The melodious bell rang in the old campus, and the quiet campus suddenly became lively. People poured out of the buildings, and it was full of life.
Yang Yan was packing her textbooks and stationery. Her friends ran over and said, "Yang Yan, since there's no class, let's go to Victoria City!"
Yang Yan smiled and shook her head. "Not today. Professor Shaele asked me to go to his office."
"Ah?" Her friends were very disappointed.
Liu Wei picked up the football from under his desk and put it on his head to scare Yang Yan. "Be careful, I heard that old man Shaele likes to use lecturing as an excuse to call young and beautiful female students to his office to molest them … Ouch!"
He was pushed out by Ah Li.
Yang Yan smiled and said, "Do you think everyone is as dirty as you, Liu Wei?" Then she said to her friends, "You guys go have fun. Don't worry about me. Professor Shaele can't stop once he starts talking. I think … he won't let me go for half an hour. "
Her friends said goodbye in disappointment. After waiting for another ten minutes, Yang Yan got up and went to Professor Shaele's office.
Professor Mathews Shaele's office was on the third floor of the university's main teaching building. Yang Yan's classroom was on the second floor of this building.
The door of the professor's office was open. Yang Yan stood in front of the door and coughed. Then she gently knocked on the door. Professor Shaele's low voice came from inside. "Please come in."
Yang Yan walked in.
The old professor saw that it was his student. He stood up from his seat and took off his glasses and put them in his pocket.
"Professor Scheler, I'm here to apologize for the violation of …" Yang Yan had just begun her speech when the professor interrupted her.
"Yang, you know what? You were very lucky that day. "
"Ah? Why? "
"Because you met me, not Professor Pazli."
Yang Yan was even more confused. Professor Pazley was recognized as a nice guy. He was always smiling and had a kind face. Even when he met students, he would greet them politely. His appearance was meticulous, and he was a charming old gentleman in the eyes of many girls. On the contrary … Professor Shaele was known for his strictness. In China, he was known as the "Devil Professor." Why was it better to meet him than Pazli?
Seeing the confusion in Yang Yan's eyes, Scheller smiled. "It's simple. That old man Pazley is a loyal fan of Notts County. If he knew that you were watching an interview with Nottingham Forest's manager in his class, I bet he would tear the newspaper to shreds. In Nottingham, Notts County is our sworn enemy. "
Yang Yan didn't think it was a good idea to lie. Even if she would be scolded by the professor, she had to tell the truth. "Professor … I'm not a Forest fan. In fact, I'm not even a football fan. I'm sorry … "
After that, she lowered her head and waited for her punishment.
But she heard an even louder laugh. "Of course. Of course, I know you are not a football fan. If I don't even understand my own students, how can I teach you? I read the newspaper later, and what surprised me was that Tony was actually a fanatical follower of Eastern culture. "
Yang Yan could tell from the professor's tone that they had known each other for a long time. She had questions in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask them.
Professor Shaele was so excited that he didn't notice the confusion on Yang Yan's face.
"You see, the world is so amazing. I like Nottingham Forest, and the manager of Nottingham Forest likes Chinese culture, and you … the girl from China is my student. "
"It's really amazing." Yang Yan laughed. She thought to herself, If I told you that I was a tour guide for the manager, and that he left me his phone number before he left, hoping that I could be his Chinese teacher, would you think that the world is even more amazing?
"So, you don't have to worry about me punishing you. You can leave now. "Professor Shaele reached out to see her off. Yang Yan couldn't wait for that to happen. She said goodbye and turned around, but was stopped again.
"Oh, Yang. I think you can try to like this little thing. I swear you'll like it. "
"Thank you, Professor. I will."
On the way back to the rented house, Yang Yan couldn't help but laugh when she thought about everything that had happened to her. If Liu Wei hadn't thrown the newspaper to her and had taken it on himself, maybe he would have been bragging about his good personal relationship with Professor Shaele in the afternoon.
Yang Yan decided to tell Liu Wei about it, and then let him be crazy with jealousy.
As she passed by a newspaper stall, Yang Yan's eyes were attracted by a few newspapers placed in the front row.
These newspapers didn't have the same name, but they had one thing in common. Yang Yan saw a familiar name on it: Tony Twain.
For some reason, Yang Yan stopped and picked up a newspaper with a lot of photos.
It was the best-selling newspaper in the United Kingdom, although it didn't have a good reputation — The Sun.
The sports section was flipped to the top, and it was obviously a promotion to attract students to buy it. The owner knew what sports were the most popular in the United Kingdom, and he also knew what kind of sports young people liked the most.
On the left side of the newspaper were a few photos of the same size, neatly arranged like a four-panel comic.
The four photos were all the same, and they were focused on the technical area below the stands. Tony Twain, dressed in a black suit, was the main character in the photos. His actions and expressions were different in each photo.
In the first photo, he raised his arms and laughed, and behind him was an excited crowd. The caption was simple: 13 minutes, 1: 0.
In the second photo, Twain swung his leg and kicked a water bottle at the side of the field. As for whether he kicked it or not, as well as the consequences, Yang Yan had no way of knowing. The caption was: 45 minutes, 1: 1.
In the third photo, Twain waved his hand helplessly. The caption was: 48 minutes, 1: 2.
In the fourth photo, Twain threw the suit in his hands onto the ground in an exaggerated manner, his expression fierce. The caption was: End of the match. Forest Team loses.
The title of the photo was: A match with Tony Twain.
Looking at Twain's expression in the photo, which was rich enough to be an actor, Yang Yan felt that this person was interesting. The first time they met, the impression he gave her was that of a refined and courteous man, completely different from the agitated and angry manager in the photo.
Perhaps Liu Wei was right: A man who became a professional football manager couldn't always be a refined and courteous gentleman, forever maintaining his calm.
This made her think of Professor Shayler, whom she had just met alone. In public, the old professor always had a straight face, and he looked like he was strict with everyone. He was almost inhumane. There were few students who did not scold him behind his back. However, Yang Yan was fortunate enough to see a completely different Professor Mathews Shayler 15 minutes ago, which was an eye-opener for her.
She turned her gaze back to the newspaper. Professor Shayler and Coach Twain both had completely different personalities, and the reason for this situation was football.
A Chinese language teacher …
Maybe it's not bad to work part-time occasionally.
In Twain's messy bachelor home, newspapers were thrown all over the floor, which made the already terrible interior even more terrifying.
These newspapers were almost all one-sided in their criticism of Coach Tony Twain's tactics and on-the-spot commands in the previous match. They used all kinds of methods, such as angry rebukes, sarcasm, and contrast. It really lived up to the old saying, "Laughter, anger, and scolding are all articles."
"This bunch of sons of b * tches media …" Tang En was holding The Sun in his hands. Although this newspaper had the least amount of ink on it among the media that reported on him, he could clearly smell the sarcasm from the unique "four caricatures" style of report. It was very, very thick, so thick that it was like the cream of Italian mushroom soup he drank last night.
"Damn it, when I win, you guys are all licking my toes, saying I'm the best manager and that I'm young and promising. I just lost a match, and all kinds of criticism are coming … "
That's right, all kinds of criticism were coming. From the way Twain used people to the new style that Forest insisted on in the past few matches, it all became the reason for the media's criticism. In particular, Twain's insistence on "high efficiency football" was ridiculed as "high error rate football." Twain could not be blamed for being so angry. It was the same group of media who, during Forest's five-game winning streak, exclaimed that this kind of fast and efficient football was in line with the development of modern football.
Of course, what made Twain most angry was not being scolded, but seeing these people wantonly criticize him in public, saying completely irresponsible things, yet he had no way to scold them back. In fact, he had a lot of words to refute these people, but he had no way to voice them out. Did the club specially hold a press conference for this matter? That would be making a mountain out of a molehill …
The angry Twain paced back and forth in the room. The pain of having nowhere to vent his anger was not something that could be expressed to outsiders. When he turned to the bedroom and looked up at the huge photo, his mind finally calmed down.
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