Reporters were always "enthusiastic." They threw out all kinds of questions to make things difficult for the interviewees. Even things that seemed completely unrelated would be used by them as questions that they "had to answer."
Tang En's way of dealing with these questions that made him feel uncomfortable was simple and crude — he rejected all of them.
They squeezed out of the airport and boarded the team bus parked outside. Two hours later, the team finally returned to Nottingham, which they were familiar with.
At the entrance of the Wilford training base, Tang En announced the disbandment of the team. The players would have two half-day breaks for this afternoon and tomorrow morning.
As Twain left, Wood repeated to him, "Eight o 'clock in the evening."
Tang En asked, "Have you invited Dunn?"
Wood stood there and thought for a moment. Then, he shook his head. "Mom didn't say. I don't think so."
"Oh, okay." Twain nodded. "Go back early. Don't keep your mother waiting. I'll be there when the time comes."
Wood turned and left. The cars in the parking lot drove away one by one. The players had all left. Some went home to enjoy the peace, while others went to indulge in debauchery. Tang En stood alone in the empty parking lot, scratching his head.
Was he the only one invited to dinner?
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Dunn realized that ever since they returned, Tang En had been tidying up his appearance. He showered, shaved, combed his hair, changed his clothes, and shined his shoes.
He found it strange. Tang En was not a person who was so particular about his appearance.
"You're going out?"
Twain nodded. "Oh, yes. Dunn, you have to deal with it yourself tonight. "
"Senia is back?"
Twain, who was polishing his shoes, stopped and looked back at Dunn. "Why did you think of her first?"
Dunn shrugged. "I don't know. Am I wrong?"
Tang En shook his head and turned to continue cleaning his shoes. It's Sophia, George's mother. "
"Oh." Dunn did not say anything.
Tang En lowered his head and repeatedly wiped the shoes in his hands, even though they were already shiny.
Why did Dunn mention Senia first? The little girl should have returned to England from Brazil, right? Recently, he had been so busy that he hadn't contacted her. When he left, he even said that he would call her. Now that he was so busy, he couldn't care about anything else. She wasn't angry, was she?
When Dunn heard the sound of shoes being polished become monotonous, he knew Tang En was in a daze again.
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Tang En had arrived at Wood's house slightly earlier than usual.
"Long time no see, Mr. Twain." Sophia smiled and opened the door for Twain.
"Yes, long time no see … You look so energetic, Madam."
After Twain entered the house, he found that there was no one else in the big house, so he asked, "Where's George?"
"He went out to buy something. He'll be back in a while." Sophia was still smiling at Twain, which made Twain a little embarrassed. He sat down and coughed.
"Do you add sugar to the black tea, Mr. Twain?" Sophia asked timely.
"No, thank you."
Sophia turned to go to the kitchen to make tea for Tang En. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Tang En stood up and stopped Sophia, who was running out of the kitchen. "I'll drive it."
He thought that Wood was back, which would relieve the awkwardness. He didn't expect to see a child's face when he opened the door.
The child opened his mouth, but what came out was a mature man's voice. "Ah, boss! I didn't expect to see you here. "
Hearing the English with a thick Italian accent, Tang En knew who he was.
"Demetrio!" He was very happy. Inviting Albertini over for a meal was indeed a good way to resolve the knot in Wood's heart.
Albertini was smiling at the side, and the one carrying the child was his famous model wife, Ulriana Carbone. The beautiful former famous model smiled and greeted Twain. "Good evening, Mr. Twain."
"Good evening, Madam. Please come in. George has gone out to buy something, and Sophia is making tea. I'm here on behalf of the host. "He opened the door and gestured for her to enter. "Hello, little Albertini." Twain reached out and hooked Albertini's child's nose, causing the child to giggle in his mother's arms.
Twain was no stranger to Albertini's wife. When Albertini transferred to the Forest Team, their family also moved from Italy to England. Even though they were still not used to the terrible weather in England, Ulriana still stayed by her husband's side. She would only occasionally send the child back to his grandfather's house in Italy. Usually, as long as there was a Forest Team home game, Ulriana would definitely bring the child to the stands in the box wearing the Forest Team's red jersey to cheer for her husband. This was a happy family of three.
For Albertini to be able to adapt so quickly to English football and Nottingham Forest, his wife's meticulous care and unreserved support played a huge role.
The one cup of tea that Sophia brought out from the kitchen became three cups of tea. Everyone sat together and chatted casually. It looked like Twain was the owner of the house …
Until Wood returned.
In fact, although it was called dinner, eating was not the most important thing. The most important thing was to chat. The women talked about topics that women were interested in, the children played at the side, and the men gathered together to talk about their own matters — which was the real purpose of this dinner.
The topic of conversation first started from Albertini's injury.
"How's your leg, Demetrio?" After dinner, Twain asked as he sat beside Albertini with a cup of tea.
"Fleming told me that if everything goes well, I'll be able to return to the field at the end of next month."
"How do you feel?"
"If I said I could return to the field right now, you'd definitely not be willing, Boss."
The two laughed.
George Wood helped his mother clear away the cutlery and sat down as well. In fact, he already knew why his mother suddenly wanted to treat them at home, and even invited Albertini and Twain.
Seeing Wood sit down, Twain glanced at him and then winked at Albertini.
Albertini, of course, knew the real purpose of this dinner. He looked at Wood and asked with a grin, "George, how does it feel to be the captain?"
Facing Albertini, Wood was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and did not answer.
Twain laughed at the side. "It doesn't look too good, Demetrio." He stopped laughing and said to Albertini, "This kid … always wants to imitate you. Am I right, George? "He looked at Wood again.
Wood raised his head and said to Twain, "You made me the captain, and I made me learn from Demetrio."
Twain did not reply. Albertini continued, "George, tell me honestly, what do you think you and I have in common?"
Wood was taken aback by the question, and he thought about it carefully. Demetrio was a passionate person. When he first joined the team, even though he did not speak much English, he made everyone in the team accept him in the shortest time possible. He was always willing to help teammates who encountered difficulties, regardless of how much contact they had. He always had a smile on his face and was very polite to everyone. When he spoke in the locker room, everyone would involuntarily quiet down. Perhaps this was Demetrio's unique charisma.
Did Wood have all of these? Even though he did not always put on a stern face, he did give off an impression that he was not easy to get close to. Albertini took a month to make his teammates accept him and like him, while Wood took almost a year and a half. He rarely went out to play with others. Every day after training, he would rush home to accompany his mother. He did not go out to drink, did not go to nightclubs to look for beautiful ladies, did not date, and did not have any hobbies. His life was simple.
Wood shook his head. "No."
Albertini smiled and spread his hands. "Since our personalities are different, why do you still want to be a captain like me?"
Wood initially squirmed a little. "I think a captain … should be like you …"
Albertini was the captain that George Wood had been in contact with the longest. It was normal for him to have such a thought.
"No, no, it's not like that." Albertini shook his head. "Since people have different personalities, then captains will also have different captains. You shouldn't be a captain like me. You should be a captain like you. "
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