After a week of intermittent rain, the sky finally cleared up on Monday morning. For the United Kingdom, which was about to enter winter, such weather was especially precious, especially in a city like Nottingham, where the weather was always strange. You never knew when the sun above your head would be covered by dark clouds again, and it would start to rain pitter-patter.
Water droplets hung on the leaves by the roadside, reflecting the morning sun like diamonds left behind in the bushes. This was the best proof that it had rained for an entire night.
Tang En stood outside the chairman's office in the club's training base. Across this building was the First Team's training ground. Des Walker's roars rang out continuously, and the whistle was even more incessant. Collymore probably did not appear on the sidelines again today. The incident of him getting beaten up the day before gave him even more reason to take a day off.
Evan actually found such a useless person to be the manager. Tang En really did not know what was going through his mind.
He looked at his messy hair in the glass window. After waking up in the morning, he had casually shaved his hair a few times before leaving. Half of the collar of his shirt was exposed, while the other half was pressed inside. Luckily, the collar buttons were not wrong. He flipped the collar out and fiddled with his hair while facing the glass window. He found that a few strands were stubbornly standing upright, like the chicken feathers on the head of an Indian chief.
He looked at the glittering golden water droplets on the surrounding plants and reached out to wipe his hands on the leaves a few times. After wetting his hands, he continued shaving his hair. This was good.
Looking at his reflection in the glass window, Tang En smiled in satisfaction. It had been almost a year. He had already completely accepted this body and appearance. Looking at himself in the mirror every day, he also found it pleasing to the eye.
After finishing all this, Tang En turned and walked into the small building. He then saw a young woman walking in front of him, swaying her butt as she walked. She looked so sexy even in a navy blue business suit. The woman walked quickly past Tang En, and Tang En's gaze followed her back. That head of red curly hair danced slightly with the woman's walk, like a ball of fire.
When did the club have such a female staff member? Only then did Tang En realize that he seemed to have been away from the center of the club for too long. He was slowly becoming unfamiliar with it.
The woman swaying her butt as she walked suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Tang En. This action startled Tang En so much that he forgot to retract his gaze.
The woman did not get angry. She gave Twain a professional smile and said, "May I ask if you're Mr. Tony Twain?"
Twain nodded blankly.
"Are you here to see Mr. Doughty?"
Tang En nodded again, his gaze stopping on her chest, still forgetting to retract it. That towering mountain peak was the point where his line of sight would disappear …
'I'm sorry, but Mr Doughty is not in his office at the moment. '
"Oh … ah?" Twain finally returned to normal. He shifted his gaze to the woman's face. Her looks were above average and her figure was not bad. "Where did he go?"
The woman shook her head lightly, and the ball of flames danced again. "Mr. Doughty didn't tell me. May I ask, sir, have you made an appointment with him?"
Tang En shook his head. "No, I just … suddenly thought of looking for him. Didn't he say when he would come back? "
"No, sir. Do I need to wait in Mr. Douteague's office? "
"Sure, I'll wait for a while." Twain thought that since Kerslake was watching over the youth team, there was nothing for him to worry about in the training.
"This way please, Mr. Twain." The woman returned to lead the way, so Tang En could once again appreciate the graceful way the woman walked.
The woman brought Tang En to Doughty's office, put down a cup of water, and took her leave. Tang En called out to her.
"This … uh, this lady, I've never seen you before. May I ask, are you new here?"
The lady smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Twain. I'm Mr. Doughty's private secretary, Barbara Lucy. You can call me Barbara. "
"Miss Barbara, you're not English, are you?" Lucy spoke in American English.
"No, sir. I'm from Liverpool, but I've been living there since I studied in America. "
"Oh."
"May I ask, Mr. Twain, is there anything else?"
"Uh, I think … there's nothing else."
"Then I'll take my leave. Goodbye, Mr. Twain. "Barbara Lucy politely said goodbye to Tang En, turned around, and walked out.
Tang En watched her close the door, then shrugged. He pursed his lips and mimicked Lucy's tone as he said to himself, "Hello, sir. No, sir. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Goodbye, sir. A British robot that was exported for domestic sale? Hey! "
When Tang En was the only one left in the spacious office, he could finally take a good look at the place. There was a brand new computer on the boss's desk, instantly filling the ancient room with a modern atmosphere. There were many other changes like this, and it was already very different from the last time he saw it.
He still remembered when he had last walked in here — he had just transmigrated to Forest for a few days when he was asked to go to London for a hearing for speaking ill of the Football Association, and then here. Old Doughty said to him with a smile.
"Don't worry, Tony. The club will support you fully. "
Half a year later, the old man who had supported him had thrown the burden to his son, Evan Doughty, who had driven him on the way to London, due to health reasons.
Support me?
Now that he thought about it again, it sounded rather ironic. Support me. Did he give me a contract to become a permanent player when I led the team to five consecutive victories? Words of support for me. Have you ever made a comforting phone call to me when the team was defeated in the play-offs, and then repeated those words again?
Nothing at all.
Old man, you never really thought about my future from the start. Anyone can write an empty promise. Thinking about what I experienced in the first half of the year, I was really stupid. Led by a carrot tied to a stick, running and running without stopping … I should have patted my butt, turned around and left this place.
But …
Tang En thought of the gravestone that stood quietly in the cemetery behind the small church.
… Nottingham Forest's most loyal fan, George Wood's eternal supporter …
Old man, and Evan … Do you think I chose to stay because of my unparalleled love and loyalty to this club?
If I were alone, I could leave at any time. It's no big deal! But there are still two children here that I worry about — one is smart and quick-witted, and the other is quiet and honest. I just can't stop worrying about them. Although one has already fallen into eternal slumber, there's still one alive!
Tang En took a deep breath and calmed his emotions again.
Des Walker's angry roar flew in from the open window downstairs. "Get your f * cking spirits up! What do you think you're doing?! You can't even be compared to amateur players! "
Tang En got up and walked to the window. He lifted the curtains, intending to see what the First Team's usual training was like. In the end, what he saw made him shake his head and sigh.
Almost everyone on the training ground was listless and absent-minded. Even the team's captain, Michael Dawson, had lost his exuberant fighting spirit. His brows were deeply furrowed, and his steps were slow.
This was the Nottingham Forest he was familiar with. They couldn't even take a cold shower!
Wu Yazi laughed. "The so-called retreat is to completely immerse your mind in martial arts. In other words, you don't have to manage the chores for the next few days. What's that idiot Deaf Moer doing? Tang En smashed his fist against the wall.
I've worked so hard to restore the team's fighting spirit and confidence. You f * cking torment me, making the team go back to square one night!
Looking at the scene on the training ground, Tang En really wanted to rush up and kick the professional players' butts one by one. They weren't as likable as the youths in the youth team.
Des Walker roared a few words, then helplessly stopped his futile efforts. The team was currently sixth from the bottom. They hadn't won for eight consecutive matches, and their morale couldn't be any lower. Even Forest's shares had been affected, plummeting in the stock market. What could he, an assistant manager, do?
That fellow Bowyer was really lucky. He'd kept his last best memory of Nottingham Forest in his heart. He didn't have to see such an infuriating Nottingham Forest!
Tang En didn't want to watch any longer. He'd waited for so long, but Evan still hadn't appeared. Who knew where he'd gone? Perhaps he was hiding on purpose, unwilling to see Tang En!
Tang En, who pushed open the door, nearly bumped into Miss Barbara Lucy. Fortunately, he dodged quickly enough, or he would've been scalded by the steaming cup of coffee.
"Ding dong! Crash! " The ceramic cup fell to the floor and shattered into pieces with a crisp sound. The fragrant black coffee spilled all over the floor.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Tang! I didn't burn you, did I? I didn't dirty your clothes, did I? "Miss Lucy cried out in panic. She was at a loss of what to do, and even her voice changed pitch.
Tang En smiled. "Of course I'm fine. It's just a pity about that cup of coffee … Did you send it to me?"
"Yes, sir. I was worried that you'd waited too long … "
Lucy squatted on the floor to pick up the broken pieces. Tang En also bent over to help.
"It's alright. I've already decided to leave." Tang En placed the broken pieces of the cup into the tray, then clapped his hands and stood up.
Lucy, who was still squatting on the floor, was a little surprised. "You're not going to continue waiting, Mr. Tang? Perhaps Mr. Doughty will be back soon? "
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