champion godfather

Chapter 919
Tottenham Hotspur accepted the fax of Nottingham Forest's offer for Michael Dawson, the "Nottingham Evening Post" which was just published this morning and still smelled of ink, and the resignation letter written by Martin O'Neill himself. Something was placed on Evan Dalgety's desk together, making his brain unable to react for a while.

The fax was sent for him by his secretary Miss Lucy, along with a good morning kiss, a very intimate contact beyond the relationship between the club chairman and the secretary.The evening post was later brought by his old friend Alan Adams, and the resignation letter was submitted by Martin O'Neill himself. The person who wants to resign is still standing in this room waiting for the approval of the club chairman Woolen cloth.

It's only two days since O'Neill and Evan Dalgety blew up.

Negotiating with Tottenham to buy Dawson was in Dalgety's plan. They bought a central defender in his prime for a very small price. Evan Dalgety thinks this deal Well done, happy about it, and dishonest with Miss Lucy at the same time.Allen took the newspaper and knocked on his office door, scaring him badly.If his wife found out about his relationship with Lucy, his family would be finished.

When Lucy tidied up her clothes and opened the door for Allen, Allen was still interested in watching the figure who was walking away with his butt twisted.Then he handed the newspaper to Evan without saying a word.

Evan saw a photo of O'Neill on it, as well as an interview.The headline is catchy, and it explains why Allen knocked on his door, risking his affair.

"Martin O'Neill: I'm Not Happy Here! "

Before Evan understood what was wrong with him, O'Neill also knocked on his office door.

When Evan was about to ask O'Neill what the interview meant, the other party had already put the things in his hand on Evan's desk.

"Resign?"

Evan thought he had read it wrong, so he picked it up and took another look, then looked up at the Northern Irishman standing in front of him.

O'Neal stood in front of Evan and said very seriously: "I think it is completely impossible to implement my plans and ambitions here. I don't get enough respect here, and you don't seem to need a head coach. So I think breaking up is The best solution."

"You can't do this!" Evan yelled.He never expected that O'Neill would do such a thing, resign?How dare he!He has only been in office for two months, and he is about to resign... What do you think of me, the chairman of the club?

"Of course I can do this." As an "old coach" who has been in British football for more than 20 years, O'Neill is not stupid. "In the contract we signed, you didn't write how much you would pay me if you fired me midway, so I don't have to pay you if I resign, Mr. Chairman. It's fair."

Since there is no need to pay liquidated damages, O'Neill has no scruples.

In fact, the decision to resign was made after he had a big fight with Evan Dalgety that day.That's why he exploded when he was being interviewed—I'm leaving anyway, so do you care what you think of me?Say what should be said and what should not be said, and I can count my anger!
"This...it's not about money, Mr. O'Neill. You are the head coach of the team. The league is about to start. You resign now..."

"Resigning now is for the sake of the team. At this time, you still have time to find another head coach. If you wait until the league starts, it will be difficult, Mr. Chairman." O'Neill said "Mr. Chairman", but it sounded more like It's hitting Evan Dougherty, the club president, in the face.

Evan Dalgety was completely intimidated by the determination shown by Martin O'Neill. Holding the resignation letter in his hand, he opened his mouth and looked at O'Neill, not knowing what to say.Alan Adams sat on the sofa without saying a word, like a bystander watching a play.

"I hope the club agrees to my resignation application." O'Neill reiterated his intention to come to Evan. "There is no possibility of further cooperation between us."

As it is now, even if Evan disagrees, so what?He finally paid the price for his arbitrariness-the head coach he had worked so hard to find resigned on his own initiative and gave him a loud slap in the face.Within two months, he lost two head coaches in a row. Perhaps he should think about whether this is because the head coaches are too keen on power, or is he too stupid?
After a moment of silence, Evan stood up and extended his hand to O'Neill: "Thank you for everything you have done for the club, Mr. O'Neill. I agree with your resignation application."

O'Neill smiled: "Goodbye, Mr. Chairman." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the office without even looking at Alan Adams who was sitting next to him.

After watching O'Neill go out, Evan Dalgety sat down slowly and looked at Alan Adams who was sitting on the sofa without speaking.

"Who should we find as the head coach now?" Allen asked, spreading his hands.

"Only God knows." Evan murmured weakly, this morning was too much for him.

"There are not many successful coaches who are unemployed at home. This is not a good time to find a coach..."

"Then go dig it!" Evan suddenly became excited, "Dig me one from another club!" He crumpled up O'Neill's resignation letter and threw it into the trash can.

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People who were more surprised than Evan Dalgety were the players and coaches. When O'Neill stood in front of them with a smile and said that he had resigned, everyone looked at him in disbelief.I thought he was joking, but the problem is that Mr. O'Neill is not a person who likes to joke, he is not the same as Tony Twain.

"Thank you for your support in the past two months." O'Neill said goodbye to the players with a smile. "Although my relationship with the top management of the club is not very good, it is very pleasant to get along with you. You are all lovely. I have coached for myself. Such a team to be proud of, even though it's only been two short months."

"I'm sorry I can't continue to lead you, I wish you good luck."

Then he hugged and said goodbye to the assistant coach, fitness coach, goalkeeper coach and first team coach one by one.

Chris Lark was still a little dazed, Tony left, and Martin also left, what's wrong?We're all gone, what shall we do?What about Nottingham Forest?Is such a team that just won the Triple Crown going to disappear from time to time?
While hugging O'Neill, he asked a question: "Is your resignation because of Tony, Mr. O'Neill?"

He was worried that Tony's influence was too great, making it impossible for O'Neal to let go of his work here.

Shaking his head, O'Neill cleared up the "grievance" for Twain: "It has nothing to do with him. My relationship with the club chairman and business executive is not very good, David. They have their position, and I have mine. It's a pity that we You are a good assistant coach, and you can be a good head coach in the future, thank you for your help, David. The new coach is here, help him like you helped me and Tony, hope he can be in the future What you do here... is longer." He looked into the distance and sighed softly.

Waving goodbye one last time, O'Neal turned and walked away from the stunned team.

The reporters who heard the news had already blocked the gate of Wilford base.This group of dogs has a good nose, and they all knew it just after he had a showdown with the club.As if there were no secrets in front of them.

When the reporters saw O'Neill coming out, they squeezed away the security guards and rushed up.

Countless microphones barely reached O'Neill's mouth, and the cameras were all aimed at him.

"Mr. O'Neill, I heard that you resigned? Is this true?"

"Coach O'Neill, can you tell me the reason for your sudden resignation? This is too surprising... You have only been here for two months!"

"Hey, Martin! Martin! It is said that you have conflicts with the club executives? Can you disclose what kind of conflicts?"

"Did the Pepe move lead to this resignation?"

"Maybe it's Michael Dawson... Don't you like Dawson?"

"Tony Twain also resigned suddenly. Have you two been in contact? Is your resignation related to him?"

"Can you tell me where your next stop is?"

"Did the top management of Nottingham Forest really seriously interfere with the head coach's signing work as you said in the interview?"

"Can you comment on Evan Daugherty?"

"Has your resignation been approved by the club?"

Except for the loud inquiries of the reporters and the sound of pressing the shutter, nothing else could be heard at the scene.Everyone shouted at the top of their voices, for fear that O'Neill in the crowd would not hear.

But O'Neill was not interested in answering their questions. He stopped in front of his car door, turned to the enthusiastic reporters and said: "My resignation has been approved, and I have nothing to say about it. Those who have helped me in the past two months, and I want to clarify that this has nothing to do with Tony Twain, the resignation is my own decision, and has nothing to do with anyone else. If you still want to ask anything, please save it and ask the club. I'm sure they will announce a press conference soon."

After speaking, he opened the door and got in, closed the window, and started the car.Under the siege and interception of the reporters, he slowly opened the door.

The reporters stopped after a few steps.As O'Neill said, the club will definitely hold a press conference, and save their questions for that time.

Pierce Bruce didn't expect that O'Neill's decision to resign was so resolute and decisive. He watched the black car going away behind the crowd, not knowing where the future of Nottingham Forest lies.

How did things become like this?A master of the king who was so powerful in Europe and established a reputation all over the world, it has changed in just two months, and it has become unrecognizable to its original appearance.

If you want to trace the source... it seems that there is only one person.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Tony Twain's number.

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When Tang En's mobile phone in the restaurant downstairs rang, he was studying the list of English players of all the Premier League teams in the upstairs study.One of the two 24-inch monitors connected to the computer is playing the game video. He needs to use the computer to compile and edit those video clips to make the collection he needs, and then burn it into a CD, label it, and put it in the cabinet by category. to go.Look up without looking like a headless chicken.

Staring at the TV screen for a long time to study game videos, or reading books and notes, made Tang En a little short-sighted. He wore black-rimmed glasses and poked his head to observe the performance of several targets very intently. There were some things that needed special attention. He would press the pause button, then lower his head and record the time with a pen in his notebook for later editing.

He was watching so intently that he didn't even hear the first time the phone rang downstairs.

After the sound disappeared, he suddenly realized whether there was something ringing just now...

He turned his head and listened, but didn't hear anything. Just as he shook his head, thinking that he had been too busy recently and had an auditory hallucination, and then planned to continue working, the phone rang again.

When Tang Enji pulled on his slippers, walked through the long corridor on the second floor, went down the circular staircase, passed through the [-]-square-meter living room, and finally arrived at the dining room, the ringing stopped again.

"I'm really impatient." Tang En muttered and picked up the phone, wanting to see who was calling.

The missed call on the screen shows the caller's name: 007.

Tang En was too lazy to type some people's names. To him, English names were still not as simple as Chinese names, so he would give many people replacement names. 007 refers to Pierce Brosnan because his name sounds similar to the famous 007 who played Pierce Brosnan.

A reporter from the Nottingham Evening Post, Tang En didn't know why he called him, and was hesitating whether to call back to ask, the phone in his hand vibrated again while playing music.

He finally pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Mr. Bond, why are you calling me at this time?" Tang En asked lazily, leaning on the sofa in the living room.

"I want to know the real reason for your sudden decision to leave Nottingham Forest." Bruce asked straight to the point.

This question made Tang En's face collapse. He never answered such a question, not even Bruce. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Reporter. I don't want to answer your question. If you want to interview me, please make an appointment in advance..." After finishing speaking, he was about to hang up the phone.

At this time, he heard Pierce Bruce yelling: "How long are you going to shrink your head, Tony!!"

Tang En was shocked by the sudden roar, and the phone was not hung up.

"Did you watch the news? Do you have a newspaper? Is the TV on?" Bruce continued to ask loudly after roaring.

"Not at all." Tang En looked around, there was nothing on the table, the TV was turned off, and the screen was pitch black.

"Then I'll send you a live report now!" Bruce said viciously, this may be the first time he has spoken to the King of Nottingham Forest in such a tone since he became a reporter. "Martin O'Neill has just submitted his resignation letter to the club, and I believe the club will definitely agree to his resignation application!"

Tang En was startled by this news. He thought he was dreaming, and it was a very unreal dream.

Martin O'Neill has only joined the team for two months, why did he resign?

"If you still care about Nottingham Forest, you must know why! Evan Daugherty and Alan Adams made an agreement to sell Pepe without telling O'Neal and AC Milan, and now they brought in without telling him. Michael Dawson, although the media called Dawson's arrival 'going home', it violated O'Neill's authority. So he resigned! It's that simple... Now, tell me why you decided not to renew your contract in the first place , like O'Neill, has lost confidence in the top management of the club? Tell me, Tony!"

Tang En was silent for a while, but did not answer.

"Well, I know what you're thinking. You're worried about the turmoil in the team if you say it, aren't you? You're stupid, Tony. The club is like this, and the turmoil is not entirely predictable. It will definitely come. Martin O’Neill has resigned, and Shaheen is about to move to Bayern Munich. Do you think that the team you spent countless efforts to build can be retained? The players have lost confidence in such a club executive , Pepe's departure doesn't explain the problem? He is the most loyal fighter!"

"Do you still love this team? Do you still miss every day and night of the past 11 years? Don't you feel hurt when they treat you like that at the Crimson Stadium? Don't be silent, Tony."

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Pierce Bruce was leaning on his car outside the gate of Wilford to call Dunn. The reporters around him had almost left. He yelled at the phone, but no one paid any attention to him, just treating it as another request. It's just ordinary reporters with enough space in the agency.

"Stop being silent, Tony! Tony? Tony... Hey! Hey!"

After speaking generously for a long time, Bruce found that the people over there had already cut off the phone.

"Damn it!" Angrily, he kicked his own car wheel, and the car alarm sounded non-stop, startling himself.

"Asshole!" Bruce took out the key and frantically turned off the siren.He felt really bad today.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't think so, because he is a reporter, what happened today should make his blood boil, make him want to rush back and start writing the manuscript immediately, and release this news before everyone else.

But now, as a loyal Nottingham Forest fan, he thinks it sucks.

He leaned on the car, staring at the Nottingham Forest team logo on the outer wall of the Welford training base in front of him.

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Tang En walked back to his study room, staring at the frozen video of the game on the computer screen.Coincidentally, what he was watching was the game video of Nottingham Forest last season.The person in the video is Aaron Mitchell.

He found himself completely in the mood to sit down and work.He suddenly wanted to listen to some music. At this time, perhaps only music could soothe his restless heart.

He turned on the stereo and returned to the computer amidst the sound of music.The wonderful music still can't make me calm down, something is stuck in my chest and I want to rush out.

He sat down and turned off the game video, then opened the Word document, and he remembered that he should write a column for the Evening Post.His column has been quiet since the World Cup.

But today, he wants to write, he has a lot to write, he wants to curse, he wants to be satirical, he wants to vent, and he wants to destroy something. Only in this way can the future be rebuilt.

Amidst the continuous tapping of the keyboard, James Blunt's singing voice sounded:

"...you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, it is true... But, it is time to face the truth, you and I cannot be together forever..." (song from James Brown Special "Youre_beautiful" (You are so beautiful))

(End of this chapter)