay?
Forget it, okay, it's already here, why don't you still buy another outfit just to have a meal with someone?
Can't make it.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered some time ago, when he told Old John that Sophie Marceau was always looking for him, the other party's furious reaction.

"Do you know her?"

"Do you think her influence is higher or lower than Victoria's?"

"By the way, do you know Zuraski?"

"The sisters won't come to you with a big belly, it's crazy!"

Beckham was a little confused when he saw these four questions, especially the last two questions seemed to involve his knowledge system.

Later, he inquired about the name Zulaski from Cantona, only to find out that this old man is a Polish director.

When Sophie Marceau was 18 years old, he made a movie in which he acted, and it is said that the two of them had a relationship.

When he was 10 years old, the 43-year-old Pole fixed his life on that day due to an accident.

Well, it really is that good cabbage is killed by pigs.
Cough cough, it really is that since ancient times, beauties have loved wits, and there is much love and nothing to hate.

Just as he stopped the car and wondered, Cantona patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "We should all look forward and let the past go."

I don't understand what you are talking about.
The two walked into the private room. As Beckham expected, "The Dream of Thousands of French Men" was indeed sitting at the square table.

She first said hello in French, and then switched to English mode: "Good afternoon, gentlemen, it is an honor to have dinner with you."

Sophie Marceau showed off her curves in an evening gown.

Even if they don't speak, those talking eyes can make men think of what they want to know in an instant.

Beckham could only sigh in his heart: "I'm sorry, I'm so hungry that I have a new metabolic disorder, and I don't have the ability to play with you, look at pictures and talk."

Sophie Marceau rested her chin with both hands, showing an alluring smile. She still wanted to chat politely, but she couldn't just eat when she saw someone, right?

If you ask Beckham this question, he will definitely answer without hesitation: "Yes, very capable!"

Now he just wants to be a cook, and he doesn't want to chat at all.

Cantona, on the other hand, regretted that he didn't eat half full before coming.

With his average running distance of around 9000 meters per game, he was very hungry at this time, and he reckoned that Beckham, who was sitting next to him, was so hungry that his eyes were almost green.

This kid can run more than 1.2 meters in every game, plus he is young, and his hunger level can only be more or less than his own.

Avoiding hunger is a human instinct. Now that we can’t even fill our stomachs, who has the mood to think about the pursuit of beauty.
Cantona felt that his "Cupid" seemed to be a little too hard when he pulled the red line.

(End of this chapter)