Forest, who was lucky to win the match, rose one place from 15th to 14th. Reading, who lost, fell from 10th to 11th.
But the biggest gain from this match was George Wood's rapid rise. To Tang En, he no longer had to worry about whether two defensive midfielders were enough. He now had three defensive midfielders in Branja Gunnarsson, Eugen Bopp and George Wood. They could handle the matches in the next few months.
Because this was just a normal English Premier League match, its influence was far from the English Premier League, so Wood did not succeed on a national scale. But he had now become the new darling of the City Ground. In Nottingham, he already had a reputation.
Of course, if his 60-meter shot had flown directly into the goal … the situation would be different. Tang En could guarantee that Wood would become famous overnight in the entire United Kingdom. They would certainly compare him to David Beckham. Beckham, who was now so popular, had made everyone remember his name and smile as bright as the afternoon sun with that long-range shot.
It was not necessarily good to become famous too early. At the very least, Tang En had to start worrying that many teams would rush to the club to ask for a price. Perhaps they would do to Wood what Forest was doing to Ashley Young.
The most important thing now was to give Wood a new contract, and the contract must express sufficient sincerity.
Tang En planned to look for Evan to discuss the matter regarding Wood. He believed that Evan must have seen Wood's performance in the box that day. Regarding the contract, the manager could completely decide on it alone. But there was one more thing that he needed to discuss with Evan.
Tang En had just come out of the office when he saw Evan coming out from the staircase. He waved happily when he saw him. "Looks like I came just in time. Are you going out, Tony? "
"I'm going to look for you, Evan," Tang En said.
"Haha! We really have a tacit understanding. Tony, I'm also looking for you. "
Tang En smiled. "Let me guess, why are you looking for me? I think I know."
Evan nodded. "I also know what you're looking for me for."
Then the two of them said the name together. "George Wood."
Tang En snapped his fingers. "Great, I'm going to give him a new professional contract."
"I agree, that kid's future should be with Forest. Tony, give him an eight-year contract. "
When Evan said that, Twain was silent for a moment. The longer the contract, the better it was for the club. However, it would be troublesome for the players to raise their salaries.
Evan knew what Tang En was thinking. He smiled and said, "The deadline is a little longer. The rest is up to you." The meaning was clear. As long as the duration of the contract was long enough, Tang En could decide on the salary, bonuses, and whatnot.
Tang En understood what Evan meant. He nodded lightly and said, "There's one more thing, Evan. I want to talk to you about …"
"Tell me, Tony."
"You've already seen Wood's mother in the box that day, right?"
Evan nodded. "I didn't expect his mother to be so beautiful and young … She doesn't look like a mother with an 18-year-old child at all."
"Yes, she loves her son very, very much. Wood is doing well and she is in good spirits. But you know what? Actually, his mother's health has never been very good. "
Evan was a little surprised to hear that. "I really can't tell …"
"Wood plays football mainly to earn money to treat his mother's illness. He loves his mother very much. His family situation is a little complicated. To put it simply, he and his mother depend on each other now. You can understand what I mean, right? "
Evan placed his hand on his chin and rubbed it back and forth. He did not immediately answer Tang En's words.
"Evan, to make a player stay in the club, means like a contract are of little use. As long as someone wants to snatch our players, there will always be a way to snatch them away. If you want a promising player to stay with us, you have to nurture his feelings for the club. Wood's situation is special. I think his mother is a good opportunity. "Tang En continued to persuade him.
"I understand. You can go and sign the contract with Wood now and tell him that the club will be responsible for arranging treatment for his mother's illness … Also, I'm not at ease letting a rising star live in the slums. Let him move out. The club will provide the housing."
Tang En was very happy. "I thank you on behalf of Wood, Evan."
"Don't thank me, Tony. You're right. The club has to make the players feel that it's worth it for them to play for this team. They work for the team, so the team has the obligation to take care of their lives and help them solve their difficulties. Also, let me tell you another piece of good news. "
"Hmm?"
"We've got the kid you wanted." Evan clenched his fist. "Allan gave the kid's family a hundred thousand pounds. They agreed to let their son cooperate with us. Now we can officially make an offer to Watford. But … Tony, do you think that kid is worth this price? "
Tang En thought of Ashley Young's future worth and smiled. "Evan, don't worry. In a few years, you'll be very happy that we bought him now. Freddy Eastwood, George Wood, Kris Commons, Wes Morgan … and Ashley Young. These young people are the future of Forest Team. If we rise to the Super League, I'll find more young people … When that time comes, we'll surprise the whole of England! "
"That's great!" Evan clapped his hands. "If you need any help from the club, contact me immediately. I believe in your foresight, Tony. "
Tang En chuckled. Of course, my foresight is three and a half years ahead!
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After the morning training, Tang En called Wood to his office. There was a stack of paper on the table. He stuffed a pen into Wood's hands and pointed to the stack of paper.
"George, this is your new contract. Do you want to take a look? "
Wood walked up and picked up the contract. It was a bunch of legal clauses that he could not understand at all. So, he asked Tang En, "Where's the salary?"
Sure enough, there was no joy from signing a new contract. He was only concerned about the money he could get every week. This was George Wood's style.
Tang En went forward and flipped through two pages. He pointed to a clause in the middle and said, "Here. Do you want me to read it to you?"
Wood nodded and passed the contract to Tang En.
"Yes. Your current weekly salary is two thousand five hundred pounds. "Tang En read to this point and looked up at Wood. He noticed that the expression on his face had changed. Then he continued, "But this is just the salary, and it's only for the first year. In the future, the weekly salary will increase by fifteen percent every year …"
"How much is that?" Wood had no concept of percentages. He liked to hear actual numbers.
"Uh …" Tang En took out a calculator from the drawer of his office desk. After tapping on it for a while, he raised his head and told Wood, "In the first year, your weekly salary is two thousand five hundred pounds. In the second year, it's two thousand eight hundred pounds. In the third year, it's three thousand three hundred pounds. In the fourth year, it's three thousand eight hundred pounds. So on and so forth."
Wood did not express any objections. To him now, earning three thousand eight hundred pounds a week was like a dream.
"That's not all." Tang En added, "In the first two years of this contract, when you go on the field for twenty games every season, there will be additional rewards. If the team wins glory, you will also be given a corresponding reward based on your contribution to the team. Doesn't that sound good? "
Wood nodded. This did sound much better than the contract he had in the youth team.
"There's more." Tang En took out a credit card from the drawer and handed it to Wood. "This is what the club has prepared for you. There's already ten thousand pounds in it. That's your signing fee. In the future, your monthly salary will be transferred to this card on time. "
Wood took the hard card and slid it back and forth between his two hands, feeling the solid texture of the card. His name and card number were on it. Ten thousand pounds … was in this thin card. This was not a dream. It was really in his hands!
Seeing that he was very interested, Tang En smiled and said, "George, now … your credibility is also guaranteed by the bank."
Hearing these familiar words, Wood raised his head and looked at Tang En.
Tang En patted him on the shoulder. "There's another piece of good news for you. The club has decided to fork out money to treat your mother's illness and find a new place for you to stay. The team will pay half of the monthly rent. You can move out of that slum very soon. "
Wood stared at Tang En with wide eyes, as if he could not believe every word he heard. Tang En nodded. "Do you want to stay closer to the training ground or the stadium?"
George Wood was a little agitated. He even began to stutter. "I … I don't know."
Tang En shoved the pen back to him. "Sign your name here. Then go home and discuss with your mother where you want to stay. Let me know when you come to training tomorrow."
Wood gripped the pen and paused on the contract. The last time he had signed like this was at the side of the youth team's training ground. He had fulfilled the request of an unfamiliar kid called Gavin Bernard. Later, that kid died, and he became a true professional footballer.
He hesitated for a few seconds before putting the pen down to write his name.
From now on, he was an official member of Nottingham Forest's First Team.
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