While the British media was sharpening their knives for the fan unrest and the war of words between the two clubs, Tang En was in an Indian restaurant with Evan Doughty and Allan Adams, eating horrible Indian food, using forks and spoons to sketch out the blueprint for their future.
In fact, before meeting Allan Adams with his own eyes, Tang En's only impression of him was that he had kept everyone in the dark about his beautiful stock acquisition plan, including himself and Evan's father. Therefore, before the two of them met, he had always thought that Allan should be a fat man with a big belly, a ruddy face, and a crafty glint in his eyes, or a Jew.
When they met, he realized that the other party actually had a baby face! Golden curly hair stuck to his forehead, and freckles covered the bottom of his eyes. He looked like he was only in his twenties, but Evan introduced him to Tang En that Allan Adams was already forty-five years old!
It was unbelievable … Everyone could imagine what a forty-five-year-old doll looked like, and you could more or less understand Tang En's shock. Fortunately, Allan was already used to being looked at like this when meeting people for the first time, so he did not mind Tang En's lack of manners. He very friendly and took the initiative to shake hands with Tony. "Mr. Tony Tang En, hello. Just call me Allan. "
"Ah, hello. Allan, you can also call me Tony. "Tang En quickly snapped out of his daze and extended his hand.
Evan was very satisfied with the two's first meeting, and he gestured for everyone to sit down and chat. "This is a very authentic Indian restaurant, what would you like to order?"
His reply was two loud sneezes — Tang En turned his head and consecutively sneezed twice, thus attracting the attention of the other customers in the restaurant. "Ah … I hate curry. I'm allergic to this stuff. Why do you guys like to eat Indian food? "Tang En said a little awkwardly as he rubbed his nose.
Sitting opposite him, Evan grinned at Tang En, who had made a fool of himself, while Allan handed him a piece of tissue.
"Thank you, Allan. Next time, I'll treat you guys to Chinese food, it's much better than this! China has thousands of years of food culture, it's definitely not comparable to the Indian food that looks like … uh, that weird curry … "He wanted to say" looks like shit ", but he quickly remembered that he was in a classy restaurant, not the university cafeteria where he could joke around with his friends.
"Alright, Tony, I know what you're trying to say … We all know that you're obsessed with Chinese culture." Evan waved his hand and interrupted Tang En, then rubbed his chin and said half-jokingly. "But if you really intend to treat us, I'll have to consider inviting more people …"
"As long as you don't call the whole team over …" Twain scratched his head.
"Oh! That's a great idea! "Evan turned to look at Allen, and the two of them laughed.
"Give me a break, the Chinese food here is so damn expensive …" Twain raised his hands in surrender.
"But really, Tony. If you can get the team back to the Super League this season, I will personally pay for a Chinese meal for the whole team. How about it? "Evan looked at Tang En and said with a smile.
"From the fourth from the bottom of the league, to rise to the Super League within half a season … this is very challenging." Tang En frowned.
"If it wasn't challenging, I wouldn't have looked for you, Tony." Evan's words made Tang En feel comfortable. That's right, he liked the feeling of being trusted.
So, his furrowed brows relaxed again. "You're right, Evan. I like a challenge. And … this is not the only goal in my plan. " He emptied his right hand and stuck out his thumb. Then, he began to count his fingers. "English Premier League qualification, next season's UEFA Europa League qualification, EFL Cup champion, or FA Cup runner-up … I want them all."
Looking at the three fingers that Tang En stretched out, and then at his confident expression, Evan and Allen were stunned. They looked at each other, and then Evan shook his head at Tang En. "Tony, you're crazier than I thought."
Tang En liked the expressions on the two men's faces, and he laughed heartily. This once again attracted dissatisfied looks from the surrounding guests.
Seeing Tang En's proud smile, Allen also nodded and said, "Indeed, it's crazier than our plan."
Hearing Allen's words, Tang En stopped laughing and then asked him, "Speaking of which, what exactly is your plan?"
Evan looked at Allen, and Allen coughed. Then, he revealed the mystery to Tang En. "Tony, you should know about G14, right?"
With a clang, the spoon in Tang En's hand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. This successfully attracted the attention of the surrounding guests for the third time, as well as the "special attention" of the restaurant's waiters. A dark-skinned Indian young man dressed in a red waiter's uniform walked up. He intended to remind this guest to pay attention and not affect the other guests' meals.
But before he could open his mouth, Tang En bent over to pick up the spoon from the ground and stuffed it into his hand. "Great, I was just about to call you. Can you change it for me? This fell to the ground. Thank you! "
The young waiter gloomily took the spoon and went back. On the other side, Evan and Allen were desperately suppressing their desire to laugh. They pursed their lips tightly and their faces were red. The laughter seemed to come from the depths of their throats.
Tang En knew he had been fooled by the two men working together. "I think your plan is the one that's' crazy. '"
Allen gently shook the spoon. "No, no, Tony. When G14 was first established, that organization seemed difficult to enter, but it's different now. The club that applies to join only needs to meet the following three conditions: a glorious and long history, a strong economic foundation, and a relatively high position in the current league in the country where it is located. Then, with better social relations, there's no problem. With these three conditions, Forest has a long and glorious history. We're one of the five oldest football clubs in the world, and we've won two UEFA Champions League titles in a row. Even Chelsea can't compare to such results. "
Tang En nodded in agreement. Chelsea may be rich now, but why would most people still call them "nouveau riche"? Because compared to their current wealth, their achievements in history were pitifully poor. Until now, there were only a few teams in Europe that could defend their UEFA Champions League title: Real Madrid, Benfica, F.C. Internazionale Milano, Ajax, FC Bayern Munich, Liverpool, and Nottingham Forest.
"I really didn't expect you to know so much about football, Allen." While Tang En agreed with Allen's opinion, he was also surprised that he could speak freely on the topic of football.
Allen shook his head. "Tony, you know … although I'm American, I'm now working for Nottingham Forest Football Club. Naturally, I have to understand the situation in detail. That's my own professional conduct. Evan wouldn't hire a fool who knows nothing about football to help him work, right? If that's the case, Evan himself would be a fool. "
Tang En could hear the dissatisfaction in Allen's words, so he apologized. "I'm really sorry, I was just a little … uh, a little surprised." Coincidentally, the waiter brought him a new spoon and helped him out of the predicament.
Allen shrugged. "It's okay. As an American, I'm always asked this question in this country: 'God! Do Americans know about football? 'I'm used to it. Let's continue. Where were we? "
"G14, with a glorious and long history." Evan hinted from the side. Then, he took the opportunity while Allen was explaining the plan to Tang En to call the waiter over and order a few representative Indian dishes.
"That's right. Forest already has a glorious history. We definitely meet the requirements for this." Allen continued, "And the strong economic foundation seems to be as far away as from here to New Delhi. But this is my job."
Tang En nodded and interrupted, "You're in charge of making money."
"There's also public relations. Good relationships require excellent public relations work. And this kind of public relations is not just for the big shots in European football. Our public relations is comprehensive. But it's very troublesome to explain. In any case, this is within the scope of my job. I'll be the one to worry about it. As for you, Tony. "Allen looked at Tang En and said," You're the key to this plan. A strong economic strength, a good club's finances, as well as a worldwide reputation, the qualifications to be on an equal footing with those big shots … All of these require the completion of a condition — the foundation of an excellent team's results. You're right, Tony. A team that doesn't play in England's top league will not be able to gain the favor of top sponsors, nor will it be able to obtain a larger market share. A team that can't obtain glory will not have the opportunity to speak to those big shots on an equal footing. If you want to enter G14, if you want to earn more money … there's no way. "Allen threw down his spoon and shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. He was done speaking.
There was a short silence between the three of them.
Tang En was deeply attracted by this grand plan. Wasn't this the goal that he had dreamed of? A broader stage, higher glory, continuous victory after victory. Cheers! Louder cheers! Trophies! More trophies! Bringing Forest back to the top of the world!
His Adam's apple choked. His mouth was dry from the excitement of such a fascinating future.
"This … is really … crazy … a plan that can't get any crazier …" he said intermittently.
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