"This … I'll have to ask Mr. Chairman." Tang En had just finished speaking when his phone rang. He looked at the number and saw that it was Chairman Doughty.
"Sorry, I have a call …" He pointed to the door. Constantine nodded.
Tang En walked out and pressed the answer button. "Mr. Chairman, what can I do for you?"
Doughty's aged voice rang from the other end of the phone. "Tony, I haven't congratulated you on yesterday's game. Even though we lost, you and the boys did a good job. "
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman. It's just my job."
"You're still so humble. That's right, Tony. Although I think your move at halftime yesterday was beautiful. But I still have to remind you that the locker room is a very special place. Don't let the fans enter. You know, this is a football tradition. We are the third oldest football club in England, so we have to value this tradition. "
"Yes, I know."
Doughty laughed. "Yesterday's game was really exciting. Do you know? I haven't seen a game like that for a long time. Don't worry, your position will be stable until the end of this season. I'll still say the same thing. I won't give you any pressure. I'll do what you want. I like you, Tony. "
"Thank you, Mr. Chairman. I'm flattered." Tang En remembered Constantine's conditions, so he told Doughty about it, hoping to get the chairman's opinion.
"Tony, you're the manager of the team. Our Forest Football Club is not a listed company like Manchester United. Although we're also listed, we still focus on football. Under me, you're the biggest. You have the right to decide these things. You don't have to ask me. If you think it's appropriate, you can do it. "
These words reassured Tang En. After thanking and greeting Chairman Doughty again, he hung up the phone. Pushing the door open, he found Constantine still holding the cup of coffee and smiled at him. "Well, I agree to your conditions, Professor Constantine. VIP box, season tickets for a season of home games. "
A bright smile appeared on the old man's face.
"But don't be too happy too early. I have my conditions too." Tang En stretched out his right index finger. "This is the best hospital, right?"
Constantine said proudly, "Although I can't say it's the best in England, it's definitely in the top ten."
"That's great. It's like this, the club's First Team currently only has two professional doctors, and the one thing you don't lack is doctors here. I hope you can help me contact a few doctors through your personal connections. "
"That's not a problem. You can choose any intern every year …"
"No, I don't want young interns. If I let them damage my players, who am I going to look for? I need an experienced doctor, an expert in sports injuries. "
Constantine furrowed his brow.
Tang En observed the changes in his expression and then said, "If you can't do it, then all our previous agreements will be invalid."
"Oh no, no. Wait a moment … I remember there are a few old men who have just retired, maybe … "
"Are you an expert?"
"Although they are not professors, but … but I can guarantee that their standards are definitely better than any of the doctors in your team! They have a wealth of clinical experience. You know … an experienced clinician earns more than a professor who specializes in academic research like me. Their status is also higher. " "I can help you contact them. I'm old friends with them. I'm sure they'd be happy to work for their favorite team."
Tang En chuckled and said, "That's great. It's a pleasure working with you, Professor Constantine. "He held out his hand.
Constantine also held out his hand, but he was still muttering reluctantly, "You're the devil … It's a pleasure working with you!"
Since Doughty said he could decide many things in the club, then Tang En did not hesitate to exercise this authority. He knew what injuries meant to professional players. With an excellent doctor, the impact could be minimized. Everyone who played games knew that the club had a few "miracle doctors" who could reduce the chances of players getting injured. Even if they were injured, they could greatly reduce the time needed to recover. He planned to do well in the Forest team, so he naturally had to do his best in all aspects and fight to stay in the club as an official manager next season. As for his future path … he had not had time to plan it. In short, if he did well here, then he would not be too bad no matter where he went in the future.
The two signed a concise agreement and shook hands. That was the end of it.
Because of the benefits, Constantine personally sent Tang En downstairs. After all, they would often be working together in the future.
The two chatted as they walked to the main door. But when they reached the main door of the hospital, they were startled.
There were many reporters outside the main door. A rough count of about a dozen people. Most of them were newspaper reporters, but there were also television reporters.
"This is …" Tang En obviously knew who the reporters were coming for. He just did not expect the British reporters to have such a keen sense of smell and such amazing news.
"Damn it! I promise it wasn't me … "Constantine hurriedly explained.
Seeing Tang En walk out from the door, the reporters immediately rushed forward. One by one, they called out "Manager Tang En" and "Mr. Tang En." A dozen microphones, interview pens, and even cell phones were stretched to his mouth. Tang En believed that as long as he opened his mouth, these things would be stuffed into his mouth.
Tang En saw their mouths open and close rapidly, but he could not clearly hear what they were saying. Because more than a dozen people were speaking at the same time, it was impossible to distinguish who was speaking.
Constantine turned his head to look for the security guard. "Where's the security guard?"
A staff member hurriedly ran up and explained in a low voice, "Professor, they said if we stop them, they'll sue us for obstructing the freedom of the press …"
"Really …" Constantine wanted to scold them harshly, but he remembered that there were reporters' microphones everywhere. If his words were recorded, his reputation as a gentleman would be ruined. "Didn't you remind them that this is a hospital and they need to be quiet?"
"But before you came out, they were very quiet …"
Just then, Tang En suddenly shouted, "Quiet! All of you, quiet! "
The roar shocked the reporters and Constantine. This was the first time he had experienced the ability of a professional coach to command a game loudly from the sidelines.
"This is a hospital. What's wrong with you guys making a racket here?" Tang En began to lecture the reporters. "I know you're here for me. If you have any questions, ask them one by one. I don't have much time, and I have the right to refuse to answer sensitive questions. "With that, he began to look at his watch." Fifteen minutes for free questions. "He was even more professional than the host at the post-match press conference yesterday.
No one thought that Tang En would openly hold a press conference at the entrance of the hospital, turning from passive to active. The BBC reporters were the first to react. They raised their hands and said, "Mr. Tang En, we'd like to hear your opinion on the referees at the press conference yesterday. The Football Association is now holding a meeting to discuss your words yesterday …"
"I won't change my opinion on the referees for that match." He noticed the BBC logo on the reporters' microphones. "You're BBC reporters. You can go back and look at the video of yesterday's match and swear in the name of God that there's nothing wrong with the referees' decisions for those two goals. I know there are people who want the super teams to advance, and not us who have no money and power! "
These words caused another uproar in the crowd. Wasn't Tang En's last sentence hinting that the Football Association was biased towards the super teams? Of course, he might not have meant it that way, but it doesn't stop us from understanding it that way … This is big news! There's going to be a good show to watch for the next few days. They really didn't know if Tony Twain was playing dumb on purpose, or if he really had a one-track mind to say such things.
Looking at the reporters' reactions, Tang En added, "I don't want to continue answering this topic. Next. "
This time, Tang En had a slight impression of the person who stepped forward to ask the question. It was the reporter from the Evening Post who had asked him to say "we were raped by the referee" yesterday. The young man whose name resembled that of 007 actor.
"Hello, Mr. Tang En. I'm a reporter from the Nottingham Evening Post, Pierce Brosnan. We all know that five days ago, on the first of January, during the home match between Forest and Walsall, you were injured by your own player, David Johnson, and were in a coma for a period of time … "
Tang En interrupted him. "I hope you can summarize your questions before asking them. Do you want to tell us a story here?" Faced with this group of reporters, Tang En's good mood from earlier vanished without a trace. Naturally, his words were a lot more acrimonious and unkind.
Constantine glanced at the pitiful young man, then secretly turned his gaze to Tang En. He had already begun to observe his work …
The young man's face was flushed red, but he still mustered up the courage to ask, "I … I just wanted to ask if your presence here has anything to do with what happened on the sidelines that day?"
Tang En pushed Constantine, who was standing beside him, forward and whispered to him, "Professor, it's your turn to speak. Talk more nonsense. Ten minutes will pass very quickly. "
Constantine coughed and faced the many reporters with a lecturing expression. "It's like this …"
Ten minutes later, when the originally excited reporters began to yawn, he finally said the most substantive words. "According to our observations and comprehensive examination, Mr. Tang's head has no abnormalities. He is no different from a normal person."
Tang En turned his head to the side behind Constantine and whispered, "Well done, Professor. Happy working with you! " Then he raised his hands and pointed to the watch on his wrist. "I'm sorry, everyone. Time's up. I have to go."
The reporters were clearly unwilling to let him go just like that. Someone shouted loudly, "Mr. Tang En! West Ham United's manager, Glenn Roeder, claims that you made very unfriendly remarks about his team after the match, saying that you congratulated his team on being relegated! Is this true? "
"Nonsense. He must have heard wrongly. I congratulate him on his victory and wish his team a successful relegation. " Tang En saw a taxi arrive at the entrance of the hospital and had just gotten off. He hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked quickly out of the hospital. Then he opened the car door and got in.
Then, the car drove away.
A smile appeared on Constantine's face. "What an interesting person."
"Sir … What did you say?" The security guard beside him asked.
"Nothing. I asked you to chase those reporters out. This is a hospital, not a celebrity's mansion. "He pointed to the reporters who were still surrounding the entrance.
"But …"
"If they use obstructing the freedom of the press as an excuse again. Just tell them that the press conference is over and they have to leave. Otherwise, call the police and accuse them of interfering with the normal operations of the hospital. Someone died here, let them take responsibility. "Constantine left the mess to the pitiful person in charge, turned around and walked back.
The taxi had already driven two hundred meters on the straight road, but the customer still did not say where he was going. The driver had no choice but to ask, "Mr. Tang En, where are you going?"
Tang En, who was still in a daze, was a little curious as to how a taxi driver knew his name. Then, he saw the driver pick up a newspaper from the side of the seat. Tang En had seen this newspaper four times today. He suddenly understood who had called those reporters over. It must be the Notts County fan, Madam Lilith!
He asked warily, "Are you a Notts County fan?"
The driver pointed to the red jersey doll under the rearview mirror. "I've been a Forest fan since my grandfather's grandfather."
Tang En let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry. You saw it too. Those people just now … were all called by a Notts County fan."
The driver laughed loudly. "Who asked our teams to be arch-enemies in the same city? Where are you going, sir? "
Tang En had wanted to say "home", but he was worried that the persistent reporters would follow the car, just like what happened to Princess Diana. He simply said, "Anywhere! I'm not going home anyway. "
"But there's no such place." The driver could not make up his mind.
"Uh, then bring me around Nottingham for sightseeing."
"Alright, sir. Can I ask you something about the Forest team? "
Tang En rested his head on the backrest and turned to look out the window. "Sure, as long as it doesn't affect your driving. But I have the right not to answer. " He suddenly realized that he really liked this sentence. It felt so cool when he said it in front of so many reporters! Hmm, he had to say this to the reporters more often in the future. He did not care if they wanted to hear it or not.
When Tang En's taxi was far enough from the hospital and he was sure that there were no more reporters tailing them, he stopped the car. He paid the driver and got out. However, the driver refused to accept it. "Sir, if you can make Forest play like the second half of yesterday's match, just give me a call. If you need a car in the future, just give me a call. I promise I won't charge a single cent! " With that, he stuffed the money and his name card into Tang En's hands, closed the window and drove away.
Watching the taxi disappear into the traffic in the blink of an eye, the driver's words were still echoing in Tang En's ears. Tang En did not know what he was feeling.
To be appreciated by the chairman, to be worshipped and respected by ordinary fans, his terrible mood from being surrounded by reporters just now was slightly better. Everything he had done was acknowledged by someone. This was his biggest gain so far. In the past, when he was in China, because of his unlikeable character and temper, no matter how hard he worked, he was not acknowledged.
Women would dress for those who liked them, and men would die for those who understood them.
He found that he liked this city and the fans here.
Just as Tang En was feeling emotional, he was suddenly hit and nearly fell onto the fast lane. With great difficulty, he managed to grab hold of a fire hydrant by the side of the road and awkwardly stabilized his body. However, he only saw a black figure hurriedly flash by and then blend into the flow of people coming and going on the street.
"Be careful when you walk …" He reached for his pocket out of habit and found that his wallet was gone!
"Bastard! Stealing money is so cliché! "Tang En stood on the street and scolded. But such a cliché method of stealing money had also succeeded on him. It looked like today was really his unlucky day. If there was an ancient calendar, he should really check if it was not suitable for him to go out.
Historically, Nottingham was the place where the world-famous outlaw Robin Hood came from. Therefore, for hundreds of years, there had been a tradition of robbing the rich to give to the poor. Everyone idolized Robin Hood.
One must know that Nottingham had just been "honored" as the number one most dangerous city in the United Kingdom by the famous English insurance company, Andesley. It was also chosen by the police as the "Gun Crime Center of the United Kingdom." Poor Tony Twain. His wallet had a few hundred pounds in cash and a credit card, as well as his identity card.
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