"Hmm …" Twain touched his nose. "You know, when the other team scored the second away goal, the Forest team lost the game no matter how we played in the end. You left the game injured, and George was sent off with a red card. The Forest team will be missing two main players in the second leg of the game. I don't have much hope in an away game … "
The Romani smiled. "Boss, when did you become so unconfident?"
"Because we're missing you and George."
"Me? I'm not that important, am I? Even if I can't play football, there's still the bull from Australia, the robot as tall as a lamppost, and the Danish boy who always likes to show off. Our forward line is strong. "
"They are them, and you are you. No one can be replaced by anyone else. A substitute can only replace your position, but not you. Without you, it will be difficult for us to play the rest of the season. But I think the team will hold on until you come back. I didn't ask them to do this. They did it voluntarily. "
Eastwood did not speak. He thought, so what if I go back? Dragging an injured leg, an indefinite time bomb that could explode at any time, he would become a burden to the team at the most critical moment … just like in the UEFA Europa League.
"Are you worried that you'll become a burden to the team?" Twain seemed to see through Eastwood's heart. He looked straight into the Romani's eyes and asked. "Where's the optimistic and cheerful Freddy Eastwood I knew, who always spoke in the fastest and loudest voice, who liked to joke, who gave nicknames to his teammates, and who was very popular? Every time I see you warming up on horseback in the morning, I think of our first meeting, and then I'll laugh. You're the funniest person I've ever met, Freddy. I don't think I'll be able to meet someone like you in the future. Do you think your right knee can't hold on any longer? But when you became a member of the Forest team, did the overwhelming voices of doubt ever overwhelm you? When you represented the Forest team in the league for the first time at the Stadium of Light, did the cursing and booing from the Sunderland fans scare you? Those people who thought you were not worthy to be a Forest player, not qualified to stand on the field wearing the red Forest jersey, and mocked you as an amateur player who would never succeed … What did they get? A resounding slap to the face! You never doubted yourself. Two years ago, when you were playing in the amateur team, you always believed that you could play professional football one day. Why are you cowering in front of fate now? "
Eastwood clenched his teeth. The apple in his hand was deformed, and juice seeped out of the gaps between his fingers.
"Do you believe in fate, Freddy? 'That illusory fate … Thermim often uses cards to tell people's fortunes, and you know how to play those tricks too.' Have you ever believed it? What do you think fate is? Fate, it seems to me, does not lay out a course for you at the beginning, and an outline for you to follow. Fate is a web of crossroads, and you are always faced with all kinds of choices. " Twain thought of himself. He had been mysteriously transported to this world. Perhaps this era could also be considered a form of "fate". If he had given up on himself and indulged in the "pub culture" of the UK, if he had held an attitude of muddling through his work and didn't want to do something well, would he still be where he was now? Where would he be, what would he do, and who would he get to know? He had no idea at all, but Twain firmly believed that he would not have been better off than he was now.
"If you choose A, you will give up BCD. If you choose B, you will give up ACD. Your choice is fate. I chose to become a legendary manager, and I have been working hard for it. No matter how many crossroads I face, I will only choose the path that will allow me to reach my goal. Maybe it's the left, maybe it's the right, but no matter which direction it is, I will never choose to stay where I am. Because I don't know if I will have the courage to continue moving forward after I stop to rest. And now, Freddy! "Twain suddenly raised his voice." There is a fork in the road in front of you. What will you choose? Continue moving forward, or stop here? Are you willing? Stop here … Are you already physically and mentally exhausted? "
With a poof, the apple in Freddy Eastwood's hand was crushed into pieces and scattered on the bedding.
"I … I'm not willing, Boss … I'm not willing to see those healthy people … If, if you can give me a pair of healthy knees, I can score more goals … I want, I want to become a legendary striker … I want to help you, Boss …"
The Gypsy, who was always optimistic and cheerful, buried her head in the quilt and sobbed. This father, who was about to welcome his second child, was now as sad as a child.
Seeing him cry, Twain smiled instead. He placed his hand on Eastwood's head and gently stroked his hair.
"You can definitely do it. I will become a legendary manager, and you will be a legendary striker … It will get better. Your knees will be as lively as before in a few months. Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about … You've done what many people with a pair of healthy knees can't do. Alright, stop crying. Now is not the time to 'say goodbye' in tears. "
Eastwood nodded and his crying gradually stopped.
When Twain decided to leave, he said to Eastwood, "Relax and cooperate with the treatment and recovery. The team is waiting for you to come back, and so am I. "
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After saying goodbye to Eastwood, Twain found Constantine, hoping to bring him to meet the chief surgeon for the surgery so that he could rest assured.
Constantine's expression was a little strange when he heard this request. He told Twain that the chief surgeon was a die-hard Notts County fan, and his family had been so for a few generations. So, he was worried that it would be awkward to meet him.
"I think it's okay … I'm meeting him in a private capacity, not some Forest manager or anything like that."
Seeing that Twain was so insistent, Constantine could only nod and agree.
The surgeon for Freddie Eastwood's meniscectomy was Stephen Albert, a middle-aged, completely balding man with gold-rimmed glasses. He had a serious, unsmiling expression. Such a person seemed difficult to deal with.
Twain tactfully explained the purpose of his visit to Albert. The other party still kept a straight face and did not reveal a warm smile.
"I think Professor Constantine has already explained some things about me to you …" As he said this, he glanced at Constantine. Constantine glanced out of the window, pretending not to see it.
"That's right, I'm a Notts County fan. Notts County and Nottingham Forest are arch-enemies. But Mr. Twain, there's one thing I hope you can understand — first, I'm a doctor, and second, I'm a Notts County fan. Saving lives is my job, and my work on the operating table has nothing to do with whether I support Notts County or Nottingham Forest. "
Twain smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Stephen Albert. Professor Constantine said that you're a respectable doctor, and I think he's right. "
This was Twain's own fabrication, and Constantine would not say such mushy words.
Sure enough, when Albert heard Twain's words, he glanced at Constantine, who looked a little unnatural at the side, and grinned. "That old man Constantine would never say anything good about me, but I still have to thank you for your praise, Mr. Twain. I also admire your love for your players. "
Twain did not feel embarrassed when his "lie" was exposed. He laughed out loud. After asking a few more questions about Eastwood's surgery, he left.
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After saying goodbye to Constantine and thanking him for his help, Twain walked out of the Royal College of Medicine. Eastwood had regained his fighting spirit and confidence, and Twain was in a good mood. Although he was destined to lose the Romani for five months, it was better than losing him forever.
As such, Twain was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he decided to take a walk.
At this time, there were not many people at the entrance of the hospital. The hospital was not in the downtown area, and it was a quiet path with not much traffic. There were not many people on the sidewalk.
A person walked towards him, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Twain felt that this person was very familiar, and the other party had also noticed him.
After seeing Twain, the person seemed to be a little flustered. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around to leave.
"George!" Twain called out.
The person turned from walking to running, as if he was afraid to see Twain here.
"Stop! George! If you run again, I'll let you go to the reserves team to calm down for a while! "Twain shouted loudly.
This trick worked. The person in front of him stopped running and stood where he was, looking at Twain awkwardly as he walked towards him step by step. Twain smiled happily. "George, are you going to visit someone? I just happen to know which ward he's in. "He pointed to the flowers in George's hands.
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Note: "Time to say goodbye" was a famous song sung by Sarah Brightman for the retirement of German boxing champion Henry Maske. The original singer was the famous blind Italian singer Andrea Bocelli. The most popular version on the Internet is the version sung by these two people. I strongly recommend everyone to find it and listen to it.
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