It was already November, and the number of matches in the Premier League had increased. Tang En's work remained the same. He handed all the training to Kerslake and only occasionally gave Wood some pointers. After the match against Arsenal, everyone knew how good George Wood was at marking people one-on-one. His weakness lay in his defensive positioning. Therefore, the coaching team now consciously reduced the marking practice and let Wood participate in more hoops to practice his defensive positioning. Tang En and Kerslake both agreed that George Wood was a genius in defense. As long as he trained well and participated in more competitions to accumulate experience, the kid's future was limitless.
On the other hand, Tang En also placed more attention on the future. Although Evan did not tell him a specific date for his return, Tang En calculated that it should be around the winter break. Any later and it would be useless. If he returned earlier, he did not know if Evan had finished what he had planned.
As if to verify the information Tang En had found on the internet that day, the price of Nottingham Forest's shares continued to fall. It had already fallen to nineteen pence.
He knew that Evan should make his move. No, perhaps he had already made his move.
Then, it was time for him to make his move.
Scouts were indispensable personnel in any professional football club. They were familiar with the football environment of a certain place. They had a wide range of connections, were well-informed, and had a unique eye. They were a profession that provided fresh blood for the team.
It cost a lot of money to support a scout. The expenses were not only the scout's salary, but also transportation, accommodation, equipment, and even the funds to bribe the player's family. Forest, in the midst of an economic crisis, clearly did not have the mood to care about the scouts. As a result, quite a number of them had left. Now, there were only three left — the fifty-eight-year-old veteran scout, Ian Storey-Moore, thirty-five-year-old Dave Johnston, and forty-three-year-old Colin Hudson.
The latter two had been away for a long time and were not even natives of Nottingham. Their contact with the club was to write back from time to time to explain where they had discovered outstanding young players. They would also attach a video of that person's play, if the conditions allowed. It was almost impossible to find them in the team's training base.
The other scout, Mr. Situ More, was in charge of searching for players around Nottingham. Theoretically, he could still be seen occasionally in the training base. Tang En recalled that he had not seen Mr. Situ Lei More in Wilford ever since he became the First Team manager, even though it was said that Situ Lei More had appeared at the training base during that period of time.
The man's whereabouts were uncertain. Now that he needed his help, was he going to wait for him in the training base?
Tang En decided to look for Walker. That fellow must know Situ Raymore's phone number and home address. Since he could not find him at the club, he would call his home and pay him a visit.
He did what he thought of. Twain was not at all worried that he would bump into Collymore on the sidelines when he went to the First Team's training ground now, and then everyone would feel awkward. Because he knew that the probability of Collymore appearing on the training ground at this time was infinitely close to zero.
The team's results aren't good, and that idiot seems like he's going to give up …
When he walked to the side of the First Team's training ground, the team's training had already ended. The players were either showering and changing in the locker room or had already left the training base.
The team's training had ended when he walked to the side of the First Team's training ground. The players were either showering and changing in the changing room or had already left the training base. Tang En saw Walker standing with an old man. They did not seem to be in high spirits.
Walker saw him and said something to the old man before walking over to Tang En. Walker saw him and said something to the old man before walking over to Tang En.
"Tony, why did you think of looking for me here? I remember you haven't been here since you went to the youth team. "
"Of course, you know … I don't want to see Collymore. But I'm here today to look for you. Des, do you know Ian Situ Lei Moore's phone number and home address? "Twain asked.
Walker froze for a moment when he heard Tang En say the name. He then smiled and said, "You came at the right time, Tony." He used his eyes to signal Tang En to look at the old man behind him. "Do you see him?"
"Who is he?" Tang En asked doubtfully.
"The person you're looking for. Mr. Ian Situ More, the team's chief scout."
"Ah? Thank God! "Tang En clapped his hands. What a coincidence! He appeared in front of him when he needed him. "Thank you too, Des." He patted Walker's shoulder and walked over to the old man.
"Hey, Tony, but …" Tang En continued walking as if he did not hear Walker's words. Walker sighed as he looked at his back. "Forget it …"
Situ Lei More saw a young man walking towards him with a smile on his face. Is he going to shake hands? So, he extended his hand as well.
"Mr. Situ Lei More, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Tony Tang En, the manager of the youth team." Tang En introduced himself.
"I've heard of you, Mr. Tang En." More nodded and spoke slowly.
At 58 years old, he had a head full of white hair. His face was crisscrossed with wrinkles. His eyes, which had discovered countless young talents, were sunken deep into their sockets. They were not very clear under the twilight, but Tang En could occasionally see a glimmer of light in the darkness.
"Why are you looking for me?" More asked slowly.
Tang En smiled. "It's like this. I'd like to ask Mr. More to help me find someone …"
Before he could finish, More shook his head and rejected his request. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Tang En. I've decided to retire. "
"What?" Tang En thought he had heard wrong.
Walker walked up from the side and sighed. "Mr. More came looking for me to talk about this matter. I wanted to persuade him to change his mind, but it doesn't seem possible now … "He shrugged helplessly.
"But …" Tang En looked Situ Lei More up and down. "But your body still looks great. It's no worse than those professional players!"
More smiled slightly. "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Tang En. If you're referring to those professional players now …" He pointed to the Forest players who had come out of the locker room in the distance and were walking towards the parking lot in twos and threes. "I think I can even run better than them. But here … "He pointed to his heart." I'm tired. "
Tang En understood. It was another person who had been knocked down by the Forest team's continuous bad results and the darkness of the unseeable future. What more could he ask for when faced with this old man who had contributed to the team for more than 30 years? He could say here, "Don't worry, Mr. More. I'll soon be the master here. By then, the Forest team's future will be bright "?
He could not, because he himself did not know what would happen in the future … No, perhaps it should be said that in the next few years, he knew the fate of some people and some things that would happen. But he did not know his own fate in the future. He did not even know tomorrow's fate.
"Did Mr. Chairman agree?" Tang En was not willing to let this experienced veteran scout leave just like that. He wanted to personally keep him.
More nodded. "Yes, he agreed for me to retire."
What was this bastard Evan doing? This kind of person was the club's treasure. He should be firmly held onto. How could he let him go? Tang En cursed in his heart. Then he looked up at More. He was not willing to give up just like that.
"Mr. More, since you've decided to retire, can I ask you to help me find someone in my personal capacity?"
More looked at Tang En and then said, "To be able to make Mr. Tang so persistent … I also want to meet someone."
Did this count as a yes? Tang En smiled. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Situ Lei More. On it was the name of the person he was looking for.
"Eastwood?" More read the name on it. "Only this? Nothing else? Is this his surname or first name? "
"It's his surname … Uh, I can't remember his first name." Tang En did not lie. This person's surname could be translated into Chinese, which was why he remembered it: Dongmu — Eastwood. As for the first name, he really could not remember it.
"Mr. Tang En, there are tens of thousands of people with the surname Eastwood in Britain — men, women, adults, children, the elderly … Even your hometown is called Eastwood." More shook his head. This kind of job was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He was a little tempted to refuse.
Tang En hurriedly added, "I have some other relevant information. I believe it can be of some help to you, Mr. More. He used to be a player in West Ham United's youth team. Around … around last season. But I've checked online. West Ham doesn't have this person now. I don't know where he went. "
Tang En knew about this person before he transmigrated. But that was because of a coincidence. He had never heard of this person's name before. When he searched for Gareth Bale's playing videos on the famous foreign video website YouTube, he found a video compilation of several young players with great potential. It was called "Best Young Players Outside The Premiership," which was "The best young players outside the Premier League." Among them was this person. Later on, he specifically looked for his stats in FM 07, and the results gave him a huge shock. It was completely unexpected. That kid was very, very outstanding. As a striker, several of his key stats were above 17. It had to be known that the maximum value for a certain stat in the game was 20!
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