Chapter 37
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When Sophia opened the door and found that the person who rang the doorbell was Tony Twain, she was a little surprised.
"A present for you." Twain stuffed the present in his hands into the woman's arms and entered without being invited.
"Mr. Coach …"
"Tony, call me Tony."
Sophia looked at the excited Twain and did not know what had happened. "Mr. Tony …"
"Sophia, I've recently been fascinated by the mysterious Eastern civilization — Chinese culture! Do you know what day it is today? "
Sophia shook her head blankly.
"The Spring Festival!" Twain raised his voice and walked up the stairs as if he was the owner of the house. "The old year has passed and the new year has arrived. No matter how unhappy things are, they should all be left behind. It's a time to celebrate happily! So, I've brought you a present. "
Sophia opened the gift box, and a violet dress lay quietly inside. She took in a light breath.
"I hope you like it. I don't really know how to pick ladies' clothes. "Twain looked up." Where's your son? "
Logically speaking, he should have a day off from the youth team match yesterday. However, Twain had not seen Wood since he came in.
"George went out."
Twain turned back to look at Sophia, who was still standing downstairs. "Madam, do you mind if I have lunch here?"
Sophia smiled. "Of course not. Sir, do you like to eat goat meat curry? That's a delicacy from my hometown. "
"That's great. I like good food." Actually, Twain was not a gourmet. Otherwise, he would have committed suicide if he had transmigrated to England. "Do you have spaghetti here?"
Sophia nodded.
"In order to express my gratitude for your warm hospitality, I've decided to make you a new Chinese dish that I've learned. Come on, what are we waiting for? "He waved at Sophia.
When it was time for lunch, when George Wood returned home, he found his manager sitting at the dining table with his mother, chatting and laughing.
"Why are you here?" Wood's gaze was not very friendly.
Twain looked back at the boy. His face was a little dirty and his clothes were torn. "Why? Can't I come? "
"George, what happened to your face? Go wash up and get ready for dinner. "Sophia stood up to ease the atmosphere. "Mr. Tony came to visit your mother and gave her a present." She went back to the bedroom and took out the dress. Holding it in front of her, she asked her son, "Does it look good?"
George glanced at it, then obediently went to wash his face and hands. "You bought it at the bull market?"
Twain shrugged and did not argue. It had cost him fifty pounds, and there was almost certainly no fifty-pound skirts in the bull-market.
The bull market used to be a market where Nottingham farmers went to the city to buy and sell cattle. Of course, there were also other things traded there. It was like a big trade market and very lively. But now, the bull market no longer sells bulls. It has become a market for second-hand goods. You can buy everything from second-hand televisions to old books and CDs. Many ordinary people in Nottingham would go there to buy things and spend very little money to buy the goods they wanted.
Sophia did not care where she bought the clothes. It was obvious that she frequented the bull market. "It's fine as long as it looks good." She happily went back to the house to put away the dress and came out to wait for her son to eat together.
It was originally just a normal lunch, but on the table was Sophia's meticulously cooked goat meat curry and sweet corn porridge. There was also Twain's delicious Chinese "zhajiangmian" made from spaghetti. The meat sauce was made from the leftover goat meat. With fruits, potatoes and other vegetables, the meal had a festive atmosphere. The three of them sat around the table and enjoyed their own relaxing time.
Twain asked about Wood's situation in the youth team. Wood did not say much, only saying it was fine. As to how much better, Twain did not know. He had been very busy recently and did not have the time to visit the youth team for now. He could only wait for the busy period to pass before going.
After lunch, Twain smiled when he saw Wood's expression of wanting to go out but not feeling at ease. How could he not know what the kid was thinking about? So, he tactfully took the initiative to say goodbye.
Sophia was a little disappointed. She had wanted to ask Twain to stay for afternoon tea. Twain excused himself with the excuse that he had an appointment in the afternoon.
Seeing Wood heave a sigh of relief, Twain laughed to himself. This child who is infatuated with his mother will never grow up …
In the afternoon, Twain chatted with Michael and the others while drinking at the Forest Bar. After that victory, the two seemed to have erased the barriers between them. Twain knew that Michael's full name was Michael Bernard. He was the head of the nearby Forest fans and had a high reputation among them. There were even quite a few players in the Forest team who knew him.
No wonder he could incite so many people to boo him outside the field.
Knowing Michael's identity, Twain felt the need to build a good relationship with this person. However, the two of them seemed to be somewhat unable to let go of their pride and step down. Thus, the best way to improve their relationship was to win. As long as the team kept winning and their results picked up, their relationship would naturally warm up.
Twain was very clear on this point. It was not just Michael. It was the same for the other people who still harbored enmity and distrust towards him. It was useless for him to say anything in front of those people. Threats and pleas were all ineffective. The only way to change everyone's attitude and make them his supporters was to win. Keep winning.
After ending the day's rest, Twain threw himself back into training.
If it could be said that the players still had some doubts about Tang En's tactical ideas during the training session before the match against Wimbledon, then they had now completely accepted it and believed that the acting head coach would be able to lead them to victory, and then from one victory to another.
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