champion godfather

Chapter 590 Volume [-] A Fiery New Beginning

Although he has properties in London and Manchester, Beckham still bought a luxury villa outside Nottingham.This house was bought after he signed with the Forest Team. After half a year, he can finally live in it.

The wives, children, and servants moved in, bringing life to the previously deserted courtyard.

Today is August [-], and before Beckham got up, Victoria was busy in the sunny kitchen.

After Beckham got up, he didn't jump down to wash up in the bathroom immediately, he sat on the bed in a daze for a while.

It has been a month and a half since I joined the Forest team, and it has been more than ten days since I moved to this city, but sometimes I still feel a little dazed, wondering if I am still in Madrid when I wake up every morning.

Tomorrow is the first round of the new Premier League season. After four years, I have come back again. I really don't know how to describe this feeling.

Beckham stroked his face with his hands and rubbed it. He heard Victoria's cry downstairs, so he jumped off the wide bed and went to wash in his pajamas.

In any case, he is not a Real Madrid player, nor a Manchester United player, but a Nottingham Forest player.

In the four years since he left, many changes have taken place in the Premier League. Who would have thought that Nottingham Forest would suddenly rise in 2003?At that time, the Forest team was still struggling in the First Division (now the English Champions League), and no one knew Tony Twain's name.Manchester United is also different, Ruud van Nistelrooy left, Roy Keane left, Bart left, Phil Neville left, only Ryan Giggs and Gary Neville were still in the class of [-]. In the Manchester United team, what about the others?All scattered across teams in the Premier League.In the new season, he will inevitably have to compete with his former good friend on the court, and the match against Manchester United is even more inevitable.

If it's okay at the City Stadium, if you go back to Old Trafford, how will the fans there treat themselves?
Maybe you should ask Luther, he has already returned to Old Trafford once on behalf of the Forest team, and he must have relevant experience...

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Tang En was woken up by Shania screaming lying next to his ear. He patted Shania's head like an alarm clock. As expected, Shania stopped barking obediently.

"This alarm clock is pretty smart..." Tang En muttered and sat up from the bed. He didn't have the habit of sleeping in pajamas, and he always wore only a pair of underwear.But because Shania and Shania have lived together for a long time, both of them are used to it, and Tang En sat on the bed with his upper body naked, and Shania would not feel any embarrassment.

"Get up, I'll make you a Brazilian-style breakfast!" Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Shania jumped and ran out.

Tang En finished washing in the upstairs bathroom wearing only a pair of underwear, and then went downstairs after getting dressed.The newspaper was not on the table, but on the sofa beside it.

Shania hated Tang En reading newspapers while eating, and so did her father, so much so that she always complained that this was a common problem of men.So as long as she was in Nottingham, she would take the opportunity of getting up early to make breakfast for Tang En, put the newspaper away on the sofa, and then supervise while eating.

It must be pointed out that Shania's culinary skills have not improved at all. In the past, Tang En said that her cooking was not good. She also said that it was because the food in England was not very good. Today's Brazilian breakfast also tastes special.What has improved is Tang En's stomach's ability to bear it - now he no longer finds it unpalatable, at most it tastes a little weird...

Ever since Shania volunteered to make breakfast for Dunn, Dunn had one more reason to read the newspaper at the dining table - distraction.

Now this trick doesn't work anymore, Shania is very strict.Moreover, Tang En also knew that reading while eating was not a good habit. This was something he was taught repeatedly by his parents at home when he was a child, just like "washing hands before meals and after going to the toilet" is so common.

"Have you not been working during this time?" Since you don't want to be distracted by reading the newspaper, just chat with Shania.

Shania shook her head: "If there is, I will push it too."

"Yo, I've started to learn how to play big cards at such a young age." Tang En laughed.

"Even if I don't do catwalks now, I still have enough money to live comfortably within a year." Shania tapped the coffee cup in front of her with a spoon. "After signing an endorsement contract with a big company, I naturally won't participate in many small irrelevant catwalks."

"I'm going to Liverpool in the morning, and I don't have time to accompany you, what should you do?"

"I'm going to Liverpool too!" Shania raised her hand, startling Tang En.

"Don't think about it, I won't go with you, I will ask Mr. Fasal to accompany me, shopping and traveling... watch the game by the way! In addition, I have also decided that as long as I don't have a job, I will watch your away game live ball!"

Tang En was even more frightened.

Shania is no ordinary little girl, she is a supermodel who is popular all over Europe, her various print advertisements have frequently appeared in the most prosperous commercial areas of those big cities, and her TV advertisements are also in various places. It is played in turn on the big TV stations.Even ordinary people who don't know the fashion world have seen her face.Such a person runs around with his team... Isn't the media the happiest?England's most developed is not their Premier League, but the pervasive paparazzi
He wanted to pout his face and say "no".But after thinking about it, Shania is still a child after all, and has almost given up all the hobbies a child should have for the job of modeling these years. Her childhood was spent in various training rooms.Now that I have money and status, I no longer have to run around like a dog for a living, so what's wrong with having fun?Think of it as compensation for the lost childhood...

"Uh...then you have to pay attention to those paparazzi." Tang En reminded. "The media in England is not like other countries."

Shania rolled her eyes, bit the teaspoon, and nodded happily, "Don't worry, Uncle Tony. I have a lot of experience."

Tang En continued to eat in peace, took a few mouthfuls, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Shania and said, "Be careful."

Shania was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

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"George, what time is the team assembly time?" Sophia asked by the way as she packed up the tableware she had just used in the kitchen.

Wood was packing his backpack in his room, and when he heard his mother's voice, he poked his head out and said, "10:30."

The bright sunlight slanted in from outside the window, just sprinkled on George's hands and backpack, a little hot.

When he came out of the bedroom with his backpack, his mother heard footsteps coming out of the kitchen. "Are you going now, George?"

Wood looked at the fine beads of sweat on his mother's head, then put the backpack on the floor, "No, it's not in a hurry, Mom."

He passed Sophia, went straight to the kitchen, and started to pick up the work that his mother hadn't finished.

"Hey, put it down, I'll just come." Sophia turned around quickly and tried to grab the plate from Wood's hand.

Wood didn't listen to his mother's words. He blocked Sophia with his broad back, protecting the plate in his hand and the sink in front of him like he was blocking a ball on the court.

Sophia knew that she couldn't persuade the stubborn Wood, and was very happy to see her son helping her with housework.

She stood aside and helped Wood.

"George."

"Ok?"

"Tell me honestly, do you have a girlfriend? A big star like you must be very popular, right?" Sophia said with a smile.

Wood shook his head resolutely: "No, Mom."

"Find a nice girl, George. It's a good time for love, young man."

Unexpectedly, Wood shook his head again: "I don't want to find..."

"Why?" Sophia was a little surprised.

"It's good to have a mother."

Sophia couldn't help laughing: "Silly boy, your girlfriend will become your wife in the future and will be with you for the rest of your life. Can mom?"

Wood was silent for a while, then lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Before that... I just want to be with my mother."

Hearing this answer, what else could Sophia say besides smiling?Living with her mother for a long time, she knows that George has an Oedipus complex, which is the result of the mutual dependence of mother and son.She doesn't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, mother and child love each other deeply, but she can't spend the rest of her life with Wood, he must find a girlfriend, even if he doesn't get married, let him understand what love is...

There was something she kept in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.Because every time she mentioned "death," George flew into a rage and glared at his mother, forbidding her to say the word.

But it's a fact that my mother's health is not good. Even if the Forest Club pays for the operation, if the body is broken, it is broken. It's not like a machine, just change parts and polish it and it will be intact.Once mother died, what would you do, George, by yourself?

She hugged Wood gently behind her back, and leaned her face against Wood's broad and strong back.

"George, George, my silly boy..." she murmured softly.

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"Gary, what are you dawdling about!"

Outside the gate of an ordinary red-tiled house, a short, fat middle-aged man stood in the dazzling sunlight. He just raised his head and shouted to the upstairs, and now he looked at his watch impatiently.

"You started packing your backpack half an hour ago and you haven't come downstairs yet! What's in it? An atomic bomb? A carbine? A bunch of Oasis CDs?"

"I'm coming!"

While Humpty Humpty was chattering, there were footsteps coming down the stairs from the house.

"Goodbye, Mom."

"Goodbye, son."

The sound of kisses.

The door in front of Humpty Dumpty was opened, and a tall young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks poked his head out from inside.The chunky man standing by the door grabbed his backpack, pulled him out, and then opened his backpack without any explanation.

"Oh, damn it..." he moaned, "sunscreen, hairspray, mirror, comb... why don't you carry a pack of sanitary napkins anymore? You are..." The fat man froze when he looked up and saw his son's face , Then in a rage, he grabbed the sunglasses off his son's face.

"You're a professional player, not a jerk! Look at your hair, it's as hard as steel needles. Are you going to murder the opponent's players on the field? How much hairspray have you put on?" He didn't reach out to shave his son's hair, but let his son deftly dodged.

"Hey, Dad. It took me a long time to get this hairstyle!" the little monkey Gareth Bell yelled dissatisfied.

"Are you doing this kind of thing for an hour?" There was anger in the man's voice.

"You just said it was half an hour..." Bell protested cautiously.

"Shut up!" Humpty Humpty showed his majesty as a father, and gave his son a hard look. "Don't think that you can talk back in front of me now that you have won the European championship! Let me tell you, even if your kid wins the world championship, you are still my son!"

"Yes yes yes..." Bell nodded honestly.

"How many times have I told you? You are a professional player, you should focus on how to train hard to improve your ability, not on dressing up...Look at you now, everyone will think you are A star group who worships a certain boyish star, who would think you are a football player? Human energy is limited. When you put too much energy on your appearance, your energy in training and games How old are you? You still have a long way to go? Don’t you admire George the most? Look at him, when did he care so much about his appearance? He is always the hardest one, you want Learn from him..." Bell's dad was back to his best tirade, his lips moving up and down like a Gatling machine gun.The spitballs flew in front of Bell, causing him to roll his eyelids worriedly, for fear that his father's saliva would spit on his hair.

His action caused his father to "shell" more violently. "What are you doing? Rolling your eyes? Are you dissatisfied with my statement! Why do you think we gave up our Cardiff home and moved to Nottingham? It's not for you, Bell! What are you doing with your head down? Look up and look at me s eyes!"

Bell was a little helpless, he raised his head and said to his father: "Dad, if you keep talking like this, we will have to drive to Liverpool by ourselves."

At the same time, my mother's voice also sounded inside: "Honey, haven't you left yet?"

"Ah..." Fatty finally came to his senses, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, the time had indeed been delayed long enough.But because of whose delay?He glared at his son and walked to the car parked by the side of the road. "It takes you an hour to do this hairstyle, and it only takes 30 seconds on the court to be so messed up that you can't even recognize yourself..."

"It's half an hour, Dad..."

"Shut up! Get in the car!" Fatty slammed on the car door, "If you are replaced midway because of poor performance, be careful and I will clean you up when you come back!"

"Dad, the starting lineup hasn't been announced yet..." Bella drove the door and stepped in, then reminded.

"Shut up! My son must start! Gareth Bale is a genius! That Italian can't adapt to the rhythm of the game, the weather, and the food. I promise you, he will go home after one season! "

"But there's Layton..."

"Well, he's a nice kid, but in terms of talent... he's a little worse than you!" Father turned his head and grinned at Bell, then turned back and started the car.

"Fasten your seatbelts, son, we're in a hurry!"

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the silver-gray Ford rushed out like a wild horse.

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Tang En was wearing sunglasses and standing beside the red bus with his hands behind his back. The glare of the sun made him feel confident even wearing sunglasses. No one would accuse him of "pretending to be cool" in his heart.

Chris Lark counted the number of people in front of the car door, sweating profusely. Tang got out of the car early in the morning and turned on the air conditioner to ignore the outside things.

Since Tang was promoted to the assistant coach of the first team, Chris Lack has been responsible for dealing with all kinds of trivial matters, caring about the lives of the players; collecting information on the performance of each player in the game; telling the players how many yellow cards they have, and leaving The game may be suspended; monitoring the team's situation during training... It is also his responsibility to assemble the team and count the number of people.

And Tang's job is relatively simple-responsible for telling the players one-on-one the tactics and tasks of the game.

"The only thing missing is George Wood and Gareth Bell." Chris Lark counted them twice, then turned his head and said to Tang En behind him.

Tang En didn't say anything, just nodded, and then the two continued to wait in the sun.

Soon, Wood's figure appeared in front of him. He was running with a bag on his back.After seeing the bus and the two people standing outside the door, he quickened his pace and the speed became faster and faster, as if the [-]-meter long run had reached the final sprint moment.This is also his special way of warming up.

Wood rushed to the two coaches with a gust of wind and stopped.Tang En looked at him, the T-shirt on his body was already soaked. "Do you have any clean clothes in your bag?" he asked.

Wood nodded.There is also one for changing after the game.

"Take it off and put it on." Tang En pointed at his wet T-shirt.

Wood took off his clothes obediently, revealing his strong and strong muscles, and took out a clean T-shirt from his backpack in front of the public, and then put it on.

"Very good, be careful of catching a cold. Go up now." Tang En pointed to the car door.

After Wood got into the car, he greeted his teammates and sat in his seat.

Dunn and Chris Rack continued to wait for the last person - Gareth Bell.

The morning sun in mid-August is as hot as the sun, and people who bake are a little irritable.But the two coaches stood on the sun ground under the car, without the slightest impatient expression on their faces.

A screeching sound of brakes and a roar of a motor came from the front of the road, and then a silver-gray Ford shone dazzlingly in the sun, rushing into everyone's field of vision with a wonderful "drift".Chris Rack, who was not wearing sunglasses, was shaken and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Tang En next to him whistled: "What a father who loves present."

Bell does not have his own car. He comes to the training base for training and is always sent by his father. Everyone is familiar with these two silver-gray Fords.

The car stopped in front of the bus with another beautiful flick. Before the door opened, the voice of Bell's father came out: "Look, we are not late! I told you to trust Dad's skills, you Dad was a karting driver at the beginning, but he didn’t become an F1 driver because he chased your mother... That’s really a loss for the F1 car industry, and Michael Schumacher’s luck!"

Hearing this, Tang En and Chris Rack couldn't help laughing. They all still remembered the scene when the fat man brought his son to Nottingham Forest to sign the contract. This fat man is so showy and confident, they have long been used to it .It was like this four years ago, and it will still be like this four years later. It is estimated that in a few more four years, he will still be like this.

Bell "rolled" off the car, his legs were weak, and he almost stopped.

"Dad, if I don't behave well, it must be because of your flying car...I'm going to throw up..."

Attracted by the speeding car, the players gathered near the door roared with laughter.

It was only then that Bell noticed that everyone was coming, and quickly stumbled over.

"Boss..." He greeted cautiously, for fear that the boss would punish him, it seemed that he was late.

Tang En nodded, not intending to punish him. "Get in the car."

Bell heaved a sigh of relief. Just as his feet were on the first step, Dun En's devilish voice sounded again: "Your starter is gone, little monkey."

Seeing Bell's surprised expression, the teammates who were watching the fun burst into laughter.

Amidst the booing of his teammates, Bell got into the car with a sad face.

Chris Rack jumped into the car after him, while Twain was stopped by the enthusiastic Papa Bell: "Hey, Tony."

"What's the matter, Mr. Bell?" Dunn turned around and looked at him.

The short fat man moved up to Tang En, and whispered in his ear: "Give him a chance, Tony. He didn't mean to be late. I lost my temper with him and delayed the time. It's my fault..."

Tang En interrupted him with a smile: "If you perform well, you will have a chance. Mr. Bell."

This answer didn't satisfy Old Bell, and he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction in person, so he could only mutter: "If you don't let him play, what else can you do?"

Tang En patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Stay at home and watch TV, Mr. Bell." Then he turned and jumped into the car, and the door slowly closed behind him.

"Guys." Looking at the players who had already returned to their seats, Tang En raised his arms, "This is the first game of the new season, and we are going to Liverpool with the title of European champion..." He glanced around and moved his hand swung down. "Don't screw me up!"

Three volts is the hottest day of the year, and mid-August is the "last day" of the three volts.England is sunny today, from Newcastle in the north to Southampton in the south.Under the scorching sun, the image on the road ahead was even a bit blurry.

In such weather, the red bus of Nottingham Forest slowly drove out of the gate of Wilford Training Base and headed northwest.

The fiery summer is not over yet, and the fiery new season has begun.

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Remarks:

Nottingham Forest's squad for the new season (26 players):

Goalkeepers: Van der Sar (1), Igor Akinfeev (12), Dale Roberts (25).

Defenders: Leighton Barnes (22), Gareth Bale (2), Pascal Chimbonda (3), Sun Jihai (21), Herald Piqué (5), Vicente Kompany (33), Pepe (6), Wes Morgan (30), Robert Ayala (4), Rafinha (14), Grosso (28).

Midfielders: George Wood (13), Martin Petrov (8), Rafael van der Vaart (23), Chris Commons (20), Aaron Lennon (17), Frank. Ribery (7), Stephen Sidwell (26), David Beckham (24).

Forwards: Freddie Eastwood (11), Niklas Bendtner (9), Ruud van Nistelrooy (10), Arshavin (18).

(End of this chapter)