On the way back, Tang En chose to take a detour through the fan area, because that was the only way to get to the second stadium. He was still worried about Wood and planned to see how the kid was doing.
In the end, he saw a child lying on the barbed wire outside the empty Arena Number Two, watching intently. He was so focused on Twain and Mogan that he didn't notice until he felt the sky suddenly turn dark …
Puzzled, he looked up at the sky. It was a blue sky with white clouds. The weather was perfect.
Tang En was amused by this adorable child, but he purposely put on a straight face and shouted gruffly, "Hey, kid! Who let you in? This is a restricted area, do you know that? You trespassed into the forbidden area. I'm going to get the security to arrest you! "
Unexpectedly, the child was not intimidated at all. He did not even look at Tony Twain and continued to look at the training ground. He raised his voice and said, "Coach Tony Twain, do you intend to make the headlines of The Sun for scaring a child?"
Mo Gan, who was standing behind the two of them, could no longer hold back his laughter. His laughter grew louder and louder. Tang En turned back to look at the man. His previous impression had made him think that the black man did not know how to smile. Seeing that Twain was looking at her, Morgan hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'm sorry, sir …"
Twain pursed his lips to show that he did not mind. Then he turned his head and continued to tease the child, "Uh-huh. All right, boy. Tell me who your father is, you should be at school at this time. It's not good to play truant. I'll ask your father to spank you. "
The child was disdainful — it was absolutely true, Mo Gan saw that the child's expression was one of disdain — and said, "Who are you trying to fool? I'm already out of school! "
Tang En did not expect the child to be so smart. He was speechless. At this moment, a familiar male voice rang out. "I seem to hear someone threatening my son. Is he tired of living?"
"What the hell … Michael, you have such a smart and cute son. I'm so surprised! " Twain stood up and looked at the man in front of him. It was the head of the fans, Michael Bernard, who had gotten to know him after a fight at the Forest Bar.
Bernard had a bottle of Coca Cola in his hand. Apparently, he had gone to buy a drink for his son.
"Should I take it as you praising my son or scolding me?"
"Anything is fine. Up to you. "Twain winked. "You brought your son here?"
Bernard nodded and handed the cola to his son. "I picked him up from school. He said he wanted to come here to take a look, so I brought him here."
"But the Youth Team is training at Training Ground Number One." Tang En found it strange. Kids all liked famous football stars. Instead of going to the First Team, he came all the way here. Furthermore, he wasn't even watching from the number one stadium. What was he looking at?
Bernard pointed to the training ground. "My son announced at dinner two weeks ago that he is a fan of this man."
Tang En looked in the direction of Bernard's hand. George Wood was doing header practice on the empty training ground. There was a coach who was specially coordinating with him. He would throw the ball to Wood, and then Wood would jump up and head it back. After watching for about half a minute, he would repeat the same action. It was very monotonous and boring.
He specifically found a coach just for one person. I didn't expect David to value this kid so much … Twain rubbed his chin. He was almost deceived by that guy.
However, Tang En still could not understand why a child would become a fan of Wood. He did not have flashy skills, nor was he famous. He did not even play in matches. Every day, he would practice the basics that the audience would get tired of. "What do you like about him?" he asked.
"He's very strong!" The child showed his arm and gestured.
Strong? Tang En glanced back at Mo Gan. He said to the child, "This big brother is also very strong."
The child looked up at Mo Gan. Mo Gan bent down slightly, wanting to leave a good impression on the child. Unexpectedly, the kid pursed his lips. "But he's not handsome enough."
This time, it was Tang En's turn to laugh maniacally. The tanky guy's depressed look was too funny.
Ignoring Tang En, who was almost squatting on the ground from laughing, the kid continued. "I watched him train here for a long time. I would come here every day after school. Then I realized that he … "The kid pointed at Wood and said," always did the same thing over and over again. At first, I thought it was very boring. It was not fun at all. Then I wanted to see if he would also find it boring and stop practicing. I made a bet with him in my heart. I bet that he would definitely give up. So I came to watch every day. But later, I realized that he was like a robot. He never tired or rested. Even if that person … "He pointed at the coach again." Even if that person went to rest, he was still practicing. That's why I admire him, because he defeated me! I decided to become his fan! "
After listening to the child's words, Tang En looked at Bernard and said, "Michael, you have a genius son. He's amazing. This is not a compliment. I'm being sincere. "
Bernard nodded. "Do I need you to say that? My son is the best! "His words were tough, but his eyes were full of love and pride when he looked at his son.
He did not expect the head fan, who was always yelling and even fought with him, to have such a gentle side. Tang En's horizons were broadened today. Then he turned his gaze to the training ground and looked at Wood, who was still practicing heading the ball. He was touched by the kid.
Maybe it was because he heard what he said in the City Ground changing room that he buried himself in training until now. He really treated 24 hours as 72 hours. He did not understand football. That's right. He was a rookie who had only been exposed to football for three months. That's right. His family was poor and could not provide him with better living conditions. That's right. He shouldered pressure that ordinary people his age could not bear. That's right. But he did not play tricks. He took this "job" seriously. He trained hard and put in sweat and effort that ordinary people could not imagine. He believed in Tang En's "bank guarantee" credibility. He believed that if he continued to train like this, he could become a superstar with a weekly salary of 120,000 pounds.
It had also been three months since he transmigrated to this world. He had seen too many different kinds of players. Some of them hoped to become superstars. Some of them were just because they liked football. Some of them were very talented, some of them had average qualifications, some of them were short-sighted, and some of them were ambitious. There were too many people. But after seeing so many people, Tang En realized that perhaps only this little bastard who dared to come to his doorstep to promote himself and claim that he was the best player in England would really become the best player in England.
No, he definitely would. For the sake of your mother, you must!
So even though he did not do anything and only trained and trained every day, he also had his first fan.
Tang En suddenly felt that he should give Wood, who had yet to succeed, a reward. Then he called from outside the wire, "George--george!"
His loud voice even scared away the birds in the trees behind him. There was no reason Wood and the coach could not hear him. As expected, the two of them stopped training and turned their heads to look over.
"Take a break!" Tang En waved to the coach and said, "Let Wood come over."
The coach recognized the person who interrupted their training as the First Team manager, Tony Tang. So he said a few words to Wood. Then he saw Wood run over with a face full of confusion. He was also very strong, but his strength was different from Morgan's. Morgan's could be seen at a glance, but Wood's strength could only be understood by personal contact. Looking at the boy's running posture, Tang En was very satisfied with the training schedule Kerslake had arranged for him.
"What are you doing? I'm training. "Although there were four people on the sidelines, Wood only had eyes for Tang En. And his tone was not good.
"Of course I know you're training. Would you die if I let you take a break?" Tang En's reply was not quite the tone a manager would use with a player. He waved to Wood. "Come here. Come closer."
Wood moved closer obediently, almost sticking close to the barbed wire. Although he did not understand why Tang En would call him over, he did not raise any objections.
Then Tang En turned to ask Bernard's son, "Do you have a pen?"
The child took out a large signature pen from his school bag. It was almost an essential piece of equipment for football fans. Tang En took the pen and stuffed it into Wood's hands. Then he asked little Bernard to also stick to the barbed wire and straighten the shirt on his chest.
"Give him an autograph."
Wood was a little stunned when he heard that. He thought he had heard wrong and did not move the pen in his hand.
Tang En repeated again, "Give him an autograph. George, he's your first fan. You can't be so cold to him. Squat down and sign! "
Wood obediently did as he was told this time. His hand holding the pen seemed to be trembling. He placed it on the child's shirt for a long time but did not write it down.
"Don't you know how to write your name?" Tang En looked at the scene and smiled.
"I … Of course I know!" Wood forcefully wrote his name on the front of the child's red shirt: George Wood. The handwriting was crooked.
Tang En took the opportunity to laugh at him. "How ugly! It might not even be as good as the handwriting of this fan of yours. Haha! "
Wood ignored Tang En's mockery. He handed the pen back and asked, "Can I go back to training?"
This kid was really insensitive. Shouldn't he be stroking the little fan's head at this time and saying some beautiful words to have a joyful and harmonious atmosphere? Saying things like "can I go back to training" at this time was really spoiling the mood. Tang En waved his hand in annoyance. "Go back!"
Wood turned and ran back without the slightest reluctance. Looking at his back, Tang En muttered softly, "He really doesn't have the potential to be a big star …"
The child did not care about Wood's attitude. He looked down at the name on the shirt, then turned to his father and said, "George Wood! Look, Dad! "
Michael Bernard lovingly stroked his son's head. "If you like it, then treasure it well."
Tang En chimed in from the side. "That's right! Treasure it. This is Wood's first autograph. In the future, when he becomes a big star, you can sell it for money. "
Little Bernard made a face at Tang En. "Even if I don't have the money to buy Forest's new jersey, I won't sell this shirt!"
Looking at his serious tone, Tang En smiled. Hey, George, did you see that? Your number one loyal fan. Now you have another reason to become a superstar.
Little Bernard, who had received his idol's autograph, wanted to stay and watch. He wanted to cheer for Wood. Tang En clearly could not stay there. After saying goodbye to Michael and his son, he left with Mo Gan.
"Wes, have you ever been asked for an autograph by a fan?" Tang En, who was walking in front, asked.
"Not yet, sir."
"Well, don't worry. You'll get one soon … "
When Tang En brought Mo Gan back to the First Team training base, a golden shepherd dog ran towards him, giving him a fright. Since when were dogs allowed to be walked in the training base?
The dog circled around him and wagged its tail vigorously.
Mo Gan appeared very happy to see the dog. He crouched down and held out his hand. The dog stuck out its tongue and licked it, making Mo Gan chuckle.
Tang En gave him a sidelong glance. "You like dogs a lot …"
"Don't you like them, sir?" Mo Gan continued to play with the dog that appeared out of nowhere, even forgetting to look at his manager's expression.
He frowned, his expression dark. This fully reflected Tang En's current mood. He really did not like dogs. When he worked in CD, the streets were full of dogs. He could step on dog poop when he went out. But the problem now was that dogs could appear in the parks and streets, but not in the football training base. He planned to find the dog's owner and teach him a lesson so that he would never dare to treat Forest's training base as his back garden for walking dogs again.
"Alright, don't bother about that dog. I'll bring you to the training field. "
Mo Gan had originally reluctantly bid farewell to the dog, but was immediately surprised to find that the dog had been following him. "Sir, it's been following us! It likes us! "
"Yes. It's following you. It likes you … "Tang En stopped in his tracks. He saw that Old Bowyer was not directing the team's training at the side of the training field. Instead, he was chatting with an old man outside. In front of the old man who seemed to be unable to stand steadily, Bowyer's lowered head and respectful attitude surprised Tang En. This old man was not as fat as Nigel Doughty, so he was definitely not the chairman. Then who could it be?
Just as he was wondering, the conversation ended. The old man reached out his hand and gently patted Bowyer's face. Bowyer's behavior was like that of a child. The scene was too comical!
Following that, the old man whistled. Then, the shepherd dog that had been bouncing around Mo Gan suddenly ran over and changed to bouncing around the old man, wagging its tail.
Mo Gan looked regretfully at the dog that ran far away. Tang En, on the other hand, looked strangely at the old man's back. He had just searched the deepest part of his memory, but could not find any information on this old man. Could it be that he did not even know Tony Twain? Or could it be … that this memory had been erased?
Bowyer watched the old man leave before he turned around and walked back. He had barely taken two steps when he bumped into Tang En.
"Ian …" Tang En had wanted to ask Bowyer who the old man was, but he did not expect Bowyer to be so happy to see him.
"Tony! You're back? "He was so happy that even his voice was a notch higher.
Tang En nodded. "That …"
"What a pity. Why is it that every time you go to the youth team, there's always someone looking for you?" Bowyer did not give Tang En a chance to finish his sentence.
"Huh?" Tang En was confused. Was that strange old man here to look for him?
Bowyer nodded vigorously. "The boss wanted to meet you, but you weren't here. So, he invited us to his house tomorrow afternoon! To be a guest! Did you know? Tony, the number of people who can be invited by the boss to his house for tea can be counted on one hand. Even when I was a player, I could only envy Trevor Francis, because he was the only one who was invited for tea. That guy that I'm so envious of! "
Tang En had never seen Bowyer like this. He was just like Little Bernard, who was so excited to get his idol's autograph that he was standing on the tips of his toes when he spoke. He opened his mouth wide, as though he had seen an alien.
"Who's the boss?"
This time, it was Bowyer who looked at him as though he was an alien.
"Is your head still not healed, Tony? Or … did you get hit again just now? "
Looking at Bowyer's serious expression, Tang En realized that he must have asked a very stupid question. But … he really did not know who the "boss" was!
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