A moment of silence followed in the room. Uncle Wang turned his attention back to the Forest players. He was thinking about how to ask this manager, who was said to have a weird personality and temper, during the interview to successfully dig out the news he wanted. Tang Jing, on the other hand, continued to stare at Tang En's back, as if she could see through him by swaying his body.
At that moment, a whistle broke the silence in the room.
Tang Jing noticed that the whistle came from Tang En. When he put his hand down, there was an extra whistle. Then he waved to the assistant manager on the training ground and said something before turning to walk toward the exit of the training ground.
The manager was finally coming to accept their interview.
The two reporters returned to their seats. Uncle Wang did not forget to pick up the teacup and pretended to taste it.
Soon, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor outside, and then the door was pushed open. The manager, who was rumored to only accept exclusive interviews with the contracted newspaper, Nottingham Evening Post, finally appeared in front of the two Chinese reporters.
"You guys came so quickly. I thought I wouldn't be able to see you before the team finished training." He spoke fluent Chinese, but his tone was not pleasant. This was the first impression Tang En gave to the two reporters.
"Let me introduce ourselves. We're Titan Sports' London reporters. I'm Wang Huasheng, and she's Tang Jing." It was Uncle Wang who reacted quickly and hurriedly got up to introduce himself, cleverly avoiding the awkward opening remarks. "Your Chinese is very standard, Mr. Tang."
Tang En smiled brightly. "Thank you. Of course, I like China. You know, I rarely accept interviews from other media outlets. My interviews can only be seen on Nottingham Evening Post. But for the sake of our guests from afar, I'll make an exception. "
These words … Tang En's face was not red, and he was not out of breath.
"Mr. Wang, Miss Tang …" Tang En extended his hand to the two of them and shook their hands before walking back to his desk. "Welcome to Wilford. But I'm sorry, we only have 15 minutes. I have to go back in a while … "He pointed to the training ground behind him.
Wang Huasheng nodded to show his understanding. Tang Jing smiled professionally and did not say anything.
And so, the interview officially began.
"First of all, I have a question that I hope to get an answer from the two of you. Forest's interest in Sun Jihai was only something I told Pearce over the phone. How did the outside media know about it so quickly?" Tang En sat at the corner of the table and looked at the two China reporters.
"Stuart Pierce went to ask Sun Jihai's agent, and then we knew about it …" Wang Huasheng said honestly.
Tang En was shocked. Pierce actually went to look for Sun Jihai's agent?! What did this mean? Does Pierce really want to sell Sun Jihai?
Aiya, what should I do?
"Uh … Sure enough, it's the information age now …" Twain gave a hollow laugh. "Regarding Sun Jihai … I like him very much. His skills are very good. More importantly, he can play multiple positions. I don't think any manager would reject the existence of such a player in the team. "
It sounded like Tang En was praising Sun Jihai, which made people think that Forest really wanted him. But in reality? His words were meant for Pearce to hear. Look, Sun Jihai is so important. He can play in any position. He's like a brick in socialism, moving it wherever it's needed. So, you'd better keep him and give us Richard Richards!
"But Sun Jihai is playing as the main player for Manchester City, and Forest's main right back should be Chimbonda, right?" Tang Jing spoke up. The subtext was: You bought Sun Jihai just to be a substitute for that French kid, right? Letting a player from our national team be a substitute for a player who's not even from the national team?
Tang En noticed the woman. He thought she looked familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen her before.
"Miss … Tang, do you know what's the most important thing for a team that needs to compete in multiple tournaments? Which team relies on a set of lineups to play all the games in a season? An English Premier League team has 38 games in a season just for the league tournament. Including the two domestic cups, pre-season friendlies, and the Champions League, they have to play about 60 games. Do you expect to rely on a fixed 11 players to play all the games? "
Perhaps Wang Huasheng was more polite with Tang Jing because she was the president's daughter. Even if he criticized, he would use a joking and euphemism. But Tang En did not care about that. He did not know what kind of person Tang Jing was. Even if he knew, it would not stop him from disliking this female reporter who liked to show off her understanding of football.
Hearing the gunpowder in Tang En's words, Wang Huasheng hurriedly stepped forward to change the topic. "Will Forest adopt a rotation system?"
Tang En glanced at Wang Huasheng and nodded. "That's right." He let the female reporter go. "Sun Jihai is a very beneficial addition to our lineups. His existence gives me more leeway to choose when arranging the formation. Moreover, Sun Jihai has the tenacity of a Chinese. He's down-to-earth and hardworking. I like players like that. "
Tang En felt that something was wrong. The more he spoke, the more he felt that Sun Jihai was more suitable than Richards. Was a mature, experienced veteran who did not have too many excessive demands and was already indifferent to honor and disgrace more suitable for the current Forest Team than a young kid?
Wang Huasheng was very satisfied with Tang En's answer. He could hear the Forest Team's sincerity. As for Tang Jing, she was now silent after being rebuked by Tang En. The rest of the interview process was practically a conversation between Wang Huasheng and Tang En. Tang Jing, on the other hand, seemed a little redundant.
Later, the topic shifted from Sun Jihai to Tang En's personal interest. The two chatted about Tang En's yearning for Chinese culture. Wang Huasheng was surprised to find that Tang En could almost be considered a "China expert." His understanding of China was not just superficial. He had his own deep views on everything in China. When he found out that Tang En liked Chinese culture, Wang Huasheng thought it must be just a gimmick of a foreigner who liked Chinese food. If he could say "Hello" with a crooked mouth, he would be able to speak Chinese.
He completely did not expect such a situation. "Mr. Tang En, your understanding of China looks like you've lived in China for decades. Or perhaps you're originally a Chinese!" At the end of the interview, Wang Huasheng sincerely admired Tang En.
Tang En had a smile on his face and modestly expressed that he only knew a little. In fact, he was smiling happily in his heart. Your sixth sense is really accurate, Mr. Wang. I'm indeed a Chinese!
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After sending off the visitors from China, Tang En looked at the team in his office, which had already resumed training. He recalled what he had said about Sun Jihai, and the more he thought about it, the tighter his brows furrowed. His heart was now beginning to waver. Should he buy Richards, or a Chinese player, Sun Jihai?
Richards was an investment for the future, but Pierce did not want to give Manchester City's future to Nottingham Forest.
Sun Jihai's strength lay in his experience. If he wanted to buy him, he would have to focus on the present and increase the stability of the team.
Tang En did not know which was better to choose. In terms of difficulty, Sun Jihai was easier to acquire than Richards.
He was afraid that there would be no answer to this question for a while. Tang En rubbed his temples and went out to the training ground.
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On the other side, Wang Huasheng looked back at the gate of the Wilford training base. Tang Jing sat in the car and urged, "Uncle Wang, what are you doing? We should go back. "Describing her mood at the moment as" coming in high spirits and returning in disappointment "was the most suitable way to describe it.
"Oh … Okay." Uncle Wang opened the door beside the driver's seat and sat in. He fastened his seatbelt.
"Tang Jing, do you remember …" Wang Huasheng lowered his head to fasten his seatbelt as he casually asked, "Two years ago, we went to the England Managers' Association's reception?"
Tang Jing nodded. "Of course I remember. I took advantage of the holidays to come to England to play. I heard about the reception and was very interested. It was not easy for you to help me get a press pass to get in."
"Do you remember we interviewed the Forest team's legendary manager, Brian Clough?"
"It's the old man with the wine glass in his hand, his face red from the reflection. I remember. He's really special. Whether it's his past results or his person, he's completely worthy of being called a 'legend.' "
Hearing Tang Jing say so, Wang Huasheng smiled. "At the time, we asked him why he did not become the England national team's manager when he was the most popular and let Robson take it. He waved to a young man and asked him to help us call Robson over … Do you remember this? "
Tang Jing frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. I thought the young man was Clough's son or an intensive care doctor sent by the hospital. Didn't they say that Clough had just had a liver transplant? "
Wang Huasheng looked at Tang Jing and said, "He's Tony Twain, the current manager of Nottingham Forest. The person who the British themselves think is the most like Brian Clough. "
With that, he turned his head to look at the gate of the Forest team's training base, then lowered his head to start the car. He deliberately did not look at the expression on Tang Jing's face at this time.
"Let's go back and hand in the manuscript!"
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