"Best Manager: Tony Twain!"
In the classroom, a boy was engrossed in reading the newspaper. Suddenly, a girl's voice came from the side, "Liu Wei."
The frightened boy's first reaction was to stuff the newspaper under the table. Then he saw Yang Yan, who was covering her mouth and laughing. "You scared me to death, Yang Yan. We're in class right now …"
"So you also know that classes are starting now?" Yang Yan pointed to the newspaper in his hand. "Didn't you say that you're not a Nottingham Forest fan?"
"Uh …" The boy laid the newspaper on the table again. "I'm a fan of universal love. And since Nottingham Forest's manager loves Chinese culture so much, of course I have to support him … Oh yes, didn't he invite you to be his Chinese teacher? You didn't call him? "
Yang Yan had forgotten about it until Liu Wei reminded her. She had put the note in her notebook and hadn't flipped through it since.
"No, I forgot." She shook her head.
"You …" Liu Wei rolled his eyes at her. "You really have the heart to hurt a polite gentleman."
Yang Yan shrugged and rested her chin on her hand. "Why do you all think he's a polite gentleman? Ah Li also said so. "
Liu Wei handed the newspaper to Yang Yan. "I've never thought that a football coach should be a gentleman, especially an outstanding and qualified head coach."
After saying that, he sat upright and still, pretending to be listening attentively.
Yang Yan found it strange. She looked up and saw the teacher of this class, her university mentor, Stanley Sheller, walking toward her with an unfriendly expression.
Yang Yan glared at Liu Wei, who was pretending to be nonchalant. She could only awkwardly accept this fact. She couldn't put the newspaper anywhere else.
"Yang, I think you have to explain this to me … Hmm?" Schaler looked down at the newspaper on the table, then picked it up and looked at it carefully for a while. Everyone in the classroom was looking at them. Yang Yan lowered her head, not daring to make a sound. She knew that Professor Shayler was known for being strict in the academy, and if she contradicted him, the consequences might be even worse. Since he had already been seen, he might as well admit that he was reading the newspaper during class.
Finally, Professor Sheller put down the newspaper. "Is this yours? Yang. "
Yang Yan glanced at Liu Wei's serious face and nodded.
"That's right. I didn't know you were a Forest fan. Drop by my office on Wednesday morning. " After sentencing Yang Yan, Professor Shaele looked at Liu Wei and said in a cold voice, "Liu, change seats and listen to the end of this class."
Liu Wei knew that his every move had been seen by the professor. He shook his head and shrugged, then got up and walked to the empty seat in the back of the classroom.
"Oh yes, by the way." Shayler stopped Liu Wei. "I'm a Forest fan."
The previously quiet classroom suddenly burst into loud laughter, mixed with excited boos and applause. Even Yang Yan couldn't help but laugh when she saw Liu Wei's stunned expression.
Professor Shaele went back to his lecture. Liu Wei chose a seat in the last row and sat down to listen to the lecture again.
Yang Yan looked down at the newspaper on the table.
Under the eye-catching title was a hint of the main content of the interview.
· An accident created the best coach.
· An unforgettable five-game winning streak.
Tony Twain, who loves Eastern civilization.
Tony Twain, who loved Eastern civilization …
Yang Yan was lost in thought as she looked at Tang En's photo in the newspaper.
The team had won five games in a row. Morale was high. Tang En felt that he could take care of another person.
Although the match was tomorrow, Tang En still decided to leave the First Team training to Walker and Bowyer. He would go take a look at the Youth Team. He hoped George Wood didn't get himself into trouble.
Twenty minutes later, Tang En stood at the side of the empty training ground and patted his head.
Today was the day of the Youth League. The Forest Youth Team should be playing at the City Ground stadium. His brain was useless again. He was muddle-headed.
He took out his phone to call Landy, saying that he was going to use his car to go to the City Ground stadium.
The parking lot outside the City Ground stadium was deserted. If it was a day later, it would be difficult to find a parking space if you arrived late. When he got out of the car, he heard a crisp whistle and sparse applause.
It seemed that the match had been going on for a while. He wondered how Wood was doing.
Tang En had to admit that he had some expectations for the kid.
When the First Team manager, Tony Twain, appeared on the sidelines, the first people to notice him were the players on the field. David Kerslake followed the players' gaze and saw Tang En walking towards him.
"Tony, why are you here?" Kerslake got up to greet him.
"I'm here to see if there are any outstanding players in the Youth Team." Tang En said courteously as he sat beside David. The original assistant manager of the Youth Team got up to give up his seat. After the unfamiliar assistant manager walked away, Tang En lowered his head and asked Kerslake in a low voice, "David, that kid didn't give you any trouble, did he?"
Kerslake knew that Tang En must have come for that person. He smiled and shook his head. "He got into a fight with a teammate a few days after coming."
Hearing this, Tang En looked up at Kerslake in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you fight? "
Kerslake shrugged. "It was a small argument. I didn't think there was a need to tell you. One of the team members called him a son of a b * tch, then he suddenly rushed up and punched him to the ground. If not for the quick reactions of the people next to him, he would have pounced on him to give him a few more punches. Four people … Tony, did you know? Four people used all their strength to barely hold him back. That kid was practically an angry bull. "
Tang En nodded. Swearing like "son of a b * tch" was very common in England. It was just like cursing "motherf * cker" in China. Sometimes, it was just a "modal particle." But Sophia was the person that Wood valued the most. He would never allow anyone to touch her. Whether it was a joke or a serious one, Wood would never allow his mother to be insulted. This incident also reminded Tang En that he must never call him a "son of a b * tch" or "son of a b * tch" in the future. Otherwise, he would definitely kill him.
"How was this matter resolved?"
"The troublemaker was thrown to Notts County at a low price."
"That's not very good, David … How did it feel to be kicked by that kid?"
"Terrible. He had no future. "
"Oh, you did well! I support your decision to punish him. What did you do with Wood? "
"I punished him to run 30 laps." Kerslake's suppressed voice was a little excited. "He completed it very easily! The fitness coach, Fred, was dumbfounded. This kid's physical fitness is too good! "
Tang En nodded. He had long expected this outcome. "David, if you want to punish him next time, I suggest you let him run 40 laps with weights. Alright, let's see how long the match has been going on. "
"Almost 70 minutes."
The two turned their attention to the field. Because the First Team manager was watching from the sidelines, the Forest youth team players were very motivated. They hoped to leave a deep impression on the manager and become a member of the First Team. Just like Jenas, Dawson, and Reed did in the past.
The scoreboard at the sidelines showed the score of the match so far: 1: 0. The home team, Nottingham Forest, was ahead of the visiting West Ham Forest youth team.
Tang En easily found George Wood on the field. After a few months of training, his basic skills were already decent. However, as a forward, his positioning had not changed much from two months ago.
"David, do you think Wood has the potential to be a forward?" He asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time.
"I was just going to talk to you about this, Tony." Kerslake adjusted his sitting position and lowered his voice again. "In the two months of training, I let him do basic practice most of the time because I found his shooting level to be terrible."
"Oh?"
"Even if he was facing an empty goal during shooting practice, he wouldn't be able to score a goal out of ten shots. Don't even talk about running and shooting together. He has absolutely no idea how to shoot. I've taught him. But … damn it, this kid's temper is too bad. He doesn't listen at all and still does things his own way. If you hadn't brought him here, I would have kicked him out long ago. "
The difference between the evaluation before and after was huge. Just now, he was saying his physical fitness was too good. Now, he was saying he wanted to kick him out.
"If not for our main striker, Jeffrey, being kicked off the field by the opponent, I wouldn't have sent him on at all. Tony, if you had seen his first few games, you would have agreed with me. God, letting him play as a forward will only mess up our offense, "Kerslake grumbled incessantly.
Tang En could only click his tongue.
"When did he go on?"
"About ten minutes ago."
"Are there any technical statistics?"
Kerslake called over the assistant manager who had just left and asked him about it. Then, he shook his head at Tang En. "For close to 12 minutes, there were no shots, no successful passes, no headers, no fouls, no violations, nothing at all …"
Tang En turned his gaze to the field. He frowned at George Wood, who was trying his best but was unable to grasp the main points. David Kerslake's words echoed in his ears.
Is this your future? Kid.
Maybe he never had the keen vision of a professional manager. George was not suited for professional football at all. This was really cruel. He was the one who gave him a big, beautiful dream. Now, he was going to tell him he had woken up from it? Tang En felt that he could not say such words after seeing the situation in George's family and saying, "George, I think you'll have a better future as a mover."
He was not a compassionate and good person. But, after seeing that strong and optimistic mother, Tang En felt that he had to let George Wood succeed no matter what. He had to let him have the money to treat his mother's illness. A mover's son earning 200 pounds a week was not even enough to pay for his mother's medication. This was definitely not the future of that beautiful mother.
But what could he do? A star player could not be groomed by a manager. It had to depend on the player himself. Talent and hard work were both indispensable. Wood worked hard, but he had no talent.
Kerslake noticed that Tang En had suddenly stopped talking. He only frowned and stared at the field in a daze. He did not know what the man was thinking and did not want to disturb him. He could only watch the game in silence.
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