The next day, Chris faxed a detailed filming schedule. It was indeed detailed, very detailed. Twain took it to Evan Doughty. Evan was very satisfied and thought it was a great opportunity to promote the Forest team. With a new club chairman, the rising Nottingham Forest needed a chance to let the world know them again. Twain leading the team to continuous victories on the field was certainly a form of publicity, but the official UEFA publicity was a more powerful weapon, with twice the effort for half the result.
The club chairman made the final decision, and the rest was simple. Miss Barbara Lucy, who was in charge of outreach, officially informed the Champions League TV Magazine program team that they could come to Nottingham for filming and interviews. In addition, with Twain's consent, they were given permission to enter the locker room for filming.
Subsequently, the news was placed on Nottingham Forest's official website and then reprinted by more media outlets.
Soon, everyone knew that Nottingham Forest had received the official attention of the UEFA.
Chris and the others were very efficient. After receiving confirmation and notification from the Nottingham Forest Football Club, the group of ten arrived at London Heathrow Airport with all kinds of equipment and luggage the next day. That afternoon, these people had already carried cameras and appeared at the side of Nottingham Forest's training ground.
"You're really dedicated, Miss … Gloria." At the side of the training ground, Twain also saw the young lady who had spoken to him on the phone. He stuttered a little because he was surprised when he looked at her appearance. He had thought of the young lady's appearance and voice, but he had seen a lot of people who did not look that good. He did not think that Chris Gloria not only had a good voice, but also looked like her voice. Was this a surprise?
She was very young, and most importantly … she was indeed very beautiful. She had a head of fluffy and curly blonde hair, blue pupils, a tall and straight nose with a slightly raised tip, and a pair of very sexy lips. What attracted Twain the most were her eyes. When she smiled, they curved like crescent moons, and the movement of her eyes seemed to speak.
At this very moment, Clarice Gloria was smiling at Tony Twain in front of her with those eyes that could speak.
"How did you recognize me, Mr. Twain?"
"It's very simple." Twain looked at the busy film crew around him. "There's only one woman among the unfamiliar faces."
Gloria smiled, her sexy lips parting to reveal her white teeth, which seemed to shine in the afternoon sun.
Twain glanced sideways as he thought of the Colgate advertisement.
After laughing, Gloria turned her head to look at the training ground. The team was training under the leadership of assistant manager David Kerslake.
Although the manager and assistant managers were on the sidelines, the arrival of the film crew still affected the team's training. The players were somewhat absent-minded. Their gazes swept around and finally landed on Clarice Gloria, who was talking to Tang En.
"Mr. Twain …"
"Hmm?"
"I noticed that you were wearing sunglasses when you were on the sidelines, but the sun isn't blinding today …"
Now, Tang En had already taken off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. "I admire your observation skills, Miss Gloria. That's just my personal habit. "
"That's interesting. A coach directing the training with sunglasses." Clarice Gloria nodded.
Tang En also noticed that the players were not very focused and were all looking at him. He certainly knew that the group of boys would not be looking at him, but at Clarice Gloria, who was next to him.
What a headache. Although the film crew had guaranteed that they would not disturb the team's normal training and competition, who knew that such a beauty would come? Even if they really did not want to disturb the team's training, with such a person on the sidelines, it would be difficult not to distract the players.
"Sorry, Miss Gloria …" Tang En pointed to the training ground.
Gloria expressed her understanding. "Okay, you go ahead. We're going to start working too. We promise we won't disturb you."
Tang En smiled bitterly. This had already disturbed them.
After bidding farewell to Gloria, Tang En turned and walked to the training ground. At the same time, he took out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on again.
"David, call the team to assemble." He waved to Kerslake.
The film crew set up a formation at the west end of the field and set up the equipment. Tang En brought the team to the easternmost side. Everyone formed a circle, and he stood in the circle. His voice was not loud, so only the people around him could hear him.
"As everyone can see, we have a group of guests here. I believe you all know what they're here for. I gave them permission to enter the locker room to film, so … "Tang En held out his index finger." If you don't want to be scolded by me in front of the camera, you better perform better in training. Look at your performance just now. It's just a blonde girl, and you can't even move your legs. Hey, are you all still children seeing a woman for the first time? "
The players roared with laughter.
The laughter reached the film crew on the other side of the field. They could not hear what Tang En said, but they could guess that it must have something to do with them. Gloria stood next to her colleague. Now that she had nothing to do, she was happy to be idle and carefully observe the mysterious manager.
Before coming, she had read a lot of information about the manager, including some interviews he had done before he became famous.
The final conclusion was that she could not come to any conclusion. She could not define the manager, nor could she determine the theme of the shoot.
Perhaps only by coming to Nottingham, England, to see the manager who appeared on the television screen with her own eyes, to experience his work, and to interact with him could she come to a conclusion.
So, the task she gave the film crew was to film everything they saw, just like shooting a documentary. She wanted to record every minute and second of the manager's work, and then go back to summarize, edit, and summarize.
"Clarice." A man came over. He was the chief planner of the interview. He was the one who had agreed on the interview with Tang En at the draw ceremony. "Do you see anything?"
"No." Gloria shrugged. "I've just come into contact with him. It's not comprehensive yet. But … he's a very interesting person. I've come into contact with a lot of people in the football world. Players, coaches, club chairmen, general managers … He's the first person who makes me feel like he's not in this circle. "
The man cast his gaze at the Forest team in the distance. Tang En was surrounded by his players and could hardly be seen, but everyone knew he was the focal point. He was the focal point that everyone's eyes would focus on. It was not because he was the manager of the team, nor was it because he was the protagonist of the interview. Rather, there seemed to be something special about him that attracted people to want to get close to him and understand him.
Tang En, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was lecturing his team to keep them at ease.
"… I know it's a little difficult for you to treat such a large group of people as air during this period of time. I just hope that you don't let these off-field things affect your performance. We've all been through the interview. It's just that it's a little longer this time. All right, guys, don't act like you've never seen a woman in your life. If you lose the game because of this, you're going to embarrass yourselves all over Europe! "
There was another burst of laughter.
Tang En waved his hand. Kerslake led the team to continue training, while he stood on the sidelines. He did not go back to strike up a conversation with Clarice Gloria. He paid attention to the team's training as usual. It was as if there was not a film crew of up to ten people working on the other side of the field.
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