champion godfather

Chapter 111 Volume [-] The Sky Gypsy of Nottingham

It has been a week since Twain went to look for Stuart Lemore and Deswalker. During this time, the youth team played a fourth group youth league game. Compared with the previous game, Twain gave George Wood At halftime, his performance was still good, and even better than last time.Chris Lark believes this is due to Wood's excellent mental quality.

"Holy shit, Tony. The kid never seems to know what 'nervous' is!" sighs Chris Lark.

Tang En laughed loudly: "That's because he always skipped classes when he was in school!"

Of course this was a joke. Twain didn't tell Chris Rucker that Wood performed so well in two consecutive games. Besides his mental quality, there was another very important reason.That was his mother, Sophia, who was watching him from the sidelines.

Wood told Tang En that he had reached an agreement with his mother—if the weather was fine on the day when he had a home game, his mother would be allowed to watch the game.If it's raining or looks like it's going to rain, no.

After hearing Wood's words, Tang En smiled and said to him: "Don't worry, George. As long as we play at home, it will definitely be sunny and not rainy."

Sure enough, on the day of the next match, the sky above Nottingham in early winter was clear and sunny.Under the watchful eyes of his mother Sophia, George Wood completed a perfect performance at halftime, helping the team beat the opponent 2:1.Tang En asked him to go up to defend the opponent's offensive core. As a result, the core that was still active in the first half was almost nowhere to be found in the second half. In the end, the opponent's head coach had no choice but to replace it.Twain also took this opportunity to let Wood learn the way of applying training in actual combat - he became a fixed-position midfielder and built the first line of defense on the back line instead of defending someone alone.

Although there were some mistakes, the entire coaching staff saw that this young man was walking steadily in the right direction step by step.

Give him time, let him play, and then... what do we get?
Really looking forward to his future!

Meanwhile, life is getting tougher for Collymore.

He lived up to his word - refused to accept any form of interview with the "Nottingham Evening Post", and then his good days were completely over.

Pierce Bruce, James Robson... and other reporters in the Evening Post, big and small, have become the pioneers against Collymore. Catch the slamming and find some plausible excuses to put him on.

Readers also liked to read this kind of report, and the sales of the Evening Post increased, and the scolding became more vigorous.

Today is Sunday, and the first team of Nottingham Forest went to Wigan to play. Dunn didn't have to go to the City Stadium to watch the game. He was in a good mood and got up early, made a simple breakfast, and then enjoyed the beautiful morning while watching the morning news on TV. .Ever since he knew that he was about to return to the coaching bench of the first team, his mood was as good as if he could see the sun every day in winter.

The TV was rebroadcasting last night's sports news. This was Nottingham's local TV station. Nottingham Forest and Notts County were the two teams they were most concerned about. As for the Super League... they had to be ranked behind these two teams.

The Forest team has been the focus of media attention recently because of their poor results and that incompetent head coach.

If Collymore doesn't come up with something else and the team's performance continues to decline like this, then Nottingham Forest will be very "honored" to become the first team to win the European Champions Cup after the end of the season. A struggling team in the third division.

It's heart-wrenching to look back at some of this franchise's once-great history and look at how badly they're now.There are even newspapers that can't wait to print such headlines: The former European champion has no end, and the prospects are bleak!They no longer believe that the Forest team can come back to life in the remaining half of the season.

Reporters from the TV station randomly interviewed fans on the street, asking them about their views on the team's prospects and Collymore. Dunn saw that they interviewed four people, and none of them had a good word.Three people blamed Collymore's poor quality and lack of work ethic for the team's poor results.At the same time, there are two people who believe that the club's board of directors should also be responsible for the current poor situation of the team-

"If they hadn't fired coach Tony Twain, maybe we would be in the top six in the league now!"

"Wrong, idiot!" Tang En pointed a fork at the fat fan on the screen and said, "We should be ranked first in the league!"

"If Brian Clough was still there, the situation wouldn't be so bad." A female fan said in pain, shaking her head facing the camera.A male fan standing next to her, apparently her husband, took the conversation.

"I think Tony Twain can do it too, but it's a pity that he's in the youth team now."

These words made Twain feel very useful. It made people look forward to themselves like they look forward to the legendary Clough of the Forest team. It really felt a sense of accomplishment.He even felt that when he led the team to the play-offs in the second half of last season, his expectations and prestige in the eyes of the fans were not as high as they are now dormant in the youth team.

Maybe it's that people always have high, high expectations for things they don't have right now.

While Tang En was enjoying himself in front of the TV, his cell phone rang.

It's Ian Stuart Lemore calling.

"Mr. Tang En, I found the person you asked me to find."

Half an hour later, Dunn and Moore were already on the train from Nottingham to London.

"Freddy` Eastwood, born on October 1983, 10 in Epsom, southwest London, currently lives in Baselton with his wife and son under one year old. (Basildon)." Moore, who was sitting opposite Tang En, was still unhurried and spoke slowly, but Tang En was looking forward to seeing that person. "We arrived at London station, took the tube again, and then changed trains."

Tang En shook his head and said excitedly: "No, no, Mr. Moore, don't bother. Let's rent a car and go there."

Moore was expressionless, his body shaking slightly with the rhythm of the train. "It seems that Mr. Tang En, you are not willing to wait for a minute."

"Yes, Mr. Moore." Dunn said with a chuckle. "To tell you the truth, I wish I could see him sooner!"

"I can understand Mr. Tang En's mood. But... I heard that he was fouled just now in a youth team match in the first half of the year and broke his leg." Moore said slowly, without blinking his eyes. He stared at Tang En who was sitting across from him and already sensed something was wrong. "At that time he was still at West Ham United, and their opponent in that game was called - Nottingham Forest."

The smile on Tang En's face completely froze...

The two called the taxi company directly from the London train station, called a black taxi, and drove them to Basildon in east London.

Tang En, who was sitting in the car, was no longer as excited as he was when he set off. He sat in the back row, turned his head and looked out the window at the rolling fields and buildings passing by in silence.

After I really met the other party and reported the purpose and origin of my trip, how should I face him?

The fields outside the car gradually decreased, and the number of buildings increased. They finally arrived at Basselton.

As soon as he entered the town, Moore asked the driver to park the car on the side of the road.

"Next, we have to go in." He said to Tang En.

Tang En got out of the car and looked at the surroundings. They were now on the A127 section of the national highway connecting London and Basselton. There were houses on both sides. Two rows of bushes taller than a person separated these houses from the road. Because the leaves have fallen a lot in winter, they still look dense.

Moore led the way without saying a word, while Dunn silently followed behind.Through brief contact with this old man, Dunn found that Moore was not a talkative person, so he didn't take the initiative to chat with him.

After walking for a short distance, there are difficult dirt roads under the feet, and there are more and more bushes on both sides of the road.Tang En always felt that they were not looking for people, but visiting wild animals...

"Where does he live?" Dunn couldn't help asking.

At this moment, Moore stopped, then turned to him and said, "Here we are, Mr. Tang En."

Dunn stood up from behind Moore, and then looked around.This is a residential area, yes, surrounded by old-fashioned red brick pointed houses.In the center of the complex there is a clearing surrounded by bushes.

Then Tang En saw a long yellow station wagon parked in the middle of the open space, with white lace curtains hanging inside the window, two red folding seats outside the car, three filled with A bucket of water and a few empty basins.A little farther away, a rope was stretched between two trees, and a few gaudy pieces of cloth were hung on it, which seemed to be women's clothes...

Seeing this scene, Tang En opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and asked the silent Moore: "Is this...is his home?"

Moore nodded.

(End of this chapter)