champion godfather

Chapter 843: Volume [-] The Lion King's Heart Needs the Ringer to Untie the Bell

Doing George Wood's psychological counseling work, Tang En did not leave a very difficult job to Eastwood.

Eastwood thought about it carefully, and he found that Wood almost never had such an experience.Sometimes it really makes people wonder if his heart is really made of oak, as hard and stubborn as iron.

Nottingham Forest has always relied on such a heart of oak tree, running stably and at a high speed.Now that there is a heart problem, the team's performance will naturally be affected.

Eastwood agonized over his inexperience.Not to mention that he and Wood are a little unhappy, even if there is no such thing, he doesn't know what to do when facing Wood.

He has been thinking about this matter all day, and judging from his frowning in the second half, it seems that he has not found any good solution.

Eastwood originally planned to find Wood directly, and said straight to the point: "Let's talk about your recent decline in form..."

But when he thought about it again, it seemed that doing so had no effect.He couldn't decide whether Wood would listen or not.

Worrying like this, he ended his first day as a coach.

When he got home, he was still frowning, which startled Serim: "Did you encounter any unhappy things on the first day as a coach?"

"There are no unhappy things, but there is one worrying thing..." Eastwood recounted the task Tang En gave himself.

Serim looked at her husband with a half-smile: "You men are really strange creatures. Freddy, do you really hate Wood?"

Eastwood thought about it, and it wouldn't matter if he hated it deeply, otherwise he would never have played for this team until he retired.But it would be a lie to say that I didn't feel anything at all. Anyone who encounters such a thing can't pretend that nothing happened.

"Hate? I don't know...but I definitely don't like it." Eastwood shook his head.

"Have you ever quarreled with Wood in the team, fought, or had conflicts?"

Eastwood wondered why his wife asked: "Don't you know me, Thurem? I'm not that kind of person...I just don't talk to him much."

There was an extra deck of playing cards in Serim's hands at some point. "Do you want to do the math?"

Eastwood curled his lips: "Your way of deceiving tourists is okay, Serim."

Serim ignored her husband, and she fiddled with the cards in her hand.After a while she raised her head and said to Eastwood: "I think you should find Wood to fight face to face."

"Is this the result you calculated?" Eastwood felt that he really shouldn't discuss work matters with his wife.

"So men are stupid creatures." Serim fiddled with the poker cards on the table slowly. "If Raheem made a very serious mistake, I would just beat him up instead of treating him indifferently. And he would be more willing to accept being spanked than his own mother who never Talk to him."

Eastwood dismissed his wife's remarks: "Raheem is your child, but George Wood is not my son."

"Sometimes men and boys have something in common. If you feel embarrassed to fight face to face, you can ask him to find a time and place in private, and throw white gloves to each other like knights." Serim snapped his fingers , Take back the playing cards. "I'll go see if Chardonnay is asleep."

Eastwood, alone in the living room, was at first laughing at his wife's bad idea.But after laughing in his heart, he found that this method seemed to make sense...

Since I don't know how to talk to Wood, it's better to come directly.

Based on his understanding of Wood, the other party is not a person who beats around the bush.You say a lot of high-sounding nonsense, which has no effect at all and wastes expression.

Well...find a fault.

Eastwood clasped his hands, his joints crackling.

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Before leaving for Wilford the next day, Eastwood rehearsed his "sinister" look in front of the mirror for a while in the bathroom.

He is a gentle guy, and he is very popular. He always smiles and jokes with the people around him in the team.Everyone also likes such an optimistic and cheerful teammate, so almost no one will show him face.Therefore, the impression that Eastwood is a good old man who will never be cruel to anyone.

It is really difficult for him to play the role of the villain now...

"Wood! What are you doing!"

Eastwood shook his head, his tone didn't seem fierce enough.

"Did you not eat last night! Weak!"

"Look at your movements, are you really training?"

"Well, you're actually not doing good enough... No no! It's bad! It sucks! Fucking sucks!"

……

Eastwood finally shook his head and walked out of the bathroom.If he doesn't come out again, the daughter Chardonnay who told her to eat will knock the door down.

Serim kept smiling at her preoccupied husband during breakfast.

When sending him out, Serim kissed him on the cheek: "I wish you well."

"I'm not sure..." Eastwood said really without confidence.

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George Wood changed his clothes in the locker room with a dark face. He was in a bad mood recently.People around him didn't dare to talk to him, and even an old friend like Bell didn't try not to provoke him at this time.

Everyone knows what kind of pressure the captain is shouldering.The outside media are hyping that George Wood is the culprit that caused Eastwood to retire early. It seems that Wood must come out and take responsibility for Eastwood.If this happened in South Korea, they would probably ask George Wood to cut off his finger to apologize...

In fact, everyone knows that although Carl Spike is right, the first time Eastwood was seriously injured was because of Wood's foul.But that was an unintentional mistake after all, it would be too unkind to find out after ten years... To be more serious, this is simply malicious intentions.

The media will not study the reasons behind the injury. They only know that this matter is of great news and hype value, so they follow up a lot...

As for the readers, they also lack basic judgment, or they don't want to judge who is right and who is wrong at all. As long as they have fun watching, life is very beautiful.

To make matters worse, the next game would be the tenth anniversary of Tony Twain's official coaching of Nottingham Forest, and the team really wanted to honor their boss with a victory in that game.But the current state of the team and a strong opponent like Liverpool made that game more or less ominous.

Liverpool is also paying close attention to the dynamics of the Forest team.Benitez must be delighted to see cracks and turmoil within Forest.Because he and Tang En have fought against Tang En for so many years and found that the easiest way to defeat Tang En is to hope that there will be problems inside the castle that is impenetrable from the outside.

George Wood's status has fluctuated and fluctuated. This is really a golden opportunity that cannot be seen in a century...

The local media in Liverpool have already released harsh words, planning to mess up Tony Twain's [-]th anniversary at Anfield.

"How long he has coached the Forest team has nothing to do with us, we only need one victory."

Wood is the captain, of course he knows that his state has affected the team.But he just couldn't pick it up and put it down like air.He did feel guilty for Eastwood, and he was pregnant for ten years.It's just that he is not good at expressing his emotions, especially after he became the captain, he always wants to leave a "dignified" image of the captain to his teammates, and it is difficult to speak some words.

This day's training, Wood spent again with a lot of thoughts.

Chris Rack watched anxiously from the side. He said to Tang En more than once: "I think George listens to you the most. If you come forward and talk about this problem, won't it solve it? Why do you do this?"

Tang En had a serious expression on his face: "There is a saying in China - to untie a bell, one needs to tie it."

"What do you mean?" Chris Lark couldn't understand Chinese.

"Whatever you sow, you will reap what you sow. The two of them are a destined couple." Dunn sighed. "They have bonds."

"What are you doing, Tony? You got hit on the head again?"

"Oh, just wait and watch the show. Outsiders can't interfere with the affairs of the two of them." Tang En always said something that Chris Rack could understand. "Talking to you is tiring!"

"It's fine if you speak well."

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After the training, Wood gave himself half an hour of extra training as usual.The other players all went back to the locker room, and the members of the coaching staff had long been used to this scene, and no one stayed on the field to watch Wood.

When Wood was the only one left on the field, he decided to temporarily forget those troubles and train seriously.The quiet surroundings help him do that.

Just as he was about to start, a football hit him in the back of the head.

This kick is not light, it is estimated to be a strong volley in the game.Wood was a little dazed by the beating, he covered his head and turned back to glare at the "murderer".

"It seems that my footwork is still there. Should I really consider withdrawing my decision to retire and return to the court?"

Eastwood completely ignored Wood's glaring gaze at him, and stood there pinching his chin and talking to himself.

After seeing that it was Eastwood, Wood's anger suddenly began to dissipate.It has always been like this in the team. Eastwood has never given Wood a good face, but Wood has never been fierce to Wood.

"Don't look at me, it's not an accident, I did it on purpose." Eastwood staggered up to Wood, picked up the football bouncing on the ground, grabbed it with one hand and shook it in front of Wood.

"I never hid your dislike, did I?" Eastwood asked.In fact, he didn't expect Wood to answer, but Wood nodded.This surprised him a little.

"Uh...well, I'm not interested in knowing what you think of me. It's a miracle that we've been able to play football together for ten years. You know, every time I see your nonchalant face, I think Jump up and punch you. This idea was especially strong when I was injured last time... Unfortunately, I can't beat you."

Wood didn't defend himself or refute, he listened quietly.

Eastwood was actually quite nervous. He was reciting the lines he had spent a day preparing... At the same time, he had to make his tone sound mixed with complex emotions such as anger and disdain.This is the best way he can think of - talk to Wood, it is not necessary to fight like a man, but he can express his anger like a man and let Wood feel it.

"You are so strong..." Eastwood looked Wood up and down, "I am tireless, I never know what an injury is, and I don't know how it feels after an injury. No one can hurt you and make you suffer. You It’s not like a human being... If someone wants to violate you, he will be the one who will be unlucky in the end, and you are still wondering why the other party is injured..." Eastwood said more and more excited, at first he just Trying to look pissed off, but then he was really, really pissed off.

That's right!Why is everyone human, you George Wood can have such an enviable body, but I, Eastwood, have such weak knees?Why! !

"You...do you think, do you think I'm willing to retire?" The football in Eastwood's hand had gone somewhere, and he took a step forward, approaching Wood, glaring at him. "I'm only 30 years old! A professional player's golden age has not yet passed, why should I retire? Do you think I am satisfied standing in the middle of the city stadium enjoying their last cheers and saying some touching bullshit? I don't want this farewell farewell! I'd rather play football for the rest of my life!"

It has completely deviated from the script script prepared in advance...

"Look at you again! Look at you again!" Eastwood grabbed Wood's skirt suddenly, opened his mouth and roared. "You have such a healthy body, it's enviable... you fucking act like shit! If I had your healthy body, do you know how hard I would train and compete, how grateful and cherished? You This bastard! Bitch! Are you laughing at me? 'Look, I have a strong and healthy body, but I act like shit on purpose, just to disgust you stupid idiot who retired at 30!' "

"I……"

Wood finally opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But in Eastwood's storm of rage, his voice was drowned out.

"Now I really want to beat you up! If I can't beat you, I want to beat you!" Eastwood pushed his hands hard, and actually pushed George Wood to the ground.His eyes were wide open, his whole body was trembling, and he clenched his fist, but in the end he didn't hit it down.

"I'm so fucked... I gave up my career because I was afraid of being injured again, so I didn't dare to continue playing football." Eastwood seemed to be drained of all his strength at once, he lowered his hands and lowered his head muttered. "I'm only 30 years old..."

He suddenly raised his head again and stared at Wood who was lying on the ground: "Do you know what it feels like to be injured there? It seems that the part below the knee doesn't belong to your body, and you can't feel anything. Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, When I think that I can't continue to play football...do you know what kind of mood it is?" Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, with a dazed expression on his face again. "By the way, why am I telling you this? Why am I telling this to a robot who's never been hurt? Am I confused?"

He shook his head, intending to turn around and walk away.

"Not only did I not grow, I was also a fool..."

"you……"

Wood got up from the ground, and said with some helplessness: "How about...you beat me, if this...this will make you... feel better..."

Eastwood turned sharply and rushed in front of him, almost yelling in his face: "What is this? A winner's sympathy for a loser? I don't need your fucking sympathy!"

He took another step back and continued to stare at Wood. "Retirement is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with you! Why are you sympathizing with me here? You bastard! What is your expression? What do you look like when you see a poor idiot? Do you think I It's sad, isn't it? Ah, I know, I know what you're thinking - he can't play football, how pathetic..."

"No, I didn't..."

"Shut up! So what if you retire? So what if you can't play football? I'm the coach now, be careful, bastard! If you dare to continue this kind of shit performance, next time I will be in front of the whole team Calling you a scum! Do you think I can't do it?" Eastwood sneered suddenly, "I've been seeing you unhappy, you better not let me take the opportunity, boy."

After putting down these harsh words, Eastwood left the training ground as if flying.If he doesn't leave, he is afraid that tears will come out of his eyes.

He really hated Wood, not because he hurt him with a shovel, but why Wood had such a healthy and strong body, but his knees were so fragile... He hated the injustice of fate, and he hated himself for being helpless.

When he grabbed Wood's skirt and roared, deep in his heart, there was also a voice screaming unwillingly:

I want to keep playing!I want to keep playing...

Why, why do I have to retire at the age of 30?Why can't I have a healthy body like that bastard?Why...why am I talking nonsense to him here!
Eastwood, who returned to the car, did not drive away. He hung his head in the driver's seat and felt deeply tired.

At the same time, George Wood stood on the training ground, staring blankly at the football thrown to his feet by Eastwood.

(End of this chapter)