"Hi!" Just from the sound of his voice, Woox seemed to be in a good mood.
"Mr. Billy Woox." Tang En, on the other hand, was not in such a good mood. Especially after hearing such a lively voice, his mood became even better.
"Ah, it's Mr. Tony Twain. Is there anything you need from me? "
Tang En seemed to hear other voices. He listened attentively and then asked, "Yes, Mr. Woox is not in England right now?"
"That's right. I'm in Spain. To be precise, I'm on the beach in Barcelona, Spain. It's already raining in England at this time. I hate that kind of weather."
Tang En coughed and decided to get to the point. "Mr. Woox, I saw in the newspaper that you recently accepted an interview with The Sun?"
"Yes, a phone interview."
"It's like this. I hope to know your thoughts, Mr. Woox," Tang En said coldly.
"Looks like you want me to explain about that interview. I'm not lying. After your match against Real Madrid, I coincidentally met the chairman of Real Madrid, Mr. Pérez Florentino. "
Tang En laughed coldly in his heart. That "coincidental" was most likely going to be in quotation marks.
"He's very interested in George. Everyone is criticizing Real Madrid for their lack of outstanding defensive midfielders. After knowing of George's success in England, he expressed his thoughts to me: he wants to know if George wishes to join Real Madrid. "
Tang En did not interrupt. He just quietly listened to this "story."
"I didn't answer him yes or no. I only told him that I would convey this message. It's that simple. "
Wood had been a little quiet during training recently. Tang En suddenly wondered if it had something to do with this. If what Woox said was true … If Real Madrid wanted him, how many of them would not be able to come? He was afraid that Wood's imagination would run wild because of that substitution. He suddenly felt a little regretful. Would it be better if he had a chat with Wood? A lot of misunderstandings were caused by poor communication.
"So, have you conveyed Florentino's message to him?"
"Not yet."
Hearing this, Tang En did not know what to say. Was there a manager like this?
He rolled his eyes. "So, are you going to tell him?"
"Well … of course. But I know what you mean, Mr. Tang. You're worried that George will leave Forest, right? "
Tang En snorted and did not reply.
On the other end of the line, Woox laughed. "Mr. Tang En, if you want to know if Wood will leave Forest, why don't you just call him and ask him? Do you need me to tell you his cell phone number? "
"Thank you, but there's no need. I know myself!"
Twain bluntly hung up the phone. That's right. Why did he call this annoying agent first? Didn't he always talk to Wood directly in the past? Why did it become a habit to talk to his agent first?
Shaking his head, Tang En dialed Wood's number.
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Wood, who had returned home to accompany his mother for lunch, received a call from Tang En. He glanced at his mother, who was sitting across from him, then got up and walked out of the dining room.
"George! How have you been recently? "Tang En opened his mouth to spout nonsense. They had just met in the morning …
"What's the matter, boss?"
Tang En felt that Wood's tone was very cold, and he had a bad feeling.
"Ah, it's like this … Well, I heard rumors that Real Madrid is interested in you. Did your agent, Woox, tell you?"
"No, he didn't."
It seemed that Woox was not lying, Tang En thought.
"Well, I'm saying if, if … I'm saying if Real Madrid is really interested in you, do you want to go?"
Wood was silent for a while. "The Real Madrid that we just won against?"
"Yes, yes, that's the Real Madrid. Do you want to go? "
Wood looked over at his mother, who was eating in the dining room, then shook his head and said, "No."
Tang En should have been happy, but his eyes turned. "Is it because of your mother?"
Wood acquiesced.
"Then, putting aside the factor of your mother, do you want to go?"
This time, the answer was the same as the previous time. "No, I don't want to go."
"Oh, can you tell me why?"
"No reason. I'm not interested."
Did this kid still not have the "awareness" of being a professional footballer?
However, the stone in Tang En's heart was lifted.
He planned to give Wood a good explanation about the substitution. Who knew if he would have other thoughts because of it? Communication was the most important.
"Well, George, there's one more thing … In the match against Real Madrid, you were substituted … Ah, right, what do you think of Zidane?"
Wood frowned. He did not want to recall the night of his failure, but the scenes from the match over the past few days would unconsciously surface in front of his eyes and mind, lingering. Although the Forest team had won that match in the end, Wood personally felt that he had failed.
"… He's very good."
"He's the best player of the past 50 years chosen by the UEFA, surpassing many of his predecessors in history. It's only natural that he's good. Do you want to win against him? "
"Yes." This time, there was no hesitation.
"But I'll be honest. It's still unlikely that you can win against him now."
Wood's reaction to this sentence was silence. Tang En did not know if Wood was unhappy with this sentence, but he had to say it. For Wood's future growth, he had to say it.
"Do you sometimes feel that you don't have any motivation? Other than your mother, have you ever desired anything? The media is unhappy that you were not selected for Eriksson's national team, but you don't care about these things. Every week, you're training for matches, training for matches … Do you have any pursuits in football? "
Wood continued to be silent. He did not know what to say.
"Champion? Victory? Glory? Isn't that what a lot of people play football for? If you can't answer, it doesn't matter. If you're not sure what you want, you might as well let me find one for you first. Make Zidane your goal, and play football harder. "
"Beat him, or surpass him one day. It's up to you. Well, that's it. What do you think? "
Wood thought for a moment and then said, "Not bad."
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Wood, who returned to the dining room to eat, was greeted by his mother's inquiring gaze.
"My agent called," Wood said. "He said that the Real Madrid club is interested in me and asked if I wanted to go."
"Real Madrid? The team that you just won in Spain? "
Wood nodded.
"You mean to transfer to Spain?"
Wood nodded again.
Sophia thought for a moment and asked, "Did you agree?"
This time, Wood shook his head. "No."
"Is it because of me, George?"
Looking at his mother's gentle smile, Wood continued to shake his head. "No, Mother. I like the current team, and I want to stay here. "
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The next day, Tang En's column appeared in the Nottingham Evening Post. In it, he lashed out at the media that spread rumors that Wood was leaving, and once again reiterated:
Other than Nottingham Forest, George Wood would not go anywhere!
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