Football Dynasty
Chapter 255: Derby Manchester

Chapter 255: Derby Manchester

A feeder club is an independent club that has a formal or informal relationship with a larger "parent" club, often to develop young players, gain access to scouting markets, or handle work permit issues.

They operate in regions or leagues that the parent club wants to monitor closely for emerging talent. Over time, these clubs naturally evolve into scouting hubs.

For the current City, establishing a feeder club in South America could be the most efficient solution—serving multiple crucial functions within a single streamlined structure.

It could support scouting operations to identify emerging talent early and help build trusted relationships with local agents, families, and academies—long before European giants come knocking.

It could also serve as a staging ground for work permit purposes. Many under-18 players or those without senior national team caps often face difficulties securing immediate moves to Europe due to visa or regulatory restrictions.

A feeder club provides a legal and competitive bridge—a place where young players can mature, gain international experience, and become eligible for transfers under EU or UK regulations when the time is right.

Ultimately, this feeder club wouldn’t just be an external outpost—it would become an integral part of City’s global ecosystem.

A satellite that gathers data, tests trialists in competitive matches, and prepares future stars in a sustainable, cost-effective way. In a world where talent wars are increasingly global and fast-paced, South America might just be City’s smartest move—before the competition gets there first.

Of course, not every feeder club functions as a formal scouting office—but with the right location, access to talent, and mutual trust, they can seamlessly integrate into a club’s wider global scouting infrastructure.

What Richard had in mind for City was clear: use the feeder club to observe nearby leagues and academies more effectively. Trialists could be tested in real competitive matches, reducing the margin of scouting error and helping assess a player’s adaptability.

Especially with players they already know but haven’t been able to reach, due to the vast and fragmented geography of South America. The continent is simply too large to cover effectively by tracking players one by one. A local hub would provide more consistent visibility and direct engagement with known prospects who might otherwise slip away.

Both Marina and Miss Heysen were taken aback.

’South America?’

It wasn’t the kind of answer they were expecting.

Typically, when clubs establish feeder systems, proximity is the priority—somewhere nearby, within driving distance, or at least a short flight away. Something manageable. Something controllable.

"Wait—are we sending our young players there?" Marina asked, her voice laced with concern.

"No, you’re wrong," Richard cut in sharply, eyes narrowing as if already visualizing the plan. "We won’t send our players there. Instead, we go there to secure players."

The room fell silent.

South America is a goldmine. Ronaldo, Cafu, Roberto Carlos, Rivaldo—and now Zanetti—are all living proof of that. Just look at the pitch—who else could leave United scrambling with constant interceptions and relentless movement if not Zanetti?

There’s a reason his stamina wasn’t just considered strong—it was legendary. He even earned nicknames like "Il Trattore," symbolizing power, consistency, and endurance. That name stuck with him throughout his time defending Inter Milan.

As for South America, Richard had only just uncovered a small fraction of the gems hidden there. The players are hungry, the talent is overflowing, and the competition is fierce. If they wait for someone else to build the bridge, they’ll always be playing catch-up.

Richard wants to be the one laying the first stone.

"What matters now is this: we begin laying the groundwork. We’ll express openness to a partnership, but make it clear that we want first consideration in any potential transfers. In return, we can support them with proper infrastructure and a steady stream of transfer opportunities."

Since the boss had already spoken, what more could they say?

Still, both Marina and Miss Heysen were understandably cautious. They urged Richard not to reach out directly—at least not yet.

The concept of a feeder club was still relatively new, especially one established across continents. It required delicate handling. A premature approach might raise eyebrows or even spook potential partners.

"We’ll need to do it right—partners, scouts, language, logistics..."

After hearing both of their reasoning, Richard remained silent for a moment.

"There’s merit in being bold," Marina said, "but there’s also value in being discreet."

Miss Heysen nodded in agreement. "Let us gather more data first—club profiles, financial health, player turnover rates, or whatever else might be relevant."

In the end, Richard agreed. He asked both of them to study the matter further.

They were right—the foundation had to be solid before the first stone could be laid.

As the first half drew to a close, Manchester United pushed forward—now more familiar with the pitch and showing improved coordination, they managed to maintain possession through a series of quick, precise passes.

With Keane tangled up with Zanetti, Butt passed the ball to Giggs, who drifted toward the center instead of continuing down the left flank. It was clear he was at a disadvantage against Zambrotta.

Despite Giggs’ speed, Zambrotta’s physical presence made it difficult to create space—he used his body effectively to block the path. Even if Giggs managed to get the ball past him, Zambrotta’s positioning ensured he remained a constant obstacle.

So, Giggs drove the ball toward the center, evading Zambrotta who was tailing him, before delivering a pass from about thirty-five yards outside the penalty area to Beckham, who was roaming into space.

Wait—Beckham?

Richard leapt to his feet and yelled, "Intercept him!"—his voice echoing so dramatically that half the stadium turned around, wondering who the hell just summoned a demon.

But Richard was right. The two ’Class of ’92’ teammates executed a brilliant play, with Beckham unhesitatingly opting for a delicate lob. The ball floated gently into City’s penalty area.

Who was the ball passed to?

Ferdinand moved to head it clear, but Cantona, standing beside him, used his body to block and subtly tugged at his shirt. Ferdinand leapt with force but couldn’t reach his full height, and the ball sailed just ten centimeters above his head, arcing diagonally backward.

Solskjær, charging into the box at blistering speed, arrived just in time. Gallas rushed in from the side as Solskjær controlled the ball on his chest. But before it could even touch the ground, he was brought down hard in the penalty area—crashing to the turf—while Gallas, sliding in from the side, managed to get a foot on the ball and clear it out of the box.

PHWEEEEE!

Unexpectedly, the referee blew his whistle and pointed to the penalty spot.

Gallas, incredulous, held his head in disbelief and pleaded with the referee, insisting his innocence.

"Penalty! Durkin has awarded a penalty, giving Manchester United a chance to equalize in stoppage time! Gallas clearly collided with Solskjær from the side, making the decision difficult to dispute."

On the sidelines, Robertson furiously complained to the fourth official.

"Hey! Keane has knocked down my players in midfield countless times, and you haven’t blown the whistle once. I didn’t say anything—this is how the Premier League works—but why was my defender interfered with during a challenge? They didn’t even jump, just pulled his shirt! That’s a foul! The referee should’ve called a foul on Cantona in the box, which would’ve given us a free kick instead of awarding them a penalty!"

With one hand on his hip, Robertson waved the other in frustration, but the fourth official remained expressionless, seemingly uninterested in engaging.

All of City’s players also surrounded the referee, protesting that Ferdinand had been obstructed mid-jump.

They argued that Cantona’s action was anything but discreet—and without that interference, Ferdinand could’ve cleared the ball with ease.

The referee simply shook his head, ignoring the protests, and gestured for them to move aside.

"Hey, that’s enough! That’s enough!" Buffon stepped in to calm his teammates down before approaching the referee to plead his case. But the referee, unmoved, merely shook his head—and ultimately showed Buffon a yellow card.

From the VIP box, Richard—watching the chaos unfold—stood and shouted furiously, "Is this your idea of fairness? You won’t even listen to reason?"

But unfortunately, his voice never reached the players or the officials on the pitch. Even Marina and Miss Heysen voiced their displeasure at the referee.

Cantona calmly stepped up to take the penalty, scoring effortlessly, and shortly after, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the half.

"With 45 minutes gone, Manchester United has taken the match back to square one!"

Manchester United 2 – 2 Manchester City.

The Manchester Derby is still on!

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