After waking up in the morning, Tang En's temples still hurt a little. He had drunk quite a bit with Walker at Burns' Forest Bar yesterday because he was in a good mood. He still remembered how the people in the bar congratulated them. Burns was also very happy because he had paid for almost all the drinks yesterday.
The only pity was that Tang En did not see Michael and the others. Perhaps they felt embarrassed and changed to another bar for the gathering.
After sitting on the bed in a daze for a while, Tang En got up to change his clothes and wash up. Later, when he was looking for breakfast in the kitchen, he saw the red note on the fridge door.
Looking at the vow to "win" on it, he sighed softly.
Tang En had already accepted himself as Forest's acting manager and the fact that he had changed from a Chinese to an Englishman. He took out a simple breakfast and placed it on the dining table. Then he went out to take out the day's newspaper from his mailbox and began to flip through it.
As an ordinary Chinese citizen, he did not have the habit of reading the newspaper during breakfast. This was entirely due to the English genes in his body. It looked like his body needed a long time to adapt to this kind of split lifestyle.
He directly flipped the newspaper to the ninth page, which was the sports section. He saw the many reports about yesterday's match. Because this was Nottingham's local newspaper, the Nottingham Evening Post, many of the pages were naturally news about Nottingham Forest's match. Tang En roughly scanned through. Most of them were descriptions of yesterday's thrilling match. Tang En was already familiar with the process of the match, but it gave him a different feeling when it was described by others. Seeing the reporters describe him as a famous handsome man, Tang En was in a good mood.
But what happened next was not so good. He did not know how the reporters found the fans who had entered the locker room. The media had mixed opinions on this matter. Some people said it was no big deal and that special circumstances had special treatment. Tony Twain was also doing it for the team's results and to inspire the players' fighting spirit, and it was very effective. Another group of media criticized Tang En's irresponsible actions. They believed that the locker room was a sacred place, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could enter. No matter what the reason was, such actions were not worthy of praise or encouragement.
Tang En scoffed at this. He did not think there was anything sacred about the locker room. The media felt that it was sacred because they could not enter, so they were full of speculation and whitewashing. Let them see with their own eyes the Forest locker room during halftime yesterday. Even a fool would not think that it was sacred.
He tossed the newspaper aside and prepared to continue his breakfast. Suddenly, he realized that the headline of another newspaper was very scary and eye-catching.
"We were raped!"
The word "rape" was enlarged and given a special treatment, with black and bold text.
Why does this sound so familiar … hmm? Wasn't that what he said at the press conference yesterday? Looking at the photo below, it was exactly how he looked when he said this at the press conference.
Ha, I'm on the cover now. Twain grinned and picked up the newspaper to read carefully. There was no substance to it. It was just about the two penalties that the referee had given yesterday.
"… Tony Twain has every reason to believe that his team was raped by the referee and the Football Association …"
Hey hey, I didn't say anything bad about the Football Association!
"From the video after the match, the two decisions were a bit far-fetched. If the final offside goal is barely acceptable, then it's a bit outrageous for Dawson's goal to be whistled as an offensive foul. "
Twain nodded. I like this tone. It was indeed outrageous, extremely outrageous.
"… Our reporter asked the Football Association's official in charge of referees, John Beck. He said that the Football Association is still studying the matter and the video of the match and can't give any answer at the moment. But he thinks that the word 'rape' is clearly not appropriate. Later, we interviewed the referee on duty, Wendt. He insisted that there was no problem with his decision … "
Twain yawned and tossed the newspaper in his hands to the side. He remembered that he still had something important to do this morning. It was a waste of time to sit here and read the newspaper.
Forty minutes later, he stood at the main entrance of the University of Nottingham Royal Hospital. It was a six-story building made of huge limestone. Two gargoyle statues stood on both sides of the main entrance. It made him feel that it did not look like a hospital, but more like a dark monastery in the Middle Ages in Europe.
Twain's so-called important matter was to come to an authoritative and trustworthy hospital for a brain examination. Ever since he took over this body that day, he had been worried about whether there would be any sequelae. In addition, it was also to make it easier for some people to shut their mouths in the future, so he chose to come to the most authoritative hospital for a checkup.
The University of Nottingham Royal Hospital had served the England national team and the Football Association before, so Twain believed in the standards here.
After passing by a screaming ambulance, Twain walked around the flower bed and up the steps into the main hall.
Standing at the registration counter, he said to the plump lady who was immersed in her work, "I want to register for a neurosurgery number. You have the best neurosurgery experts here …" He did not know which department he should look for for his problem, so he simply said a general term, "neurosurgery."
"Do you have an appointment, sir?"
"Uh, no." Twain rarely went to the hospital. He hated the atmosphere and smell there. He did not know that a brain examination also needed an appointment.
The plump lady raised her head and then froze. She then picked up the phone beside her and said, "Professor Constantine. There's a patient here who needs you … "Twain could not hear what she said after that. He felt that the plump lady seemed to be avoiding him, so he simply turned his face outside and watched the people coming and going in the main hall out of boredom.
"Sir, please go to Room 415 on the fourth floor. Professor Constantine will be waiting for you there." The plump lady handed over a piece of paper with a number printed on it.
"Thank you." Twain took the paper and turned to leave. The plump lady picked up a newspaper on the table and carefully compared it. It was the newspaper that Twain had seen during breakfast. Under the words "We were raped!" was a large photo of him.
He took the elevator to the fourth floor and found Room 415 without a hitch according to the room number. He knocked on the door, and a slightly sharp voice came from inside. "Come in."
Twain pushed the door and saw a messy office desk facing the door. A man in his fifties was immersed in his work behind the computer. Hearing the door open, he raised his head and squinted his eyes under his spectacles.
"Mr. Tony Twain?"
"How did you know?" Twain was a little surprised. He did not remember announcing his name.
The old man pulled out a newspaper from beside the computer. On it was a large photo of him and the words that could not be more familiar.
Twain rolled his eyes. However, the old man laughed heartily. "Just now, Madam Lilis told me that a patient who looked like Forest's manager came to seek treatment. To be honest, I thought she got the wrong person because she never watches Forest's matches."
Twain nodded in understanding. "Women …"
"No, she's a loyal Notts County fan." The old man walked out from behind the table and took out a disposable paper cup. "Please take a seat. Would you like some hot coffee? "
"Thank you." Twain really wanted to find a chair to sit down, but there were all kinds of information everywhere. He felt that even standing would be a problem. Not to mention sitting.
Professor Constantine also saw Twain's predicament. He placed the paper cup on the table and picked up the messy pile of papers on the sofa. He then casually placed them on another sofa. Twain had a feeling that the papers could crush the poor sofa.
The old man smiled embarrassedly. "Sorry, it's too messy."
Twain nodded in understanding. "I only have one question. How do you quickly find the information you need from this pile of papers? "
"It's all here." Constantine pointed to his head. "Those papers … uh, actually, I used them to pad the cup."
Only then did Twain realize that under the coffee cup in front of him was a piece of paper filled with formulas and numbers. He was speechless with this old man.
"Actually, I can roughly guess why you're here, Manager Twain."
"Oh?"
Constantine pulled out another newspaper from the pile of waste papers. There was a photo of Twain falling to the ground on it. Twain rolled his eyes again.
"Yes, I got hit here …" Twain touched the back of his head. "I realized that I'm completely different from before. It's as if I've become a different person."
Constantine sat at the corner of the table and looked at Twain with interest. He gestured for him to continue.
"Hmm … The me in the past, I didn't smoke or drink. My life was very regular and I didn't have any nightlife. I was quiet and not very sociable." Twain told him about the personality and habits of the Tony Twain he remembered. "You won't see me giving instructions loudly on the sidelines, nor will you see me talking so much to you. Kenny Burns said that I'm like a Puritan. Although I know I'm not, I really am. "
"Now, you're passionate and lively. You have an extroverted personality. You have rich body language and a fiery temper. You don't have a regular life. You curse, act impulsively, and don't care about the consequences. In short, you can say the exact opposite of what you just described. That's the you now, "Constantine added.
"That's right. How did you know?"
"It's very easy to draw those conclusions from your words and actions. Hmm, I've heard some interesting stories about the situation you're talking about. Someone who, after being stimulated, suddenly becomes another person. He can easily say the name of a street thousands of miles away. He can even speak in a completely foreign language. Of course, these are all interesting stories. They're not scientifically proven rumors. " Constantine rubbed his chin and smacked his lips. He then waved his hand. "Come on. Let's do a comprehensive brain examination first."
Half an hour later, Twain and Constantine sat in Room 415 again and continued the topic. The coffee had already turned cold, but no one cared. Twain didn't even take a sip.
"From the examination, the nerves in your brain are all normal. They're as good as new. It's as if you haven't been hit by any external force. I can even announce that you're a healthy, normal person, "Constantine said to Twain, holding a stack of computer analysis reports. "Of course, this is only the results of the preliminary analysis. I personally suggest that I continue to observe you. "
Twain hurriedly waved his hands. "That won't do. I have a job. I can't."
Constantine lifted his eyelids and looked at his patient over the frame of his glasses. He smiled. "Don't worry. My observation isn't to lock you in a secret room and scan you with equipment all day long. "
"Then how are you going to observe me?"
"Hmm." Constantine pushed his glasses and said seriously, "I need to see you often. So, you have to open up your work to me, including training and matches."
Twain thought of a question. "You're not thinking of watching free matches, are you?"
"Ahem! Manager Twain, you can't doubt the professional integrity of an old medical professor. "
"That won't do. How do I know you won't tell the media about our training? You know, they really want to find out about the team's internal news. "
"You also can't doubt the feelings and loyalty of a Forest fan who's been around for three generations."
Twain still shook his head. "I don't feel any headache or dizziness. There's nothing unusual at all. I just came to you to confirm. Since you said I'm normal, then I don't need to keep a neurosurgeon and neurologist by my side. It'll make the whole of England know that there's something wrong with my head. "
"Manager Twain, that's only the results of the preliminary analysis. You know that high-tech things like computers are always unreliable." Constantine was a little anxious.
Twain glanced at him. The anxious expression on the old man's face was immediately swept away. He picked up his already cold coffee and took a sip.
This old fox. Twain cursed in his heart.
"How about this. I'll allow you to come during training. But you can't appear in the manager's seat or the substitutes' bench during matches. I can find a good spot for you in the stands to make it easier for you to 'observe' me. You can't come to training anytime and anywhere. You can only come when the reporters aren't around. And you have to give me a call before you come. "
Constantine thought for a moment. "I can't do normal stands. It's too noisy there. It's not convenient for me to work. "He purposely emphasized the word" work. " "I request a seat in the box."
Don't push your luck. Twain continued to curse in his heart.
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