Tang En scratched his head. "Have we arrived at the refugee zone of the early 1990s?"
Mo Er pointed at the long yellow station wagon and introduced, "A modern caravan, a lifestyle without a fixed residence. Mr. Tang En, the Freddy Eastwood you're looking for is such a Gypsy. "
"This … sounds like a fantasy novel." Tang En laughed dryly. "Does he know divination? A sparkling magic crystal ball, a mysterious hut with its half-closed door curtains … "
Mo Er shook his head. "He doesn't. But … "
"But?"
"It's said that his wife knows — she's also a Gypsy."
Looking at everything in front of him, Tang En already did not know what to say. He was here to find the sorcerer in the game, not a Gypsy living in a caravan with his wife, living a life apart from mainstream society …
The white curtains in the third window from the left swayed a little. Mo Er reminded Tang En, who was still in a daze. "It seems that the sound of our conversation has awakened the owner here, Mr. Tang En."
"Ah? What … "
Tang En's question was interrupted by the squeaking sound of the door opening.
A girl with messy hair wearing pink pajamas and a black fur coat — Tang En really could not say that it was a woman in front of him because she looked too young — poked her head out of the car.
"Gentlemen, are you here to buy a car?" The girl's voice was very clear, like the chirping of birds in the morning.
"Buy a car?" Tang En thought he had heard wrong.
Mo Er's slow and deep voice rang in his ear again. "He's now joined a local amateur team. When he's not training or competing, he helps his father sell used cars."
Tang En glanced at Mo Er. "Mr. Mo Er, what else do you know about him? Can you tell me all at once?"
Just as Mo Er was about to speak, the girl jumped out of the car and stood barefoot on the grass in the early winter morning. She looked at the two visitors curiously. "It seems that you're not here to buy a car, nor do you look like you're here for divination. Could it be that you're sent by old man Boris? "
"Who's Boris?" Tang En did not understand. He felt that he really should not have gone out today. What was going on?
"Local councilor." Moore continued to explain, "They publicly condemned him for building his house in the community green belt as illegal, and called on the relevant departments to investigate this matter."
"Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Moore." Twain nodded. He had completely lost his temper.
"You're welcome, Mr. Twain."
"But … I don't think you're from the government." While Twain and Moore were talking, the girl was observing them. "So, what are you guys doing here?" She pulled out a deck of cards from nowhere and played with them in her hands. Tang En's attention was attracted by her outstanding skills in playing cards.
What kind of people were in this family?
Just then, he heard a series of 'puff' sounds behind him, followed by a loud male voice. "Hey, Thermim! Is there a guest? Are they here to buy a car or are they here for your divination? Is the baby awake? Have you fed him? Oh, go back quickly, you haven't put on your shoes! "
The sudden voice sounded like a machine gun. He spoke very quickly and his words were not very clear. Tut tut tut, tut tut tut … Tang En did not even have time to hear what he said before it was over.
He and Moore turned around and saw a man's head appear above the bushes. "Oh my god, he's really tall!" Tang En exclaimed. Even though the bushes were not tall poplar trees, they were still taller than a person. This man looked even taller than the bushes. Could he be the second Yang Kohler? No, he remembered that this man was not tall in the game …
"Mr. Twain, actually …" Moore corrected Tang En. "He can't be this tall. You think he's tall because …"
Eastwood looked at the two strangers in front of him and shook his head curiously. He then walked out from behind the bushes.
"… because he's riding a horse."
Seeing Eastwood "walk out", Tang En could only hear the sound of something breaking in his head.
Moore was right. This man was riding on the back of a black horse! The horse swung its tail and snorted.
"God … have I arrived at the Middle Ages?" Tang En let out a mournful whine. He would probably never forget what he saw today for the rest of his life — Tang En's medieval fantasy journey!
The Romani couple looked strangely at the man who was grabbing his hair, not knowing what he was doing. Just then, the sound of a baby crying rang out in the station wagon. The woman hurriedly ran back while the man jumped down and led the horse to the back of the forest and tied it to a tree. After doing this, he walked back to the station wagon and sat down on a chair by the door, sizing up the two men.
Tang En finally recovered from his frenzy. He walked forward and coughed before introducing himself. "Hello, Freddy. I'm … uh, I'm … "He was stuck. Should he say what his identity was?
"It doesn't matter who you are, sir." Eastwood casually sat on the chair and shook his head. "What's important is the purpose of you coming here."
"Freddy, do you want to play professional football?" Tang En went straight to the point.
This sentence attracted Eastwood's attention. He stared at Tang En intently. After a long time, he suddenly slapped his thigh and stood up from the chair. He pointed at Tang En and shouted, "I remember now! You're Nottingham Forest's … the one! "
Tang En nodded. "It's just as you think. I'm the one." It was a good way to address each other. It saved everyone a lot of trouble.
Eastwood snorted. "Whose fault is it that I was chased out by West Ham United? You guys still have the nerve to look for me. Are you planning to make me work for you? "
Hearing him say this, Tang En touched his nose a little awkwardly. Wood had indeed done something wrong. But if not for that foul, how could he have discovered Wood's best position? If the person in front of him had not been injured, perhaps he would not have fallen to the point of having to play for an amateur team. But if not for that, how could they possibly have the chance to meet face to face today?
This was karma ….
When Tang En saw him, he was certain that this person was the awesome Freddy Eastwood from his memory. He had a slender figure, a fair face, and brown hair. He completely matched the face in his memory. In the 06-07 EFL Cup, it was this person's direct free kick that helped the team he played for eliminate the powerful Manchester United.
Now, Tang En's only worry was that he did not know the reason why this person was given up by West Ham United in his memory. Was it because West Ham thought he had no potential, or was it because of an injury? Did George Wood's foul on him affect his future ability? Was the Eastwood standing in front of Tang En the same Eastwood that defeated Manchester United?
Eastwood was still grumbling incessantly when his wife appeared behind him with a child in her arms. She coughed and said, "Don't make excuses for yourself, Freddy. Haven't you always wanted to play professional football? Now your chance has come. "
Eastwood was immediately silenced.
Then, the woman smiled at Tang En. "I'm sorry, sir. That injury was a huge blow to Freddy … "
Tang En nodded apologetically. "He had every reason to do so. For that matter, the person who should say sorry is me."
Eastwood's wife continued, "After Freddy's leg recovered, he wanted to give up football for a time and focus on helping his father with the car business. I advised him to try his luck at other clubs, but he went to Charlton … "
As his wife recounted the past, Eastwood sat on a chair and looked up at the sky, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"But the people at Charlton heard that Freddy had just broken his leg a few months ago and did not even give him a minute's chance."
These were all caused by Eastwood. Although it had little to do with Tang En, he still took the responsibility. "I'm very sorry, Madam … So we're here to find him now, hoping to help him make up for this regret." With that, he looked at Eastwood and quietly waited for the other party's answer.
"Freddy!" The wife raised her voice and called her husband's name.
He finally lowered his head and looked at Tang En. "We Romani pay attention to fair trade when doing business. Since you specially came all the way from Nottingham to find me, it shows your sincerity. So, I also have to show my ability. Otherwise, you'll definitely still be worried about whether I can play football after my right leg is broken. "
Tang En smiled. "No, I'm not worried …"
"In the afternoon, watch my match at the Recreation Stadium!"
It was a match in the southern division of the amateur league. Although it was said to be a match at the Recreation Stadium, it was actually just a normal football field with a small grandstand made of steel frames. Tang En had once lamented outside the Bernabéu Stadium that the Forest team's home ground was like a middle school field when compared to Real Madrid's home ground. But now, the Recreation Stadium in front of him was a hundred percent a middle school field.
Almost everyone stood at the edge of the field to watch the game. There were no billboards that could enclose the football field, no television broadcast, no large number of news reporters, no locker rooms … There was nothing.
Looking at the environment of the game, Tang En felt pity for Eastwood. At the same time, the regret in his heart deepened.
"Stimson is a good man. When I didn't have a ball to play, he let me come to Grace Athletic. Even though it's an amateur game, I can always maintain my form and feel for the ball. I think he'll be very happy to see me play professionally again. To repay him, I'll score a lot of goals in this game. " Eastwood said that to Tang En before the game, as if scoring goals was a very simple thing for him, as if he could score as many goals as he wanted.
Now, he was standing in the center circle of the field, preparing to kick off.
"What do you think, Mr. Moore?" Tang En asked the thoughts of the former chief scout of the Forest Club, who was beside him.
"I've never seen his matches, Mr. Tang En," Moore answered honestly. "But the cheers around the stadium shouting his name should be able to explain something."
Tang En smiled. "I think so too."
The game had only gone on for 50 minutes, but Tang En could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He really saw it. He saw the Freddy Eastwood that was exactly the same as the one in FM! The genius who could shoot 18 times, pass 17 times, penalty kick 19 times, technique 18 times, dribble 17 times, long shot 16 times, talent 18 times, explosiveness 17 times, balance 17 times, and speed 15 times!
The spectators around the Recreation Stadium shouted Eastwood's name loudly, worshipping him like a god!
He had already scored six goals in 50 minutes! Penalty kicks, free kicks, long shots, grabbing the ball in front of the goal, dribbling past the goal and shooting! He had demonstrated almost all the ways to score, as if to show Tang En his shooting ability.
Tang En said to Moore, who was beside him, amid the cheers, "What do you think now, Mr. Moore?"
"As you said, Mr. Tang En. He's a genius. "Moore's expression finally changed a little, and he replied with a slight smile. Clearly, the performance of the Romani forward had also conquered the picky old scout.
"He's only 20 years old!" Tang En followed the surrounding people to applaud Eastwood. "He shouldn't belong in such a simple stadium. He shouldn't belong in a game without television coverage and reporters! We must sign him. He'll become a sharp knife in the Forest Team's forward line! "
"I agree, but I still have a question, Mr. Tang En."
"Hmm?"
"Signing new players seems to be the job of the First Team manager."
Tang En turned to look at the old scout standing beside him. "You can see me as the future Forest First Team manager." He saw a flash of light in the old man's sunken eyes. "Mr. Moore, are you going to reconsider your decision to retire?"
"No, Mr. Tang En. I won't take back my decision."
Hearing Moore's words, Tang En was a little disappointed. It still wouldn't work … This old man was really stubborn!
"But … you can ask me for help in your personal capacity, Mr. Tang En, just like this time." Old Moore remained expressionless, but Tang En seemed to see an old man smiling at him.
Cheers rang out again. Eastwood had scored again.
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